That photo is adorable!

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Harry woke up with a groan. He felt undeniably terrible. He was even finding it hard to lift up his wand and cast a quiet "Tempus," which told him it was around 5:35 in the morning. Ugggggghhhhh! It's too early! he thought with a frown. Even though it was his and Draco's date in Hogsmeade, he didn't feel like getting up at all or even having to interact with anyone.

Harry groaned again and stared up at the ceiling of his 4-poster. He really hated days like this but knew how to get his mind off it. He put on his glasses and opened the curtains surrounding him which was actually pretty tiring to do, made sure nobody was awake, sluggishly got off his bed and silently made his way down to the boy's bathroom.

It didn't take him long to get to the bathroom, even if he was in this state and when he entered, he grabbed the tin from inside the cupboard and sluggishly unwarded it and took off the lid. Just like always, he took out the razor and held it to his skin. He sliced open his pale skin on his inner forearm, even if he felt as if he were too tired to do it. He welcomed the feeling of the numb haze as it hit him hard.

The process was repeated four more times. He just loves the stinging sensation from his cold metal friend. He just stood there over the sink and watched, mesmerized, by the red of his cuts and how the blood began to roll down his arms into the sink. He noticed how he felt lighter once his mind was back to reality.

Feeling pleased, he put away his blade and spelled the tin shut. He went back to the dormitory after he had cleaned his arm up and contemplated whether or not he should just read until about 7:00 so he could wake Ron up.

He decided to dress first; he looked through his trunk and decided to wear a yellow jumper with blue jeans. It's what Draco got him for Christmas. Once he put them on, he grabbed a bag of galleons from his trunk and stuffed them in the pocket of his yellow hoodie. Harry saw the small flowerpot on the windowsill of the dormitory window, cast a quiet "Aguamenti" and watered the flower. As he finished, he looked at his sleeping dorm mates, wondering if they all had dates today. He then looked over at his snoring mate's bed, deciding whether or not to wake him up.

He walked over to Ron's bed and drew the curtains open, letting in the rays of sunshine coming in through the windows. Ron still didn't stir or wake up. "Ron, wake up!" He whispered to Ron, shaking the sleeping boy roughly and winced as he felt the sting of the cuts on his arms from the simple gesture.

Ron finally stirred, looked up at Harry with his tired half-lidded eyes and mumbled, "what-time-is-it?"

"It's 6 am, Ron," Harry tells his half-asleep mate. He sat in the gap beside Ron and sighed at him, wondering how he could get Ron up. "Don't you want to look good for your first date with Blaise Zabini? You know... the guy you like?"

"Harry, it is too early for this," Ron mumbled sleepily, turning over on his side and stuffing his head into his pillow for some peace and quiet. "Wake me up in thirty minutes, please."

"Alright, fine," Harry muttered with a frown, getting up off Ron's bed and opening all the other drapes from Ron's bed to let the sun in.

"Whatever," Ron mumbled to his pillow as he was falling back asleep.

Harry sighed and continued to get himself ready. He brushed his hair – well, he tried to tame it. He exited the dormitory and Gryffindor Tower and headed to Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor for some peace and quiet as he knew the boy's bathrooms won't be quiet no more in half an hour.

Once he entered and walked to the sinks, he checked himself out in the mirror, running a hand through his messy hair, looking for anything he could do to make himself appear more handsome for Draco. Something caught Harry's eye as he looked under the sink and found what looked like a large black box looking thing with more boxes and compartments inside. Harry opened it up, revealing it as a girl's makeup kit with foundations, mascaras, eye shadows, lip balms and lip glosses.

It couldn't hurt, right? Harry thought and he grabbed what looked like a stick with bristles on the end. Harry remembered seeing Aunt Petunia use it on her eyelashes, he knew now that it was mascara.

He twisted the mascara lid open and touched the bristles, the black liquid smudged onto his finger. He rubbed his finger and thumb together, getting rid of the mascara's liquid. Curiously, Harry held the mascara stick to his right eyelash, slowly applying it to his lashes. He did the same to his left eyelash.

Harry forced a smile at his reflection; the mascara really did make his green eyes stand out. Then he looked through the makeup kit again, opening a compartment up and finding red, blue, green, yellow, and black coloured lipstick. He searched more deeply until he found some lip balm flavouring of blueberry, strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla. Harry applied the strawberry flavoured lip gloss but wiped it off when he accioIed a toilet paper roll to him as it felt very weird and uncomfortable on his lips.

"Yeah, lip gloss isn't very good with me either," said a female voice from behind Harry.

Harry spun around on the spot, looking at a very pale Ivy. It's like she just appeared there from thin air out of the shadows and came back from the dead. Maybe it's just the darkened room that is making her seem pale. She wore black gothic platform boots, black jeans, black long-sleeved shirt with the muggle band Evanescence printed in white on it and finally, little skeleton hands for hair clips. Harry was frozen on the spot, flushing as he had been caught applying girl's makeup on. He was just curious about it and wanted to try it.

Ivy giggled at the Gryffindor. This was amusing to her, seeing a guy applying makeup onto their faces. She's seen males on muggle advertisements with makeup on, mainly the gay ones. "Harry, it's okay that you're using my makeup," she assures him lightly. "I don't mind, and it's okay for a male to use makeup too."

Harry sighed a little in relief. He also wondered if he looked alright and if he applied the right amount or too little. He had to ask; he didn't want to look like a mess in front of Draco, "Do I-, um... do I look alright?"

Ivy nodded with a small chuckle at her friend. But she smelt blood and knew her eyes will be blood red under her contacts. What she really dislikes about being able to smell and hear extremely well is hearing the blood pump through people's bodies. Mainly their pulse points. She usually ignores it but if she concentrates on the sounds around her, she'll hear everything. "Yeah, that hoodie sure looks comfy," she said to distract her undead senses from the sound of Harry's blood pumping through his veins. "Though, you could use some more mascara if you want your eyes to stand out even more."

"Thanks," Harry said with a shy forced smile and wondered what Draco was up to right now. Would he still be sleeping or getting ready? Wondering what Draco would look like wearing makeup, he curiously asked, "Oh, um... can you do it, please?"

Ivy walked over to the sinks where Harry stood. She was very trained in applying makeup, especially to Pansy as she absolutely loves dolling her up. "Sure, I just need-" Harry gave Ivy the mascara, still feeling a little awkward with the whole makeup-applying thing.

"Thanks," Ivy said, grabbing the mascara from Harry. She unscrewed the lid, dipped the bristles in and out repeatedly and studied Harry's eyelashes. She needed to make sure she'd get it just right without any smudges. Relaxing the side of her hand on Harry's upper right cheek, she applied the black mascara carefully over Harry's eyelash.

Harry watched as Ivy applied more mascara onto his lashes. He was curious to what he'd look like with darker lashes. He could literally feel the brush's bristles massaging his eyelashes but felt a little anxious about the probability of the bristles poking him in the eye. It wouldn't hurt him, right?

As Ivy knew she was done, she popped the lid back on the mascara and smiled gratefully at her work. "All done!" she said and put the mascara back in her makeup kit. "Now, is there anything else you would like to try?" She was looking through her makeup kit but quirked an eyebrow at Harry.

"What about eyeliner?" Harry heard himself ask. Ivy grinned, grabbed what Harry noticed was a long tube and when she popped the lid off, he saw the black pencil.

"Look up, Harry," Ivy tells him. "It'll be easier for me; I don't need you blinking every second and messing up what I'm trying to do. Now, hold still." Harry did as she asked, trying not to blink when he felt the end of the eyeliner pencil rub at his lower eyelids. It felt so odd, and his instinct was to lean away but he kept still.

Harry stares at himself in the mirror when Ivy was done with the eyeliner. He blinked his eyes, suddenly thinking of bands from the 80s and 90s and the men in those bands who would wear eye makeup. He smiled at his reflection, enjoying the fact that he looked like he could be in a rock band, if only he had a leather jacket.

He could see how dark and longer his eyelashes had become from the mascara and how his eyes pretty much stand out. "Thank you," he said, now looking into the mirror at his reflection and wondering how Draco would react when he sees him.

Ivy put the makeup kit down on the sink and put her hands on her hips, becoming a little curious about why Harry wants to put on makeup. "So, does this have anything to do with trying to impress a certain blonde?" she asked, and a smirk appeared on her lips, but then she crossed her arms, knowing it is true.

Harry blushed; he really did want to impress Draco just the slightest bit even if it were girl makeup he was wearing. "Uh... Yeah." Makeup he was okay-ish with wearing, but only a little bit. Just a little bit though. Nothing more than mascara just to make his eyes stand out a little more. He won't wear anything that girls would wear. Never going to happen. Although... Draco in a mini skirt. God, he can see that, and he'd like to see that happen. He wondered if Draco would wear makeup to impress him, but blimey! He impresses Harry every day.

Ivy smiled at the young Gryffindor boy with mascara on his eyelashes. "If you ever want makeup tips, you can just ask," she said and gave him a light tap on his shoulder. But then she looked down into her makeup kit and searched around for the things she'd need to keep herself looking more human. Every morning, she gets up around five just to apply her foundation and she does the same every night, taking it off after nine but only when her roommates aren't in the dorm yet.

Harry suddenly smiled gratefully at his gothic friend. But what he would really need right now, was something that would cover his scar. What will happen if he comes across someone, he knows in muggle London? He didn't know, and he hoped he wouldn't find out. "Sure, and do you have any makeup that could make my scar disappear?" he asked her curiously, watching her pull out two tubes of skin-coloured cream, black eyeliner and mascara, and even a few dark shades of eyeshadow.

Ivy nodded and made sure she had the makeup she would use on herself. She loves dolling people up, but Harry was the first guy she's ever operated makeup on, so it was something new to her. "Yes, actually, and I have the perfect solution," she said and dug through her makeup bag, pulling out a mauve, light porcelain, Ivory, beige, bronze and olive foundation cream. "Ah, this one will do." She grabbed the light porclean foundation bottle and started dabbing it on with a small sponge all over Harry's face. It took a few minutes to do, but it was done soon enough. "There you go. Not a single scar, pimple or scratch in sight."

Harry looked in the mirror, lifts his fringe up to where the lightning bolt scar would be but saw absolutely nothing besides skin. He was shocked and surprised at the same time. He never thought that a simple scar could disappear under skin coloured cream, but he was wrong. He also realized how gay he looked with not only eye makeup but foundation too. "It's' gone... completely and utterly gone!"

"Yup!" Ivy said proudly with a smile as she put the light porcelain foundation back down on the sink. She actually might use it today as it is a nice colour. Besides the beautiful colour of blood, of course. She wondered if Blaise and Draco would let her apply makeup on them.

Harry just couldn't thank Ivy enough. It felt like he owed a life debt to her. Maybe not a life debt, but at least he would give her something to express his thanks. "Thank you, Ivy. This is brilliant!"

"Oh, it was nothing," Ivy said, a pleasing look on her face as she waved a hand at him in gratitude. She looked herself in the mirror and sighed, noticing how very deathly pale she was. It seems it is time to doll herself up and she needs to be alone as she does it. "So, are you done in here?" she asked him at once, hoping she was not sounding rude.

"Oh, yeah sorry," Harry said as he moved out of the goth's way and walked back to where he had entered before. "See you soon!" he said loudly, his voice booming around the room as he exited the bathroom and headed back up to Gryffindor Tower quickly.

Harry cast a quick "Tempus," telling him that it's around 7:30 am. Dang it! He was supposed to wake Ron up ten minutes ago! Oh well, he will still wake him up. Coming up with an evil plan on how to wake Ron up, he entered the boy's dormitories with an evil smile and walked up to Ron's bed, yanking the curtains open and jumping onto the bed. "Boo! - err..." he said, not seeing any sleeping Ron in bed.

"Boo!" said someone from behind Harry who poked him on the shoulder. It made Harry jump up and nearly hit his head on the roof of his mate's 4-poster bed. Harry turned around, startled but he sighed and calmed his racing heart down once he knew it was Ron who scared him.

Ron looked pleased with himself for the trick. He knew Harry would have wanted to wake him up and what better way to do that was to jump on their bed when they were sleeping. But he studied Harry curiously, knowing something had changed in his best mate. He noticed how Harry's eyelashes were somehow darker than they normally are, and his skin looked a little smoother than what he remembers it. He shrugged internally and teased his mate, "Ha-ha! Never try to prank me, Harry Potter. Besides, you're terrible at it."

"What-is-with-all-of-this-racket?" Dean mumbled, sitting up in bed and wiping the sleep from his eyes. He was tired, and even if this was a Hogsmeade weekend, he wanted to sleep in. Besides, he knows he and Seamus will go to Hogsmeade in their own time.

"Yeah, go away noisy people," Neville muttered as he rolled over onto his side to try to fall back to sleep, and he tucked his head under the blankets, so no light was shining on his face.

Harry sighed at his sleepy roommates and wondered what they'd do today if they hadn't got a date to go on. "Just go back to sleep, Dean and Neville," he says to his dorm mates and looked over at Seamus who is still sleeping silently. The Irish boy must be a heavy sleeper then if he can sleep through the apparent 'racket' he and Ron had made.

Ron decided to ask what the changes on Harry's appearance were. "Oh, and by the way, why are you wearing mascara on your eyelashes?" he asked his mate, raising a ginger eyebrow at him. "I've seen mum wearing it at times."

"I, umm..." Harry stuttered, remembering the exact conversation he had with Ivy minutes ago. He could tell Ron but didn't really want to. What he wanted to do right now is go out of the common room and meet up with Draco.

Ron gave Harry a knowing smile and elbowed him playfully on the arm, not noticing the wince of pain on Harry's face as he was too amused in teasing his best mate. "Is this to impress a certain someone?" he asked tauntingly, directly gazing at him with a grin.

Harry rolled his eyes and smiled shyly. "Let's just head down for breakfast," he said, feeling a little impatient and he really wanted to see Draco now and see what he was wearing, how he styled his hair though he knew it would be like always. "I'm sure Draco and the others are waiting for us."

Ron smiled with excitement; he too couldn't wait to spend time with is date.

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Draco watched as Harry and Weasel both exit the common room of Gryffindor Tower. He looked at Harry's choice of clothing, it looks quite comfortable even though his own black button-down shirt and black jeans are ample, but nothing can be more comfortable than a hoodie. And besides, Harry looked absolutely adorable and comfortable in a hoodie. He was feeling himself drool, and Malfoy's do not drool!

He watched as Harry came closer and closer towards him and he noticed Harry's beautiful emerald green eyes are standing out by his beautiful and long blackened eyelashes. Wait, is that... makeup? Is Harry wearing makeup? Oh, he totally is! He realized he was staring lovingly at Harry like some lovesick puppy with his head tilted to the side, his eyes glancing from Harry's eyes to Harry's mouth, and his hand came up to give Harry's cheek the lightest and feathery of touches.

"Hello, my Draco," Harry said, smiling warmly at Draco as he can practically see how amazed Draco looks when looking at him. God, those silver eyes... He could just kiss them, and so he did but on the lids of Draco's eyes.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said with his eyes closed, a little breath-taken by the appearance of his boyfriend he had seen before that perfect mouth of Harry's had found its way to his eyelids, causing his stomach to flutter with butterflies from the affectionate kiss. Not a little breath-taken, but a whole lot! He couldn't help the blush from appearing on his face from Harry's affectionate kiss to his eyelids. "You look absolutely beautiful!" He opened his eyes yet again and felt mesmerized by his boyfriend. Harry's eyes were piercing, completely hypnotic. Draco couldn't look away. In fact, he could barely breathe. There was a vague feeling of panic bubbling deep down inside him.

Harry blushed at the compliment and smiled, a true smile. The only true smile he'd give Draco. "Thank you, you look absolutely handsome today," he said, raising his hand to brush away strands of Draco's blonde hair, which to him, is quite amusing to do. He leaned forward and rubbed the tips of their noses together.

Draco felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he placed his arms around his Harry but noticed something different about Harry's appearance. Where's his scar and why does his face seem shinier? "Harry, where is your scar?" he heard himself ask.

"Just a little bit of magic by makeup," Harry said with a simple shrug and placed his arms on Draco's shoulders, wanting to be closer. "Now shut up and kiss me." Draco couldn't have asked him for more than a kiss, so he gave one to him. But Harry let out a long, nearly silent breath and every hair on Draco's body stood on end. Their faces came closer together by tiny fractions, until Draco could feel Harry's breath on his own lips.

He could hear Harry's breathing, rapid and shallow, like he was out of breath. When Draco finally tore his eyes away from Harry's approaching lips and flicked up to catch his gaze instead, he felt like his chest would burst wide open with the pressure. He watched Harry's eyes drop closed seductively and then their lips met, and he heard himself moan in the back of his throat as Harry pressed in and parted his lips.

Harry's hands were digging into the small of his back, drawing their bodies into full contact, and Draco shuffled forward minutely until there was nowhere else to go. Harry was hot; his whole body was on fire and Draco could feel his own temperature rise as Harry whimpered in relief and slid his tongue out to meet Draco's own.

