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Most Favourite Bedtime Story	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10153 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's note: Many, many apologies for taking so damn long with this chapter *winces* It was never my intention to have you all wait so long, but for some reason my writing schedule is even more of a mess this summer break. I'm hoping to finally get a better updating schedule, however, and I hope you can forgive me for having you wait so long for this chapter! If you can't, I fully understand, because these delays have been ridiculous :/ I don't know if I even have readers for this left ...
Thanks to the following reviewers: Yan and Smile317
Warnings: Honestly, just fluff. Dates; some bantering
I hope you'll like this chapter! (If you're still here I mean)
Chapter 7
Saturday evening saw Harry standing in front of his mirror, wondering whether he should change his outfit after all – a question he never thought he would ask himself.
Earlier today Draco had told him he would be taking him out for dinner and that he didn't have to dress up too formally for it. What was too formal, though? As a Pureblood and being part of the Malfoy family, Draco probably had frequented quite some high end establishments already, so he was most likely used to dressing up nicely. He hadn't wanted to tell Harry where he would be taking him, however, so he had no clue what to expect. He doubted it would be anything too casual, because this was still Draco, but that didn't help him in deciding what to wear.
Currently he was wearing a dark blue sweater and black trousers, which weren't too stiff. A soft grey cloak was laid out across the bed, ready to be put on and brave the weather outside. Cocking his head to the left, he wondered whether he was dressed too casual now.
"But you can't go wrong with a sweater and trousers, right?" he muttered, furrowing his eyebrows.
Perhaps he should go for something else? But he already had changed his outfit four times before and he was starting to feel really stupid now. It was just a date, for Merlin's sake. Okay, so it was a date with Draco, something he never had envisioned he would end up doing, and yes, it had been a while since he last had gone on a date, but …
"Screw this," he decided aloud and turned away from the mirror, striding to the bed.
If the only recommendation was not to dress up too formal, then this was what Draco was going to get. There were only so many times he could keep changing outfits before he would get too worked up.
After pulling on his cloak, he stuffed his wand into his pocket – out of habit by now, not necessity; well, he dearly hoped he wouldn't need it – and left his quarters. They had agreed to meet each other in the entrance hall, where Draco would lead him to whatever kind of restaurant he had selected for their first date. It was half an hour before dinner would officially start, so there weren't any students yet present in the hall when Harry descended the stairs.
The Veela on the other hand was already present and grey eyes glittered faintly when they landed on Harry. "You look nice," Draco told him with a small smile.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "It's literally a sweater and trousers; I'm sure you've seen nicer outfits," he snorted.
"Well, they look great on you," the blond countered immediately.
"You don't look bad yourself, you know," Harry mentioned, eyeing him.
Draco had chosen to wear a dark blue cloak and his shirt was a deep shade of red, contrasting against his black trousers.
"Never thought I would see you willingly in red," he added cheekily.
"I don't have anything against red." Draco rolled his eyes. "Just against that garnish colour that Gryffindor insisted on decorating the tower with."
"It's not garnish, it's a warm colour. Just because Slytherin decided to deck out his dormitories in depressing dark colours," Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"There's nothing depressing about green or silver," Draco insisted. "It's better than bright red and golden."
"Just for that for our next date I'll show up dressed in red and golden," Harry informed him and narrowed his eyes when Draco started to smirk. "What's that look for?"
"Hm? Just that I'm liking my chances with you more and more if you're already thinking about our second date," the blond man smirked; his eyes gleaming.
Resolutely ignoring the way his cheeks started to feel too warm, Harry cleared his throat. "So, where are you taking me for our first date?"
"You'll see," was Draco's mysterious answer and he pushed open one of the doors. "Let's go before the students arrive and start gossiping."
"Wouldn't be the first time that happened to me," Harry told him, but followed him regardless, because even with all the experience he had, he still didn't enjoy being the subject of gossip.
The sun was on its way down, casting orange and red and purple rays across the forest and Hagrid's home. It wasn't raining but there was a bit of a chilly breeze and Harry was glad he had remembered to take his cloak with him. Sure, Warming spells existed, but they were somewhat of a pain because they only lasted for so long.
He had expected the Veela to lead them to the gates from which they would Apparate to wherever their date took place, but to his surprise Draco instead started walking in the direction of the forest.
"The date takes place in the forest?" he asked bemused, eyeing the towering trees.
