HP fic: Better Than Revenge, ch. 29: Diagon Alley [Harry/Draco, adult]
Title: Better Than Revenge chapter 29, "Diagon Alley" Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: adult Summary: Harry enjoys the sexual pleasure he finds with Draco, but he's not sure if that's enough. Dobby arrives, and Harry goes to Diagon Alley to purchase potions ingredients.
Whispering how he felt to a sleeping Draco did not make it any easier for Harry to fall asleep himself. He wasn't used to the idea of being in love with another boy – most especially not Draco Malfoy. Enjoying the fooling around they had done was one thing; he could pass that off as just fun, or maybe boredom, nothing better to do when they were trapped in each other's company. But then there was the development of friendship between them too. Was it the friendship that had complicated the sex, or the other way around? Whichever, it had made Harry's feelings far too tangled to sort out easily... and then there was Ginny. She had accepted their breakup rather well, all things considered, but Harry was sure she expected they would get back together once Harry defeated Voldemort. If he did. Harry had expected that too, but now... now he wasn't sure it was still what he wanted.
He shifted, trying to find a position that would let him rein in his racing thoughts and go to sleep. Draco, next to him, sighed and moved a little as well, curling up so that his back was toward Harry, only an inch or two away. Harry could sense the warmth rising from his skin.
It had felt so good, having Draco's mouth on him. His mind started presenting him with ideas of other things he and Draco could do together. He wasn't entirely ignorant of the possibilities, even if he hadn't considered them as applying to himself until just lately. Dean had a collection of dirty magazines stashed in his trunk in the Gryffindor dormitory, and some of them had pictures of men with men as well as men with women. Seamus had always made fun of those, but Dean had only said equably that Seamus needn't look at anything he didn't like, and if he objected too strongly he needn't look at all.
For his part Harry had found the men-with-men pictures rather exciting, as much so as the ones with girls in them. He supposed that ought to have clued him in that maybe it wasn't only girls he fancied. Some of the pictures were awfully explicit; just thinking about them made Harry blush and squirm. Had Draco done any of those things? Did he want to do them with Harry? Did he, Harry, want to do them with Draco? He wasn't sure. Would Draco think less of Harry if he didn't want to? He bit his lip. Draco had already taken things a little farther and faster than Harry might have chosen... but he'd never been insistent, and Harry was pretty sure that if he'd said no and meant it, Draco would have backed down.
All this was not getting him any closer to sleep. Harry glared at the moonlight flooding in through the window, but it wasn't the light that was keeping him awake. He sighed, closing his eyes. Perhaps if he tried counting sheep... or just concentrated on breathing slowly and rhythmically, he might drift off.
He did eventually doze for a while, but he woke early and was kept awake by his thoughts, still turning over what he should do. When Draco woke up and asked how he had slept, Harry found himself blurting out what he was thinking. Not that he loved Draco – he still wasn't quite ready to say that openly – but his confusion over the whole situation. Draco seemed to understand how Harry felt; he offered to do whatever Harry wanted, even not fool around any more if that would help, even go away. Harry felt a spike of panic through him at the idea of not having Draco there, then wondered at himself. When had that happened?
They had to go out for breakfast, as there was nothing in the house, and Draco suggested that perhaps Harry could get Dobby to come cook and clean for them. The idea that Dobby would know about the two of them sleeping together bothered Harry, even though Draco insisted that house-elves simply didn't care about such things. But he agreed to the plan.
After discussing the Horcrux for awhile, Draco conceded that Ron's idea about using a potion to destroy it seemed workable, so they spent most of the rest of the day going through Potions books in the library for ideas. More of the recipes seemed possible than Harry would have liked, especially since many of them either took weeks to brew, required obscure or even illegal ingredients, or both. But there was nothing for it but to start trying... tomorrow, he decided. There was a room in the cellar that would do for experimental brewing, and he could go to Diagon Alley to begin collecting the needed ingredients for some of the easier potions. Too bad Draco couldn't go along; Harry would have liked to hang out there with him, eating ice creams and talking over the booms on display at Quality Quidditch Supplies, but it wouldn't be safe. Other Death Eaters were doubtless on the lookout for the escaped Draco Malfoy.