When their tongues met, their restraint vanished. Harry's hands skimmed up Draco's back until they plunged roughly into his hair, wrestling his head to the side and closer in, forcing himself into Draco's mouth so that their tongues stroked and coiled wetly around one another with exhilarated abandon. But as soon as giggling was heard faintly behind them, as they were too busy kissing and tasting each other to hear them fully, they leaned away and pressed their foreheads against each other and looked into the others eyes to calm their racing hearts.

"We should head down to breakfast, Harry," Draco says and leans away from Harry with a smile on his face. He looks down at Harry's lips where his mouth was only seconds ago, attached to those perfect pink fleshy lips. And those green eyes he glances up to whose gaze catches his own. Merlin... Such beautiful pools of emerald green. He knew he was staring, but he didn't care at all.

Harry nodded at the suggestion as he was a little hungry and he knew he needed food to help him through the day until lunch time. As he caught Draco staring, he smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Then let us be on our way."

In minutes they entered the Great Hall and found where Pansy, Ivy, Hermione, and Blaise sat. Harry couldn't help but sniff the warm air of the Great Hall, smelling pancakes, warm porridge and pastries.

"Hello Harry, Draco," Hermione said with a welcoming smile. She raised an eyebrow at Harry and what looks like makeup he's wearing but shrugged it off as she thought it'd be something Harry possibly wanted to try.

"Hello, 'Mione," Harry replied to his bushy-haired friend as he sat down with Draco beside Ron who sat next to Blaise. Pansy, Hermione, and Ivy were on the other side of them. Pancakes were being shared with Hermione and Pansy, Ivy just ate some croissants, and then Blaise and Ron ate their own porridge.

Pansy began to make a conversation since she wanted to get down to Hogsmeade as soon as she can and have her first date with Hermione. "So, we've heard you're going on a double date," she said, looking at Harry, Draco and Ivy curiously.

Ivy raised her head from her sad thoughts and her lonely croissant, now looking at Pansy. She's been wondering where Lavender is. "Oh, yeah..." she said, trailing off as thoughts flashed across her mind. "We know Harry and Draco would need to be around others or it'll raise suspicion. Assuming students haven't told their parents and then word spread from there. Some people won't be too happy if they find out he's dating The Wizarding World's Golden Boy."

Draco nodded at his cousin, feeling guilty to have to have her around when she just wants to spend the day with her date. "Harry and I will only need to make it to a certain point in Hogsmeade so we won't get many stares and fewer people will know about it," he told them while squeezing Harry's hand in his, missing how warm and soft it feels in his own hand even if it's only been a couple of minutes. "However, we do know that our secret will come out, eventually. It's just a matter of time."

"Yeah, and Ivy, we really appreciate what you and Lavender are doing for us," Harry said with a nod of gratitude. He was really grateful for Ivy and Lavender's little sacrifice. "We'll pay you back, anything you ask."

Ivy shook her head and waved her hand in dismissal, not wanting him to give her anything. "We don't want anything back from you and Draco, Harry. But thank you for the offer," she said, showing her gratefulness with a smile. "Oh, and by the way, do any of you know where abouts Lavender is?"

"With her piglet up in Gryffindor Tower, probably," Harry said with a shrug. He remembered the pig Lavender apparently kept with her from that rather weird Transfiguration lesson months ago. How was the thing still alive though?

"A Piglet?" Ivy said and looked at Harry with confusion spread all over her face. Lavender has a pig? Why didn't she tell her? And were pigs allowed to be kept as pets in Hogwarts?

"That is a very long story which would probably take hours to fully tell," Hermione said and stabbed Pansy's pancake with her fork so the Slytherin girl wouldn't be able to cut into the pancake she wanted. Pansy looked at her and raised an eyebrow, in a kind of challenging way as to say 'are you willing to try me'. Oh, but it is her pancake now.

"What time is it now?" Pansy then asks after she stole Hermione's pancake with a grin without the Gryffindor looking and started eating it. She had nearly a mouthful of pancake when she noticed Hermione narrowing her eyes at her. She knew she was busted.

With a quick "Tempus" and wave of her wand, Ivy told the others it was around 7:40 am. She couldn't wait to get out of the castle with Lavender because she wants to show that girl the world. "Should we start heading off now?"

Pansy nodded with excitement shown in her features. "Yeah, and it gives us half a day to spend with our dates," she says and elbows Hermione gently in the side with a smile. Hermione smiles back at her, and Pansy feels this sudden warmth deep down inside her that's spreading quickly all through her body.

"Alright, we will see you guys later," Blaise said as he swiftly moved off his seat, grabbed a hold of Ron's hand and pulled him out of the Great Hall without a wave goodbye. But then Pansy grinned and did the same, grabbing Hermione by the hand and walked out of the Great Hall together.

"So," Draco said and gave Harry a little bite on his shoulder. Harry chuckled and rolled his shoulders as if to remove Draco from his shoulders, and it did make Draco lean away. But all Draco did was smile and place his chin on Harry's shoulder, staring at Harry's ear and tracing it with his eyes. "Shall we also start heading off then?"

Ivy nodded at her cousin's suggestion, got up from her seat and placed her hands on the table. "I'm going to find Lavender first," she told the two boys, looking at them openly. "You can come if you want." Then she started walking over to the exit of the Great Hall. Harry and Draco also got up and followed her out of the Great Hall.

It took a few minutes to get up to the portrait of the fat lady, with all the moving staircases turning right and left, but the 3 managed to get to their destination.

"Baubles," Harry said the password to the fat lady. The portrait swung open, revealing a stone arch passageway leading into the common room.

Draco felt excited to be able to see the Gryffindor common room again. He missed how comfortable it felt with the flaming fireplace and the high towers. But that's something he will never admit to anyone. Not even Harry.

They walked into the Gryffindor common room. He admired the scarlet comfy furniture, the warm crackling fireplace and the tall windows looking out into the landscape. He watched as Harry walked towards a group of reading Gryffindors, who turned to look at the two Slytherins with disgust.

Harry walked over to the only person he kind of knew that wouldn't mind giving him an answer. Nikola, one of the muggle-born girls older than everyone in his year. "Hey, Nikola?" Nikola looked up at him from the book she was reading. "Have you seen Lavender Brown anywhere?"

Nikola shook her head. She then sees Ivy, a girl in some of her classes and raised an eyebrow. "No, sorry, I haven't," she said and suddenly furrowed her eyebrows as she knows something they don't. Yet again she looks over at Ivy. She feels like her mind is being read. "But I have heard that her piglet jumped out the window of the dorm room this morning and turned into a cage." She shut her mouth tightly, placing a hand over her mouth at what she said. She didn't want to say it. But it just came out of her like it was forced.

Ivy walked up to Harry and looked at Nikola with a fake smile. She's never used that power on anyone before. "Nikola, do you know if they're still up in the dormitory?" she asked her at once. She will use her powers again if she must.

Nikola looked back at the gothic Slytherin, knowing she doesn't get along well with Ivy, but the girl looked quite serious about this. "No, but I would check if I were you... Umm... I'll just let you in," she said, put her book down and started walking up the stairs to the dorms and opened the door up. Harry, Ivy and Draco followed Nikola up to the girls' dormitory.

"Lavender?" Ivy called out as she entered the 4th years girl's dormitory, leaving Harry and Draco downstairs as they couldn't come up. She didn't thank Nikola for letting her in. She didn't want to.

"Over here!" came a small, nearly broken voice from beside a bed to Ivy's right.

Ivy ran over to a tear-stained Lavender still in her purple flannel pajamas holding a birdcage like a mother would with her baby. She placed a hand on Lavender's shoulder to comfort her. "Oh, Lavender," she said softly. "What happened?"

Lavender looked up at the older girl, tears were running down her face. "D-Daisy got a little scared during the night as there was a-a thunderstorm and I think a lightning bolt scared her, making her jump out of her cage, jump out the open window and... fall," she said, holding back her tears. Her 'fall' she said was completely broken. "When Daisy landed on the ground, she turned into this birdcage."

Ivy wrapped her arms slowly around Lavender, giving her a huge hug and tried to ignore the beating of Lavender's veins in her neck pumping blood. "It's okay, Lavender. I can just buy you a new piglet," she said in a soft tone, slightly letting go of the hug and when she was in reaching distance, she wiped the tears from Lavender's face with her thumbs.

Lavender shook her head and blinked back tears. Her Daisy will never be the same if she got a new one. She placed the birdcage beside her and then wrapped her arms around her legs in a hug. She looked under her bed at the little piglet pen with a little hut and some vegetable scraps in a green bowl.

"Yes, but we can buy you a new Daisy," Ivy said as she stood up and helped the upset Gryffindor to her feet. "Every muggle does it. If they lose their pets to death, they'll buy a new one. Now, wipe those tears off your beautiful face since we have a date to go on."

Lavender blushed at the complimented and wiped the remaining tears off of her face with her pyjama sleeve, letting a strand of her dirty blonde hair fall over her face. "Okay," she said and pushed back that strand of hair behind her ears. "By the way, you look gorgeous."

Now it was Ivy's turn to blush at the returned compliment. "Why thank you, Lavender," she said sweetly and with Lavender, started walking out of the girls' dormitory together. As soon as they were out, Lavender saw Harry and Draco. Harry nodded and gave her a reassuring smile, Draco nodded at her. Lavender smiled at the two boys. "Well, we better get going."

Harry tried to hold back a laugh as Lavender was still currently in her pyjamas. "Sure, but I don't think you'd want to go out in public still in your pyjamas," he said and furrowed his brows a bit as he knows how embarrassed she would be. He has nearly done it himself.

Lavender looked down at her clothes, seeing she was in her Pyjamas still. She flushed and took a few steps back towards the stairs up into the girl's dormitory. "I'll be out soon," she told them and took the first step up. "Just going to get ready!"

"Well, that was surely amusing to watch," Draco said sarcastically and was pinned up against the wall because of what he said by none other than Harry Potter. He smirked at the Gryffindor and licked his lips, waiting for that kiss to come.

Harry rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, knowing exactly what he wants. It's either a heated kiss or sex. He grabbed the Slytherin's hands from beside his waist and pushed them over Draco's head. God, the look Draco was giving him. Such a predatory look. He could just pull Draco up to the boy's dormitory, strip each other until naked and bounce up and down on Draco's beautiful cock on his bed.

"Oh, Harry and Draco," Ivy said with a shake of her head but she loved the scene she was seeing. "How will I ever put up with you two?" Her voice sounded ironic, and she put a hand over her heart dramatically and leaned against the wall she was near.

Harry smiled at his gothic friend. That actually is a good question. Then he looked back into Draco's eyes and inclined his head toward him until their foreheads touched. "Yeah, how will she ever survive our playful fights?" he asked him, and Draco started kissing Harry's cheeks up and down. Harry felt happy and more alive than ever.

Ivy saw her favourite couple in all of Hogwarts give each other love. She was waiting for those two to kiss already but it never happened, so she took matters into her own hands. "Harry, Truth or dare."

Before Harry could think before he says anything, he muttered, "Truth."

Draco looked over to his cousin in confusion, knowing she would pick him first but when he suddenly felt Harry's warm and moist lips on his neck, nothing else mattered but Harry's kisses. He forced himself not to groan from the neck kisses. He didn't know whether this would be an innocent game or not. But if it's with Harry, he wouldn't mind how dirty it got.

Ivy grinned at the choice Harry chose and knew she could ask Harry anything. Well, anything that is not concerning about his life. "Who was your first kiss?"

Harry felt his blush redden as he was brought back in time to his memories to The Quidditch World Cup. "Um, I kissed..." he said, trailing off as he got sidetracked by the way the corners of Draco's mouth lifted into a genuine smile.

Lavender interrupted Harry by coming out of the girls' dormitory looking brightly dressed. "I'm ready!"

Harry, Draco, and Ivy slowly turned their heads around to see Lavender who was dressed in an orange and white tunic top with bell sleeves and high-waist denim jeans. Lavender had her hair out with her natural bouncing curls and had a little White bow clip on her hair, to keep her fringe out of her face.

As soon as Ivy saw Lavender, she couldn't believe her eyes on how downright gorgeous Lavender looked. She was stunned, not able to move. She wanted to kiss lavender right then and there, but she wanted the first kiss to be a magical one she and Lavender will never forget.

"You look stunning, Lavender," Harry and Draco said together and they meant it. They weren't saying it to make the girl feel better.

Lavender sighed in relief; she thought what she was wearing was too much. "Thank you, guys." She turned her head slightly to see Ivy's reaction. Ivy's jaw could have been touching the floor because of how surprised she was.

Harry and Draco smiled at Ivy and her loss of words when seeing Lavender. He wiggled his eyebrows at his boyfriend. "You surely were dumbstruck when I first walked out of the common room this morning, Draco. Not to mention the Yule Ball where I saw you spill your Butterbeer all over yourself."

Draco blushed and replied with a, "No I wasn't! It was you who couldn't get your eyes off of me this morning," he replied in an instant with mockery and brought his hands down when Harry wasn't paying attention so he could cross them over his chest though Harry still pinned him to the wall with his body.

Yes, that was true to Harry. He did sometimes stare off at Draco, but that was when he wasn't looking, or when he thought Draco wasn't looking. It's just... every time he does stare, he feels butterflies fluttering around inside him and they're the kind of butterflies you want to keep within yourself because their nice. He couldn't forget his heart and how much it would beat for Draco. "Well, I dare you to kiss me."

Draco smirked as he said, "That, my gorgeous boyfriend, I can do." He turned around, taking Harry with him and pinned him to the wall. He stared hungrily into those green eyes, leaned forward while closing his eyes and kissed him lovingly.

Ivy muddled around for the words to say in her head, trying to find the right words to say without messing up and making a fool of herself. "I- uh... Y-you l-look..." she stuttered. "Absolutely b-beautiful, Lavender."

Lavender giggled at her speechless date and blushed a deeper shade of red from the compliment which made her deep down give her butterflies. "Thank you, Ivy."

"It's my pleasure," Ivy replied lightly, stunned a little by what she's seeing. Who she's seeing and what that person is wearing. She was flabbergasted. The two girls then turned to look at the snogging boys and sighed sweetly.

Harry ended the kiss with a blush, knowing they were being watched. Although, he didn't mind if he and Draco were being watched now. It just meant that people will actually realize that he and Draco are together and are in love with each other. But even so, he hoped nobody was that oblivious to not know they were dating.

Draco rolled his eyes, stepped a few feet away from Harry with a smile and caught sight of a familiar tiny bug that scattered across the floor. Without hesitation he squashed it with one stomp of his foot, knowing who it was that he just killed but that wasn't his initiative. "Anyway, let's go and head off down to Hogsmeade. We don't want to be wasting precious time stuck in Hogwarts now do we?"

"Yes, let-us go," Harry says quickly, not realizing he sounds like he said 'lettuce' instead of 'let us'.

All four teenagers agreed to head down and started walking towards the portrait exiting the Gryffindor common room before Draco interrupted the silence. He raised a brow at Harry, who used a noun of a food. "Did you just use 'Lettuce' instead of using 'let us'?"

Harry gave a shrug and decided, why not? Besides, Draco's reaction was hilarious to him and quite amusing. "Yeah, I just thought it'd be funny," he said with a grin and intertwined hands with him.

Ivy and Lavender both looked at each other, sighed and shook their head, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. Idiots. Idiots in love.

"You think adding fruit or vegetables into a sentence is funny?" Draco asked him slowly, wondering if Voldemort didn't just give Harry a lightning bolt scar. What in Merlin's name was Harry doing to the English language? But he does admit to himself that it's at least decent as it's coming from Harry. If it was someone else, then he would have just ignored them and walked away.

"Yeah?" Harry replied dully. Now he just felt stupid about saying such a thing. But the only thing that made him continue with it was Draco.

Draco then thought of another noun that apparently would be 'funny' to use. He hoped it was okay. "How very rice of you, Harry," he said and immediately hated himself for saying it. But he did it for Harry, so his Harry won't feel bad for saying something so daft.

Harry was going to repeat the same sentence he said a minute ago, but Draco stopped him by turning him around to face him and kissed him quickly. Harry was surprised at the sudden gesture and happily kissed back, even if it were a tease.

"C'mon, Harry. Let's go," Draco replied with a smile to his lips as he leaned away from the kiss with his boyfriend. Harry fixed his glasses on his nose from the kiss that still lingered on his lips and squeezed Draco's hand firmly in his.

The four teenagers walked down to the portrait and exited the Gryffindor common room. It was a long walk back to the Entrance Hall and down to Hogsmeade, so Ivy, Harry and Draco continued playing the game of truth or dare.

"Since it is my turn, Ivy, Truth or Dare?" Harry asked the goth girl and turned around, so he was walking backwards but slid his hand into Draco's. The Slytherin looked down at their intertwined hands and how he was now guiding Harry along their walk. He smirked at the possibility of making Harry collide with a nice hard wall.

Ivy thought for a good minute. They are both very hard questions to be asked about or do. "Hmmm..." It took a while for her to figure out what to finally answer back. "Truth."

Harry had to think of a good question since most of the other questions he thought about were either silly or really bad. Like lick a piece of gum off the floor bad. "Okay, umm... what was your latest picture on Instagram?"

