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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: I got some really great first date suggestions and I tried to work them in. Thank you all for the great ideas!

            The next day Harry tried to stick to his plan regarding Malfoy. He wanted their date Saturday night to be perfect and pressure free. He wanted to give Malfoy the chance to slowly acclimate to his presence before anything sexual happened. He wanted to keep up his part of the carefully crafted mask Malfoy had created for himself. He tried to call Malfoy names in public and stick to minor hexes and the like, but that plan fell apart Friday morning during his free period when he ran into Malfoy in the hallway outside the library.

            “Oh look if it isn’t the boy who lived himself? Taking a break from saving the world, eh Scar-head?” Draco asked, coming out of the library with Crabbe and Goyle.

            Harry had Ron behind him, as they headed towards the library. Hermione was in arithmancy class and they just needed a few books for an essay; they could’ve waited until Hermione was with them, but she had asked them to get started without her. “Just ignore him, he’s not worth it,” Ron said. “You still have a month’s worth of detentions from Snape.”

            “What do you want, ferret? Run out of first years to torment?” Harry asked, but what he really wanted to do was snog Malfoy senseless. Malfoy’s lips looked particularly succulent at the moment and he was having a bit of a problem in his pants. This morning he had been having the most wonderful dream about Malfoy and wanking that giant cock of his, his own cock throbbing hard. He was lying on his stomach, thrusting into the mattress, about to cum in his sleep, when Ron woke him up, saying it was time for breakfast. Harry had been embarrassed at almost getting caught by all his dorm mates having a wet dream, but at least Ron saved him that horror by waking him up before Neville, Dean, and Seamus noticed. On the other hand, Harry wished Ron would’ve just let him finish, because as it was he had been forced to take a cold shower and had been walking around horny all morning.

            Malfoy threw a few more insults at Harry and Harry threw a few more back at Malfoy, before they broke out the mild hexes. Harry hit Malfoy with a levicorpus, which is where it all went wrong. Malfoy wasn’t wearing trousers underneath his robes that particular morning, he rarely did, so when he was turned upside down by the ankle, his robes fell down around his armpits, leaving his red silk boxers exposed for all to see. Harry couldn’t see much in the boxers. Yes Malfoy had a nice arse, but this pair must’ve had the same charm on it as the other pair did, because there was no sign of the massive cock that Harry knew must be under there.

            No, it wasn’t the boxers that caught Harry’s eye; it was the sight of Malfoy’s smooth, perfectly defined hairless chest. The boy had a slight six pack and then some. Harry had to stop himself from drooling. He quickly did the counter charm, to let Malfoy down and end the show before he did something stupid, like pull out his cock and wanking right there. But he really wasn’t thinking when he performed the counter, because Malfoy’s body started fallen back down towards the ground, head first, and Harry was worried that he’d be seriously injured again.

            And so Harry, with the skill of a top rate seeker, dived down and caught Malfoy before he hit head first, breaking his fall. That left Harry holding a half-naked Malfoy in his lap, so he began pulling Malfoy’s robes back down to cover all his most interesting bits, which meant that Harry was touching Malfoy and his hand brushed against that succulent smooth skin- not down there, of course, but the skin covering those abs and his right thigh. It was the slight brush of accidental contact, but given Harry’s half-hard state from this morning, all that stimulation was very quickly creating a problem in his own pants, not to mention that Malfoy was still in his lap, squirming on top of him!

            Draco wasn’t too happy about the state of things, being rescued by Potter and caught in his lap! They were supposed to be fighting, not whatever it was that they were doing, and to make matters worse, Potter’s hard dick was pressing into his back; Draco was not about to tolerate that, so he turned around and punched Potter right in that stupid angular jaw of his. Potter needed to practice his shaving spells, because he could feel the bumps of hair coming back up. ‘He probably shaves the muggle way or something equally ridiculous,’ Draco thought to himself, as he pulled his sore fist back and nursed his injury with his other hand.