He sent Hedwig to offer Dobby the job, careful to note that Dobby would need to show the letter to Professor McGonagall in order to be able to reach number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Even if the house-elf decided to accept, however, he wouldn't arrive until tomorrow. So Harry cooked beans on toast for the two of them. Dull perhaps but easy, and though they were apparently unfamiliar to Draco he ate with evidence of enjoyment.
Once they had eaten they went back tot he library. Draco was scratching at the Dark Mark on his arm, which made Harry wonder if perhaps Hermione's attempts to alter it, small though they seemed, had been successful. Maybe Voldemort was summoning the Death Eaters right now and was unable to get through to Draco's no-longer-perfect Mark? He suggested that idea to Draco, who looked hopeful for an instant but said fatalistically that it was too soon to be certain and that Hermione would have to keep trying.
Harry touched the seared-looking lines of the Mark, the softness of Draco's skin tempting him to slide his hand further up. He bent his head to the hollow of Draco's throat and sucked at it. Draco tugged gently at his hair and asked, "Do you really want to do this? You seemed... ambivalent about it, before, and I don't want you to be bothered or upset, doing something you're not sure of."
"I need more information to sort this out, I think," said Harry, gazing at Draco's pale narrow face. "Maybe we should go back upstairs, rather than stay on this sofa, don't you agree?"
Warmth curled in his belly as Draco grinned at him. On the way up to their bedroom, though, Harry felt a little shy. He held Draco's hand enlaced in his own but didn't kiss him again until they were there and had started undressing.
"Let me." Harry stopped Draco as he was starting to take off his jeans. Draco looked at him oddly, then let his hands fall to his sides, allowing Harry to undo the button and pull down the zip. He slid one hand inside, under the elastic of Draco's underwear, touching sweat-damp hair and then Draco's cock, already hard. Draco gave a little gasp as Harry's palm closed around him, his eyes falling half-shut, and he groped for Harry's shoulder to pull him closer.
"Don't tease." Draco's voice was hoarse.
"I wouldn't," Harry responded, and kissed him insistently, pressing their bodies together with his fingers wrapped around Draco's cock. His own prick was equally firm as he pushed against Draco's thigh. "Oh..."
They fell onto the bed, still mostly clothed, mouths clinging together, hands moving, hips grinding frantically. Harry had had a vague plan to try sucking Draco off – he didn't have a lot of confidence in his ability, but he wanted to try to give the same pleasure to Draco as he himself had experienced last night – but desire was too urgent in both of them and Harry came, sticky inside his pants, after only a couple of minutes, and Draco followed almost immediately.
"Sorry," Harry muttered regretfully afterward, as they lay panting. "I meant to... you know. Keep it slow." He sneaked a look at Draco.
"It's all right." Draco shrugged and a rather wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Not like we can't try again, right?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled back and wiped his hand on his jeans. He wriggled closer to drape an arm over Draco, then pulled away and sat up to pull off his shirt. Draco watched him briefly before doing the same, standing to shuck off his jeans as well and muttering a quick cleaning charm. Oh. Harry finished undressing and did likewise, then got back on the bed.
Naked, they put their arms around each other. "So, just what information was it you wanted to acquire to sort things out?" Draco's breath tickled Harry's ear as he spoke.
Harry considered how to answer; he didn't want to lie. "I'm not sure," he said at last. "I mean obviously this is really good." His face was warm and he was sure that Draco could see him blushing, might even be laughing at him a little. "I just don't know if it's enough. Does that make any sense?"
"Some." Draco nipped at Harry's ear and he gave a little squeak of surprise. "So you've realized that shagging another boy is something you like... but you're still not sure if it's actually what you want." He sighed against Harry's neck. "You still fancy Ginny Weasley, don't you."
It wasn't spoken as a question, but to his own surprise Harry found himself saying, "Not really. I don't think so. If she were here right now and I had to choose between you to have sex... I'd choose you." He said the last words almost in a whisper, looking at Draco's collarbone as he spoke.
He heard Draco suck in his breath. "You would? Really?" Draco's voice cracked, and Harry glanced up to see an expression of amazed delight. "I didn't think... I hoped... oh, Merlin." Draco was trembling, his cock prodding against Harry, as he kissed Harry's face with frantic kisses.
