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Gregory Malfoy	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter six

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace with even less grace than normal having been thrown through by Tonks on the other side barely giving him enough time to throw the floo powder in and call the name and password of the restaurant. He looked around to find a man dressed in smart robes standing looking at him relieved before shock kicked in as he clearly worked out who he was.

"Is Gregory Malfoy still here?" He asked concerned, praying that he hadn't already left.

"Yes sir, please follow me," The man visibly yanked himself back together and started to lead Harry away from the firepalce. "I am Keith Marno,"

"Nice to meet you," Harry managed to smile despite his nerves and rolling stomach. Keith seemed to understand as he merely nodded his head before leading Harry passed the decorated screens that were partitioning the rest of the restaurant off, just as Gregory had promised they were being given privacy.

Keith opened some beautiful stain glass doors and led Harry out onto a balcony. At the far end there were two pieces of ice blue fabric decorated with glowing golden and silver swirls, the candlelight from within making it glow prettily.

"To doubly ensure your privacy, and I will be serving you myself," Keith explained before the fabric of the entrance parted at their approach and they were able to walk inside. Harry took in the candles floating around the ceiling, on the table and even on the floor giving the whole place a magical feel to it.

The next thing he noticed was Gregory. The man always looked gorgeous and amazingly put together whenever Harry had met him before. But tonight he was simply breathtaking. The soft grey of his robes framed his body beautifully, the black hide trousers hugged his thighs in a way that literally made Harry's mouth run dry. His golden hair glowed in the candlelight as it was twisted into an elegant braid, the black leather of his tie standing out against his hair and his robes. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the light as they fixed on Harry.

Gregory had swiftly climbed to his feet as they entered, but not before Harry had seen the hurt and rejection written across his face making him feel even more guilty. But then Gregory's eyes swept up the length of his body making Harry's head spin with the heat in them, before they locked with his own, the hunger, affection and pure heat in them catching his breath. Both of them absently noted a grinning Keith slipping back out, but their attention was firmly fixed on each other.

"I thought you had…"

"I'm so sorry I'm…" Gregory and Harry both went to speak at the same time before they both laughed, their nerves lessening slightly. "I'm sorry I'm late, it really wasn't intentional," Harry sighed stepping closer to the table and Gregory as he stepped around.

"Its alright, I just thought that perhaps I had read the signals wrong," Gregory smiled slightly, but Harry could see the doubt in his eyes.

"No you didn't, you read them just right. Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Percy showed up ten minutes before I was due to leave. In the end Tonks grabbed me and shoved me through the fireplace when they were arguing with Andromeda, Hermione, Ron and Remus," Harry grinned. His ears were still ringing slightly with the force of blows being exchanged between Andromeda and Mrs Weasley.

"Ah, I take it they were not happy to come and see you dressed to go out?" Gregory guessed.

"Exactly. Its good to see you again," Harry smiled feeling himself relaxing in the older man's presence.

"I am very glad you came," Gregory assured him bending to press a kiss to Harry's cheek before leading him to the table. Harry flushed slightly when Gregory pulled his seat out for him before pushing it back under him. "Do you like wine?" Gregory asked suddenly realising he had ordered it without realising.

"Yes but I am afraid I am a little bit of a lightweight," Harry laughed.

"I have a feeling that there is a story to that," Gregory raised an eyebrow as he filled Harry's glass and then refilled his own.

"There is, one Hermione is very fond of telling. One of my dorm mates thought it would be a good idea to smuggle firewhisky into our dorm at the start of sixth year. As you can imagine five sixteen year olds drinking for the first time did not go down well. Ron ended up streaking around the common room at twelve at night, unfortunately because it was a Friday night there was still about twenty people in the common room - including Hermione. Neville somehow managed to stick himself on top of Dean's bed canopy, Dean is a soppy drunk and ended up blubbering all over us, while Seamus apparently is even more of a flirt while drunk and tried to feel up anything that was breathing and chat up a few of the portraits, and I am a giggly drunk - I spent six hours sitting giggling every few seconds, so much that I lost my voice the next day," Harry admitted sheepishly. He froze however at the sound of Gregory's deep, amused laugh, his baritone voice sending a fire down Harry's veins.

"I do not know whether to encourage you to drink more or not now," Gregory admitted with a chuckle.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Harry teased with a grin pulling himself back together.

