The Dating Game, Part Seventeen Title: The Dating Game, Part Seventeen Author: digthewriter Rating: PG-13 Fandom: HARRY POTTER Word Count: 500 Warnings: AU/EWE A/N: Unbetaed. Read from the beginning (here) / Read Part sixteen here
"You kissed him?" Hermione asked, sounding shocked. "In public?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah. And he kissed me back. In public."
Hermione made a face and Harry couldn't read her. He looked at Ron for help who shrugged. "I don't think the rules apply here," he said to Hermione. "Malfoy kissed him back and he was all smiling and happy about it. Isn't this what you wanted? For Harry to finally make the move. What are you so worried about?"
She seemed to relax at Ron's words and then she looked at Harry and smiled again. "I'll tell Narcissa--"
"Please don't," Harry said, interrupting her. "I like Malfoy. Yes, you urged me to ask him out. I did. I don't really want him to find out that this was all some sort of a weird set up arranged by you and his mother... I'd like to go out on a date with him before you and her start planning our wedding or something. Please!"
She nodded reluctantly and Harry gave her a stern look just to be sure. He needed to be certain that this wasn't going to get out of hand. He wanted to date Malfoy on his own terms and didn't want to involve any family. Not just yet. He was sure that Malfoy would have preferred that too.
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The next day, when Harry returned to work, he found a small package at his desk along with a note. It was from Malfoy.
Potter,
Teddy requested that I owl you these melted snowman biscuits that he and I made last evening. He didn't wish to wait until Christmas day for you to eat them.
Evidently, Aunt Andromeda is already aware of our plans on Friday, when I'd told her that I wouldn't be able to come by for Christmas Eve dinner.
I suppose I should have realised what "Friday" was when you'd asked me to go get a pint.
In any case, I was worried that she'd insist that I be there but seems to be okay with the fact that you and I are meeting for a drink. She's also been teaching some Christmas carols to Teddy so you might be privy to a performance when you visit him next. Bring ear plugs.
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy.
Harry smiled at the letter from Malfoy and took a bite of the biscuit. It was good, and he figured that it had more to do with Malfoy's baking than Teddy's. At first when he read Malfoy's words about their plans for Friday, he was worried that Malfoy was going to cancel. He sighed with relief at the end and wondered if he should write a reply.
Ron stopped by his desk soon after and Harry shared the biscuits with him.
It was a relief, really, to know that Malfoy was looking forward to the date with Harry. Or at least, that he didn't cancel. Harry hadn't realised just how much he liked Malfoy. He'd been so worried because of his feelings for the man, and as he was getting closer and closer to the actual date of their date, Harry was relaxing.
Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all. PART EIGHTEEN