The Dating Game, Part Twenty One Title: The Dating Game, Part Twenty One FANDOM: HARRY POTTER Author: digthewriter Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 525 Warnings: AU/EWE. Tipsy boys are stupid boys. A/N: Unbetaed. [Read part twenty]
They stayed at the pub until it was last call and the bartender stopped by their table and asked if they wanted anything else. Every time Harry had gone up to the bar the first few times, he'd left a hefty tip for the man so the man eventually started bringing them the drinks and chips without Harry having to ask for it.
Now, Harry was slightly tipsy and by the look on Draco's face, Draco looked content as well. "Thank you for everything," Harry said to the man and patted his shoulder. "We'll get out of your hair. Happy Christmas." He handed the bartender a few more Galleons and then offered to fetch Draco's coat.
They were almost the last ones at the pub. The man in the corner was wearing a Santa hat and was passed out. The bartender didn't seem to care about him so Harry figured he was either related or a regular. Chandler was also long gone and Harry was glad for it. He didn't want to have to see him and be reminded of how he'd almost messed it all up.
As they walked out, the small sleigh bells hanging by the door jingled and Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder. They stumbled out of the pub and into the street overflown with snow.
"There must have been a blizzard while we were inside," Draco said. "How long were we there for, anyway?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know. At least a few hours, I reckon." He brought out his wand and placed a warming spell around them.
Draco looked at him and smiled. He leaned into Harry as they lightly kissed again.
"There's an all-night café just around the corner. We could get some coffee and get sobered up. Maybe they have a Floo we can use or at least we can wait there while we get sober enough to Apparate."
"My flat isn't far," Draco said.
"Flat? I thought you lived at the manor with your mother," Harry asked, surprised.
"I do. Most nights. Sometimes I like to be alone so I have a flat above the Mystic Potions Shop in Diagon Alley. That's where I go to be...alone."
Ah. Meaning, that's where Draco went with his dates because taking someone home to the manor would be weird. So much for Narcissa thinking that Draco didn't date or Hermione's ideas of Pureblood courtships.
"What is it?" Draco asked, clearly reading something from Harry's face.
"Nothing. Is that where you want to go?" Harry asked. "I'm okay with going to the café. I don't want to..." To what, Harry? "Pressure you."
Draco smiled and then quickly straightened up. He turned to face Harry and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. Their faces were mere centimetres apart and Harry could feel Draco's breath on him. "Okay...several things. First, I think you might have misunderstood. I don't take anyone to my flat. I go there to be alone. Second, you're not pressuring me into anything. I asked you. Third, some coffee does sound good--"
"Oh," Harry said, feeling stupid.
"Oh?" Draco asked with an eyebrow arched.NEXT PART