Sliding his hands down to Draco's arse, Harry kissed back a little diffidently, almost embarrassed by Draco's response. He hadn't said what he had to be flattering, or anything of the sort, and while it was true that he felt he'd rather be with Draco than with Ginny just now, he wasn't sure if that was perhaps largely because Draco was here and Ginny was not. But Draco was here, and the way he was kissing and touching made Harry shiver and burn both at once, remembering how he had felt last night. He wanted that again, wanted also to make Draco cry out with the same pleasure he had had in being sucked off, and so he pressed Draco back against the sheets and slid down, stroking his fingers over Draco's chest and belly and hips.
He knelt between Draco's legs, bent over so that his mouth was near the hard scarlet length of Draco's cock. Hoping that he was doing it right, Harry put out his tongue and tentatively licked across the head. The skin there was soft and tender and tasted a little bitter from the few drops of fluid that had leaked from the slit. Above him Draco moaned, a sound that Harry could tell meant pleasure, for Draco's fingers were tangled in Harry's hair, urging him to stay where he was.
Opening his mouth wider, Harry let his lips slide around the head and as far down the shaft as he could. He was dismayed that he could only take in about half of Draco's length; trying for more, his teeth got in the way and he nearly gagged. Surely Draco had done better? Doubtless it took practice, or maybe there was some trick to it that Harry didn't know. It felt awkward, too, bent over at this angle. But Draco didn't seem to object to Harry's shortcomings, murmuring, "Yeah, Harry – oh fuck – yeah, that's good – Harry, yeah," in an ongoing litany as his hands clenched spasmodically. Harry sucked harder and used one hand to rub the base of Draco's cock to make up for not being able to take it all into his mouth, and that appeared to suit Draco just fine. He seemed to get even thicker and harder and groaned, "Coming now," tugging at Harry as if to try to get him to let go, but Harry stayed where he was and rubbed harder until Draco went still, all but his cock which pulsed under Harry's tongue as thick bitter spunk shot into his throat.
It didn't taste very good. Harry nearly spat, but that seemed somehow rude, so with an effort he swallowed instead. He'd tasted his own semen before, out of curiosity when he'd wanked in bed. It had been less bitter, he thought now, more familiar, but maybe that was just because it was his own, and maybe he tasted just as acrid to Draco.
Draco was pulling him up, opening his mouth for another kiss even as his hands reached for Harry's cock. "D'you want...?" Draco asked in a hoarse whisper when they broke off for a moment to breathe, and Harry replied, "Yeah," without quite being certain of what Draco was offering.
Perhaps Draco realized that, because he paused after rolling them over to clarify. "Shall I suck you off? Because if you want to fuck me instead, you can."
Hearing Draco put it so baldly made Harry squirm a bit despite his eagerness. He wasn't sure if he was ready to fuck Draco. He'd never done it with Ginny, even. The thought of having Draco's cock up his own arse was intimidating; what if it hurt? And the reverse worried him too. What if he hurt Draco by accident, not really knowing what he was supposed to be doing? So he muttered, "Suck me," and Draco nodded acceptance and began to slither down Harry's body, kissing and licking at every inch of skin between Harry's throat and his cock before finally there was wet warmth and suction around his prick and it felt so good that Harry thought he was going to die from pleasure right there.
He groaned loudly as Draco's tongue swiped along his length, followed by cool tickling air – Draco must be blowing over the wetness. His hips jerked involuntarily but he tried to hold back; he didn't want to make Draco choke. As Draco sucked harder on the head of his cock and played with his balls, he heard himself whimpering, calling Draco's name, pleading, finally crying out that he was coming just seconds before orgasm overwhelmed him. It was just as brilliant as last night, better by far than anything he'd experienced alone, better than when he and Ginny or he and Ron had messed around. Draco seemed so focused on him – he wasn't doing it because he wanted Harry to reciprocate, but because he wanted to make Harry feel this wonderful.
"So." Draco had crawled back up to press against Harry. "Do you have enough information now, or will you need more?" His voice sounded like he was suppressing a laugh, and Harry had to chuckle as well.
"Oh, I think the more evidence, the better," he said, sliding an arm around Draco and feeling their heartbeats gradually slowing. "If you don't mind?"
"Not at all. Um." Draco sounded a little nervous now. "Like I said, we can try other things sometime if you want... but only if you want," he added in a rush. "I don't want to push you, I'm happy just to have had this, it's more than I'd've ever expected."