"Would it help me?" Gregory smirked getting a laugh from Harry.

"Probably not, I think giggling at everything that you said and did would be a little bit of a mood killer," Harry admitted.

"I do not want you incapacitated when we are together, though getting to see you like that once or twice would be amusing," Gregory watched amused as a blush spread across Harry's cheeks.

"Thank you for the flowers and the necklace, I loved them," Harry found the courage to say, reaching across the table to touch Gregory's hand.

"I think I over did it on the flowers, normally you pick five or six different flower types," Gregory told him looking slightly embarrassed. "Marc helped me pick them from the garden, though he spent most of it laughing at me rather than helping," Gregory grumbled slightly, rolling his eyes at the memory of Marcus sitting on the grass holding his side as he laughed.

"Hermione explained to me the meaning of all of them, I…they were amazing, truly," Harry said, cursing having his mother's skin as a blush lit up his cheeks.

"She also explained the magic of the flowers?" Gregory asked.

"That you place a little of your magic in them to show that you are telling the truth with the words you speak with them, if you break the promise you are making in them then the flowers with wither, if not for the duration of our courting and relationship they will stay fresh," Harry recited. Seeing Gregory's look Harry laughed. "Hermione tends to swallow the words of textbooks and repeats them word for word, no doubt she read them exactly like that,"

"They are true, as was the meaning of the necklace," Gregory's nimble fingers reached across the table and lifted the pendant from where it could be seen underneath his collar. "Thank you for accepting my request to court you," Gregory lifted his eyes to meet Harry's.

"I…I have done a lot of things, you know of some, others perhaps I will tell you…but…but relationships are not something that I have much experience with, they are not something that I really don't know my way around," Harry admitted, turning his eyes away from Gregory as he admitted what had been worrying his mind, really since had met Gregory for the first time.

"Then allow me to guide you. Harry it is understandable, the last four years of your life when other's would have been thinking about relationships, you have been trying to stay alive. I care for you as you are, the person you are sitting before me. Just be yourself and tell me if you are uncomfortable with anything, and it will be fine. I have no doubt we will have ruts and bumps in the road, but we can work through them," Gregory smiled, raising Harry's chin with his finger.

"I think I can manage that," Harry laughed weakly, the touch making his skin tingle.

"Ah, my apologies, your first course," Keith grinned wider as he walked over to them with two bowls which he carefully placed in front of them. Gregory scowled at the man but Harry caught the twinkle in his eyes as he sat back. "Anything else I can get you?" Keith asked cheerfully looking between them.

"No, we are good thank you," Gregory answered after looking questioningly at Harry.

"Alrighty then, enjoy!" Keith beamed before hurrying back out.

"Hard to believe he was two years above me in Slytherin is it not," Gregory rolled his eyes.

"He was a Slytherin?" Harry blinked looking after the man stunned.

"As was Leandre," Gregory snickered. "We do get a few crazy ones every now and then. Keith spent most of his last three years using his cauldron to cook food for the entire Slytherin house, then once someone transfigured a cooker for him cooking on that as well. It was no surprise when he wanted to open a restaurant," Gregory shook his head.

"I can scarily picture that," Harry laughed. "The most we had was the Weasley twins with their trick food and Seamus trying to transfigure rum and just blowing it up,"

"I have heard of the twins tricks, Draco found them quite amusing, though of course he would never show it. He filched a canary cream off one of the Gryffindors and gave it to Lucius when he came home for Christmas," Gregory snickered as Harry burst out laughing at the image that popped into his head. "I hope you do not mind, Keith is very good at giving you something you will love, so I just told him to pick for us," Gregory explained as Harry turned to his soup.

"I trust you," Harry shrugged before dipping his spoon into the soup. Taking small sip he closed his eyes as the taste exploded across his tongue. It was a chicken broth but there were herbs and a nice salty taste to it, the richness was delightful.

"I trust it meets your approval?" Gregory chuckled making Harry open his eyes.

"He knows what he is doing," Harry sighed happily after taking another spoon full.

"That he does," Gregory smiled before tucking into his own. They sat in a comfortable silence for a little bit as they ate, neither of them having been able to stomach much throughout the day. It was only when they were at least halfway through their bowls before Gregory spoke. "You said Hermione was the one who told you about the flower meanings. Does that mean she and your other friends know who you are out with?"