Considering that Draco didn't have the best of experiences in the forest – not that Harry's were any better truthfully – it confused him as to why the blond would choose to make the woods their first date. He had expected to be brought to some kind of fancy restaurant or so, even if that sort of establishment had never been his kind of thing.
Draco paused and turned to look at him with a faint smile. "Yes, it is. Unless you'd rather go somewhat else?"
"Not particularly, I'm just surprised you chose for the forest and not some kind of fancy restaurant," Harry answered and shrugged. "What are we going to do in the forest? Fair warning, I don't know where the giant spiders are right now; Hagrid hasn't told me."
"Giant spiders?" Draco muttered but shook his head. "You'll see soon. It's actually not that far into the forest. I didn't want to disturb anything dangerous."
"Yeah, best not, or otherwise this date is going to take one hell of an interesting turn," Harry snickered. "You've got your wand with you, though? You never know."
"Rest assured, Harry, I wasn't about to enter these woods without my wand," Draco said dryly and spun said wand a couple of times between his fingers.
They ended up walking for around fifteen minutes, Harry guessed, when they came out onto a small clearing. In the middle of it was a large, light purple blanket on which a variety of dishes were stalled out to his amazement. A shimmery shield above them kept the food from being stolen by animals, but Harry could spot a plate with small triangular sandwiches; one with steamed white fish and asperges; a bowl with salad; some kind of meat smothered in sauce; some empty plates to put the food on. There was also a large plate with cut up fruit like apples, oranges, strawberries and bananas waiting next to a bowl of liquid chocolate. A bottle of Elven wine and two glasses were set up on a separate plate.
"We're going to have a picnic?" Harry asked amazed, halting in front of the blanket.
"Yes, I figured you'd appreciate a picnic more than a fancy restaurant as you called it," Draco replied amused. "I thought you'd like this kind of setting more."
"I find most restaurants to be rather stiff," Harry admitted, watching how Draco lifted the charm so that they could sit down. "Though if you want to go to a restaurant, I wouldn't mind."
"We're supposed to be courting each other, which means knowing what kind of situations make the other one uncomfortable," Draco said and shrugged. "There's no point in having our first date at a place where you wouldn't be able to relax fully."
"I'm a bit surprised you managed to deduce that, considering we never talked about restaurants before," Harry commented and sat down, crossing his legs.
Grey eyes rolled. "Give me some credit, I'm not an idiot. I've seen the pictures of you in the newspaper when the Ministry threw those celebratory parties. Your photographic version was constantly trying to hide behind either a wall or a table."
The dark haired man grimaced and rubbed his neck. He hadn't been fond of those parties at all, because people had kept trying to clamp onto him, making him uncomfortable with their praises and their gratitude. Yes, he had saved the Wizarding World, but he didn't like being reminded of that every five minutes. He'd never been so happy to hear that Kingsley had put a stop to those parties as soon as he'd become Prime Minister.
"Not to mention that your photo version literally ducked in the bathroom the couple of times you had to have dinner at a restaurant," Draco continued and sat down as well. "Doesn't take a genius then to figure out that high class restaurants aren't your thing."
"I don't like the attention that me being there brings," Harry corrected him. "But if you want to go to such a restaurant, I wouldn't mind. Your company would be a hell of a lot better than some of the politicians I had to sit with after the war."
Back then he and his friends had agreed on a sign he would give when he really couldn't handle all that political bullshit anymore and one of them would come rescue him then, using some kind of excuse to pull him away from the politician in question.
"Well, rest assured, when I take you out to a nice restaurant, it'll be one where our privacy will be guaranteed," Draco smirked and waved at the dishes. "Take whatever you want. I can have more brought if you want to."
"Where did you get this food?" Harry asked curiously, picking two small sandwiches and some of the flaky white fish to start with. The fish was still warm, so either the charms had done their job or the food hadn't been stalled out for that long yet.
"I had some house elves prepare it," Draco replied, putting some of the meat on his plate. "They were all too happy to help out once I told him who they would be preparing it for." He smirked; the smirk widening when Harry clucked his tongue and slapped his knee lightly.
"And here I thought you'd prepared everything yourself," Harry teased, taking a bite of the first sandwich. He couldn't immediately discern what was in it, except that it was delicious and the sauce tasted amazing.
"I'll cook for you when you come with me to visit home," Draco retorted, grabbing the two glasses to fill them with wine.
Harry quirked an eyebrow and couldn't help but sceptically ask, "You can cook?"