Draco looked at Harry, then to Ivy and back to Harry, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at this new word he had never heard before. "What in Salazar Slytherin is Instagram?" he asked his boyfriend and his cousin. Even Lavender had to nod as she didn't know what it was. "It is some hex I don't know of?"

Harry and Ivy laughed with joy together. They forgot there were still Pure-blooded wizards who don't know a thing or two about the muggle world. It's easy to forget. Ivy had to answer the question as Harry couldn't help but stare lovingly, almost mesmerized, by his boyfriend's appearance.

"Oh my," Ivy said with a sigh of disbelief. Has she not told Draco at all about social media? "Well Draco, you remember me showing you my muggle phone, don't you?" Draco nodded slightly at her, and Ivy smiled. "Well, it doesn't just make noises, ring, and text people. There are apps that allow you to find people from all over the globe, whether they're in India, Tokyo, France or even Australia. I'm not going to go into detail about these Social Media types otherwise we'll be walking around for the whole day."

Draco nodded, but he still was a bit confused with all these... what do they call them? Apps? Sounds like Accio a bit. "Oh, it's still quite confusing," he replied to her honestly and with a shrug. Beside him, Harry was sniggering at him for some reason.

"Yeah well, you pure-blooded wizards and witches and even some half-bloods are all still living in the 1600s with your quills, Ink and parchment and robes," Ivy said, half-smiling at the two purebloods. "It's unbelievable! Why hurt an owl to get a quill when you can just use a pen or pencil made from bamboo and paper made from stone?"

Harry cleared his throat, thinking about getting a phone so he can distract himself from the Dursleys and their punishments. He looked back at the goth, wanting to know his answer even if he didn't really care about it right now. The overwhelming depression had snuck back up from the darkness into the light of his mind when he thought about his relatives. "Anyway, you didn't answer my question, Ivy."

Ivy nodded and thought back to what she last posted. "Hmm... Ah, yes. The last thing I posted on Instagram was the Quidditch World Cup. I just made my followers and friends think I was camping out to see the band Evanescence play in England."

In a matter of time, the four were already outside on the Viaduct bridge on their way to Hogsmeade. Ivy and Lavender were talking to each other, and Draco and Harry were just giving each other loving stares. It got to the point where Draco couldn't take it. He needed to kiss his Harry.

Draco looked up into Harry's emerald green eyes and sighed, wanting to just melt on the spot at how such a beautiful man could be his own. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and leaned in, wanting to kiss Harry right there, not caring if anyone from Hogsmeade saw them.

Harry looked around and saw that they were nearly in Hogsmeade. He really wanted to kiss his boyfriend back, but he just couldn't. Not when they were so close to Hogsmeade, so he placed his finger on Draco's lips just in time to stop him. "Sorry Hun, but we can do that once we're in muggle London," he said, but from the corner of his eye, he saw a tree. Perfect. "I love you; I really do."

"But...?" Draco asked as he knew there was a but in this situation. "This is such a tease, Harry." He leaned his head on Harry's shoulder and whispered, "I love you too, Harry James Potter," and gave him a long kiss on the cheek.

Harry gave him a smile and took him by the hand to the nearest Oak tree that faced away from Hogsmeade. He placed his arms around Draco's neck when at the tree, and he moved their bodies closer. He tilted his head to the side a little and said, "Now you can kiss-" but by the time he was nearly finished his sentence, Draco had attached his lips to his own and was kissing him softly yet excitingly.

Ivy and Lavender, when they realized the boys weren't behind them, had to look around the area for them. Lavender found them, got Ivy's attention with a wave, and they watched the boys happily kiss each other. When Harry and Draco had finally finished their snogging, they just leaned away from the kiss and stared into each other's eyes.

Lavender and Ivy had to grab one of the boys by the sleeve and pull them away from the other even if they loved seeing the scene. They just wanted to get into the muggle world in secret. Plus, Draco was being very clingy to Harry and he's never clingy.

The four had to put up with the stares directed at them as soon as they entered Hogsmeade, mostly directed at Harry and Draco. Harry, watching the ground to avoid the eyes of the people staring their way realized the Hogsmeade villagers were waiting. Everyone outside of Hogwarts still thought they hated each other. They probably were waiting on an argument.

"Oh, look, it's Harry Potter!" Harry heard someone say.

"It's that Malfoy kid too!" 

"Oh, no! Is the kid following Harry Potter?!"

Harry instinctively grabbed Draco's hand and hurried into a jog to get away from the whispers. He didn't want to deal with his "fans" today. He didn't want to deal with people today. People besides Draco, Ivy and somewhat Lavender Brown. She's nice but he wouldn't call her a friend. 

Ivy was secretly holding her Blackthorn wood wand out just in case any of the wizards or witches chose to cast out a hex towards Draco if they even would dare. She was trying not to let her fangs show either. 

The four of them hurriedly walked over to the Hogs Head, but Ivy stopped at Honeydukes and walked in without anyone knowing. It wasn't until Ivy showed up back next to Lavender with a few red lollipops that Harry and Lavender wondered how she got them without them knowing. Draco, however, knew what those lollipops contained and how she got away so fast. Luckily for Ivy, nobody questioned her disappearance.

"Well, we're here," Lavender said as she and the three others looked up at the very old and tainted looking building beside the Hog's Head.

"Okay, follow me!" Ivy said as she led them down a dark narrow pathway to the side of The Hogs Head and placed the other blood lollipops into her black purse. The pathway felt like it kept going on and on, but it was just a way of getting out of the Hogsmeade and into the muggle world.

As soon as Ivy stopped walking, Harry watched her tap her wand against four holes in the stone wall in a zigzag motion. He went over that gesture in his head so if he and Draco ever want to go back out into the muggle world, he can do it alone with the secret code.

The fore holes expanded, like they were black holes eating away at the stone wall until it formed an arched entrance. It was a little dark down the tunnel, but they were able to see the end. "Wow!" Harry and Draco said together in amazement.

The four teenagers walked through the dim-lit passageway until they saw a light at the end. Harry wondered if this is what muggles meant by seeing a light at the end of a tunnel when they die. "Am I going to heaven?" he asked as a joke.

Draco raised a brow at Harry and pulled him closer by his hand on Harry's waist. "What's heaven?" he asked them curiously, even though he knew it what it was. It had something to do with the belief of muggles and their cultures.

Lavender looked behind at Harry and Draco, knowing a bit about the muggle religion. "It's basically what muggles believe is a place you go after you die. They believe it's where the good people go. There's also a place that muggles call Hell - t's where they believe the bad people go."

"How'd you know so much about muggles, Lav?" Ivy asked her curiously as she opened one of her red lollipops and began sucking on it. She almost moaned. God, she loves the taste of blood, even in a lollipop.

Lavender smiled at them. "Oh, it's nothing," she said with a hand wave of dismissal. "I grew up with wizard and religious muggles. I find it pretty boring, to be honest, but the architecture is flawless!"

"That's so cool!" Ivy said with a smile to her lips as she linked arms with lavender, the lollipop still in her mouth and her fangs as sharp and pointy as they ever were but she hid them inside her mouth. Unfortunately for her, she'll have to wait until she finished the lollipop so she can put her fangs away. She just hoped they look like some Halloween decoration.

Finally, they reached the end. There was a large old Willow tree at the front of the secret passageway, its leaves dangled to the ground so no Muggles could find out about it and it wasn't visible to the muggle eye. What Harry, Draco, Ivy and Lavender saw surprised them. The first thing they heard when coming out of the passageway and under the Willow tree was the chirping of birds, the sound of the wind rustling the trees and water running.

The next they heard was the running of water and of course, to the left, that's where they saw the gigantic pond. It looked more like a lake as it was nearly half the size of a football field. It had ducks and swans of all shapes, sizes, colours and breeds swimming around it. There was a family with their dog having a picnic, there were other muggles walking around, some couples or just a person enjoying the walk around the park.

Ivy sniffed the cool air with pleasure and smiled warmly. She could smell the scent of sausages, ice cream, steak, meat pies, and even floral scents.

"It's incredible!" Lavender said with a sigh. She turned her head around to look at her date and smiled. But when Ivy opened her mouth, Lavender saw sharp and pointy fangs. "Nice fangs, Ivy." Ivy suddenly froze and pressed her lips together as Harry and Draco looked her way, hiding her long pointy fangs from sight.

Harry wanted some fangs like Ivy's - fake ones, of course. He wanted a pair so he can go around biting Draco's neck whenever he wants. Not like that's weird or anything.

Ivy bit into her lollipop with her fang, sinking deep into the candy with ease. She closed her eyes and focused on the taste of the blood in the lollipop and on her tongue. She felt eyes on her and looked beside herself at Lavender who was staring at her mouth. "They're fake, Lav," she whispered, leaning over to her ear. "Not real."

Lavender rolled her eyes at the obvious lie. She wasn't scared though. "We will talk later, Ivy." One of her family friends is a vampire and she knows about them. The fangs, blood lollipops, excellent sense of smell and hearing. The only thing she hasn't seen are the black eyes which she knows is under those unnaturally enchanting blue contacts Ivy's wearing.

Draco looked around the area, seeing tons of trees and bushes in all shapes and sizes. He inhaled the scent of nature and smiled. It felt so amazing! He felt free, felt like he could do anything. Well, of course, anything had its do's and don'ts in the muggle world.

Harry smiled and turned to his boyfriend, finally able to be close to him. He grabbed onto his Slytherin boyfriend's hands and held them, staring lovingly into his silver eyes. Draco caught Harry staring at him, leaned forward, and kissed him on the nose. Harry smiled with a blush forming on his cheeks. "You're adorable, you know that right?"

Draco smiled and nodded at the question he had been asked by his boyfriend. "Yes, darling. I know I'm adorable, but so are you!" he said while feeling the sudden need to kiss his boyfriend even if it is safe to do so since they're in the muggle world.

Harry saw the need on Draco's face and rolled his eyes playfully before he leaned in, closing the gap between them. He kissed Draco passionately, enjoying every second of the love that surpassed his and Draco's lips. Before Draco could render what was happening, he felt himself kiss Harry back with as much passion as he could muster.

Lavender and Ivy both looked at the two boys kissing and smiled. "Ahem!" Ivy said loudly like she was clearing her throat. But all she wanted was to Portkey or apparate Lavender to someplace in the world for a date. The two boys were still kissing each other passionately, and as Draco deepened the kiss by tilting his head to the side, Harry made a little moan escape from the back of his throat. Little did Ivy know; they could hear her but didn't want to stop.

"Ahem!" Ivy said a little louder and made it look like she was coughing on her hand. The two boys decided to stop kissing, even though they really didn't want to. When pulling away slowly from the kiss, they couldn't help but stare into each other's stunning eyes. "AHEm!"

Draco rolled his eyes at Ivy ignorantly. "What? We're enjoying our time together in someplace other than Hogwarts."

"We're meeting back here in 3:00 in the afternoon," said Harry as he grabbed Draco's hand and started pulling him back towards the path leading around the pond. Harry stood there for a moment, fidgeting with his jumper pocket. He just wanted to go someplace with Draco alone, even take him to the ends of the Earth if he could. "Toodles!"

Ivy nodded and thought about a place to take her date to. She could literally take her anywhere. "Okay, you two have fun!" she said whilst grabbing a hold of Lavender's arm and watched as Harry pulled Draco away. And in a last-second, there was a crack and Ivy and Lavender had gone in a blink of an eye.

"I forgot she could apparate," Harry said as he looked at Draco, still curious about how she could learn how to apparate a year earlier than when she'll learn from the professionals. "Let's just hope she and Lavender got to the place in one piece."

"It's not actually aparating; she can teleport, it's one of her abilities," Draco said as his mind was filled with places that he and Harry could go on dates today. But the problem is he has no muggle money. "Where should we go now?"

Harry placed a finger to his lip and tapped it there for a few seconds and Draco watched him, almost hypnotized by it. "We need to find the time first. Then why don't we walk around this place for a while?" he suggested, almost excitingly as they have escaped Hogsmeade and is now in London surrounded by muggles. "Then after, when it gets closer to lunchtime we can head out into the streets and search for a restaurant. I need to exchange my galleons to Pounds first."

Draco nodded; he knew of a place where his mother used to go when she needed to exchange galleons to muggle money so she could go shopping in the muggle world for the most exquisite jewelry. "Sounds like a plan, and the time is..." He was about to get out his wand, but a hand gripped his wrist just in time. He looked up and saw Harry shaking his head.

"No wand. We're not allowed to use magic outside of school until we're 17," Harry had to remind him, and he slipped Draco's wand out of Draco's jeans pocket. "We can just ask someone for the time. It's all we got for now. Unless we walk all the way to Big Ben, but I don't know exactly what side of London we're at."

"No magic, I know," said Draco with a nod and a deep sigh. He cannot wait until he's seventeen and can use his magic whenever he wants. But that isn't for another three years. Instead of thinking of the future, he will focus on the present with Harry. "Let's just walk around and maybe, we could even go to an art exhibit. I'd love to go to one."

"We can go to an art exhibit if you want to," Harry said with a questioning look at the Slytherin, wondering if Draco's been to one before since he knows about it. Unless the Wizarding World has Art Exhibits. "I mean, I'd love to go and see art made by muggles. Maybe we could go and see a movie as well?"

Draco was confused at first but then he remembered the talk he had with Harry in the Garden of Amare about movies. "Sure, I'd love to go see a movie with you," he said, smiling at Harry's curiosity about how he knows about Exhibits. "Do you know what movie we'll watch?"

Harry bit his lip, thinking about what he could go and see with Draco. What movie would Draco like? Something scary? Mystery? Maybe... Crime? Romance? "We will see what's on when we get to the movie theatre. We should set sail now," Harry added as he grabbed his wands out from his pocket. He saw the look of confusion on Draco's face and chuckled. "It's another term for 'Lets go'. Now... we should hide our wands somewhere." He walked over to a tall, old oak tree and looked around the tree for a safe place to put the wands just in case dogs or little children find them. Finally, he found a high enough hole and stuck the wands in a small bird hole.

Any bird wouldn't be able to get the wands out since they were too big, and birds couldn't possibly want wands in their nest. "Okay, done. Let's go!" he said excitedly and turned to Draco. He twined their hands together, leaned forward and gave his Draco a kiss on the nose. Smiling at the Slytherin's chuckle, he turned around and ran off down the pathway. All he wants is a little game of chase Harry.

Draco smiled inquiringly at his boyfriend and began running after Harry. Both boys ran after each other for fun, running down the wavy pathways, past trees and bushes, not thinking about looking at where they are. They ran and ran and ran, giggling and laughing at each other. That was until Draco snuck up behind Harry from behind a large oak tree and grabbed him from behind, hugging him from the back around his waist while Harry let out a squirm. "Alright!" Harry finally said as he calmed down from his laughter. "You win!"

Draco smirked at his boyfriend and nuzzled his nose behind Harry's ear, smelling his boyfriend's beautiful scent. He grabbed onto Harry's right hand, spun him around until he was face-to-face with his lover. Draco and Harry never lost eye contact; the first thing Harry knew was that Draco was leaning in to kiss him. He leaned into the kiss until he felt the soft warm lips of Draco's brush against his own.

The feeling of this other boy's lips on his own was eccentric but so powerful, full of love and Harry couldn't help but smile. The kiss was just as passionate as the other, except it was more electrifying. Draco ran both hands down Harry's sides until they were hugging his back, making it so he was closer to Harry. Harry ran his hands up until they were around Draco's neck. When they knew they were lacking breath they broke out of the kiss panting for air.

"I love you, Harry James Potter," Draco said as he was short of breath. He would say those three most powerful words every day to Harry just so it sinks in and hopefully makes his Gryffindor feel better about his day.

"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry replied breathlessly. If he were honest to himself, those three words just struck Harry with happiness every time his Slytherin told him how much he loves him. He just couldn't believe he has the best boyfriend to ever exist. He loves his Slytherin wizard so very much and would do anything to show him how much he loves him.

Harry and Draco smiled at each other, giving little pecks on the mouth every now and then. They then decided to head out into the streets of London, so on they went, following the pathway through the park until it came to an end at a pavemented road with old houses in front of them.

Harry smiled at Draco; thankful he had such an amazing man in his life. He doesn't know what he would be like without Draco with him, loving him, making love with him, and giving him everything. "Where shall we go to first?"

"Well, we could go to the currency exchange to convert our galleons to Pounds," Draco recommended. "I know the way. I've been to the place with my mother when she wanted to go shopping in muggle London; Mother says to always follow the clock Tower as it will lead you to the city center."

Harry looked a little unsure about that, but he trusts Narcissa Malfoy's thoughts on how to get to the city center and followed Draco down a cement pathway to the right. To their left was the parks black gates that stood a meter tall and blocked off the hedges that would grow through the fence. The two boys started walking down the pathway with old traditional lamp posts towering high above them and there were birch trees on either side of the footpath.

Harry walked with Draco along the footpath, passing a few people on the way to Big Ben. He was curious about Draco's mother as she sounded like a very sweet woman. Much like Mrs Weasley. "Your mother sounds amazing, Draco. I hope to meet her someday."