"I'm... I'm not sure about what else there is. I mean, I know about some things, but I've never done any of them. You know." Harry was glad that they hadn't turned on the light in the room. Perhaps Draco couldn't see how red his face was.
"That's okay," Draco assured him. "There was a time when that was true for me, too. I won't compare you to anyone else."
Harry wasn't sure if he believed that entirely, but it was nice to hear nonetheless. He wriggled a little, enjoying the feel of Draco's skin, stickiness of drying sweat and all, and rested his head against Draco's shoulder.
He woke, cold, sometime in the middle of the night. Draco had rolled away and was curled up into a ball on the far side of the bed. Harry moved closer and pulled the duvet up to cover them both. As he drifted off again, it struck him that it really was pleasant to sleep with someone this way, and that he wouldn't mind doing it on a longer-term basis... like, say, for years. Maybe the rest of his life. Maybe with Draco, maybe not – he wasn't optimistic enough to think in that way, not yet – but being with someone sounded awfully nice.
"Master Harry!" The shrill voice of Dobby woke him again in mid-morning. "Dobby is so pleased to be asked to come and work for Harry Potter! What should Dobby do first?"
"Er..." Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes. Draco grumbled indistinctly as the movement let cool air under the duvet. "Could you make us some breakfast?"
Poking him, Draco said, "The portrait."
Harry couldn't remember which room the portrait of Mrs. Black was in, so he told Dobby, "And for right now, don't go into any rooms on the first floor, all right?"
Dobby nodded vigorously. "Dobby will have breakfast ready for Master Harry and Master Draco in half an hour."
"Please, Dobby, just say 'Harry' and 'Draco,'" Harry objected. Dobby looked shocked.
"Oh, no, Dobby could not do that. It would be improper." He popped out of sight, down to the kitchen, Harry assumed.
"See? I told you he wouldn't be bothered if he found us sharing a bed," said Draco in a tone that just missed being smug only because it was still sleepy. He gave Harry an inviting grin. "We've half an hour...?" His voice rose questioningly.
It was tempting to just lie down again and do whatever fooling around Draco had in mind, but Harry shook his head. "We ought to wash up and get dressed. I'd hate to have to say to Hermione tomorrow that we hadn't done anything much about destroying the Horcrux, so I'd better go down to Diagon Alley this morning and pick up the stuff to try out some of those potions we settled on yesterday."
Draco groused, but not very seriously, as he got up and went in to wash, "How long do you think it will take you there?"
"Probably a couple of hours." Harry pulled on his shirt and followed him into the bathroom. "Do you need me to stop at Gringotts for you? I don't know if I can get at your vault..."
"That's not necessary, you'd just need to change some of the Galleons I have to Muggle money." Then Draco's jaw dropped. "Oh, Merlin's balls," he swore. "I left my trunk at the Weasleys'."
"Don't worry about it. I know you have the money. I'll change some of mine and you can owe me till tomorrow – we'll get to the Burrow and pick up your trunk then," Harry told him.
Draco seemed a bit dubious, but he agreed. They clattered down the stairs together, lured by the smells of cooking.
Whatever his previous reservations about having Dobby there, Harry had to admit that it was awfully pleasant not to have to be the one to cook breakfast. He tucked in with great enthusiasm to bacon, eggs, and toast, thanking Dobby, who seemed surprised to have his labor acknowledged. Draco, too, raised his eyebrows, but shrugged and kept eating.
"What else does Master Harry want Dobby to do?"
"There's a lot of cleaning to be done," said Harry. "But don't worry about getting to the whole house straight away. Here and the library and our room, to begin with. Oh, and one of the cellar rooms first of all – Draco can show you which. There's also a room on the first floor that I want you not to go into, Draco'll show you that too. The thing is, Dobby," Harry leaned down until he was practically nose-to-nose with the house-elf, "I want you to treat Draco just as you would me. All right? If he asks you to do something, you needn't get my permission."
"Dobby will. Is Harry Potter's Wheezy going to stay here too?" he asked eagerly.
