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Acceptance	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I wake up Monday and find that I’m still smiling. If I keep this up people are going to think I belong at St. Mungo’s.
                I shower and grab a quick breakfast before heading down to the shop. There are seven owls waiting for me when I get there. More than normal for mail orders.
                I take the letters from each owl and they fly off in turn. I unlock the door and put the letters on the counter while I set up for the day. When I’m set up I go back to the letters and read through them, putting each one in a basket so that I can collect the ingredients during down time during the day. The fifth letter is not a potion order.
                                Malfoy,
                                                Lunch (you know the meal in the middle of the day) on Wednesday?
                                                                                                                Harry Potter
                I smile at the note, grab a piece of parchment and write back. I run upstairs to give the letter to Scorpio, my owl. He hasn’t had a mail delivery in a long time. I attach it to his leg and tell him where to go and watch him fly away to deliver my reply.
                                                                If I must.
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                I make it through Tuesday and awake on Wednesday feeling as if Christmas has come early. I take special care getting ready and notice that my hair is almost back to its original color. I debate coloring it again. It’s no longer only about what Potter said but about being me. I decide against coloring it again. Maybe tomorrow.
                I get through the morning with a steady flow of customers. At 12:30 Potter comes through the door. There are still 4 people gathering their things. He wanders the shop looking at things on the shelves. I flip the sign to Closed and help the remaining people with their purchases. The entire time my stomach is flipping. I keep thinking back to the kiss in Potter’s kitchen.
                When the last customer leaves I turn to Potter. He’s sitting on the counter again.
                “ ‘If I must’? That’s how you reply to a lunch invite?”
                “When the lunch invite is insulting, yes.”
                He looks at me for a moment and then smiles. “I’ll take it.” He hops off the counter and moves towards the door and opens it. He sweeps into a low bow. “Shall we?”
                “You’re still a prat.” I say as I move past him, but I’m smiling.
                “And you’re still a git.”
                We walk to the Leakey Cauldron. In the entire time I’ve lived at Diagon Alley I’ve not eaten here as much as I have with Potter. We find a seat and a waitress is at our table within a minute. We place our order and then sit back in our chairs. I can’t help but notice that his knee is pressed against mine again. I shift after a minute so that we aren’t touching.
                “Andromeda told me she got a letter from your mother.”
                I hadn’t expected this line of conversation and it takes me a moment to figure out how he would even know that. He must see the confusion in my face.
                “She’s Teddy’s grandmother and I’m Teddy’s God Father. I see them a lot. She was telling me about it the other day. She told me that she felt your mother was up to something even though the letter gave no indication of being anything but an apology and admission of regret. I let her know that you and I had gotten together for dinner and lunch a few times. I think that helped her with it. She’s trying to figure out how to reply.”
                “She’s going to reply?” I’m surprised by this but secretly really pleased. It will be good for mother.
                “She plans on it. Wait, you knew?”
                “Mother told me this past weekend. She said it was because I had told them that we had had lunch. She said if I could move forward there was reason to believe she could too.”
                “Well, I hope it works out for both of them.”
                Our meal comes and the conversation hops from quidditch, the latest cases at the Ministry, current potions I’m working on and the time he spends with Teddy and the Weasley kids. After an hour and a half we need to get back to work. He walks back to the shop with me. I open the door and he walks in before me.
                I face him and my mouth goes dry, I want to ask him something but my mouth and brain have become disconnected. I take a deep breath and try again.
                “Would you like to have dinner on Friday?” I hope my voice wasn’t as squeaky as it sounded to me.
                He looks at me and smiles. A full face smile, mouth, eyes, cheeks, they are all involved. I’ve never been smiled at like that and it makes my breath catch a little.
                “Yes.” he’s still smiling. He needs to stop because it’s very distracting.
                “Where would we be going?” he asks as he takes a step towards me.
                “Uh, I was thinking, maybe… if it was ok with you… I’d cook.”
                He raises an eyebrow.
                “Cooking is a lot like potions. It’s not that hard.” I say in response to his unspoken question.
                “What should I bring?”
                “Nothing. I’ll take care of everything.” I think I heard my voice tremble. This is humiliating.
                “OK.” He’s still smiling and takes another step toward me. “What time?”
                “6:30?”
                “OK.” he’s right in front of me. Maybe Gryffindor are braver than Slytherin. I can barely make myself look at him much less approach him this way.
                “I’ll see you on Friday at 6:30.” he says and his hand is on the back of my neck and I feel by body respond to this touch in socially inappropriate way. Something flips below my stomach and I find myself leaning towards him. I’m going to be a part of it this time, not just stand there. I put my hand on his hip and his eyes flash to mine. I’ve not been this scared in a while, but it’s mixed with an excitement that I can barely contain. Our heads tilt and our lips meet. It’s just like last time. Soft, gentle and sweet. I push my lips against his, not hard but more intense. His fingers tighten on my neck and I’m breathing hard. My lips part slightly and I decide that I need to make the first move this time. My tongue touches his bottom lip and I hear and feel him draw in a quick breath. I take advantage of his parted lips and slide the tip of my tongue into his mouth.
                The change is instantaneous. His fingers tighten even more on my neck and his other hand goes to my hip. He pulls me close and opens his mouth, his tongue meeting mine. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and I feel my erection pressed against his thigh. I know I should be embarrassed but I can’t think. There is urgency to our kiss. His hand moves from my neck and into my hair. I let out an involuntary moan and he pulls me closer. I realize he’s hard too and he’s pressed against my leg. I put my hands on his shoulders and push him back.
                We stand there staring at each other. His hand still in my hair and my hand still squeezing his hip. We are both panting.
                “I’m sorry.” he whispers.
                “For what?”
                “I uh, shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
                “Why shouldn’t you have done that?”
                “What?”
                “I just need to know where we stand. Did you apologize because you didn’t want it to happen?”
                “You pushed me away. I just assumed that it was more than you wanted.”
                I laugh. “Then please, don’t apologize. It was more than I expected but that’s it. But we are standing in the middle of my unlocked shop so that had something to do with me pushing you away.”
                He looks around and seems to realize where we really are. He pulls his lips in and looks embarrassed.
                “So? Dinner Friday.”
                “Yes, go up the side stairs to my flat.”
                “OK.”
                He smiles at me again and I smile back. As he walks out a little old witch walks in. I’ve never been more thankful for robes.
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