Draco smiled beside him at Harry. "I wish for that too," he said softly and pulled Harry closer beside him by the hand. "She'll love you; I know she will. My mother is nothing like my father, they're very different people. It's a part of pureblood rules. Marriage, I mean. We must marry and produce an heir to carry on the pure-blood family line."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at him. Why would Narcissa marry such a man like Lucius? But he's glad they did marry, or Draco would have never been born. Then who would he love with his entire heart and body? "Oh, Draco." He hesitated, thinking carefully on what he was about to say. "There are things called test-tube babies." He watches Draco's eyebrows furrow in obvious confusion, and he smiles awkwardly. "It's basically making a woman pregnant without sexual intercourse. The process involves removing an egg from the woman's ovaries and letting sperm fertilize them in liquid in a laboratory."

Draco looked at Harry, dumbstruck. It's a little awkward hearing about this. But were muggles that smart they were able to do such an impossible thing? "Wow, that... that is incredible?" He didn't really know how to reply.

Harry nodded, agreeing with him. "Muggles are really smart but... If your father does want you to produce an heir, just get whoever the girl is into a muggle hospital for the process," he said and felt the corners of his mouth go down into a frown. He didn't want Draco leaving him for a damn witch. 

Draco laughed at his boyfriend who knew so much about muggles and the interesting thing's he doesn't know that even exist. Rebelling against his father for not creating a kid sounds great. "Harry, if my father wants me to produce an heir he'll have to Imperio me," he told him flatly, almost a little pained in the heart that Harry would think that he would rather get with a girl and produce an heir than be with him. "I'll never leave you, my darling. Not even if my father forces me to. I will run away with you."

Harry stopped them by a lamp pole and turned to him, that frown on his face turning upside down. He suddenly pulled Draco into a hug and the slight pain Draco was feeling in his heart vanished, replaced with love and adoration as he hugged him back. Harry couldn't say anything, all he could do was hug Draco. They shared soft kisses together in the hug, on the cheek, the neck, the ear, the temple.

"Harry, how exactly do you know so much about the muggle pregnancy stuff?" Draco asked his boyfriend softly, reaching down to Harry's waist so he could look at Harry's beauty and perfection.

"Hermione," Harry simply stated with a shrug. He basked in the warmth radiating from Draco's body after the hug, but then they continued walking down the pathway past the park and terrace houses. "Hermione is like a book; she knows a lot about everything so if I get curious, I'll ask her about something."

"Oh," Draco said and stared at the ground. He turned his head around to face Harry, snaked his arms around Harry's waist and held him close. "But, of course, I'll never agree to marry a woman. I would rather pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower than be forced into marrying a witch. Do pardon my ill-mannered solution into forced marriage."

Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and stared up into his silver eyes, trying to not think about pitching himself off the Astronomy Tower to end it all. He didn't want to think about that when on a date with his boyfriend. "It's all good, Draco," he says as he looks over up ahead of them; in the distance he sees the famous Clock Tower towering over all the buildings surrounding it. "How about we have lunch, and then we can go see that movie?"

"Sure, that sounds fun," Draco said at the sudden suggestion. "However, shouldn't we exchange our currency first? We do need muggle money if we're going to get food."

"Good point," Harry said with a nod but hesitated and looked around their surroundings. Only tall terrace houses stood either side of them as they continue down the pathway into London. "Lead the way, Draco Malfoy, as I have no bloody idea where we're going."

Harry admired the few topiaries in the front gardens of the terrace homes they walked by. The few he favorited the most was a wombat and a spiral topiary. Well, he thought it was a wombat. How can muggles do such amazing things with just a hedge trimmer or some garden scissors?

Finally, they reached the end of the houses and began to come by larger buildings and storefronts, even walking by the London Eye. A few people stared at them, all smiled but one man looked at them with disgust. Harry and Draco ignored the guy and continued walking towards the clock tower hand in hand.

Harry looked up at the small, cute cottage with vast colourful windows. It looked like a cozy, lovely home and not some currency exchange business. "It looks a little muggle, don't you think?" he asked him, confused if Draco took him to the right place or not. "Are you absolutely sure this is the correct building?"

"I am positively sure, my darling," Draco said firmly with a soft smile. "Follow me." Then he lightly pulled Harry towards the cottage's wooden blue door, admiring the small gardens out the front as they walked in. The room they had entered reminded Harry of a hotel reception area not by the lily-white walls but by the large grand reception desk at the front and on either side of the front door there were two large ferns towered over the ceiling in large circular brown pots.

There were also a couple of yellow armchairs lined up against the side walls facing each other. The room had a certain honey smell to it, it wasn't too strong and yet again it wasn't too faint. Harry and Draco then proceeded to walk up to the receptionist's counter were two ladies dressed in yellow, one with ginger-hair up in a bun with freckles and the other with light brown hair in a ponytail sat by computers typing away.

"By the way, these receptionists are Squib's, not muggles," Draco whispered to him and Harry widened his eyes a little in surprised. He smiled at Harry's surprised expression, finding it undeniably cute. "Oh and let me do the speaking." All Harry did was nod, and Draco walked over to the reception desk with Harry by his side. "Good morning, Ma'am. May we please go into the GBCE?"

The woman smiled politely down at Draco and Harry. "Sure thing, lovelies. It's just down there and to your left," she said, pointing to her side where a long hallway suddenly appeared which was the same lily-white colour. "You can't miss it."

Harry gave the woman his biggest smile and followed Draco down the hallway to where the receptionist told them to go. He decided to end the silence when they arrived at a large brown oak door with 'GBCE' presented in bold gold letters. "What exactly does GBCE stand for?" he asked him.

Draco smiled at his oblivious boyfriend. "It stands for Gringotts Bank Currency Exchange," he said whilst opening the door to a brightly lit yellow looking room with two small pot plants full of azaleas on the counter where a young blonde-haired man stood.

Harry walked in after his boyfriend and watched as Draco grabbed out a small bag from his coat pocket full of galleons. Harry got out his own bag of galleons from his jumper pocket and followed Draco up to the counter where a man sat.

Draco looked up at the man and smiled. "Hello, may we please exchange our galleons for Pounds?" he asked as he placed his bag of galleons on the desk. "Oh, and can we ask how much a Sickle, Knut, and galleon is in muggle currency?"

"Sure," the man said with a smile down at Draco and Harry. His orange name tag read 'Steve'. After telling them how much a Knut, Sickle, and Galleon was worth, he asks, "Now, do you want the money separate or together?"

"Err, separate thanks," Harry said and he and Draco shared the same surprised look. Harry cleared his throat and said, "I'll give you 30 galleons to convert, thank you." Draco looked at Harry with confusion and Harry sighed at his boyfriend, wondering if the blonde would know anything about mathematics. Do wizard families even teach math's before sending their children to Hogwarts? "Do you know anything about math's?" he whispered but Draco shook his head slightly with a confused look on his face. "Never mind, I'll tell you that later. A Galleon is worth five British Pounds as Steve said. Do you know what 5 times 30 is?"

Draco looked confused again but was clearly thinking hard. What is a 'times'? "Umm, no..." he said flatly and felt dumb just standing there looking down at the floor. What was math's? Was it something muggle? It just had to be... "I have no clue what you're even talking about, Harry. When I come here with my mother, she always just hands the bloke a bag of galleons and he gives her the amount of Muggle Money and we're off to London."

Harry smiled cheekily because he knew something Draco didn't. "The answer is 150," he says simply and gave Draco's arm a little rub of symphony. "It's totally okay that you didn't know. I just thought wizards were taught math's at a younger age." Harry turned to the man and gave the man 30 galleons from his bag. "Can you please convert this, sir?"

Draco saw the number of galleons Harry had placed on the counter, so he got out the same amount from his bag and placed it on the counter beside Harry's amount. Whatever math's was he hated it already since it's something he doesn't know about, but Harry does.

The man took Harry's currency, placed it under the counter someplace and got out what looked like paper but very thin. "Here you go, Mr Potter," the man said, placing the money on the bench. Harry wondered how the man knew his name, but then again, he knew that, of course, everybody in the wizarding knows who he was. The man then took Draco's Galleons, placed them somewhere under the counter and got out the same amount of money Harry had. "And here you go, Mr Malfoy." The man smiled at Harry and Draco and then gave them a wink. "Have a great date."

Harry and Draco turned to look at each other when they grabbed their money, smiled at the man, thanked him for his services, then walked out of the room. They both didn't know how the man knew about their date. They then waved at the two receptionist's and left the building, turning right to walk down a busy street.

Harry looked around, wondering what time it was. Then he spotted Big Ben. The clock read 11:20. It was too early for some lunch right now. "Shall we go shopping, Hunny?" he asked and gave Draco a fond smile when seeing Draco look at him when calling him a pet name.

Draco looked at his boyfriend lovingly, especially for the name Harry had called him. Now Harry was being the sweet one to him. "Sure, darling, we can go shopping now if you know where it is."

Harry looked over at the large Westfield Mall not far from them. Hmmm... Kmart? or Target? No, too cheap for Draco. How about... Urban Outfitters? Psylo? JW Anderson? Burberry? Country Road? They sound alright, especially since they're a bit expensive and would be Draco's taste. "I have a few stores in mind."

Draco followed Harry down a few streets to the entrance to a maze of stores. There was a big white and red sign at the front that read 'Westfield'. The entire place felt like a Maze to Draco with so many stores to look at all different colour and styles, so many lights to blind his eyes with, and even a roof on the ceiling that looked up at the grey sky above them. There was even, to his utter amusement, a couple arguing over something. He couldn't quite hear what they were arguing over, but he wanted to listen in and find out. Alas, it wasn't his business anyway.

He found that there were a lot of people about - all muggles, some rather polite and smiling his way when he noticed them and some quite utterly rude when he'd look at them and they'd either ignore or glare at him. So rude! The muggles walking by were either laughing, talking amongst others or minding their own business. Others had screaming or crying children, which he thought with a smirk why their parents were letting them misbehave like that. His father would smack him over the head if he ever acted like that out in public when he was younger.

When Harry stepped on the escalator, Draco stopped and watched as Harry practically levitated up the moving stairs. Even Muggles above Harry were moving up. How? Do muggles have magic stairs too? "I didn't realize Muggles have moving stairs, Harry," he said up at his date.

Harry laughed as he made his way down the escalator to Draco, passing Muggles going up, muttering an "Excuse me," and "Sorry" to them. "It's not magic," he said as he grabbed at Draco's hand and led the blonde towards the escalator with an amused smile. If he took Mr Weasley here he knew he'd have to sit and watch Ron's father go up and down the escalators with a huge, intrigued smile on his face. He'd be there for hours!

Draco hesitated at the start of the escalator, looking at it curiously. "Take your time, Draco," Harry said with a chuckle, standing to the side to let some people through. "Or do I have to give you a push onto the escalator?"

"You will not need to push me, Harry. I'll do the excavator on my own, thank you," Draco said at once, ignoring Harry's snort, and forced himself to step on the moving platform which he felt it push him upwards slowly. He watched as the platform he was on rose into a step, and he gasped; he didn't know how to feel whether it be confused or scared but he felt both. He looked back at Harry who was one step behind him and had the biggest goofiest grin on his face.

"Where are we going, Harry?" Draco asked, though distracted at how the higher the stairs took him, the more of the shopping mall he could see. "There's so much to see!"

"I'm taking you to the stores I know you'll prefer," Harry said, admiring how intrigued Draco was by the muggle shopping complex they were in. "The food court is on the bottom floor, as are the stores that aren't your preferred budget." He was still laughing on the inside at what Draco called the escalator. Perhaps he should show him the elevator next?

Draco glanced at the bunch of stores he could see, most bright with fancy lighting, others filled with clothes and others with accessories. There was even a store with just shoes! He thought even his father would probably approve of these stores.

The first store Harry and Draco walked in to, hand in hand, was 'Burberry'. The store was large, there was a section at the far-left corner of the shop for all accessories, the right far left of the shop had all shirts, jumpers, jackets, and hoodies on racks. The front left of the store had all the pants, leggings, joggers and such all on clothing racks and on the front right side of the shop had all the shoes on shelves and the checkout desk was in the middle of it all.

Draco loved the store, there were so many clothing types, shoes, hats and even some accessories. There was a far wider variety of clothes than the wizarding world had in their tiny stores throughout the world. Draco looked at everything, all the blacks, blues, greens and even some pink clothing. He went around to the accessories, saw a couple of woolly scarfs, gloves, and beanies.

Harry watched his boyfriend practically pounce around the store and he chuckled at how childish they've been today. "Buy anything you would like," He yelled from across the store to Draco.

Draco popped his head over the top of some clothing racks and yelled back, "Okay, Darling!" He had a black beanie on with cat ears and Harry just wanted to melt. How could he have such a handsome and cute boyfriend all in one? He just wanted to shout it out to the world at how much he loves Draco. Before he could take a look around, Draco came scurrying towards Harry with a couple of shirts, pants, and some shoes. Geez, how long does it take this man to shop? A minute?

Draco was so happy he could have jumped into Harry's arms but didn't want to ruin the clothes he had. "Harrryyyyyyyy, I've found these vêtements and I adore them!" he said happily and jumped in front of Harry with a wide smile on his face.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend's joy when shopping. But really, how could someone shop in under a minute? "That's wonderful!" he said quickly as he puts down a black Hoodie with a print of the band Queen singing Bohemian Rhapsody. "What did you get?"

Draco showed Harry the items he got with a sparkle in his eyes, making sure to also tell Harry what he knew the items will go with that he already owns. Well, vetements as Draco called them. Harry just nodded along, not really knowing how to respond other than with a yup. He'd have to see what Draco owns and see them on him to be able to offer his own opinions on what things go with. Not that he'd be much help when all he wears are hoodies and jeans. "I'm no fashion guru, but in my honest opinion you'd look great, no, incredible in that black turtleneck sweater, the dark green hoodie, those black skinny jeans, and those black boots with fur around the hem. You can forget those blue sneakers, they're hideous!"

"Oh, my thoughts exactly!" Draco said brightly, blushing as he nods at the furry boots. "I am so pleased you agree." Then he hesitated, staring curiously at the blue shoes he didn't realize he had grabbed that were in his pile. "Nonsense! I did not grab those!" He discarded them onto a pile of hoodies. "What have you gotten yourself?"

"How much did that all cost?" Harry had to ask first as he still needs to watch how much they spend. They could be spending thousands of dollars right about now and he wouldn't know. He wouldn't want to spend so much.

Draco bit his lip and tried to remember the costs. "I got the turtleneck from a 40 pound rack, the hoodie from a 20 pound rack, the jeans from a 10 pound rack and the boots from a 70 pound stand," he stated, deep in concentration on how much he would spend with what he wanted. "And before you say anything the boots are 90% fox fur and the turtleneck 100% wool. So far, I think I would have spent about... 140 pounds."

Harry did his own little calculations and it turned out Draco was correct. "That's correct," he said and gave Draco's shoulder a pat just to tell him he's done well. "You can save the rest of your cash for a snack." He looked up at the modern black and white clock showing it's around 11:35.

"I know, Harry," Draco said flatly. "I know how to count currency. I'm not dim-witted."

"I never said you were dumb, Draco," Harry replies, rolling his eyes over a laugh. "You head over to the checkout, and I'll join you when I grab the vetements I want."

"It's pronounced vêtements," Draco corrected him, slowing his pronunciation so Harry's undeniably thick head can understand him. "It's not vetesmints. You absolute idiot!"

"That's what I said!" Harry said at once, grabbing the hoodie he looked at before and deciding quickly that he wants it. "I'm not a bloody idiot either."

Draco rolled his eyes, then decides to roll them again because Harry is acting like an idiot by trying to pronounce French words in a British accent, which he thinks it's actually really cute the way Harry's trying, but it still pisses him off. "It'll meet you by the cashier you cute Idiot."

Harry's mouth parts a little, watching Draco head over to the checkout and he snorts as the blonde remembers the beanie on his head which he takes off and places on the checkout table. He then had a quick look around the store for some other things before he went to join Draco at the checkout.

A tall male with spiky blonde hair with blue tips in his hair was their cashier. It was an odd kind of hair style, Draco admits, yet he likes it. It suits the bloke. Very edgy. Not his cup of tea though.

The tall male looked down at Draco with a polite smile. His black name tag, which matched his work Uniform read 'David'. "Hello there," he said kindly as he tapped the empty space on the register in front of him, letting Draco know to put the items he wants to buy on the counter. "How's your day been?"

Draco returned the smile to the man and started loading the rest of his items on the counter. "It's been quite pleasant, thank you," he replies and finds amusement in patting the fur-lined boots. "I'm just on a date with my wonderful boyfriend. He and I decided to go shopping before lunch."

By then, Harry had come over to the check out from where he'd been. "Yeah, Hello. I'm his boyfriend," he said defensively and put an arm around Draco's waist as he too piled his few clothes on the counter beside Draco's. The tall male worker chuckled at Harry and started to scan Draco's clothes and accessories.

