Hey loves!!! Surprise update!! I felt bad leaving you on such a cliff hanger… so enjoy this one instead

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Harry knew that the universe worked in weird and mysterious ways, and sometimes the universe had cruel and unusual jokes. This… this had to be one of those times.

"Potter, please, have a seat. Two fingers of Ogden's as promised." Malfoy gestures to the glass he had beside him.

Harry stood looking between the glass and Malfoy. "This is a joke right?" He dare not move. Maybe someone had tipped Malfoy off that he would be here and the guy decided to yank his chain a bit.

Malfoy sipped from his scotch glass raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow that irritated Harry to his core. "A joke? Potter, I assure you this is no joke. While torturing you as children was one of my favorite past times, I can promise you that I don't have any interest in that type of torture anymore. I find that there are better ways of torture that also bring both parties pleasure."

Harry watched as Malfoy's pink tongue darted out to chase the few drips of scotch on his lips and it made his stomach flip. Was Malfoy really flirting with him right now?

"So you're Cobra? And you want me to believe you had no idea I was Prongs this whole time?" Harry moved into the seat beside Malfoy and tossed back the entire drink without a second thought. "There is no way… what are you playing at Malfoy?" Harry waved down the bartender.

Malfoy pulled out a few muggle bills and handed some to the handsome man behind the bar. "Another for him please? Though if you could double it, we both would be appreciative."

Harry watched as Malfoy gave the man a smile and wink. He took Harrys glass pouring him a generous amount. Malfoy took the glass and handed it back to Harry turning his attention back to him fully. "I'm not playing at anything. I joined Wiz-Date in hopes to meet someone who might… look past my previous indiscretions and could keep our private life private. When I swiped right on your profile, I had no idea that it was you. Though, I was pretty sure the last couple of days that it might have been you… Potter, I am the same guy you have been talking to the last few weeks. I am the same guy you told your secrets to. The same guy who taught you just how good it feels to touch yourself. I have just as much to lose as you do Potter if any of this got out or leaked to the press. Could you imagine the field day they would have with our messages?"

Harry sipped at his drink this time, knowing he couldn't down another one if he wanted to keep his wits about him. "Bloody Hell Malfoy… what are we suppose to do now? We couldn't possibly…"

Malfoy finished his glass of scotch and watched as Harry took a few swallows from his glass a bit mesmerized as it slid down his throat. "Why not? We're both looking for discreet, you are looking for experience and we already know the chemistry is there. What is it that you have to lose by continuing the evening and going on one date with me? You hate it and we decide to never to do it again?"

Harry considered his words carefully. Malfoy had a point. He wasn't ready for the world to know about his sexual preferences and with his inexperience he wasn't about to be able to just pull dates discreetly to test the waters. He needed to know that the other person wasn't going to sell his side of the story to the profit. While Malfoy was openly gay, he kept himself out of the papers and spot light living under the radar.

"Where did you plan to take me after here if I agree to this crazy plan?" Harry asked taking a few moments to finally take a good look at Malfoy. He really did have to appreciate how attractive the other man was. He was small and slim, and certainly dressed to impress. Harry tried to imagine how he would have felt seeing Malfoy for the first time not having any history together. He couldn't lie to himself, he would have been pleased to find him sitting at the bar.

"Well, since the end of the war, I've spent more time… learning about things that are more… out of my usual style. I have it on good authority that your favorite muggle activity is bowling. My sources also tell me you love the trashy food and though you are awful at the game, you love to play. What do you say? A few buildings down they are having a 'black light bowling party.' Let's go see if the chemistry we had through our mobiles translates into the real world."

Bowling? Malfoy was going to take him bowling? What was happening? Years ago he couldn't imagine Malfoy even lifting a finger for that type of activity. "Okay Malfoy. I'm in. I hate to admit it but you're right. What's one date? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me so clearly there isn't some sort of secret plan… unless you have a bucket list where attempting to date your celebrity crush is on it." Harry gave Malfoy a smirk over his glass watching as a blush crept over his perfectly pale cheeks.