"Hmm? Oh yes, Hermione, Ron, Remus, Tonks and Andromeda know, they were all there when your gifts arrived," Harry said before taking another sip of his soup deciding to torment Gregory a little.

"And what did they say?" Gregory prompted, the glitter once again in his eyes telling Harry he knew what game he was playing.

"Well, Remus wants to meet you, As do Hermione, Tonks and Ron, Andromeda was the most encouraging, making sure I didn't back away because of nerves. Most as long as I am happy and this is what I want they are going to support me. When I left they were facing off again Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Percy," Harry assured him with a smile.

"Are you close with Andromeda, when you speak about her your voice is very fond," Gregory enquired softly.

"I was living in Sirius's old house, but its very large and dark, quite depressing really. When Remus, Tonks and Andromeda found out they moved me into Andromeda's house with them. Andromeda has sort of taken to fussing and mothering over me, but not in the smothering way Mrs Weasley does," Harry shrugged.

"I faintly remember Andromeda from around the time Lucius was courting Narcissa, our families mixed a bit during the process. Lucius asked to court Narcissa when she was fifteen so they had to wait three years before they could bond. Andromeda ran away to marry a few months before Narcissa turned seventeen. After that we barely saw the family until the marriage as they hid away in shame," Gregory's tone told him exactly what he thought of that.

"Andromeda really won't speak much about what happened when she chose to run away to marry Teddy. Only how romantic he was, he even bought her a bouquet and a promise ring to follow with the traditions. But she doesn't really speak much about how the Black's reacted, though I know she has started writing Narcissa after the first four or five letters," Harry shook his head.

"It was pretty bad. Sirius's mother of course is well known for having been completely and utterly loopy, Walburga managed to convince Narcissa's parents to withdraw from the betrothal between herself and Lucius before the Malfoy's got there first. It lasted two months and was horrendous! I was eleven and in my first year at Hogwarts, Narcissa was going around crying and sobbing all the time, she kept trying to write to Lucius but her family had charmed her owl so she couldn't, it was a month before Christmas when it happened so I was home for the second month and got to see Lucius stomping around like an insulted Hippogriff, father was fuming at the insult, Grandfather and Uncle Samuel were trying to speak with the Blacks to sort it out, mother was alternating between trying to calm Lucius down, Mikhail was six and starting to set things on fire with accidental magic and she kept trying to get audiences with Lady Black. Eventually Lucius stormed Hogwarts and wouldn't leave Narcissa's side until the Blacks granted an audience with him and Grandfather, he followed her around school for three days, slept in a transfigured bed at the bottom of the Girls dormitory staircase, sat outside her classes," Gregory told him, the clear amusement he held for it still clear in his voice.

"People always sort of presume that Lucius and Narcissa were an arranged marriage," Harry said after a moment of chuckling at the image.

"My father probably would have arranged a marriage for Lucius with him being the eldest, and for myself had I not gone to live with Grandfather as soon as I left school. Luckily for Lucius he fell in love with someone of acceptable blood and name, so Father allowed the courting and marriage," Gregory sighed.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to bring up a sore subject," Harry apologised placing his free hand on top of Gregory's. Gregory blinked down shocked at Harry's pale hand covering his own, it had been years since someone outside of the family had offered him comfort and a gentle touch. Slowly he turned his hand around and linked their fingers together.

"It is…a difficult subject, but I would have you know everything about me, and my father is a large part of what has shaped me into who I am. I promised myself when I was fifteen and he forced Lucius to join…join with V…V…Voldemort that I would never be like him," Gregory frowned at their joined hands.

"Lucius joining Voldemort never made sense to me, even when Voldemort was still charismatic and less…snake faced. Lucius isn't really the type to bow down and kiss hems," Harry admitted softly.

"No he is it," Despite the sadness in his eyes Gregory seemed amused at the phrasing. "My mother had escaped with Mikhail, he was still too young to leave unprotected, she came with us to Grandfather's. We all tried to get Lucius, Narcissa and Draco, we even tried kidnapping them once, but father was furious that we had escaped, he had offered all three of us to V…V…Voldemort, so he was humiliated when he could only give Lucius. So he clung on to him, ensured that Lucius and Narcissa were surrounded by dangers to them even after the first defeat," Gregory explained.

"They are safe now?" Harry asked concerned.