Draco watched the man in confusion and interest, watching the weird machine beep and show how much the clothing cost on a little black screen in glowing green numbers. He even touched it to get a feel of the numbers, but he couldn't. It was just interesting, and a little scary. By the time the man finished, it all cost exactly 150 pounds.

Draco handed the exact amount of money to the man. Then Harry gave the man his basket and watched as he checked out his clothing. He got the one hoodie for his preferences and a pair of black trackies; he didn't want to spend the rest of his money on clothes. They still had a movie to see and lunch to buy.

"You know, you guys are so adorable together. I enjoyed watching your little bicker earlier, and please, I apologies for listening in," the blonde-haired man said with a charming smile, and Draco and Harry smiled at him and thanked him for the compliment though Draco gave a smirk at the mention of his and Harry's disagreement. "You are very much welcome. Oh, and by the way, we do have an LGBTQ+ section of clothing just behind the trousers over there." His finger pointed behind him at a sign that read 'LGBTQ+ in rainbow coloured letters. "I can hold on to these for you while you go search if you'd like."

Harry shook his head at David's kind offer; he is most certain that he won't be spending any more money on clothes. One hoodie and a pair of pants is enough for him, and Draco has more than enough clothes. "Maybe some other time," he said and remembered just how many bags they had. "Sir, would you mind holding these until we get back? We don't want to be having to hold them everywhere we go."

David just nodded and smiled politely, grabbing the bags, and pulled them over the counter to a compartment. "Sure thing," he told them. "I'm not sure if I'll be still here when you come back though. I'll ask my coworker whenever they come in to give them back - just as long as you take your docket. Keep it in a safe place and when you arrive just show my coworker the docket and you'll be good to go."

"So, what will it be? A fancy restaurant or McDonald's?" Harry asked as they exited the store and looked around for the food court. Unless Draco wants to go to the fancier restaurants then he would be up to it. This whole date excited him because he has muggle money, currency he has never had before, and it was his own so he can buy anything he want without the Dursley's knowing.

"What the sodding hell is McDonald's?" Draco muttered as he asked Harry, looking at him curiously. He knew it would have to be a muggle restaurant as he's never heard of it before. McDonald's sounds like a last name of someone, but nobody in Hogwarts had that as their last name. Nobody that he knew of anyway.

Harry chuckled at his boyfriend. Draco has a lot to learn from him even though he's never had McDonald's beside a single chip Dudley never ate and it wasn't even a full one. A McHappy meal was always Dudley's favourite. Harry calls them McSad meals and has done for years. "It's a type of restaurant, but the menu is full of fattening foods."

Draco gave him an obvious 'I don't want to go there' look. He would rather a nice fresh salad or a nice steak roast with honey. "Safe and fancy fat-free restaurant, please." Harry nodded and tried to find their way to the food court, but Draco got distracted.

"No, you're not going into Balenciaga or Prada, Draco! You don't even have any Pounds left!" Harry quickly told his boyfriend, trying to lead Draco away from the expensive store but Draco seemed to be running on adrenaline as he pulled Harry into the store with a grin on his face. "Draco, no!"

Draco ignored Harry's protest and walked into the Prada store, admiring all the fancy watches, purses, handbags and accessories. He walked right up to the front desk and Harry followed him over, curious with what Draco's doing. Well, saying to the men behind the front counter. All he heard come out of Draco's mouth was galleons and one of the blokes nodded and left the front desk, leaving out the Staff Only door.

Draco then went for a wander around the store and Harry watching him, zoning out every few moments when he realized they were in a Rich People's store. Petuna and Vernon wouldn't even shop here. Although he swears Petunia has a Coco Chanel purse that she found in an Antique Store a long time ago. He felt out of place in the store like he shouldn't be here. Why had they come to such an overly expensive store? What does Draco even want?

"Let me write you a check," Draco had said and Harry whipped his head towards the blonde's direction, back at the front desk where the cashier man smiled and nodded down at Draco. Draco can write out a check?

"What have you gotten now?" Harry asks and when Draco turned around, he held a dark green handbag with black zips and latches. Harry's mouth dropped open. Not in surprise at what a nice bag it was but in utter disbelief that Draco would want a handbag. He didn't question it though. Draco readjusted the strap over his arm, trapping it by his elbow. "What in the bloody hell is that?!"

"I know! How does it look?" Draco asks happily with a pout. "How does it look on me, of course! It's so me! I'll make Blaise jealous with it and his collection!"

Harry blinked. "Sorry, what?" he asks flatly and decided to quickly lead Draco out of the fancy store in case the blonde spotted something else he wanted. "Draco, how do you even know that these Muggle stores exist? How do you know how to write a check?"

"My dearest mother told me how to write a check out, Harry," Draco said with a happy smile down at his new bag. "It's so I don't have to carry galleons around with me when shopping at Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. It's great because Blaise and I sometimes go out into London together. He's got a whole collection of Prada and Birkin bags. He told me how to write magical checks from Galleons to Pounds."

"Oh," Harry muttered, still not even sure what Draco would do with such a fancy purse, but he smiles because at least Draco's happy with what he has brought. "What are you even going to put in the darn thing? How much even was it?"

Draco shrugs as he lists, "Lip balm to keep my lips chapped, a nail file because one must be prepared if a nail breaks, and I'll think of the rest later. It was around 4,000 pounds, give or take a few hundred pounds." He grinned.

The boys had gotten back on the escalator and were travelling down to the floor below, Harry had to pinch the bridge of his nose as he calculated how much that bag was from Pounds to Galleons. "Bloody hell, Draco. You spent around 800 galleons on a bloody purse?"

Harry didn't understand why Draco still needed a purse. He didn't question the blonde anymore though. If Draco wanted to spend his family's galleons on muggle purses that's his idea. He blames Blaise and his apparent collection of fancy expensive Muggle bags.

"It's a one-of a kind, Harry!" Draco said proudly. "They only made five of these and won't be making any more. They're made from Nappa Leather - well, saffiano leather. Cowhide."

"So, we've come to a couple of restaurants now," Harry said as they walked into the food court, wanting to focus on getting food now than talking about expensive bags. "What to have? Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, Korean or Italian?"

"Can we go to the Italian one please?" Draco asked with a flutter of his eyelashes coquettishly, knowing he can get his favourite Italian dish from the place. Or he hoped he'll be able to get his favourite meal.

Harry smiled at his adorable boyfriend and took him to the fanciest Italian restaurant they could find in the mall. They walked into the retro-themed Italian restaurant, seeing couples and families, and getting a whiff of the herbs and spices that filled the air of the restaurant. On every round table, there was small glass salt and pepper shakers with little napkins folded in origami shapes.

"Mmmm, it smells lovely!" Harry said with a long hungry sigh. Draco just couldn't have agreed more, and he squeezed Harry's hand in his. Harry and Draco walked over to a table beside a window, looking out at the mall filled with people walking in all directions. They decided to sit across from each other so they could reach over the small round table and intertwine hands.

Draco placed his Prada bag on his lap, then fiddled with the origami napkin, suddenly remembering his third year when he shaped a piece of paper into a swan for Harry. He smiled, a little tint of red rising up his cheeks at the memory.

*Flashback*

It was Wednesday evening at lunch, Draco wasn't feeling very hungry, so he stayed in the dormitory. He was alone and sitting on his bed in the 3rd year boy's dormitory. He still had his cast on from the bloody chicken attack the other day. He couldn't stop thinking about how Potter could just get on that Hippogriff and just fly. He made it look so easy, just walking up to it, doing that weird thing with your hand where it sniffs it or whatever.

Even Draco tried to tame the Hippogriff, but because of his friend's making fun of Potter, he just couldn't help it. He knows that he made a silly mistake of insulting the bloody chicken, but he just wanted to impress Potter.

Draco couldn't stop thinking about Potter's green eyes, the most beautiful shade of green that he has ever seen in his life. No colour is more beautiful than emerald green, the shade that represents the beautiful emeralds that glimmer in an enchanting underground cave. Those green eyes hiding behind his round frames, which are so out of style.

That raven hair, even if it looks like a bird's nest, looks so soft he could just run his fingers through those locks. No, what am I saying? He thought, shaking his head. I can't have deep feelings for Potter, right? He sighed in disbelief at himself. Oh... who am I kidding? Of course, I like him! Who doesn't like him? Well, he knows people just like Potter because he's 'The chosen one' and 'The boy who lived'. But for Draco, he really likes Potter because of who he is. Kind, caring, brave, smart - in his own way, funny, cute, beautiful, handsome... Oh, he could just go on and on.

Draco was beginning to get an idea on how he could get Potter to notice that he truly does care for him and that all these insults he throw at him are because of his father and how he expects him to behave in the Malfoy way. Maybe an owl would work? Or a love letter. No, not that. Maybe a letter but is spelled so only Potter can see it when he's alone. Yes! That's a Great Idea! He grabbed a piece of parchment, dipped his quill in and began writing.

'Dear, Harry' No, that's too polite.

'To my love' Not that either. 

'To Harry' Yes, much better.

'I'm sorry for how I have been acting towards you. It was never my intention to be rude to you or your friends, I've just always acted on the beliefs I was raised with. I know I really shouldn't do or say what my Father asks me to, but as a Malfoy, I have to act a certain way. I want to start over with you. I know it may take some time for you to process this note, knowing your thick head, if you ever get to read this. So, meet me outside of  the Transfigurations Courtyard tonight around 5:00. I understand if you find this to be a trick or some weird Slytherin game, and I assure you, it's not. Rest assure, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy know nothing of this note I've written to you. Hopefully, I'll see you there?'

'~Draco Malfoy'

Draco grabbed his wand out of his robe pocket and thought for a minute, thinking back to the charm he read in a book. He muttered the spell and added Potter and his name after it so it could take effect. But when should he draw on it? Maybe during Potions? It'll be so Crabbe and Goyle can see what he's drawing. Let's hope Potter won't take the drawing too seriously. But... what will he draw? He doesn't want it being too sinister. Draco was so lost in thought that he didn't see somebody walk into the dormitory.

"Hey, Draco," came a familiar voice, and Draco turned around to see his childhood friend, Blaise Zabini walk up to him. "What are you doing up here alone?" he asked and sounded a bit worried but hid it with his curiosity.

Draco hesitated at his answer he would say just to his best friend. He trusted Blaise as the Italian knows about his crush on Potter, and same does Pansy. "I'm just trying to draw Potter a nasty letter so I can give it to him in Potions."

Blaise's smile turned into a smirk. He had a feeling there was more to just a 'nasty letter'. "Mm-hmm," he said in disbelief and crossed his arms over his chest. "Is there something you want to talk about, Draco? Something about a certain boy named Harry Potter who you've got a..." He quickly looked around the room to make sure they were alone. "crush on. Now what's on that piece of parchment?"

Draco sighed, not sure if he should tell his friend or not. But he did. "It's a letter." When Blaise gave him a 'Who's it to?' look, he sighed and rubbed at his face. "It's to Harry Potter. I just want to give a note to him saying how sorry I am for the bullying. I only made fun of him is because he didn't take my hand for friendship in the first year, which I know is childish to still be angry about, but I got over it. I know how much of a brat I was when I was younger. The other reason is because of my father and how I should be acting around everyone."

"Oh, Draco," Blaise said and sounded quite pleased with Draco. He tilted his head to the side a little, smiling at his friend. "That's so nice of you to do, Draco. We're all brats when we were younger, it's not just you. Are you going to put a spell on it or something so nobody else can see the note?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of drawing over the letter with some silly drawing so if Crabbe and Goyle snatch it from me, they will only see a drawing," said Draco and he tickled the bottom of his chin with his quill. "But that's just it, I don't know what to draw?"

Blaise tapped a finger over his bottom lip in thought about what his best friend could draw. "Hmmm... you could draw Potter as a Pigmy Puff," he suggested with a shrug. "Wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick and that amazingly handsome smile."

Draco glared at Blaise but remembered that day. "Actually, that's a good idea!" he said and pointed the quill at him with a smile of gratitude. "Thanks, Blaise."

Later that day

Draco walked into Potions with Crabbe and Goyle by his side. He reached into his robe pocket and felt the small piece of parchment that contained the letter. He began to feel a little nervous. He was about to send the letter Potter's way, he just had to draw something over it. He sat two seats away from Potter so he could easily send it his way. As he sat, he pulled his quill and parchment out of his bag and reached into his robe pocket and grabbed the letter. He dipped his quill in his ink pot and began drawing.

He tried to make it look as childish as he could, drawing Potter as a stick figure on his broom, at the Quidditch pitch getting struck by lightning. He knows it looked pretty intense and gruesome, but he had to try his hardest to make it seem like something to laugh at. He frowned at his 'artwork'. Hopefully, Potter would be able to see the actual letter in his own time.

He knew he could fold paper into animals since he was a child so, he tried folding it into a duck, didn't work. A flamingo didn't work, nor did a parrot or a cockatoo or a pigeon. Finally, he managed to make a delicate swan. He smiled to himself, cast a flying charm and sent it Potter's way with a blow of a kiss.

Harry saw something shiny in the corner of his eye come to him. He glanced at the flying paper swan as it landed in his hands. He cautiously opened it and found a children's picture of him getting struck by lightning. He rolled his eyes and glanced over to the only person who could have made it. Draco sodding Malfoy.

Draco watched as his swan flew into Potter's arms and how he opened it up and saw his drawing. Nerves flared all through his body, Potter was about to see the note. As Potter glared Draco's way, he raised his eyebrows flirtily with a smirk and winked at him.

Harry felt a slight warmth and blush rise up his neck and form on his cheeks after Draco winked at him. God, the Slytherin really riles him up with that gorgeous face of his.

"Oi, mate, what have you got there?" Ron asked as he glanced at the mean drawing of Harry. He narrowed his eyes and knew who it was by. "Malfoy!" he said arrogantly as he grabbed the drawing and ripped it up.

Draco watched as the Weasel tore up his drawing and letter to Potter. He felt anger boil through his veins, hurt and sadness course through him as he knew that Potter wouldn't be able to see his letter.

"I was actually thinking of keeping that, Ron," Harry said sarcastically, but actually a little honestly as he wanted to wallow in self-pity for a little while. It's what he feels like doing right now.

*End of Flashback*

Harry saw the look on Draco's face like he was remembering something from long ago and smiled adoringly, but then looked down at the table and saw the white menu. He picked it up and studied it. Hmmm... Pizza, Bottarga, Lasagne, Fiorentina steak, Ribollita, Polenta or Rissoto? He tried finding the best sounding foods there is since he has no idea what most of it is besides Lasagne and Pizza. "So, Draco... what would you like to order?"

Draco snapped out of his memories and took a look at the menu, not knowing what a full third quarter of the menu said or meant. He knows French as a second language and a little bit of Italian from Blaise. "I'm not sure," he drawls, although he only saw the familiar words, 'Spaghetti Bolognese' on the menu. "What are the most popular meals?"

"Hmmm..." Harry hummed in thought. "Well, there's Spag bole, Lasagne and Pizza." He smirked and knew by instinct what Draco would want, and Draco grinned at him, knowing he knew what he wanted for lunch. Obviously, Spaghetti Bolognese. What else could he like? Beside apples and Fried Dill Pickles.

Harry smiled knowingly at his boyfriend and reached under the table to hold his hand. "You can have it if you want, I don't mind," he said with a little shrug. He really wouldn't mind. "It says here, you can get it in a small, medium, or large bowl. What do you normally go for?"

"Uhm..." Draco sounded unsure on if he should talk about the portion size he would eat. He sighed and just said it as he had nothing to hide from Harry, "I usually go for the medium bowls of food. Sometimes even the small portions if I'm not that hungry. How about you?"

Harry sighed miserably as he started having flashbacks from the last time he had a small portioned meal at the Dursleys. Not even small portions of meals. Dudley's leftovers is what he would usually have and there's always not much on his plate. Only the vegetables. "I go for any size bowl. It all depends on how I'm feeling more than so."

Draco squeezed Harry's hand and gave him a reassuring smile. He hoped Harry does eat something during the holidays as he knows that look Harry gave him. Harry had been thinking about his life during the Holidays. "You know, even if my father hates it, you can come over to my family's Manor during the holidays."

Harry smiled back at Draco and brushed a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Draco. I'll consider that." He really would consider it, but he knows he deserves the punishments from the Dursleys. He also knows that he has to go back to them when school finishes, which isn't for another couple of months, thankfully.

"Hello, what can I get for you today?" asked a young brown-haired lady with olive coloured skin who came up to them carrying a notepad and a pencil. Harry and Draco looked up at the woman, even though she disturbed their conversation and thoughts. She looked very casual; jeans with a white long-sleeved shirt and a small black apron around her waist.

"Yeah, can we please get a large spaghetti Bolognese, please?" Harry asked with a small smile at the woman. He disliked how people would disturb his and Draco's date together, but he knew it just had to happen. Such as life. There was no such thing as perfect. A perfect date? He's heard of it, but could it be possibly true?

"Sure, is there anything else I can get for you?" the lady asked with a wink at Harry. Then she wrote the order down in her notepad. "Like any drinks? Coke? Water? Orange Juice?"