"Ha-ha Potter. Aren't you full of jokes. I refuse to be embarrassed by that. You are a good looking bloke and I can appreciate that. Besides, aren't you every woman's and gay man's celebrity crush? Anyone with eyes that saw that cover and those pictures in that article would have quickly felt the same. I wasn't lying, those jeans you wore made your ass look fantastic, though it certainly didn't prepare me for what else you were packing." Malfoy winked at him.

Whether it was the whiskey, or a bout of courage, Harry leaned in a bit and whispered into Malfoy's ear in what he was hoping was a seductive manor, "well I'm flattered really, so flattered that I wore them jeans just for you. So now you can appreciate how great my arse looks in person."

Harry heard Malfoy's breath stutter and as he pulled back he noticed that sure enough, he was looking to see if he really was wearing them. He watched as Malfoy's adams apple bobbed with each heavy swallow and was hoping the man's mouth had went dry. Was he doing the flirting thing right?

"Merlin's left tit. You are as sneaky as a Slytherin. Come on Potter. Finish that drink and let's head to the bowling alley. I reserved us a lane and four games. Besides, I don't know about you but I am starved." Malfoy threw a few bills on the bar as a tip and slid off his bar stool.

Harry threw back the glass knowing he would be buzzing by the time they got started, but hopefully it would be enough liquid courage to keep him going and lead him to make any rash decisions.

"You know, I am quite impressed, with all of this. How well you blend in this world." Harry sat his glass down and joined him in the crowd of people. He tried not to let out a noise as a smooth hand grasped him by the wrist as they weaved in and out of people keeping them together. Where Malfoy was gripping him was quickly catching fire, liquid heat settling into his belly from just one touch.

Malfoy was quick to get him to the door and pushed it open leading them to the side walk. "Thank you. It wasn't easy at first, but as part of my probation I had to learn about this world, and that's how I fell in love with Photography. Wizarding photographs are great but Muggles were better. I loved how they didn't move. That it was one single second in time frozen forever… just beautiful really." Malfoy let go of Harrys wrist once they hit the side walk and they began their journey down the block to their destination.

Harry noted that they walked close enough that their arms brushed together a few times and neither of them attempted to move away from the contact. "The few pictures you sent me were honestly quite good. Do you have a lot of clients?"

"A good fair amount. Business picked up a bit after I did a shoot with Luna and she bragged about it to anyone who would listen. Some of the wizarding community are reluctant to trust me in any capacity. I have developed enough regulars to keep myself and Astoria paid and living decently. Her and I share a flat just above the office space we rent."

"Oh? Calling off the wedding didn't leave any bad feelings?" Harry was surprised how easy it was to talk to Malfoy. He would have anticipated that there would be so much more tension.

"Between me and 'Tori? None at all. We would have did it you know. Pretended to be the perfect couple, lay in bed just enough to produce the perfect pure blood heir and lived the exact life my father expected us to have. After a drunken night I confessed to her I was really gay and I wanted nothing more in my life than to be free from all of my fathers unrealistic and unreasonable duties. Her and I promised in that moment to live for ourselves and to stop worrying about what our parents expected from us. Of course, Father still barely speaks to me, taking digs where he can, but my mother… she just wants me happy so she just accepted my choice, told me she loved me and set me up a private vault that my father can't touch. I used a good portion of that to set up the studio."

"Well, I'm not sure it means a whole lot coming from me but, I am proud. You turned your entire life around after the war. I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised but I'm still proud. Good for you Malfoy, what you are doing now… is impressive." Harry looked over at the smaller man with a genuine smile.

"It means more than you think it does. That day you spoke at my trial, you defended me with such passion. Not only did you save my life in that blasted room catching fire, you saved my life that day in court. You gave me back my life to make of it what I wanted. It took a few months to realize the opportunity you had given me but once I figured it out, I was determined not to waste it. I'm luckier than others were from school. Greg didn't fair too well after the trials, he's battled a lot of mental health issues dealing with Vincent's death. He job hops a lot, crash's on mine and Astoria's couch from time to time. Pansy and Theo are surviving, though barely. Blaise didn't face many repercussions since his involvement was so little. He moved to France with his mother but he visits often."