"Not at present. It will be just the two of us living here... and I'm not sure for how long. Um." Harry realized that he didn't know how wizarding households were normally run, in practical terms. Would Dobby do the shopping? Somehow he couldn't imagine it, but perhaps there was a wizarding equivalent to Tesco's. He was pretty sure that Draco's mother didn't cart around bags of groceries. "If you have to go out and buy supplies, and need money, let one of us know. And don't tell anyone, not anyone at all, that Draco is staying here, unless you've seen that person here with us yourself. It could be dangerous."
"Yes, Master Harry," said Dobby, and scuttled back into the kitchen.
"Thanks, Harry," Draco said, low.
"If you're living here, you ought to have an equal say with me." He met Draco's eyes and gave a little smile. "I trust you."
Draco gnawed at his lip and was suddenly very busy forking up the last bite of his egg. When he had finished chewing, he said, "What can I do while you're off in Diagon Alley? Should I see if I can get something useful out of old Mrs. Black?"
"That's a good plan. I should be back for lunch, though perhaps a late lunch – you can tell me if you've found out anything and then maybe we can start brewing a couple of those potions."
Little over an hour later, he had stopped at Gringotts and was strolling into Slug & Jiggers Apothecary with a long list of ingredients. Draco had written it up, bracketing what was needed for each of the different potions they planned to try to begin with, so that if one of the items was out of stock or excessively expensive, he wouldn't buy the rest for that potion unnecessarily.
The clerk raised his eyebrows when he looked over the parchment, but he said nothing beyond, "Some unusual potions you must be brewing." There were only a couple of things he was unable to supply, for which he apologized – they hadn't had a shipment of Chinese chomping cabbage in for some time, and the Re'em blood was a rare commodity, so that Harry would need to put his name on a waiting list for that. Since three of the potions used it, Harry decided he had better do so.
Altogether the purchases made a very sizeable bundle. Harry had to refuse the offer to have it delivered, however, since the various spells on the Black house made that impossible. Instead he levitated the parcel in front of himself as he walked slowly along Diagon Alley. He wanted to get Draco something, as a way to make up for the fact that the other boy couldn't come along. Sweets were a possibility, although they didn't seem special enough. Something from Quality Quidditch Supplies might do, except that they could hardly go flying under the circumstances. In the end, Harry chose a good set of gobstones. It might be a little childish but it was a game that Harry enjoyed despite his lack of skill. Draco could doubtless beat the robes off him and would be pleased to do so.
Laden down, Harry Apparated back to Grimmauld Place. Dobby had lunch prepared and Harry nudged Draco to catch his attention, saying, "You were right."
"About what?"
"To ask Dobby to work for me. Us." He took a forkful of cottage pie and ate with relish. Much better than Aunt Petunia's version, even when she wasn't trying to make it dietetic for Dudley.
Draco's cheeks turned pink. "Thanks." After eating a few bites, he added, "I never thought I'd hear you say I was right about anything."
Now it was Harry's turn to flush. "Was I really that much of a git at school?"
"Sometimes, yes. But I was too... and I had less excuse, really." Draco looked uncomfortable. "I mean, I wanted to be friends with you, even though we started off badly, so I should have behaved better. Whereas you had no reason to want to be friends with me. If I'd gotten over my annoyance with Ron Weasley, maybe we could have been, a long time ago."
"We are now, though," said Harry firmly, "strange though it might seem. That's what matters. Maybe we wasted a few years, but we needn't waste any more, right?" He reached across the corner of the table and took Draco's hand, cool and dry against his own.
"Right. Even if we don't stay ... together, you know," Harry could almost hear the unspoken words, as lovers, and felt an impulse to deny them but could not since Draco had not spoken them, "after you destroy the Horcruxes and kill You-Know-Who, I hope we can stay friends."
"We can. We will," said Harry in a sure voice. Friends, he was quite comfortable with. Even friends who shagged. He gave Draco's fingers a quick squeeze before letting go and picking up his fork again. Through a mouthful of potato he asked, "Did you learn anything this morning from Mrs. Black's portrait?"