"No one dares to show their support of him no matter how faithful now that he is definitely gone. They are finally safe, and now Grandfather, Uncle Samuel and the rest of us have come back the Malfoy family is a strong unit once again," Gregory smiled.

"I have to admit it was a shock walking into the room and finding so many Malfoy's sitting there looking back at me," Harry laughed.

"You had a bit of a flustered look on your face as the realisation sank in. It made you look even more handsome," Gregory smiled warmly, his eyes glittering. Harry's cheeks lit up once again with his embarrassment. "Although I will admit, your blushes are even more delicious," Gregory's smile turned to a smirk as he reached across the table with his other hand to brush Harry's cheek.

Harry sucked in a deep breath, there was too much contact between them, too much electricity, too much fire running through his veins and not enough breath getting into his lungs.

"From the moment I saw you, I was pulled to you, forgive me if I am making you uncomfortable but I want you to know I am really serious about this. You are unlike anyone I have ever met Harry Potter," Gregory said unsurely scanning Harry's face to see how he felt.

"You know…I hadn't really planned much passed the Last Battle, morbid as it is I wasn't really sure I would survive it really. But I resolved myself to the fact that even if I did survive I would probably be alone for a long time, I couldn't stand to be with someone who didn't truly care for me, or saw me only as the boy-who-lived, the last Potter heir and an easy way to money and fame. And then I met you. I was so scared I had embarrassed myself when I visited your family that morning, because I could hardly take my eyes off you," Harry sighed.

"That is good, because I was afraid I was going to embarrass my family by grabbing the new saviour and trying to kiss him. As it was they found it amusing how I ensured you were sat next to me," Gregory chuckled.

"I think I nearly ran when you stood up and made room for me," Harry laughed covering his eyes as his cheeks heated up again. He blinked when his hand was tugged away and a warm kiss pressed to the centre of Harry's palm.

"So I am thinking of dragging you closer and you are thinking of running from me?" Gregory huffed, managing to keep a straight face.

"I was thinking of aparating away before I did something embarrassing and completely uncouth like pouncing on you," Harry felt his face flaming even darker at the confession he could not prevent from slipping from his lips.

"Well I would definitely not have been complaining," Gregory's chuckle was slightly husky in a manner that made Harry shift in his seat, the images flashing through his mind not helping his situation.

"I think your family may have, we may have put Julia into early labour," Harry said slightly breathlessly as he squeezed Gregory's fingers.

"I'm not sure, quiet and shy as she comes across she is a little bit of a fan girl for two men," Gregory smirked.

"Ah, you just shattered my illusions of her," Harry mock pouted.

"If you carry on doing that I really won't be able to control myself," Gregory sighed feeling his blood heating rapidly and heading to places that weren't conducive to being in public, or for conversation.

"You wouldn't see me complaining," Harry managed to tease back despite the fact he was swiftly moving much into the same predicament as Gregory.

Neither men were very sure whether they were relieved or angry when Keith walked in, the look on his face clearly telling them that he was aware that he had interrupted something. Harry had never seen anyone move as quickly as Keith did in that moment, whipping their empty soup bowls away from them and directing their plates to settle in front of them. They barely had time to hear his, 'enjoy', as he was already out of their little area.

"Well…I think it is a good thing we definitely weren't in the main part of the restaurant," Harry said but it came out as slightly more like a gasp.

"I would say so. I thought it was difficult before," Gregory breathed out rubbing his eyes with one hand.

"Difficult?" Harry asked unsurely, suddenly feeling horribly exposed after such an intense moment.

"It was hard enough when I first met you to not drag you to me and ravage you, now that I have spoken my intentions and know that there is a chance with you…it is damn near impossible," Gregory opened his clenched eyes to allow Harry to see the lust and passion burning in them.

"Yes, you're right its definitely hard, difficult! Its very difficult," Harry nodded blushing darkly. Gregory's chuckle did nothing to help his situation and he glared at Gregory choosing to throw one of the boiled carrots on his plate at the man. He burst out laughing at the completely stunned look on the Malfoy's face.

Gregory blinked shocked at the man sitting across from him, his emerald green eyes sparkling amazingly with his humour as he clutched his side.

"Oh, your face!" Harry choked out.

"I don't believe I have ever had food thrown at me before…hm," Gregory picked up one of his cherry tomatoes and threw it across to Harry. Harry paused in his laughter, looking at the tomato on his lap before looking to the entirely pleased look on Gregory's face before starting to laugh again, this time Gregory joining in.