Malfoy opened the door to the bowling alley and made his way to the desk getting them both shoes and finding out what lane they were in.

"Come on, lane four. I've only done this two other times with Astoria so I feel like the playing field will be even if you aren't that great at it." Malfoy handed him the faded and worn shoes and they moved to their lane quietly.

Harry took a few moments to watch as Malfoy slipped off his trainers and slid on the bowling shoes that clashed with his outfit. It was weird seeing the other man so comfortable outside the wizarding world. The old Malfoy would have gagged at the idea of putting shoes on that someone's feet had been in. The old Malfoy wouldn't have been caught rubbing elbows in a bar or bowling alley with nothing but muggles. Yet here he was, looking perfectly content and like he belonged.

Harry had to admit that Malfoy also looked good under the black lights. From the glow of his white undershirt and his hair, it was hard to keep his eyes off him. Just maybe, this wouldn't be too bad.

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"I'm not even disappointed I lost every game! That was so much fun!" Harry laughed as they put their own trainers back on. They had decided to play two games, stop and eat then finish out the games. Malfoy wasn't wrong, he wasn't much better than Harry at playing, but they still had a blast.

Him and Malfoy finally moved outside onto the dark side walk, falling in step together as they made way to the apparition point. They passed the bar, still not talking, just taking in the quiet of the walk and night. They turned down the alley together and they paused to look at each other.

"I really did have a good time Malfoy. I was at first disappointed that you turned out to be Cobra… but now…" Harry felt Malfoy push him against the brick wall with surprising strength of his size and instantly crowded against him.

Harry licked his lips nervously, looking down at the blonde. The height difference wasn't enough to make a huge difference, but just enough that Malfoy to look up at him. Some of the hair from his bun had come loose and was hanging around his face. Boldly Harry reached up and brushed it out of Malfoy's eyes. Harry knew he was inexperienced but something about this situation had him feeling like he knew exactly what to do.

Malfoy was staring at him with a hungry look, before he reached up pale hands cupping Harrys face. Malfoy helped guide his face down to his as their lips connected for the first time.

Kissing Malfoy was nothing like kissing Charlie. Charlie was opposite of Malfoy in every way. Harry definitely preferred the latter.

Malfoy's lips were unbelievably soft against his own. Harry let his eyes slide close, taking in everything. Malfoy smelled like Vanilla and sandalwood and felt warm pressed against his body in the chilly night.

Harry let his hands come down and reach behind Malfoy's back to cup his ass and bring them even closer. When Malfoy gasped, Harry took over the kiss pushing his tongue into the others willing mouth, battling for dominance. Whatever he was doing, he must have been doing well because the former Slytherin was letting out soft breathy moans that Harry swallowed right up.

Malfoy let one hand drop from Harrys face and ran it down his side, finding the bottom of his shirt and letting his finger snake underneath to pet the warm skin of his stomach. He soon took over the kiss, and Malfoy used his tongue to memorize every part of Harrys mouth. When air was desperately needed, the both pulled back, capturing a few pecks between them.

Malfoy made no effort to move away from Harrys possessive hold on his rear. He used his other hand to cup Harry by the chin, his thumb brushing over the man's red kiss swollen lips. Both men could feel the other erections against their legs, making it very clear the whatever sexual chemistry they possessed as Cobra and Prongs still rang true as Potter and Malfoy.

"Fuck, I have no idea what I'm doing here Malfoy but come back to mine for a while." Harry nibbled at Malfoy's thumb loving the gasp that escaped the other man's mouth with out his consent. "Let's do this somewhere we won't be spotted or interrupted."

"Yeah? Okay… you'll have to…" before Malfoy could finished his sentence Harry side alonged him back to his house wanting to get back to what they started.