Draco narrowed his eyes at the girl because she had winked at his Harry. Does she not know that he and Harry are on a date? She can't be that dumb. Who does she think she is, though? He thinks. Winking at my Harry like he was some hot toy. Well, Harry was definitely hot... and so very handsome... and such a hot sexy man in bed.

Harry did indeed feel quite thirsty. He has not had a drink since yesterday. It could explain why his throat has been feeling quite dry lately. "Actually yes, can we get two glasses of water, please?" he asked the girl and brought his and Draco's intertwined hands up over the table so she could see. "Maybe even an entire jug full of water."

"Sure, is that all for today?" the lady asked as she crossed out 'drinks' on her notepad and wrote down water. She smiled at the intertwined hands, knowing they were together when they first walked into the restaurant together.

"Yes, thank you," Harry replied, almost quickly as he was eager to be alone with Draco once again. The lady nodded and walked away, placing her pencil behind her ear.

Draco chose to interrupt before anyone else does because he felt a little left out that Harry didn't order for him. "So, why didn't I get to order?" he asked seriously, crossing both arms over each other on the table to show he was a little pissed.

Harry chuckled at his oblivious boyfriend. How could he not know why he did what he did? "We're sharing, you absolute boofhead," he told him with a half-smile and reached across the table for Draco's hand again, missing the warmth of his hand in his. "The bowl is huge, Draco. About the size of 4 adult hands put together."

"Oh, okay," Draco said hesitantly, really wondering how muggles would even have a portion of food that big. But there's no judgement. Then he sounded a little bitter, "You could have told me, you know?"

Harry smiled forcefully at his boyfriend and squinted his eyes a little. "Oh, I know," he replies dryly. "I just like seeing you mad. It's very cute," he added warmly as he interlaced his fingers together and leaned his elbows on the table. He fluttered his eyelashes at him just to try and make Draco less pissed.

Draco blushed at being called 'cute' in a restaurant with other people surrounding them. "I am not cute!" he whispered sharply under his breath. "Malfoy's are not cute!"

Harry smirked at his boyfriend and replied with a loving, "Yes you are!" He just wanted to reach over the table and mess up that gorgeous whitish blonde hair he loves to play with, but he knew not to. He knows how angry Draco can get when his hair isn't styled perfectly. He finds it adorable and amusing how much Draco cares for his hair.

"Am not!" Draco replied quietky and snappishly. He was blushing at least the colour of a red rose, which Harry found looked very attractive and cute. He just cannot believe Harry's saying these things in front of him in public.

"Are too!" Harry said sweetly and gave Draco's arm a little rub. He chuckled at Draco and how the Slytherin doesn't even believe that he's undeniably cute. Not to mention handsome, beautiful, hot, sexy in general and in the bed, pretty and... Did he mention handsome? 

Draco rolled his eyes playfully and smiled as he stared at a small pot plant outside the window; a lovely pink gardenia with a ladybug crawling around the soft petals caught his eye. He really wanted to move around the table to give Harry a kiss but was interrupted once again.

"Here's your Spaghetti!" The lady said politely and placed the large plate of spaghetti between the two, the glass cups abd jug of water. She saw the almost pissed look on the blonde's face and smiled regretfully at him, "Oh and, sorry I ruined your moment. Even I find that annoying when my girlfriend and I are out on a date."

Harry smiled at her knowingly, even if he really wanted her to sod off already. He gets it though. "It's okay, we understand." The lady gave them a smile and walked off.

Draco looked at the gigantic bowl of spaghetti Bolognese, smelled it and sighed happily. "I love Italian food!" he breathed with a smile, picked up his fork and looked up at Harry from their lunch.

Harry chuckled at what his boyfriend said and picked up a fork. "Yeah well I love you," he mumbled as he began twisting the fork around some spaghetti on the plate and popped it into his mouth.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco says gently as he began to do the same, twisting his fork around some Spaghetti and slurping it up. "This is so good!" he said after a while of slurping his spaghetti. "Better than how the house-elves make it!"

Harry twisted more spaghetti with his fork. "Be careful, house-elves could be hiding around these parts of London," he warned him with a wink. He hoped Draco heard the sarcasm in his voice. "Don't want them hearing what you said, do you?"

Draco hesitated and shook his head. He knew what house-elves are like when their masters say something about their services that they don't like and it ends in crisis. House elves punishing themselves until they get it right. It's just hell.

Harry looked up from his spaghetti at Draco, wondering how the posh git could slurp spaghetti so elegantly and not get the pasta sauce all over his mouth. Twirling some spaghetti around his fork, he gradually begins to eat while becoming distracted by the ring that laid on Draco's finger. The familiar silver ring with the letter 'M' in a circle of snakes. He was so distracted that he didn't notice his spaghetti tugging back at him until he looked up and noticed the end of his spaghetti line was in Draco's mouth. He knew then with a light blush on his face what had to happen next. He's seen it in movies.

He knew people were staring at him and Draco now by not only the flashes of cameras coming from around the restaurant, but the giggles too. He started to tug back at his spaghetti; it was his anyway to begin with, but Draco didn't seem to want to comply. The blonde, instead of tugging back his way, decided to nibble the spaghetti and continue so as if to race to the middle. Harry thought fuck it and tugged on the spaghetti piece until he felt lips crash onto his own.

There was a loud thundering of clapping, applaud and whistling as they had locked lips. Harry and Draco smiled into the kiss, loving it even more since they both tasted like Spaghetti Bolognese and people were applauding them. When a few seconds were over, they decided to end the kiss since they were both still hungry.

"That was... interesting," Draco whispered as he leaned back down into his seat from the kiss. He just couldn't believe what had happened. It was so fun and romantic even if it also was embarrassing but he enjoyed it so much. He would do it again if he could.

"It was," Harry said amiably and twirled his fork around some more spaghetti. Draco grabbed his fork, split a meatball in half and popped it into his mouth. Harry decided to end the silence between them. He really wanted to know a bit more about Draco and his family. "So, tell me a bit about your family."

"Uh, what about them?" Draco asked, almost curiously but more so anxious. Harry noticed this and thought there must be some things about the Malfoys that Draco didn't want to tell him about. That's ok. He doesn't want to prod Draco too much into his family's history.  

"Where you originate from and how you Malfoy's gained wealth?" Harry asks; he made a mental note that whenever he does meet Mr and Mrs Malfoy, that he should ask them similar questions. "I dunno. Just things about your family."

"Oh, well, let me see..." said Draco as he zoned out and Harry could see his thoughts running across his face. "All I know is the Malfoy name is centuries old, not sure how we became wealthy actually. I guess we really worked hard with the most powerful people and when I mean powerful, I mean really wealthy and that's possibly how we gained wealth. I guess we Malfoy's have always been living in Wiltshire for centuries. How about your family? Do you know much about them? And I'm sorry to have to ask."

Harry shook his head; he really didn't mind being asked questions about his own family. But that was just it, he didn't know much about the Potter family and its history. "No, it's okay. I don't actually know where the name 'Potter' came from, or how old the family is," he told him. "Although, I do know I have a lot of ancestors, most purebloods. It's just so confusing, to be honest. Mom's a Muggleborn and dad's a Pureblood." He quickly stole Draco's other half of a meatball and ate it.

"That's interesting," Draco said with a small smile as he knew Harry had stolen from him. It was a shame, he really thought Gryffindor's would be able to easily steal something and be sneaky about it. It seems that he would have to teach Harry the Slytherin way of stealing. "And I saw what you did, Harry," he said as a smirk appeared on his face at Harry's adorable mischief. "I got my eye on you. No stealing my food!"

Harry gave Draco a loving smile then changed it into a cheeky one. "Well... technically, it's not your food," he said as he grabbed one of the meatballs closer to Draco's side of the plate. "We're currently sharing."

Draco rolled his eyes and when Harry was too busy enjoying his meatball, he took one of Harry's meatballs. "Sheesh!" he replied and ate the meatball he stole whilst thinking of ways he can get Harry back that doesn't have anything to do with food. More like getting him back with ways in bed.

Harry chuckled and twirled some more spaghetti onto his fork and ate it. In a glimpse of his eye, he thought he saw someone he knew. "Uh, Draco?" he whispered, trying not to sound panicked but knew in his voice Draco would be able to see it.

"Yeah, Harry?" Draco whispered back while twirling some spaghetti onto his fork and eating it. He hadn't an idea why they were now whispering. It wasn't until he noticed Harry's panicked body language that he began to worry.

"I think I saw someone we know..." Harry kept whispering to him, looking away from the window and hid the side of his head facing the window behind his hand. "What do we do?!"

"Who did you see, Harry?" Draco asked quietly, seriously, leaning closer over the table. "Who?"

"I'm certain it was... but perhaps it wasn't," Harry said slowly, uncertain if he really did see who he thought he saw. "Let's just say it was Snape that I saw. I think. I mean, I know that long nose from anywhere."

"Did you see wizarding robes?" Draco asked as he took a sip of his water, and he could see Harry thinking for a moment before he shook his head of messy unkept hair. He remembered earlier this morning and how he didn't see Harry's scar. It was like it never existed and the whole Harry Potter thing was erased. "First of all, darling, where's your... scar?"

Harry lifted his fringe up with a smile, displaying a scar-less forehead. "In the bathroom this morning, I ran into Ivy," he began to tell him. "She helped me do my err... makeup." Draco just smiled at Harry, finding it quite adorable how Harry would get all prettied up for him. Even though he applies a lot of hair gel to do the same but mostly to look good.

Harry continued his explanation and reached his hand over to intertwined hands with Draco, "Ivy helped me apply the foundation - it did an excellent job of hiding my scar so if we decide to do this again, we could without being recognized." 

"Well, you look absolutely stunning with makeup on," Draco admitted with a loving smile and squeezed their hands together. Harry's mascara made Draco realize just how long and perfect Harry's black lashes are. "And I mean it with all my heart. You're so handsome, Harry."

Harry blushed rose red; he could feel his cheeks starting to hurt from the amount of smiles he's given today. "Thank you," he practically squeaked, returning the loving smile. "You too, Draco. I mean - very handsome beautiful - you are very - yes." After replaying what he had just said he folded an arm over the table and hid his face in it and groaned; he wanted the chair to open up into a black hole and swallow him into the dark abyss. 

Draco chuckled; he loves seeing the red tinge appear on Harry's lovely cheeks. It is so beautiful, so very Harry. With his free hand he reached over and glided it through Harry's soft, messy raven hair.

"Ahem," the lady who served them interrupted with her friendly smile. "May I ask if you're done with your food and drinks?"

Draco looked up at the lady and gave her the best smile that doesn't tell her to go away. He did want her to go away just so he's alone with Harry again. "Oh, why yes! We thank you very much for your assistance and the food," he said gratefully. Harry only just gave her a thumbs-up, still embarrassed at himself. 

"It's my pleasure," said the lady kindly as she grabbed their plate. "Make sure to add us on Facebook and write a review, so you can get a 35% discount on your next meal in the future."

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He knew now what Facebook was, but didn't have it so how could he write a review? Maybe an Owl will do them well? Or, since Ivy has a phone, he can ask her to write a review for him. "Umm... sure," he said slowly. He hoped he sounded optimistic enough and not too disbelieving. "We will do that. Thank you."

Harry downed his water, got up off his seat and decided to go pay for the food but Draco had stopped him. "Where are you going?" he asked softly, looking up at him curiously.

"I'll be right back, I just need to pay for our meal," Harry replied, gave him a kiss square on the lips with a smile and walked off towards where the counter was.

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Draco said quickly before leaving his seat, his Prada held tightly in his arm and caught up to Harry by the register. He wanted to see how these muggle devices work with cash again. Harry turned back around to come face-to-face with his boyfriend. He smiled and then turned back to the brown-haired man behind the counter with a chubby face.

"Hello," the man said with a friendly smile at the two boys. "Will it be EFTPOS, card, or cash to pay for the twenty-five pound meal?"

"Cash," Harry said as he dug into his jumper pocket and fished out 25 pounds. He handed the man the cash and his other hand that was beside his waist was touched by a soft hand which he could tell was Draco's. Warmth flowed through him from it. "Enjoy your evening, sir!" He then turned back to Draco, intertwined their hands and kissed him quickly.

"So, we going to the movies now?" Draco asked, excited to go and see whatever this movies thing was. All he knew was that the movies kind of resembled a wizard's photo where they move but couldn't see you.

Harry smiled at his excited boyfriend and replied with an easy "Yes, if you want to." Then they walked out of the restaurant. Harry decided they had enough of the mall, although he enjoyed seeing Draco looking around in astonishment - just like he did years ago when visiting Diagon Alley for the first time with Hagrid. 

Out back in the sunshine, Harry scanned the busy streets they walked on and to their luck, there was a map of the district they were in. He led Draco over to the map in the middle of the street on a white board showing that part of London and where certain places were. Harry scanned the map while Draco zoned out staring ahead at the street and Harry noticed a blue dot that represented the cinema which was a fairly small walking distance away.

Harry was the first to break the small amount of silence. He wanted to know what Draco would rather do first. "Movies or art exhibition first?" he asked Draco's cheek and pondered if he should kiss that soft cheek in public or not. He has done it before.

Draco gave an excited smile and squeezed Harry's hand. "Movies, please! I can't wait to watch whatever we will watch. I've overheard Finnegan and Thomas in the corridors talk about how a movie called The Titanic is the most romantic movie ever made. Well, to them it is."

It took a moment for Harry to comprehend who this Thomas guy was before he realized Draco meant Dean Thomas. He agreed though. Titanic was definitely ranked one of the most romantic but sad movies in the globe. "Yeah, that is true," he said with a happy sigh. "Do you even know what it's about though?"

Draco shook his blonde head. "Do tell me - but not all of it."

"Well," Harry started, "It's about two young people who fall in love on a boat, but the boat hits an ice burg at midnight and sinks, and the man dies but the woman survives." He glanced at Draco who looked uneasy. "We don't have to see that movie. There will be other movies to watch."

"Er- ok, that's a bit grim and saddening," Draco says flatly, frowning. "I guess the romantic part will make up for the sad parts to come, yes?" 

Harry shrugged as he said, "I guess so. 

He and Draco proceeded to the cinema, passing many smiling and not-so-smiling people on the way there. They passed a guitarist singing 'Hotel California', a guy playing a ukulele, and a guy painted in all grey who was literally sitting on nothing and looked like a statue. Who bloody knows? It could just be a statue. Yet, Harry saw the bloke smile. He knew what he saw.

Draco smirked as he remembered he still hadn't asked Harry who his first kiss was. He really did want to ask who it was. "So..." he said with a prolonged 'o'. "Remember that game of Truth or Dare we had earlier this morning with Ivy?" Harry hesitated before nodding, and so Draco continued. "Well, it so happens to be that I still don't know who your first kiss was."

Harry sighed. He was really wondering how Draco would react if he found out who his first kiss was with. Should he tell or should he not? Oh well, Draco was bound to find out sometime. "Fredrick Weasley," he whispered to him but loud enough for Draco to hear.

Draco raised an eyebrow curiously at him. "Interesting..." he said rather slowly and in disbelief. What he wanted to know is how the kiss happened. "How was it, though?"

Harry gave his boyfriend a questioning look before answering, "It was weird, like kissing a brother." He shrugged. " Fred said it was hot."

Draco chuckled at how obvious the twin is. Knowing Harry's kisses, they were far better than hot. But then he sounded stern, "However, if he does try anything on you, like tries to kiss you again, you come straight to me! Got it?!"

Harry chuckled at his overprotective boyfriend. "Got it, Hunny. Understood. Now, who was your first kiss?" He was eager to know who had stolen Draco's first kiss. Even if it was with a girl, he wouldn't mind. He just wanted to know. He's totally not jealous of the other person. Ha-Ha!

"Be glad I don't kiss and tell, Harry," Draco said with a halfhearted laugh as he gives Harry's hand a gentle squeeze. 

"How is that fair at all?" Harry said at once, smiling slightly at the blonde's face. "I told you who my first kiss was. Don't I deserve an answer?"

"Nope," Draco replies quickly. "That's all you'll get from me, Harry. You can guess but I won't be answering."

Harry gave a sigh. He knew it was best to leave the question behind them in the dust. Draco smirked at Harry's reaction and that's when Harry realized they were at the cinema already. The cinema was a massive old building, with a gigantic red billboard out front that read 'Goosebumps. Presented by...'. Harry and Draco stopped to look up at a giant building with pictures of movies on show.

Goosebumps, Titanic, Charlotte's Web, Saw 4 and plenty others.

So, in they went, Harry and Draco walked around the cinema looking around at the games room, the café, and a big line of muggles near a counter. Draco was transfixed on the arcade and all the gleaming lights. Harry's only been to the cinema once and that was with Mrs Figg a long time ago when they saw Rio 1. Harry knew he and Draco appeared lost, so he looked around for someone who worked at the cinema, finally spotting a bloke looking their way. 

"Hello gentleman, how can I help you?" asked a young brown-haired man with brown eyes and a kind smile. His uniform was a red and white striped polo shirt, and his pants were just black jeans. His name badge, in red and white colours spelled 'Steve'.