"Not much. I don't think it's going to be all that helpful to keep her around although I'm not sure what choice you have. Your Order of the Phoenix cleared away a lot of the family's magical possessions, especially the Dark Magic things, and what's left isn't going to be worth much – finding the one Horcrux was a real stroke of luck. She complained loudly the whole time about traitorous Mudblood thieves, but had nothing useful to say about any of her, her husband's, or her son's old acquaintances who might've been working for You-Know-Who." Draco looked thoughtful. "I don't believe she actually supported his agenda. I think she and old Mr. Black were tangential allies at best, even if Regulus worked for the Dark Lord. All her concern seemed to be with pureness of bloodlines and not wanting restrictions on what sorts of magic a witch or wizard could use. Rather like my father, really."
"Except that your father really did – does – support Voldemort. And your aunt, too," Harry pointed out a little sharply. Sitting here in Sirius's house, it was impossible to forget that it was Bellatrix Black Lestrange who had killed Sirius... and that Lucius Malfoy had done plenty of damage on the same night.
"I know that," said Draco angrily. "Don't blame me for what they've done. That's not fair."
"No, it's not. Sorry," Harry mumbled, unable to meet Draco's eyes. He'd spoken on impulse, and it was like holding Ron responsible for Percy being a prat – Ron would quite rightly object. He took a couple of deep breaths. "Sorry," he repeated, and now he could look at Draco again.
"Okay." Draco seemed just as worried as Harry was that they were arguing. "Let's not talk about that for now."
Harry nodded, and Draco went on, "We wanted to try brewing a couple of those potions today, right? I think Dobby has that room in the cellar mostly cleared up, so we could start."
"The Dissolving Draught looked straightforward and doesn't take long," said Harry, relieved to have apparently averted a quarrel. "It isn't terribly likely to work, but worth a try, and we have all the ingredients for that one."
It felt odd to simply walk away from the table and leave the dirty dishes behind. Harry wasn't quite sure why; he had done so often enough at Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because he expected to at least carry away his plate in a house, and especially in this house where he had often done so before. He overcame the impulse, however, knowing that Dobby would be insulted, and went with Draco down to the cellar where Draco promptly took charge of the potion-mixing.
"Three grams of powdered asphodel," Draco murmured as they set to work. "Slice the valerian root thinner, okay? The directions say finely chopped."
Harry grimaced slightly – Draco's style of command reminded him a little too much of Snape for comfort – but obeyed. "Then what?" he asked, sweeping the minced valerian into the cauldron.
"Stir clockwise for five minutes as I add the white cockerel blood," Draco instructed. He glanced down at the book again. "Then it sits undisturbed for two hours before the next step. We could get a start on the Reducing Embrocation in the meantime... it would probably be good to work on as many of these as we can simultaneously, since we have no idea which if any might actually destroy the Horcrux. If we do only one at a time it'll take much longer to test them all."
"Sure." Harry stirred as directed, and when the five minutes were up, he Accio'd another cauldron to the table. "Talk me through it."
By the end of the afternoon, they had no fewer than four additional potions in various stages of preparation and the Dissolving Draught was completed. Harry was oddly nervous about testing it. What if it didn't work? What if it did? Draco seemed to understand how he felt.
"We can only try," he said, putting his hand over Harry's. "If it doesn't work, we try again."
"I know." Harry held his breath and with his free hand, held onto the chain and lowered the locket into the cauldron of thick greenish potion. After a few minutes, he pulled it out again, and felt Draco squeeze his hand in sympathy as it appeared unchanged.
"One of them will work, I'm sure of it," said Draco. "We couldn't count on success the very first time."
"No, I suppose not." He hadn't really expected anything else, but was disappointed nonetheless. "I'll add the wormwood to the third cauldron, and then I'm ready for dinner. Tomorrow we go to the Burrow – maybe Hermione will have some more suggestions."
Draco tilted his head a little to one side as Harry finished giving eight stirs counterclockwise. "Should I go to the Weasleys', or should I stay here?"
"Go, of course." Harry was bewildered. "It's not like going to Diagon Alley – there'll be no one there who'd give you away to Voldemort. Plus we can try the Permutatio spell again on the Dark Mark. Each little change will make you safer," he reminded Draco, who had pulled a face.
"I know." Draco sighed and reached out to stop Harry from leaving the room. "I appreciate that you're worried about me, really I do," he said, holding Harry tight. "Even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it."
"That's all right," said Harry, a little abashed, but he returned Draco's hug. "You'd do the same for me."
"Yes, I would." Draco's voice was quiet but fervent. He let Harry go and they went upstairs for dinner.