"Of course I can cook," Draco said offended, scowling at him. "I'm perfect at Potions, why on earth wouldn't I be able to cook?"
"Because there's a difference between creating potions and making edible food," Harry said lightly. "I can cook for example, but I can't make potions to save my life."
Grey eyes squinted slightly. "I seem to recall you basically excelling in it in our sixth year," Draco said suspiciously.
"Eh, I had some help," Harry said dismissively and waved his hand haphazardly through the air. "Either way there's a clear distinction between knowing how to make potions and knowing how to cook edible food. I know the Malfoys have house elves, so where did you learn to cook?"
"My mother taught me," Draco explained to his surprise. "She always said that cooking is a great way to empty one's mind, because it doesn't require the strict focus that comes with preparing potions. I spent a lot of time with her when I was younger and sometimes she would teach me how to prepare certain dishes." He cleared his throat then and glanced away; his cheeks becoming suspiciously pinkish.
Harry smiled softly. "That's nice. I didn't know she's such a good cook." Honestly he had a bit of trouble merging the image of the stern, blank faced woman he'd met at the Quidditch World Cup with that of a mother teaching her son how to cook.
"She enjoys it a lot actually," Draco said and turned to look at him again. "She said it was a better alternative to hexing her sisters when they annoyed her."
Harry snorted and accepted the wine. "Yeah, I can imagine that."
As they ate, they talked about their classes and some of the more stubborn students who could benefit from a detention or two.
"I'm still amazed that the Slytherins aren't giving you more trouble," Draco remarked, sipping from his wine. "Especially because you have them together with the Gryffindors, right?"
"Yes, well, after Hermione helped me show off some of my skills, they tend to reconsider pulling stupid shit in my classroom," Harry snorted, leaning back on his hands. When he looked up, he could see splashes of the night sky through the gaps in the leaf roof. Small glowing balls of white light floated around them, illuminating the blanket and them both.
"And they never give you any trouble whatsoever?" Draco asked sceptically, putting his empty glass back on the plate.
Harry offered him a grin full of teeth. "A casual reminder that I fought worse people than them helps keeping them in line."
That had Draco throwing his head back, laughing. "Oh my, the great Harry Potter casually threatening his students? Whatever would the Headmistress say about that?" he grinned.
"Probably curse because she didn't think of that herself," Harry chuckled, emptying his own glass.
He had no idea how late it was, only that it was definitely evening now, and his stomach was pleasantly filled with delicious food and even more delicious sweet wine. He hadn't exactly expected a picnic as their first date, but he had enjoyed it immensely nonetheless.
"I've got one more thing planned for our date, you feeling up to that or do you want to go back?" Draco looked at him questioningly.
"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked curiously and straightened up.
"I want to show you something. How much do you trust me?" Draco questioned out of the blue. His eyes were intense as he leant slightly forwards.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "Where's this question coming from?"
"Because in order to show you what I want, I need to fly up in the air with you," Draco smiled wryly.
Green eyes blinked slowly. "You can actually fly with those wings?" he asked dumbly.
That earnt him a scornful scoff. "Of course I can. What, you thought they were only there for decoration?"
"Well, how the hell should I have known you could fly with them?" Harry protested, waving at the wings which were slowly materialising behind Draco. "It's not like I know a lot of Veela and I never saw Fleur with wings, let alone saw her flying with them!"
"Well, I can fly with them," Draco said impatiently and his wings flapped a couple of times, stirring up some dead leaves behind his back. "So do you trust me enough to fly with me?"
"If you drop me I will hex you," Harry promised, but stood up; a spark of excitement growing in the pit of his belly even if he was still feeling a tad apprehensive.
He hadn't flown on anything besides a broom, Buckbeak or those Thestrals, so he was pretty curious how it would be like to fly with a Veela.
"Like I would do that." Draco rolled his eyes and rose up as well.
"All right, how do we do this?" Harry eyed those massive white wings, still as impressed with them as the first time he'd witnessed them in their full glory. When it came to being impressive looking, the Veela's wings definitely had the upper hand.
"Hold on to my shoulders or around my neck," Draco instructed him, beckoning him closer. "If you want to be really sure, you can always wrap your legs around my waist too." His eyes were definitely shining now; a hint of silver around the edges.
"Yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you?" Harry grinned and stood close to Draco, wrapping his arms around his neck. This close he could pick up his scent and while he couldn't figure out what kind of scent it was, it was definitely not a foul smell and he found himself inhaling deeper before he realised it.