Harry looked up at the tall bloke. "Uhm... Hi," he said and gave the man a small smile. "We'd like two tickets to see the Titanic, please."

Steve looked down at the boys' intertwined hands and smiled brightly at them. "Certainty! But it would be a 40-minute wait," he informed them. "Titanic doesn't start until 1:20 pm and it's currently 12:40 am." He looked down at his watch, "12:44 actually."

"Oh, it's okay," Harry said repentantly with a wave of his hand in dismissal of the subject. It just means he and Draco will have to find something else to do for a while. "We'll come back later then. Thank you, sir!"

"It's no problem at all," Steve said with the same kind smile. "And sorry for the inconvenience. On our website it tells you what movies we'll be showing during the day and when the movie starts and finishes."

Before the man turned to leave, Draco wanted to know where to pay for the tickets. It would look like he and Harry were lost souls wandering around the earth. "Oh, by the way. Where and how exactly do we pay for a movie?"

"First time at the movies?" Steve asked curiously. Draco nodded. He pointed to the big line of people to the side of the room. "You go up to that big line of people over there and wait until you're at the front. When an employee asks for the next person, you go up there and say what movie you'd like to see. If you want snacks or drinks for the movie, just ask. Also, to see a movie, it's 20 pounds for the both of you to go in together. For individuals it costs 10 pounds. Is that all you want to know and ask?"

"Yes, thank you," Draco said and smiled at the man, wondering if he'd be a Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Gryffindor if he would be a wizard. He has this thing where anyone he sees out in the muggle world; he would like to guess what house they would be if they were a wizard and attended Hogwarts.

"And again, it was nothing," Steve said with a hand wave of dismissal. He looked quite pleased with himself, and the boys thought that he really should be. He gave both boys one last smile and turned to leave.

Harry watched the man leave and then turned back to Draco. Since the movie wouldn't be on until later in the afternoon, he and Draco could actually go and see the art exhibit for a while. "Well, we have plenty of time to see that art exhibit if you'd like?"

Draco nodded and smiled at his boyfriend. He was definitely in the mood to see some artwork created by muggles. "Certainly!" he said, and a flush appeared on his skin out of excitement. "We just need to find out how to get there."

"True," Harry said with a small sigh but knows he and Draco will just have to find a sign that tells them where the place they want to go is. "Let's head off then." Both boys walked hand in hand out of the cinema, not knowing exactly where the art exhibit was until they came across another map of the district. The art exhibit wasn't too far from where they were, so they started walking.

Harry then remembered the pamphlet he was given by Cedric. Lucky for him, they came across a drug store and since Draco had the lubricant Cedric gave to him, he wanted one to keep with himself so if he and Draco do decide to have a fun time in his bed again, he would be prepared. "Wait right here," he said as he quickly kissed Draco's cheek and then walked into the store leaving a confused Draco behind. The door closed behind him with a 'ding' of a bell and Harry walked up and down the aisles, looking for the correct item he needed.

He walked by all the weird Muggle sex toys and condoms until he found what he needed. He saw lubricant bottles with different kinds of flavours, he couldn't decide on which to get so he got a peach flavoured one. He went up to the counter with a young black-haired, brown eye male and paid for the lube. He had a purplish bruise on his neck which Harry could only guess was a hickey.

"Thanks, have a good time," the young male said, winking at Harry with a wide grin on his face.

Harry blushed deeply, thinking his face could roast marshmallows with how hot it felt. He did not know what to do or say. So, he just nodded and walked out of the store, putting the lube in his pocket.

Draco walked up to the store and decided to wait by the window. He was overwhelmed with just how many Muggles came flooding in and out of every store. He became distracted by some Muggle man walking his two adorable looking dogs: one a very curly haired black dog and the other a large fluffy white pom-pom looking dog. In a matter of minutes and watching the dogs walked by, Harry came out of the store with a small bag but stuffed it into his pocket before Draco could see what it was.

"You, done?" Draco asked as he leaned on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and was looking at Harry curiously with an eyebrow raised. He was feeling the need to see what Harry hid in his pocket.

Harry nodded with a side-smile and started walking towards the Gallery, Draco catching up to him, intertwining their hands with a curious smile. He actually likes being out in the muggle world now as he could express and show the world that Harry is his boyfriend and that he loves him so much.

When nearing 'The National Gallery', they took in the sight. It was a huge building with eight gigantic pillars at the entrance. The whole building had to be around 300 years old, with a length of about two Quidditch fields. 

Harry and Draco gasped in amazement as they entered through the large oak doors. The ceiling of the gallery had to be as tall as the Great Hall and was covered with a beautiful mixture of gothic and baroque architecture all around the edges and sides of the roof. It was an amazing sight, seeing such a historical building still standing. Harry and Draco walked through the ginormous building, looking at all the paintings that are centuries old, even the Mona Lisa was there in her golden portrait.

Harry told Draco all he knew about the Mona Lisa, and how she's been described as the best known, the most visited, the most written about, the most sung about, the most parodied work of art in the world. Even about the fact that her eyes are supposed to follow you where you go. Although, there was one painting that stood out the most.

Harry turned to Draco who was staring at a portrait of a screaming guy with his hands on his face. "Hun, we're definitely being watched," he whispered seriously with a small frown. He just hoped they weren't going to be found by anyone they know. But even if someone they knew from Hogwarts were here, what could they be doing in the muggle world?

Draco looked at his oblivious boyfriend with a quirked brow. Does Harry not see the muggles they're surrounded by? "Of course, we're being watched. This place is crawling with muggles!"

Harry sighed. He would have figured Draco would have acted like that. "No, I mean by someone we know", he whispered when leaning his head closer. "Come with me and pretend you don't know who it is." Draco nodded and followed his boyfriend slowly.

Harry took Draco to the very familiar portrait of an old man with a white beard and a sunset orange robe. "Hmm. This guy is interesting. Let's see..." Harry looked down at the nameplate under the portrait. "Albus Dumbledore... What an interesting name, don't you think?" he asked his boyfriend who tried his best not to look creeped out.

Draco nodded; he'd never expect to see a picture of his Headmaster in a muggle Gallery. He tried his best to act like he never knew the guy in the portrait. Besides, the Headmaster could appear in any painting and watch from anywhere. He's like a spy. "Without a doubt." Draco chuckled at the information about his Headmaster. "Look! It says here that he's a wizard. I wonder if he knew Merlin..."

Harry was surprised at his boyfriends' acting skills; he didn't think he would do a very good job at it. Turns out, he was very wrong. "Maybe so," he says simply. "I don't even believe in the stories of that round table garbage... If it was real - cool, no bloody brilliant!"

Draco chuckled. Although he felt a bit guilty that he was making fun of his Headmaster. "Marvelous robes, though! They look as though they are made of silk - what a fancy bloke! I bet on my wardrobe he enjoys High Tea." 

Harry smiled at his boyfriend and wondered if Dumbledore would enjoy such a fancy rich people thing. He knows the old wizard likes tenpin bowling! "Anyway, we should start heading back to the theatre. I bet it's going to start soon."

Before Draco could answer back, a tall slender figure with black, neck-length hair walked in front of them. Harry froze to the spot, thinking shit, it's Snape. However, the man was wearing muggle clothes. Black jeans, a Pink Floyd t-shirt and a leather jacket. Yeah, that's definitely not Snape, he thought with a chuckle, until the man turned their way. Long nose, greasy black hair, the usual sour expression.  "Shit," he muttered under his breath. 

The man raised his brow at Harry, then turned to the blonde beside Harry and looked down at his bag. "Prada? Really? You look more like a Birkin boy, if I do say so myself."

Harry felt a huge amount of relief as he heard the man's soft London voice. He could have laughed. This was definitely not Snape. Severus Snape cannot be soft. "Oh, he does. Nathaniel here has a whole wardrobe of Birkin, Balenciaga and Prada." Thank Merlin Draco told him about Blaise Zabini's collection of muggle bags earlier.

Draco looked to his side at his boyfriend, a blonde eyebrow raising at the name. But he knew Harry was just making up a story and without the use of his own name which confused him quite a bit. Nathaniel? "Why, yes, I certainly do," he says quite formerly in the voice he'd use when guests visit Malfoy Manor. He looked back at the older man who had such a familiar smile. "I'm Bolyne. Nathaniel Bolyne."

"Do pardon us, though," said Harry, trying to sound posh as well. "We've a movie to see. Sorry - I'm Jack by the way. Now we have to run -" He started moving around the guy, Draco eventually following behind him, making their way to the exit.

"You two better be back in Hogwarts by three, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy - nice fake names by the way." 

Draco felt Harry hesitate; he knew it to begin with. He knew that rare smile from somewhere and those dark eyes.

"You know Hogsmeade weekends are only for trips to Hogsmeade, is it not?"

Draco looked back and gave the man an innocent smile. He must be under a glamour. A voice glamour. "I'm sorry sir, but we assume you have the wrong guys," he said boldly, straightening his back a little more, his Prada bag swinging back and forth as he and Harry headed for the exit. "We have no idea who Potter or Malfoy is."

Severus Snape hidden under a few glamours knew that voice, and those grey eyes, that blonde hair too. Not to mention Potter and his green eyes, the green eyes that used to be Lily's. He swiftly followed them and stood in the way of the exit.

Harry gave the man an ignorant look, "I'm sorry sir, but we are no Potter or Malfoy. I'm not sure who you are but you are disturbing our date. So, if you will be so kind, please leave us alone so Nathaniel and I can head to the movies."

"Although, do you even know what the movies are?" Draco added with a cheeky grin, wanting to add to the conversation and make it more amusing. "You look like you haven't left your house in ages. Or what it appears to me, a damn cave."

Snape glared at the two boys and their rudeness. Could he have been wrong? Surely not, the only way to tell if they're telling the truth is Potters scar and their wands. Snape glared at Potter, or who he thought was Potter and looked up at his forehead. Surprisingly, there was not a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Snape raised his hand to the boy's hair and lifted his fringe up, blinded by a clear forehead.

Harry winced as Snape touched his forehead, hoping so much that the foundation hadn't run off of his skin. "Um... Sir? Can you please stop touching me, or I'll call security," he stated firmly, narrowing his eyes at his professor and took a few steps back.

Snape hoisted his hands away from the boy he thought was Potter, then he turned is head to look at Draco. "Draco, who is this boy?" he asked the whitish blonde-haired boy coldly. "And may I please see both of your wands?"

Draco gave him questioning and confused look. "My name isn't Draco, sir," he said with what he hoped looked like an honest smile. "This is my boyfriend, Jack DeVoiur. What do you mean wands? I'm not a cosplayer pretending to be someone I'm not." He knows what cosplaying is from Ivy.

Harry blushed, still not use to the term 'boyfriend'. He wrapped an arm around Draco's arm and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder just to show his affection to Draco and how much he loves him.

Snape glared at Draco then looked around the room, seeing Muggles minding their own business or looking at the paintings. Quickly, he got out his wand, muttered a few searching spells at the two boys, sighed and put his wand away. "Well, I apologize for my misconception. I'll leave you two to... your date."

Harry looked at the man with confusion, furrowing his brows. "I don't know if I should be scared or laughing at you and your cosplaying, sir." Draco nodded in total agreement, not exactly knowing how to reply to Harry.

Snape cleared his throat, cheeks pink and looked utterly embarrassed. "Well, have a pleasant afternoon," he said as he stormed away. Harry and Draco watched as their professor walked off, probably trying to find an apparition point.

"That was interesting, who do you think he was?" Draco asked innocently like he just didn't see his Potions professor in muggle London. It was actually quite fun acting as someone else. It was like playing a character in a book. Just a character who doesn't have magic, nor rides a broom or has the most handsome boyfriend in the world.

Harry caught on to what Draco was saying and shrugged. "I'm not sure, to be honest," he replies flatly. "He looks like he could either be a cosplayer or some Gothic man. Oh, do you think he has some relation to batman?"

"Yeah," Draco agreed with a nod at the suggestion that Snape was a cosplayer. But then he looked at Harry with furrowed eyebrows, confused about what a Batman is. "Batman?"

"Never mind," Harry muttered with a smile, knowing about the legendary DC superhero. "It's just a... err... I'll tell you later." Draco nodded at him curiously and Harry winked at him, "Nevertheless, don't we have a movie to see?"

Draco smiled brightly and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. Harry smiled gratefully and intertwined his and Draco's hands together. With one last kiss to Harry's cheek which reddened Harry's face a little, they then started heading back to the Cinema.

Instead of walking directly to the cinema, they decided to walk along a boardwalk to take up time. They watched the boats move across the harbor and off into the distance, the men and women jogging up and down the boardwalk, the dogs running after or beside their owners. They even stopped to watch a school of fish swimming by the pier, and after the fish had disappeared out of sight, the boys continued towards the cinema.

As soon as the boys had neared the big old-fashioned building, they began to feel even more excited. Draco and Harry walked into the cinema hand in hand and went straight to the line of Muggles. It took about 5 minutes of waiting in the line and casually taking two steps every 10 seconds until they got to the front of the line.

"Next, please?" asked a young blonde woman behind the counter. Her red and white name tag read 'Christie'. She wore the same uniform as Steve did.

Draco and Harry stepped forwards to greet the young woman. Harry looked up at the movie titles and smiled at the one Draco wanted to see. His boyfriend was in luck. "Hello, we're here to see Titanic," he said with a little smile, which Draco found very adorable, and he couldn't help but smile too.

"Okay, is it just the two of you?" the woman named Christie asked. Harry and Draco both nodded. "Are there any snacks or drinks you would like?"

Harry got out the bundle of money and gave the lady the required 20 pounds. He looked at what everyone else in line was getting as he had no idea what most of what was on the menu was. As he saw a bunch of people beside them grabbing what was popcorn and a cup of coke, he decided to order just that. "Hmm, two medium-sized popcorn and two medium-sized cokes, please?"

Christie nodded at them with a smile and gave Harry and Draco their tickets for the movie then got to making their drinks and popcorn. Harry took his and Draco's tickets and glanced up at his surprised boyfriend looking at everything on the menu. Draco scanned the menu and didn't know what popcorn was but would try it any day for Harry.

"That would be 30 pounds in total," Christie said as Harry grabbed an extra 10 pounds and gave it to her. She handed them their popcorn and drinks. "Thank you, enjoy the movie!"

With drinks and popcorn in their hands, Harry and Draco proceeded to theatre number 3 where Titanic was being played. They stopped halfway to a man who wanted to see their ticket, so they gave it to the man and waited for the man to tell them they were free to go in. Harry and Draco entered through cinema 3 and decided to sit down on the right side at the top.

Throughout the movie, Draco had broken down into tears, mostly because of the sad but also very romantic scenes of the movie. Whenever Draco began to quietly sob during the movie, Harry kissed his cheek, told him it was alright and let Draco rest his head on his shoulder. Harry held in his tears, not wanting to break down in front of Draco or anyone around them. He'd have his cry later tonight when alone in his bed up in Gryffindor Tower. 

Draco and Harry walked out of Cinema 3 an hour later, chucked their empty popcorn containers and cola drinks in the bin and headed out of the Cinema. Harry looked around the cinema, feeling as though it should be nighttime after being in a dark room and watching a movie on the big screen. It was just a feeling he had. He's felt the vibe once before but a long time ago. 

They started walking back to the shops ready to pick up the items they brought earlier and take them back to Hogsmeade. Harry got a glimpse of the time that Big Ben displayed, and it said it was around 2:15 pm. They had enough time to go back to the shop to gather their clothes. It started to get pretty cold during the evening so Harry and Draco kept themselves close together so their bodies would warm each other up. They walked past the same spot where the two men were playing their instruments as well as the spot where the guy just sat down like he was a statue.

Both boys sighed to themselves, remembering earlier in the day and their lunch date, the time in the gallery and actually seeing Snape in the Muggle world. Both boys laughed at the memory of their potion's professor apologizing for interrupting their date as well as believing the lie they told him. Finally, after talking about their fun day, they were at the front of the store of Burberry.

Harry and Draco, holding each other's hand, walked into the store and went up to the counter where a guy with short brown shaggy hair, a peace necklace and a red, green and yellow tye-dye shirt was shown underneath a plain black t-shirt.

The hippy guy gave Harry and Draco a look of disgust as the saw that they were holding hands. "Hey man, may I help you?" He sounded quite revolted when talking to the two younger boys. Harry saw the look the man gave them and started to frown, feeling the familiar depressive thoughts surround him again.

Draco saw his boyfriend's reaction to the man's facial expression and knew Harry was going to be shy. He looked at the man sternly, trying to mimic how strict Professor McGonagall looks. "Actually yes, we brought clothes this morning and asked for them to be on hold until we got back. Which is now..."

The hippy man snorted like he didn't care and folded his arms on the counter. "Yeah man, it's just below the register," he said with a point downwards, purposely making the two boys in front of him have to wait.

Draco stared at the staff member in disbelief, even wizarding store staff members were never this rude. "So, may we please have our purchases?" he asked nicely with a hard smile. He will sue this guy when he tells father about him.