            Harry was shocked by the punch at first and his instinctive reaction was to turn their bodies over, so that he was on top and had the advantage. Once he had done that, he was about to start pounding back on Malfoy when he realized what he was doing and stopped himself mid-swing, instead letting his fist lightly hit the stone floor on the side of Malfoy’s head. From there he fastidiously ignored his urge to snog Malfoy senseless and hump him right there on the floor outside the library with his friends watching. His hips may have bucked involuntarily into Malfoy as he stood up, but that couldn’t be helped and he didn’t think anyone saw.

            Crabbe and Goyle helped Malfoy up, who glared at Harry, before turning towards the dungeons.

            “What was that about?” Harry heard Goyle ask Malfoy.

            “I don’t know. Potter’s gone off the deep end again,” Draco told his friends as he walked away. Once they were far enough away that Potter and his Gryffindors wouldn’t hear, he added, “His obsession with me is a bit embarrassing really; I’d prefer it if you two didn’t say anything about it to the others.”

            Crabbe and Goyle nodded, not being much for thoughts or opinions, preferring just to follow whatever Draco said. Life was easier that way.

            “What was that about Harry?” Ron asked, echoing Goyle’s question now that the Slytherin trio was out of earshot.

            “Sorry, I got caught up in his insults and hexing him back, but then when he was falling I remember how he almost died last week and that he was barely out of the hospital wing and I couldn’t let him crack his skull open. Then he hit me and I wanted to punch him back, but again I remembered his pale face as all the blood drained from his body in that bathroom and couldn’t do it,” Harry lied.

            “Well you need to do a better job of keeping your head about you or you’re never gonna get out of detention, mate,” Ron chastised, sounding a bit like Hermione and clasping Harry on the back. “Just think about how our Quidditch team suffers without you, yeah?”

            “Yeah mate, I’ll try harder next time,” Harry replied. “But listen, I don’t think I can study right now. I need some time to be alone and clear my head. Maybe I’ll go back to the tower and practice my occlumency.”

            “Alright, I’ll just ask Neville to help me pick out some books,” Ron replied, glancing into the library and seeing Neville sitting by himself at a table.

            Harry nodded and grabbed his backpack from where he left it, before heading back to his dorm room. He wanted to run, but the problem in between his legs made running not a feasible option at the moment, so he walked back to Gryffindor tower. He was pleased to find his room empty, so he finally had a chance to wank and this time it was to images of touching Malfoy’s perfect abs and pale thigh.

            Yeah, so the incident in the hallway and the subsequent wanking set Harry back in his goal of having a sex-free relationship with Malfoy. Obviously he wanted more sex with Malfoy, but he didn’t want to pressure him and push his hard cock off on him. Thus Harry spent the rest of the day and the next worrying about how Malfoy was taking the hallway incident. Was he mad? Did he think it was funny? Was he flattered? Maybe turned on a little himself? With those charmed boxers and not having touched Malfoy’s bits, Harry was clueless as to whether or not Malfoy was turned on at all by the whole thing. ‘Malfoy might be so offended that he won’t even show up tomorrow,’ Harry thought. He spent the next day and a half worrying over such thoughts.

            But in the end, his worry just made Harry more determined to make the most of his first real official date with Malfoy. He made a trip to the kitchens to talk with Dobby and arranged for him to make a special meal with all Malfoy’s favorites. Dobby was originally a Malfoy house elf, so he knew just what the young wizard preferred and how to make it. He promised Harry quiet enthusiastically that he would have everything ready and perfect in time. And with the room of requirement supplying everything else he would need, Harry had everything arranged and even had time to serve two detentions with Snape, go to Quidditch practice, and get some homework done.

            A gust of lilac scented air burst out of the room of requirement as he opened the door to go inside and prepare for his date. He had told the room he needed someplace romantic to have dinner with Malfoy, but he hadn’t imagined that the room would give him this. There was a fireplace in the corner with a loveseat facing it, which Harry thought might be cozy for a nice after dinner chat. And there was a table set for two in the middle of the room, which Harry thought would be perfect for their dinner. But the left side of the room ended in fields of lilac bushes covered with hundreds of thousands of tiny purple flowers and the right side of the room let out to a sandy beach. The ceiling was still there, but it was the pale blue color of the sky and he could feel the sun beating down on his skin and the cool breeze blow in off the water. Okay, maybe the flowers and the ocean breeze would be romantic. Harry had asked the room for something romantic.