A small shock went through his system when Draco's arms closed around him, pressing him even closer against his body and then there were lips against his ear, murmuring, "Hold on."
Harry's stomach swooped when Draco shot up in the air, his wings creating powerful blasts of wind which sent them straight up. In just a couple of seconds they were above the tree line, hovering above the leaf roof and Harry's mouth dropped open as he looked at the dark mass of the forest stretched out in front of them. Dozens of stars shone gently above them, surrounding a nearly full moon. When he turned his head, he could spot the many illuminated windows of Hogwarts, casting their warm yellow orange light over walls and roofs and the ground.
Draco allowed him a moment longer to look around before he started flying straight forwards, keeping his arms securely around Harry's waist. This high up in the air the wind was definitely colder, but Harry could barely feel it, too aware as he was of Draco's body pressed against him. His body heat seemed to seep straight through their cloaks, warming up Harry more than any Warming spell would.
All of a sudden Draco took a turn to the left and right as Harry was about to ask whether they were going somewhere in particular, the Veela slowed down to a stop and nodded to the ground.
"Look," he murmured; his voice barely audible above the noises of the wind.
Harry heard him, though, and he obeyed, looking beneath him. His mouth parted in shock when he realised he was looking at a herd of unicorns meandering around a large open field. Some were already lying down on the ground, preparing to go to sleep, but there were also a couple of young unicorns running about, chasing after each other and neighing happily. Their pure white coat shone so brightly, it seemed to chase away the darkness around them.
Harry had only ever seen a unicorn once, back in his first year, and the poor thing had been dead then; his blood being sucked out by Voldemort, who had possessed Quirrell. Since then he hadn't had the chance to see even one of them, let alone the entire herd, though he knew that Hagrid kept track of them whenever they came close to the school's borders.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Draco said; his lips barely moving.
"They really are," Harry agreed softly. "How did you come across them?"
"I need to stretch my wings sometimes and a week ago I happened to spot them when flying above the forest," Draco answered; his wings not making any sound even though they were still flapping forcefully, keeping them suspended in the air. "I thought you might like having a look at them without risking scaring them off."
"You thought right," Harry murmured, smiling.
There was something mesmerizing about the innocent creatures wandering around the field, playing with each other or cuddling closely together in order to catch some sleep. Very few were ever lucky enough to witness such a beautiful sight.
Thanks to Draco, Harry was one of these lucky few now.
"Thank you," he said, glancing up at Draco, who looked back at him, "for showing me this."
"Beauty deserves to see beauty," Draco said simply and there was not even a hint of teasing in his voice.
Harry told himself the stinging heat in his cheeks was because of the wind and definitely not because of the compliment. Definitely the wind, yeah.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," Harry smiled as they halted near the dungeons. It was already nearing eleven p.m. and the only ones still awake were some ghosts wandering about, not deigning them worthy of a glance.
"I'm glad to hear that," Draco said; the corners of his mouth pulled up in a small smile. "You think you want to do this again?"
It was asked nonchalantly, casual like, but there was no hiding the hint of nerves in his voice and Harry's smile widened.
"Definitely. I'll be taking you out next," Harry said, squeezing Draco's hand; realising belatedly he had been holding it the entire walk back to the dungeons.
"So are you a kiss on the first date type of bloke?" Draco asked teasingly; his bravado back now that Harry wasn't rejecting the idea of more dates.
"Sure," Harry said innocently and right as grey eyes widened, turning silver, he darted forwards and pressed a kiss on Draco's cheek. "Good night, Draco."
"You're a damn tease, Potter, and you will be sorry for that soon," Draco promised darkly, making Harry cackle.
"Looking forward to finding out how you're going to do that." Harry winked and released his hand, walking back to the stairs. "Sweet dreams, Draco."
"Oh, they'll be sweet, all right."
The butterflies in his stomach were because of the wine, Harry stubbornly told himself, and not because of the sultry tone in Draco's voice. Because that would be absolutely ridiculous, especially after just one date.
Their next date was a Quidditch match between the Falmouth Falcons and Appleby Arrows. Harry didn't like using his fame, but in this case it did come with benefit of having a private booth to watch the game and even a private entrance, ensuring that the press wouldn't be able to ambush him.
While the match itself was quite amazing with both teams rather evenly matched, Harry found himself enjoying Draco's cutting commentary a hell of a lot more. His snarky comments had Harry in a laughing fit more than once and it was only by looking at the scoreboard that he could keep track of who was winning at which moment.
