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| Entry tags: | contributor: digthewriter, dec22, fandom: harry potter, year: 2015 |
The Dating Game, Part Twenty Two
Title: The Dating Game, Part Twenty Two
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 870
Warnings: AU/EWE
A/N: Unbetaed. [READ PART TWENTY ONE]
Yep, Harry was a complete idiot. He'd read into the situation too much and acted like a fool.
"I only meant going to my flat so you can sober up, then go home, and I can crash there. I have my mother's presents at my flat. She has a habit of opening them early so I hide them from her," Draco said.
"I'm sorry. I just..." Harry shivered as the warming spell was starting to thin out. "I'd like to. Very much."
Draco raised an eyebrow and before Harry could apologise again, Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "But you have to behave yourself," he said in a teasing tone.
"Will you?" Harry asked, pulling Draco closer. He brushed his lips against Draco and smiled. "You put up with a lot of my quirks," he said.
Draco shrugged and then mumbled a spell and Harry was warm again. "I do. You're lucky I like you." He kissed Harry slowly and softly. "Still want to go that café? I hear they have drinks named after each of the reindeers."
Harry shook his head. "I never want to ever see a café in my life again," he said and they both laughed. They walked holding each other down a long alleyway that Harry had never been through before. "How long have you had this flat?"
"A few years. I had figured it was easy for me to look for jobs around here if I stayed in Diagon Alley. I worked at the Mystic Potions for a while before I bought the flat upstairs. And then eventually moved to the Ministry as a Potions Expert."
They reached outside a closed potions shop and Draco took out his wand. He murmured a spell and the door opened for them. He whispered a spell in Harry's ear and his entire body tingled over.
"You have to say the spell as you enter the flat, the wards will recognise you as someone safe and allowed to be here."
"Get robbed a lot?" Harry asked, his Auror side shining through.
"Not since I increased my wards," Draco said.
Harry did as he was told and they walked up a narrow set of stairs until Draco mumbled another spell to open the door to his flat. As dodgy as the outside view of the shop and the flat was, the inside was the complete opposite. It shrieked of money, sophistication, and everything posh. It was so Malfoy, it was unbelievable.
The main room was set up like a bedroom almost, but Harry had a feeling that wasn't where Draco slept. A huge fireplace, large windows with heavy curtains and dark brown furniture. There was a sofa-like bed in the corner but it was far too pristine to be slept on. On the largest wall of the room was also a portrait. The man in the picture looked like a cross between Sirius and Professor Snape, no doubt a pure blood relative, but Harry didn't ask.
"Mother sleeps here when she spends the day in the city," Draco said as they progressed through the room and into the kitchen. Through the kitchen they arrived at what looked like the entertainment room, yet, it had a small closet where Harry saw Draco's robes hung. "This is my room."
"Where's your bed?" Harry asked and Draco arched an eyebrow again. "I only ask out of curiosity. Behaving, I promise you." He raised his hands in surrender and Draco laughed again. Harry really liked the way Draco laughed. It was so different from the Draco he used to know. He couldn't help himself but closed the distance between them and pulled Draco in his arms. "You should always laugh like that."
"Really?" Draco said, and eventually freed himself from Harry's grasp. He placed his wand on a small leather chair in the corner and quickly it transformed into a full-sized bed. "Why should I always laugh like that?" He turned to look at Harry, and it seemed as though he had trouble staying away too. He was back in Harry's arm, as if Harry'd summoned him.
"I love that laugh," said Harry. "I could hear you laugh like that every day."
"Every day?" Draco asked, amused.
"For the rest of my days," Harry blurted out. Blimey, maybe he was drunk than he'd realised. Here he was drunk and flirting with Draco again.
"Don't say things like that." Draco sounded serious but he didn't pull away from Harry. His nose nuzzled against Harry's ear as he kissed Harry below his earlobe, then his jaw, and then his neck again.
"Why?" Harry whispered, pure lust in his voice at the things Draco's tongue was doing on his neck.
"It makes me want to believe you."
"You should believe me," Harry said.
Draco straightened up and Harry tightened his grip on him. He wasn't going to let Draco go. "Right? Like the time you were drunk and flirted with me and I had to wait two years to know that it was real."
"I'll never live that down, will I?"
"No. I don't think so." Draco said.
"Fine. I'll spend as long as you like paying for it," Harry said and kissed Draco again.
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