            Malfoy hadn’t arrived yet and was not due to for another fifteen minutes, so Harry took the time to look around. There were columns, separating the fireplace and loveseat section of the room from the sea on one side, the lilac field on the other, and the dining patio on the third side. Looking down at the cobble-stone floor under the dining area, Harry decided that it must be a dining patio. And looking at the sitting area, Harry decided that it was some sort of tropical open to the outdoors design. It had a thatched roof covering the area, and a thick rug covering the floor, but it still fit with the outdoors theme of the rest of the room. Harry then proceeded over to the field of lilacs and picked a small bunch, before putting them in a vase on the table.

            Satisfied that the room was as prepared as it could be, Harry went over to examine the beach. The sand was composed of thick black and white pebbles, about three millimeters in size each. The water was a teal blue color that Harry had never seen before in real life; it looked more like the type of thing he saw on the Dursley’s television then something that belonged in Britain. The water looked warm and Harry just had to test it, so he took his sneakers and socks off and dipped his toes in. The water was warm and felt wonderful against his skin; not at all like the cold black lake.

            Potter was sitting down on the sandy beach letting the little waves lap at his feet when Draco arrived. He looked around the room and was impressed that Potter had gone to all of that trouble for their date. “I would’ve worn my summer robes if I’d known you were going tropical Potter,” Draco said, walking through the dining patio towards the beach to get a better look at the indoor ocean.

            “Harry. I want you to call be Harry now that we’re dating,” Harry said, standing up and taking Draco’s hand in his. It felt warm and made his skin tingle where they connected.

            “Alright, then I guess I could let you call me Draco, but only when no one else is around,” Draco said, relishing in the tingling feeling he was getting from Potter- no Harry- when they touched. He had felt it the day before outside the library, when he fell into Harry’s arms. Their clothes covered most of their bodies, but in the few places where their skin met, tingles had shot through his body. It was all he could do to maintain his composure and get out of there before Goyle and Crabbe noticed his rapid heart rate or his flushed cheeks.

            “Alright, Draco,” Harry said with an outrageous smile on his face. He had wanted for Draco to give him that permission for over a week now.

            “I went to a beach like this once, with my parents when I was younger,” Draco said looking out on the soft water and gentle waves. “We stayed there for the summer, but then the waves weren’t so gentle then and there weren’t lilac bushes growing on the island.

            “Yeah? That must’ve been wonderful. Do you want to take your shoes off and dip your feet in?” Harry asked. “Or are you hungry and want to eat first?”

            “I want to dip my feet in the water. Is it as warm as it looks?” Draco asked.

            “Oh yeah, it’s great. I’ve never seen water like it before. It even smells of salt.”

            “I wonder if there are fish in there. The beach I went to with my parents was teeming with life. We went snorkeling and saw the most amazingly colorful fish. I even saw a couple of sea turtles, an eel, and a manta ray, not to mention all the brightly colored coral.”

            “Maybe tomorrow we can come back and see. I’ll ask the room for snorkel stuff and a swimsuit,” Harry said, hoping Draco would agree to it and they could make it another date.

            “We had snorkels, masks, flippers, and swimsuits. Father bought them from some muggle shop on the island.”

            “Did you go on exotic vacations like that all the time?” Harry asked curiously. Maybe he could get some more ideas for dates out of Draco. ‘How many dates does it take before you’re allowed to snog your date senseless? Hopefully it won’t be too many, because Draco’s lips just look so delicious.’

            “We went somewhere every summer before I started school. Mostly we went to our Villa in France and visited with relatives, but we went to other places too. Once we went to a desert in America and another time we went to a rainforest in Africa. I liked those places, the warm places, the best. We went skiing in the Alps one time and I didn’t like that at all. Far too cold.”