"How did we go from heavy flirting and suggestions of ravishment to throwing food to each other," Gregory chuckled as they calmed down.

"I have no idea, it just seemed like a good idea," Harry snickered wiping his eyes.

"Do you want your carrot back?" Gregory asked, his smile belying his polite and courteous tone.

"No that is alright you keep it," Harry shrugged before popping the tomato into his mouth.

"Cheeky. More wine? Or have you reached your limit?" Gregory teased.

"I am not that much of a lightweight thank you very much, I can take one more glass," Harry chuckled before looking at the meal Keith had chosen for him. He had 2 beautiful looking lamb chops, boiled potatoes with what tasted like mint and parsley on them and a selection of carrots, peas that had been mixed in a minty gravy. "This is delicious," Harry sighed cutting a piece of his chop.

"I did think to try and impress you by taking you somewhere impressive and chessily romantic like Paris…and then I thought of what I had learnt of you, and I thought perhaps you would prefer something private and simple, where we could just enjoy each others company and learn to know each other from a differing context from before," Gregory had a question to his tone.

"You're right. I prefer quiet and personal to big flashy gestures meant to impress," Harry nodded. "This has been perfect. Nothing like the one and only other date I have had," Harry grumbled rolling his eyes.

"Oh now I have to hear this after that look!" Gregory pushed him.

"Oh no, please don't ask about that!" Harry groaned.

"Oh come on, please Harry!" Gregory pushed, his blue eyes turning into puppy dog pleading that made Harry feel himself melting almost straight away.

"They should be damn illegal," Harry huffed before finding himself launching not only into the story of the date with Cho but the whole experience.

"She cried?" Gregory blinked, looking as though he wasn't sure whether he should laugh or look horrified.

"Yup, I was the first out of the trio to kiss someone, so Ron asked me what it was like, and I believe my response was wet," Harry chuckled.

"I have to admit it is pretty amusing that you made a date with a girl before telling her you were meeting up with another that was around you all the time in the pub," Gregory chuckled.

"Alright, alright, I saw my fault there, probably really wasn't the best thing to do. It just didn't occur to me that everyone else didn't realise that me and Hermione are like brother and sister. Her and Ron have been a major part of my life in the eight years we have known each other, they're my family," Harry smiled.

"I admit after hearing you talking about them I am very relieved that they are ok with this. I had no idea how I was going to start to try and win them around," Gregory said softly.

"You would have tried to win them around?" Harry blinked surprised.

"Of course, don't you know, once and Malfoy wants someone they do everything they can to get them. And I want you very much," Gregory shrugged as though he was merely discussing the weather.

"What about your family?" Harry asked nervously, voicing what had been lingering as a small voice in the back of his mind since Gregory sent the letter.

"Well, Grandfather has fallen in love with you I think. When mother called me out of fidgeting and being distracted today and I told them we were going on a date, grandfather was practically bouncing in place," Gregory shook his head as Harry relaxed and started laughing at the image. "Mother was thrilled, she likes you, but she was worried you might not like men, and our age difference. Then when I asked if they could keep it quiet until at least tonight in case you didn't show up, Gradfather revealed Lucius, Draco, Leandre, Samuel, Orlandus and Phoenix had been listening in at the door for most of the conversation," Gregory said with fond exasperation.

"How did they take it?" Harry bit his lip.

"Lucius kept repeating the fact you were a Potter, I think he was a little stuck on that, but he had no disagreement. Draco gave me advise on what he knows about you. The others were all excited, and Leandre helped me to escape from the rest before they got overbearing as I was nervous enough and helped me pick my robes,"

"It seems to be going much too well. I was expecting Lucius or Draco to have a problem with it," Harry breathed out in relief.

"I believe my brother and nephew have realised their mistakes against you. Draco was a spoilt and arrogant child who thought he was entitled to everything, it was only really when he was twelve and learnt the truth about what my father had done that he started to calm down, but he had to keep up pretences, much like Lucius," Gregory explained covering Harry's hand.

"Are you done?" Keith called barely popping his head inside.

"Yes we have finished," Gregory smirked at his friend as he came all the way in.

"Phew you could have cooked eggs with the heat passing between you two earlier! I was just glad that I have strengthening charms on the tables here!" Keith grinned waving their plates away and waving their desserts in front of them. Harry laughed embarrassedly at the comment while Gregory elegantly flipped Keith his middle finger, only getting a grin from the man as he bounced out their area.

