Dec 03: Step Two: Making The Most Ot It - Harry Potter / Harry/Draco Title: Step Two: Making the most of it. Author:digthewriter Word Count: 475 Rating: PG-13 Fandom: Harry Potter Warning: EWE. Auror Training Academy. Made up stuff. Pretend Relationship. Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: This story is going to be called "Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained." Each chapter is going to have a unique title but it'll all be part of one big story. I hope! AO3 link for all chapters in a row! Thank you nia_kantorka for the beta! All the remaining mistakes are mine.
On Friday night, Harry suggested to take Malfoy to a nice restaurant. He'd been wanting to go on a date with Malfoy for so long, now he had the perfect excuse for it.
Sure, he knew it wasn't the real thing but for the time being, he was going to take whatever he could.
Le Petit Chateau wasn't terribly far from the Academy so he asked Malfoy to meet him there. Harry arrived early to make sure that they had a decent table ready for them. As soon as he'd gotten there, he spotted Jones sitting at the bar with a Muggle woman. Harry smiled to himself, he knew that Jones like going to this particular restaurant, and figured the more they were seen together in front of Jones, the better it would be for Malfoy's plan.
Malfoy arrived right on time. He wore a Muggle suit that fit him perfectly. The dark suit contrasted well with his pale skin tone and the grey tie matched his eyes. His entire ensemble was flawless.
"You look...shit..." Harry mumbled, at loss for words. "I mean... that's good."
"Well, then. I used the Galleons you wouldn't take and purchased this outfit. Good to know it worked." Malfoy smiled at him and took his arm as they were shown to their table.
Jones’ eyes were on them the entire time.
Harry let Malfoy order for him, who took pleasure in doing so. However, when it was time for dessert, Harry eyed the flaming plum pudding that a waiter carried over to the table near theirs, and Malfoy refused to order it for them.
"But, why? It looks incredible."
"We are going to share a small serving of the chocolate-caramel tart that you will be spoon feeding me. I'm not ordering that monstrosity for our table."
"Don't I get any say in this?" Harry asked.
"No, your choices are awful."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You know, Malfoy, if I can do you a favour, I can also be unfavourable." When Malfoy looked at him confused, Harry continued. "I can help you get over Sebastian by sending you to Azkaban for the holidays instead. I've still got a bit of a pull in the wizarding society and the Minister of Magic will do anything for me."
"You're hilarious, Potter," Malfoy said without any amusement. "You kept me out of Azkaban and you'll send me there whenever you feel like it? Why don't you include my father in the--"
"I didn't mean it like that, Draco."
Malfoy huffed. "Whatever."
"Honestly. I knew that Sebastian was a bore but I didn't realise you'd end up losing your own sense of humour because of him."
Malfoy looked offended and Harry couldn't help but smile. "He is not a bore!"