When they parted in front of the staircase in Hogwarts later on, Draco grasped his hand and kissed him on the back of it, winking when Harry gaped at him. Oh, Harry saw where this was going and frankly he couldn't wait to find out where it would end.
The thirty-first of October had the annual Halloween festivities taking place in the Great Hall as tradition stated. Instead of joining them again this year, however, Harry found himself whisked away to a ball being organised by the Greengrass' of all people.
He'd protested about that at first, because he didn't know the Greengrass' at all and he was frankly not looking forward to being bombarded with questions of several Pureblood wizards and witches, but Draco had been quick to assuage his worries. It was a masked ball, he'd explained, showing off two masks, so nobody would have to know that the both of them were attending the party.
Harry never thought he would say this, but he actually enjoyed himself a lot at the party. It wasn't as stiff as he had feared it would be and everyone wore masks as Draco had said, ensuring that he could be just as anonymous as the blonde haired witch next to him. There was an abundance of delicious food and various types of alcoholic drinks, but Harry was too busy dancing with Draco to pay the tables against the walls any mind.
And who would have thought he would one day enjoying dancing with somebody? Clearly dating Draco was opening him up to a lot of firsts in his life.
When the room – large as it was – became a bit too stuffy and warm, they wormed their way through the mass of bodies, slipping outside to the patio where floating candles offered them enough light to see.
"See, told you, you wouldn't mind dancing if you did it with me," Draco pointed out smugly as they came to a stop at the furthest end of the patio where a stone bench had been placed.
"Don't think that means I'll be dancing every week with you," Harry warned him, but he couldn't help but grin, still feeling incredibly exhilarated from the dancing they had been doing. "This party is a lot more fun than I thought it would be."
"Because it's thrown by Purebloods?" Draco asked knowingly, tilting his head slightly to the left.
"You tend to give off a stiff vibe," Harry said apologetically.
"Only with you," Draco shot back quickly and winked.
It took a couple of seconds before Harry understood the innuendo and he blushed, smacking Draco's shoulder. "Are all Veela perverted or is it just you?"
"If you think this is me being perverted already then you're really leading a sheltered life," Draco teased, his eyes dancing with mirth, letting Harry slap him once more.
They were quiet then, listening to the muffled noise of the music playing inside.
"Thanks for bringing me here," Harry said softly, looking at the fountain still clattering cheerfully even with winter approaching.
Draco shrugged. "You deserve a break on this day," he said nonsensically, but Harry understood it.
"You know a lot, hm?" he hummed, turning to look at the blond wizard.
"It's called being a good observer," Draco replied lightly, but it was more than that.
It had always been more than that between them, Harry reflected, even when they still had been rivals and more likely to punch each other than to have a conversation. They might have hated each other when they were kids, but at the same time they had always been aware of each other.
Perhaps even more aware than they had been of other people.
Harry couldn't say who moved first. Maybe he did, perhaps Draco was the one moving first. It didn't matter. They gravitated towards each other like they had done time and time again, even back when they hadn't wanted to do that.
One moment they stood next to each other, some space between them as they let their bodies cool down. The next Harry found himself pressing Draco against the wall and their mouths connected for the first time. The touch, innocent at first before it deepened in pressure, sent shivers down his spine, made his lips tingle and his hands clutched into Draco's robes, kissing him again and again until all the air had left their lungs and they were forced to part or faint.
"So, you're a kissing on the third date kind of bloke, huh?" Draco murmured breathlessly; his pupils considerably wider as his fingers dug into Harry's spine.
Harry laughed, pressing himself even closer against the Veela. "Shut up and kiss me again," he ordered and this time Draco had no trouble complying to his demand.
Kissing Draco was definitely a lot more fun than dancing was.
Knocking on his portrait sent him stumbling out of his bed two days later, on Sunday morning, and as he rubbed his eyes, still tired, he called out, "Yes, yes, I'm coming!"
He opened the door, wondering just who the hell wanted to visit him this bloody early in the morning, and then froze when his brain registered who was in front of him.
"Good morning, Mister Potter," Narcissa Malfoy smiled affably. "You mind if I come in?"
AN2: Some of you were wondering whether Narcissa would show up soon, well, here she is ;) I'm particularly fond of this last scene, just saying.
Again my apologies for taking so long with this chapter! I will do my best to have the next one out sooner!
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes (aside from my fucked up time management) please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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