"I apologise for the idiot," Gregory sniffed but Harry could see how fond he was of the man.

"I think we deserved that after what he had to walk in on earlier," Harry blushed before looking to his dessert. He had thought that he was hungry, but looking at the delicious looking strawberry ice cream, strawberry sauce mixed with strawberries he quickly changed his mind. Glancing over at Gregory's he noticed he had sticky toffee pudding.

"I have a dangerous sweet tooth," Gregory grinned.

"You and Remus would get on well, Merlin help you if you go near his chocolate," Harry laughed shaking his head.

"Do you want a taste?" Gregory asked holding out his spoon. He felt as though he was in one of those clichéd programs Petunia used to watch while he was cleaning of an afternoon, it didn't stop him from leaning across the table slightly and allowing Gregory to guide the spoon to his mouth. Licking his lips he gave a small hum of assent at the gloriously light sponge and sweet treacle.

"Taste of mines?" Harry grinned holding his spoon with a bit of strawberry and ice cream on. When Gregory's eyes fluttered at the sweetness Harry found himself offering Gregory another bite after having a few spoonfuls himself.

As opposed to the rest of the meal they ate their desserts in near silence, alternating between bites of their own dessert and feeding a bite to the other. Harry had never felt so comfortable sitting in silence with someone else apart from Hermione and Luna, and he had definitely not spent fifteen minutes just gazing into their eyes, only looking away to look to their desserts or spoons, their gazes also lingering over each other's mouths. Once again the tension was growing in the air.

When they finished they both sat back sipping their wine and sitting still quietly as they tried to get themselves back under control. Gregory was so intense, he had such a powerful presence that seemed to light Harry on fire with a mere look, no one had ever had that power over him before and Harry couldn't help but feel disconcerted and scared by the intensity of feelings he was having for this man, even while he absorbed and bathed in the intensity of it all.

"I believe we have just ruined my favourite dessert and strawberries for my for the rest of my life. I do not think I will be able to eat either again without…reacting to the memory of this," Gregory finally broke the silence with a rueful smile to Harry.

"I don't think I have ever had such an intense dessert," Harry admitted sheepishly.

"Are you finished?" Gregory asked, his tone slightly hopefully that Harry wouldn't be.

"Yes, I should probably be getting back. I think they will have thrown Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Percy out by now and are sitting in wait," Harry said regretfully standing up.

"I will also likely be facing a full Malfoy interrogation waiting for me, and alerts on every fireplace so they know which room I floo into," Gregory told him as he too stood.

"Hm, I have Hermione and Ron to look forward to alongside Remus, Tonks and Andromeda, I feel worse for myself," Harry shrugged.

"Oh, how your words cut!" Gregory groaned holding his chest.

"How can I make it up to you?" Harry asked suddenly aware of how close they were standing now. Gregory's eyes locked on his face and seemed to be trying to read his meaning from his face.

"I have a lot of ideas, but only a few are appropriate for a first date," Gregory said intensely stepping closer to Harry so they were nearly pressed against each other.

"Perhaps save the others for later dates?" Harry suggested bravely holding his breath as soon as he was done.

"Later dates? Hmm, do not make promises unless you mean them," Gregory bent his head and brushed the tip of his nose from behind Harry's ear, along his cheek till they were nose to nose, their lips inches away from each other.

"I don't say anything I don't mean," Harry challenged raising his eyes to Gregory's. The smirk that he was given was almost vampire like, but so, so blood boiling.

"Then I will hold you to at least several more dates," he said as his arm crept around Harry's waist and tugged him against his solid body. The feeling of Gregory's solid arms wrapped around him, his hard, muscled delicious chest against his own sent Harry's intelligent mind disappearing into the recesses of his brain and the images he had had since meeting this man danced through his mind.

"Only several?" Harry smirked managing the come back just.

"You are treading dangerous waters my beautiful," Gregory growled before sealing their lips together in a fierce, fire filled kiss that had been lingering on the edges of everything they did all night. Their tongues clashing and battling for dominance, their fingers gripping each others robes as they pressed as much of themselves together as they could, Harry raising himself onto his toes, Gregory supporting him as he held him. And everything else faded away from their minds as they fed the heat they had been stoking all night.
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