Chapter 14: Dinner

"I'll do my best," Severus said solemnly as he walked over to the couch. He sat and stared at the two boys before him. The king of the Slytherins and the king of the Gryffindors curled up together on my couch, I never thought I'd see this in a million years, Snape thought to himself. He wanted so badly to help them but didn't want to compromise his position as a spy. Severus was risking more than he knew just by having Harry in his manor.

"Thank you," they replied in unison, looking extremely relieved.

"I need you both to understand that when school resumes, it is imperative that you both keep up appearances. With me and with each other."

"We have to go back to hating each other?" Harry asked sadly. While he didn't display his emotions for all to see, he also wasn't a fan of hiding what he truly wanted… and what he truly wanted now was Draco.

Severus sighed, "Yes. As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Potter, I'm a Death Eater. Young Draco here is in line to be one soon," he said with a disapproving glare at the blonde.

"You know I only did that for my father," he snapped, protectively putting an arm around Harry.

"I am aware," Snape said softly.

"Is there any way we can still meet?" Harry inquired, trying to direct the attention to something other than Death Eaters.

"Perhaps the Room of Requirement could be of service?" Severus mentioned cryptically. "But as I was saying, I have to appear to hate you, Potter, because if I don't, the children of the Dark Lord's followers will inform their parents that I've been going easy on The-Boy-Who-Lived—"

"Which will end horribly," Draco finished, sparing Harry gruesome details.

"Thank you," Severus muttered, slightly sarcastically.

"Not a problem," the blonde replied with a small smirk. Harry watched as the two fell into old roles with ease.

"Damn this'll be hard," Harry grumbled.

"For you," the Slytherins said simultaneously. Harry sighed loudly and Draco pulled him back into his lap.

"Get a room," Severus said, feigning disgust. Draco kissed Harry lightly just to spite the Potions master. "I have potions to brew, when I return, there should be none of…that," he concluded as he disappeared though the door. Harry and Draco started laughing as soon as the end of his black robes slipped out of sight. "Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I can't hear you," he called from the hall, making them laugh harder.

"Maybe you are a Slytherin at heart," Draco said, nudging Harry gently with his elbow.

"Shut up!" He smirked. They talked for a few hours until Severus came back. He looked utterly exhausted and retired to his room without dinner. Draco and Harry thought little of it until their stomachs were growling. "I'll cook something," Harry offered. He hated cooking for the Dursleys; they always told him his cooking was awful.

"How can I help?" Draco inquired as they got off the sofa.

"Well first… we have to figure out what's here, then what to make," Harry replied as he opened a pantry door. "Woah…" The thing was stocked from floor to ceiling with anything and everything Harry could need, the same was true for the fridge and freezer. "What're you in the mood for?" He asked Draco.

"I could really go for some steak," he replied, not really paying attention to what that meant. Harry silently grabbed everything he would need and went out to the grill. "You know you could just use magic, right?" Draco asked.

"Aren't there restrictions? Y'know, no magic outside Hogwarts or whatever?" Harry asked.

"Well yeah, but do you really think they can sense anything through Severus's wards? No!" He answered his own question.

"That may be true, but I like making them the muggle way, it's fun!" He insisted. Draco watched patiently as the meat seared before him. His mouth watered as the pink turned to brown and Harry put the meat on plates to tent. "What else are we having?"

"Oh shit, I forgot there was more to this dinner thing," he said as he laughed.

"Right… corn?"

"That works, I can make it," Draco said as he waved his wand and the corn was ready.

"Cheaters never prosper," Harry chided. The blonde stuck his tongue out as he scooped the corn into a nice, fancy bowl, a bit spilled onto the table. "See?" Harry asked confidently.

"Oh shut up!" Draco replied with a smirk.

"So steak and corn, lovely combination, don't you think?"

"Absolutely brilliant," he said as he laughed. Harry set the table as Draco left the room. He came back later, carrying something under his arm.

"What's that?" Harry inquired.

"Just a little something special," he replied, as he showed Harry the bottle. It was an expensive bottle of wine. "I stole it from my father a few summers ago. Unfortunately, I took it to Hogwarts where McGonagall found and confiscated it."

"Tough luck!"

"Yeah, but then Snape took it from her and well, kept it here for me. I think this is a brilliant night to open it, don't you?"

"Yeah!" Harry replied enthusiastically, even though he'd ever had alcohol in his life.

"To us!" Draco announced, holding his glass before him and out ot Harry.

"To us!" Harry repeated as he clinked his glass on Draco's and took a sip.

They ate in nearly complete silence, each too focused on his food to attempt small talk. Harry finished his glass and Draco refilled it, topping off his own too. This continued until Draco felt his own pleasant buzz and re-corked the wine. Fortunately, or unfortunately… the bottle magically refilled itself when it got low. Their meal completed, Harry stood up from the table—or tried to. He staggered to the right a bit before falling flat on his ass. Draco snorted as he made his way over to help his angel back on his feet. Harry laughed from his place on the ground. Once his was on his feet again, the world started spinning and he leaned on Draco for support. "Wee bit tipsy there, Harry?" He asked, knowing full well the guy was hammered.

"Maaaayyyybeeee jjjjuuuussssss'aaaa bit, Draaaaaaaayyyy," Harry slurred as he took Draco's hand.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Harry blindly followed Draco to his room. The blonde helped him into bed and turned to go clean up their mess from dinner, but Harry called him back to the bed.

"Ssstttaaaaaaayyyyy Draaaaayyy," he sang, looking at his love. Draco returned, and Harry tried to kiss him, but fell fast asleep before their lips touched.

"Sleep well my angel," Draco whispered as he stroked the midnight hair.