            Harry was fascinated by this and would have let Draco keep talking and wading into the wonderfully warm salt water, but Dobby popped in with dinner. “Dobby is serving Harry Potter, sir, and Draco Malfoy, sir, dinner,” Dobby said before disappearing with another loud popping noise.

            “What did you order?” Draco asked. He recognized the elf, but didn’t want to get into that can of worms at the moment. He had seen Potter and his friends hand out SNOT or some other type of mucus badges, which was somehow linked to freeing house elves. Draco liked having house elves and couldn’t imagine living without them.

            “Um…I just told him to make your favorite. What do you think it is?” Harry asked.

            “Well seeing this room I think it might be seafood and tropical fruits. There’s this wonderful shrimp and rice dish with little bits of pineapple in it that I’m craving right now,” Draco said as they walked hand in hand over to the small table where two covered plates awaited them. Neither of them bothered to put their shoes back on and they just left them lying there on the beach.

            Sure enough there was a plate of shrimp, rice, and tropical fruits on the table waiting for each of them. Harry pulled out Draco’s chair, like a gentleman should, before he sat down opposite him and dug in. It was delicious. “What is this one?” Harry asked after taking a bite of a particularly juicy and tangy fruit.

            “That’s mango. The other fruits are pineapple, guava, and papaya,” Draco answered.

            They ate their meal holding hands on top of the table. They were both enjoying the touch and neither let go, so that’s how their hands fell. The food was so delicious that it went fast and when their plates were empty, they disappeared and were replaced by little dishes of dessert. To Harry it looked like ice cream and Danishes.

            “What’s this?” Harry asked curiously.

            “Macadamia nut ice cream with lilikoi and coconut Danishes. I had these on the island,” Draco answered, digging in with his free hand.

            Harry nodded and dug in as well and he had to admit that Draco had nice taste, because the dessert was amazing.

            When they were both done, Harry suggested that they go for a walk along the beach. It was an incredibly short beach, given that it was inside the room of requirement and it seemed to extend out forever, to the horizon, but it was only about a dozen yards long from end to end; Draco and Harry walked it twice, holding hands the entire way.

            “You want to go in, don’t you?” Harry asked. The fake sun was setting over the water and it looked spectacular.

            “Yeah, but I can wait until tomorrow. I’ll have to get my swimsuit,” Draco answered.

            “I don’t have a swimsuit. My old one from the triwizard tournament is too small for me now,” Harry revealed. The Dursleys never took him swimming and he certainly hadn’t had need of a swimsuit besides the tournament, so he hadn’t bothered getting a new one. “Do you think the room will provide me with one if I ask it?”

            “Yeah, probably. If not you can borrow my extra pair,” Draco replied happily. The food and view were wonderful, the warm full feeling in his stomach was pleasant, and the hand in his made his skin tingle. It was turning out to be a very nice evening.

            “Okay, thanks! You look sleepy. Do you want to go sit down on the couch for a bit?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, I’m just full,” Draco replied and let Harry lead him over to the loveseat where they both sat and watched the flickering flames of the fire. ‘I wonder if I can fire-call mother from here.’

            Draco was quiet, but it was a peaceful quiet and Harry was just enjoying being next to him. Then he felt Draco’s head resting on his shoulder and looked over to see that Draco was snuggling in next to him. “Um Draco?” Harry asked.

            Draco didn’t respond, except for to turn his head in Harry’s direction and that was when Harry realized that Draco was half asleep. Not wanting to ruin the moment, Harry draped his arm around Draco and encouraged him to snuggle in tighter. He was running on minimal sleep himself most days, so it was easy for Harry to close his eyes and fall asleep next to his…Draco. What was Draco, his boyfriend? They could work that out later, for now Harry was just satisfied with having a Draco.

Author’s Note: So Harry and Draco have another date tomorrow. What do you think should happen? How do you think Draco will react when he wakes up next to Harry? Review please.
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