The hippy guy gave the boys a grievous grin. "Sure man..." He hesitated and reached below the register to pick up a few bags of clothes. "But man, I'm going to let you know that God didn't create Adam and Steve. No, that is very unnatural, and God thinks so too. So, if you know what's good for you, you better leave each other and find a pretty lady to please."

Harry began to feel the sting of tears form in his eyes, but he blinked them away and felt immediately pissed off. The hippy man gave them their purchases and once Harry had his two bags (the other one Draco's bag that he was willing to carry) he stood behind Draco. 

Draco couldn't believe his eyes at this guy. He could tell Harry was upset about this. "Okay, no... Firstly, how dare you speak to us that way," he spat. "We're still humans too! Besides, your opinion doesn't matter! And how would you know what your so-called 'God' says. He doesn't exactly answer back to you, now does he. For your information, Love is Love, it doesn't matter who you like. Whether it's with girl's or boy's, you love who you want. Don't love who your parents want you to love, love who YOU want. Who cares if your parents don't like you preferring to love the same gender, it's not their job to say who you need to marry or produce a kid with."

The hippy man stared at Draco with shock, horror, and anger. He was about to say something but a familiar-looking young lady with brown hair and olive skin as well as another girl with blonde hair and mauve skin came out of nowhere from the side of the shop. "Yeah, no," they chorused together. "We're with the LGBTQ."

"Bi pride, stand up!" said the blonde girl with a smile. But then her face turned serious when looking at the man. "Okay, bitch... firstly, you mess with them," she pointed to the two boys. "You mess with us and all the rest of the LGBTQ squad."

"Squad?" the Hippy man sneered. "Like man, what Squad? I only see two little girlies who should be in school educating themselves on Adam and Eve. The correct way to love someone. It should be man and woman, not both genders liking the same gender."

The brown-haired girl waved a hand airily to say she doesn't care what he thinks. She really didn't care. "Mate, that's your opinion and it doesn't matter to us, so fuck off and go back to doing the job you get paid poorly for."

The blonde-haired girl snickered. "And don't be rude to your customers," she told him boldly. "Do you know that you can lose your job for that?" She placed her hands on both of her hips. "Especially two people who are in a huge group that protect one another. There's probably people who work here that are gay too and there's not a lot of homophobes like you around."

The Hippy man was at a loss of words. He straightened himself up to look intimidating and said, "Man, go back to school and learn about the correct way of loving someone. Being straight has been the correct way since the start of time itself so go find yourself some boys to fuck."

The brown-haired girl broke into a fit of laughter. "Mate, we graduated High School two years ago," she said, grinning like a madman. "We don't need to go back; we think you do! You need to go and learn about how to accept someone for liking what and who they love. Not us."

"Get out of the shop, you sluts!" Snapped the hippy man. Both girls stared at him with smirks and shook their heads. They weren't escaping until they finished their job.

"How about, no," said the blonde-haired girl. She crossed her arms over her chest as she's not going anywhere.

"And the definition of 'Slut' you used is wrong, man," said the brown-haired girl with a giggle. "A slut is a girl who has many casual sexual partners." She knew there were a few lesbian sluts but really, there were only a few. She just wanted to emphasize a point in this conversation.

Harry knew what those swear words meant since he's been living with Muggles since he was born. Especially the kids he went to primary school with. They were horrid, feral little things! Some of them were anyway, 

"Ugh, gay makes me puke," the hippy man said in a disgusted tone of voice and wrinkled his nose. He didn't seem like he could be around these four teenagers anymore and to the girls, they were amused with what they could do and say to the man to make him run away.

The blonde-haired girl giggled and replied with, "Then don't deep throat so far, dude." Both girls, Harry, and Draco laughed at the burn.

The hippy man shot them all angry looks. "You gay fucks!" he yelled angrily.

Harry smiled faintly at the man and his temper. He thought he mas as well play along too. "That's a lovely offer, but A) I'm on a date with my boyfriend, B) I'm already taken by my wonderful boyfriend! and C) Spoken for," he replied and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek.

The hippy man rolled his eyes arrogantl with a 'Can't these kids go away?' look. "Well, if men marry men and women marry women then who will produce children in this world?" he asked the four teenagers.

The brown-haired girl giggled at Harry's roast and gave the hippy man an evil grin as she said, "Hopefully not you."

"Oooooh, burn!" the blonde-haired girl replied loudly and shot up her arms proudly. Harry and Draco both laughed at the girls and their really good comebacks.

"Whatever!" the man replied angrily. "Get out of the store, fags!"

The blonde-haired girl got out her phone and dialed a number. "Actually mate, hold that thought." The girl put her phone up to her ears. "Hello?" she asked to her phone.

"Good afternoon, how can Rivers assist you?" said a young female voice through the phone.

"Hi, um. I'd like to report a very rude employee of yours," said the blonde and held out her phone to her best friend so she could listen. "He had brown short shaggy hair, has a peace necklace on and always wear tye-dye shirts to work. Oh and, he also goes by the name of Pete. He's also called my gay friend's highly offensive rude names which I don't want to say out loud on the phone."

"Okay, so sorry for his behavior," replied the young female voice. "I'll talk to that store's manager and see what I can do."

"Thank you so much!" said the brown-haired girl to her friend's phone.

"Thanks for giving us this notice," replied the female on the phone. "Have a great afternoon!"

"Thanks, you as well!" said the brown-haired girl and disconnected the call, put her phone away and stared up at the employee. "I'm hoping I'll never see you in this place again. That will also teach you how to not act badly around us LGBTQ+ folk."

The hippy man scoffed and shooed the four teenagers out of the store. The four teenagers stood outside of the store in the cold afternoon. "Well, that was rude!" Harry said flatly.

Draco nodded at the answer. He noticed how Harry was keeping his feelings locked away behind shiny green eyes. He wrapped his arms around Harry loosely for a hug. "Sure was, Darling," he said quietly and giving him a kiss to the cheek to try and make his Harry feel better. He hesitated and looked over at the two girls in the hug. "Thank you."

"It's no problem at all, just helping out our fellow members of the rainbow," the blonde-haired girl replied with a smile. "By the way, I'm Layla, and my brownie girlfriend over here is Chloe."

"Did you just assume my gender?" Chloe asked her in imitative shock and put her hand on her heart dramatically. She smirked as Layla started to giggle at her response.

Layla gave her an evil grin, "Yes baby, I did." She then turned her attention back to the boys who were hugging in front of her. Her feature softened at the two showing love to each other. "By the way, may we ask who you guys are?"

Harry and Draco ended the hug, and both shared the same worried glances. They were asking non-verbally if they should tell the truth or not in case someone was still watching. "I'm Jack and this is my boyfriend, Nathaniel," Harry decided to say, lying straight to their faces and regretting it but they had to make sure they weren't being watched. "But unfortunately, we need to get back... home. It's nice meeting you."

"It was very nice to meet you, Nathanial and Jack," Chloe said sweetly with a friendly smile and a wave. "See you!"

Harry and Draco waved bye to the girls who walked off towards the eye of London. But Harry's wave was a tired one as he now just wanted to get back to his dormitory and stay there for the rest of the day after that exhausting match with that damn cashier. He doesn't feel like dinner right now. He gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek to let him know he's fine after that...incident.

Draco smiled as Harry had kissed him on the cheek and felt entirely happy. But then he saw the familiar numbness on Harry's face and grew concerned for his boyfriend. He knew if he asked if he was alright, he'd just get turned down, so he decided to leave it be for a while. "What was that kiss for, my darling?"

"That was for everything, Draco," Harry told him with a forced smile, hoping it looked real enough to fool Draco. He just didn't want to explain what he was feeling to Draco or anyone. He'll tell him some other day but just not today. "For standing up to that man, lying to Snape and most importantly, going out with me."

Draco gave him a loving stare and embraced him in another hug. Why wouldn't he do all that for his boyfriend? It is his job. He nuzzled his nose in Harry's neck. "It's no problem, my gorgeous Gryffindor prince."

Harry felt his cheeks redden even more and glanced up at the clock tower, seeing it's 2:30 pm. The tunnel that went from Hogsmeade to London must have been some sort of portal. It can't just lead to the other side of the country. "Leads head back to the giant pond where the entrance back to Hogsmeade is."

Draco nodded in the hug. He leaned out of the hug just enough so he could lean in to kiss his boyfriend. Emerald green eyes met with Silvery-grey eyes. They never lost eye contact until their lips had connected. Harry leaned in and felt Draco's soft warm lips brush against his own, as well as his warm breath against his mouth. It sent shivers down Harry's spine, but good shivers. Draco slid his hands up and around Harry's neck. Harry slid his arms around Draco's waist, slowly pulling him closer. When the boys were in need of air, they slowly let go of the kiss and were panting for air.

Harry leaned to whisper into Draco's ear, with a slight blush formed on his cheeks "I love you so much, Draco Lucius Malfoy." He gave Draco's earlobe a little nibble.

Draco had the same blush formed on his face but a little lighter and whispered back, "I love you too, Harry James Potter." 

Harry let out a soft laugh before replying with, "I love you more, Draco."

Draco shook his head, "That is not possible, my love." Harry frowned towards the floor before twining their hands together and walked back towards the gigantic botanical gardens.

As soon as Harry and Draco were back in the Botanical Gardens of London, they followed the winding footpath back to the familiar Oak tree. Draco watched as Harry dumped his shopping bags on the ground, walked backwards with his amazingly handsome smile even if he knew it was forced and unlatched their hands and walked up to the tree.

Harry walked to the back of the tree, grabbed his and Draco's wands from inside of the bird hole, placed his own wand in the pocket of his yellow hoodie and then gave Draco his wand back.

Draco grabbed the wand from Harry and placed it in the pocket of his jeans. He then remembered he and Harry still had Muggle money left over, and a lot of it to be precise. "Wait... what are we going to do about the leftover Muggle money?"

Harry thought for a moment, biting his lip. "Um... Keep it?" he said, raising his brows at the suggestion. "Or give it to Muggleborns when we get back to school? I'm not sure. If the Dursleys found out I have a pocket full of money, they would take it off me for sure and keep it for themselves."

Draco started to frown, knowing Harry would still have to go back to his relatives every holiday. If he must, he will kidnap Harry from that monstrosity of a family and take him to his family manor to stay the rest of the holiday. It might be a long explanation to his mother if she finds out, but he would take the risk. "Give the extra money to the muggle-borns, or we could donate it."

Harry looked at Draco in astonishment. He couldn't believe that Draco would donate money to charities or whatever else. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, you surprise me every day. I never in my wildest dreams would think you would ever think about donating money to charities."

Draco gave Harry his famous smirk and bowed down to him with a wink. "Well, Harry James Potter, it seems you don't know me at all." Harry rolled his eyes at him playfully and wrapped his around Draco's waist.

Draco smiled and gestured his hand at a bench to his left. Harry nodded and walked up to the bench with Draco by his side. They put their shopping bags on the seat together and sat down on the bench, staring mindlessly at a bunch of flowers in a nearby garden. "Oh! I have an idea, stay here!" He kissed Harry's forehead and then began walking down the small hill to the flowers. He recalled a memory from the gardens of Amare in Hogwarts.

Harry nodded and watched as his boyfriend walks down to the garden bed. To Harry, it appears that Draco grabbed a bunch of Buttercups from the flower bed and then proceeded to walk back up to the park seat to him. When Draco neared, Harry felt a familiar feeling of Deja vu and smiled.

Draco sat on the park bench next to Harry, brushed a strand of Harry's fringe out of his eyes and kissed his nose. "You're beautiful, you know?" he told him softly and watched the redness return to Harry's face.

"Oh, I know," said Harry, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder. "The same guy has told me that at least half a dozen times already." He looked up at him through his lashes and licked his lips lazily. Draco watched that pink flesh he loves attaching to his own lips moisten and become shiny.

Draco knew what Harry wanted and happily gave it to him. He leaned down, twisting his body slightly to the side and kissed Harry, feeling the familiar tingle of Harry's warm soft lips brush against his own. He wanted it to be a slow and memorable kiss, so he brushed his fingers over Harry's cheek until he had his fingers over the crook of Harry's neck. He felt Harry's soft hair tangle in his fingers. In a couple more seconds they broke apart, green eyes meeting silver yet again. He smiled lovingly at his boyfriend and looked down at the ground in front of him. "Sit down on the grass, please?"

Harry gave him a questioning look as he sat down on the grass in front of him. He really didn't know why Draco asked him to do it, but he did anyway. First thought that came to his mind was a massage. 

"Turn around and face away from me," Draco instructed softly. He leaned down and kissed Harry's nose in approval. "Also sit closer to my legs so I can trap you and keep you from running away."

"Why?" Harry asked with a chuckle and did as he was told. He had a little hunch of what Draco was about to do though.

Draco chuckled at his oblivious boyfriend and grabbed a Buttercup from the lot he collected. He then wrapped his legs around Harry in a hug-like position. He took out his dark blue hand mirror from his front pocket and gave it to Harry, giving a quick kiss to his cheek. He always keeps a hand mirror with him when going out into public places.

Harry smiled as his boyfriend kissed him on the cheek. He studied the mirror Draco gave him; it was a small but elegant hand mirror. Surely, he couldn't have fit it in his pocket, and he can't cast spells out in the open and underage. Harry turned the mirror to the side a bit, and he could see Draco completely, putting something yellow in his hair.

Draco carefully placed a small Buttercup on Harry's right ear, and one on top of his head and winked at Harry who was watching him through the mirror. He loves how the tiniest things could make his boyfriend react in any way.

Harry just continued watching his boyfriend in the mirror, but he glanced at himself a few times. He really can't help but wonder how someone so handsome as Draco could like himself. He felt Draco touch his hair, it gave him a nice warm fuzzy feeling inside of him.

He watched as Draco added more yellow flowers to his hair, twisting them in his raven locks so they'd stay in place. Suddenly, the boys heard a familiar crack and turned to that direction to see two girls holding hands with big smiles on their faces.

"Well, good afternoon boys," Ivy said with a smile. She was sucking on another one of her red lollipops she brought from Hogsmeade hours ago. She breathed in the air as she was glad to be back. But she'd do this day again if she could.

"Good afternoon, ladies," Harry and Draco chorused together. Draco was still putting Buttercups in Harry's hair and Harry was looking at himself and Draco in the mirror. Mostly looking at Draco.

"Well, it must be time to head back to school," Ivy said as she glanced up to the sun to see where it was in the sky. She knew without checking the time on her phone that it was around two fifty.

Draco frowned and pouted, not wanting to go anywhere right now. "Damn... I wanted to finish Harry's hair," he said while adding a few more Buttercup's to Harry's hair and smiled, admiring how beautiful his boyfriend was. 

Harry kissed the palm of Draco's hand. "I know you want to make me look extra fabulous, but you've done an amazing job of it already," he said sweetly, bending his neck back and looking up at him. Draco smiled down at him and gave him a little kiss on the mouth.

"Anyway, we really should head back before they close the gates and doors to Hogwarts," Ivy said as she zipped her purse open and actually took a look at the time. But she also took a photo of Draco and Harry together on the park bench.

Harry and Draco exchanged horrified looks at the thought of being locked out of Hogwarts during the night and grabbed their shopping bags from beside them. Harry, however, knew of the secret entrance into Hogwarts from in Hogsmeade so he could just take them through that secret entrance if they do get locked out.

Lavender's jaw dropped to the ground at how many bags she saw in the boys' hands. "Whoa, that's a lot of shopping you have there!" she said in complete shock. "How many stores did you go to?"

Harry shrugged and said, "Just one or two stores."

"Just one?" Ivy asked in disbelief. Even when she went shopping, she'd only get a bag or two full of clothes. Not several bags. Geez! How much money did they spend? How do they have so much muggle money? "Nice Prada, Draco. It suits you."

Draco grinned as he showed off his expensive bag to them, beside him Harry rolled his eyes. They then hurriedly walked towards the old Willow tree where the secret passageway lay hidden behind its dangling leaves. Draco didn't want to explain anything that could take him hours to explain, nor did Harry but they would, eventually. Ivy and Lavender giggled at the two lovebirds and walked back over to the Willow tree.

Harry and Draco followed behind the girls through the entrance way, both sneaking glances at each other without the other noticing. At last, the teenagers were out of the passageway and back in Hogsmeade behind the Hogs Head and Zonko's. From there they decided to head back up to the castle so they wouldn't miss out on dinner.

As the four teenagers entered the castle after a long walk from Hogsmeade with odd glances their way, they headed to the Great Hall for dinner. When they were right outside the Great Hall, Ivy pulled them behind a statue of a knight.

Ivy glanced around the corridor to see if there were students coming. When the coast was clear she took out her wand. "If Snape were really there, he'd know if you were in Muggle London because of your shopping bags. There's definitely no Wizard clothing brand named 'Prada' or 'Burberry', now is there?" Harry and Draco shook their head. "Hand me your shopping bags, please."

Draco and Harry exchanged confused expressions but gave Ivy their shopping bags. With a swish and flick of Ivy's wand and a whisper of "Reducio!" the shopping bags had shrunk down to the size of teabags. Ivy handed back Draco and Harry's teabag sized shopping bags with a smile.

Draco and Harry took their small shopping bags and put them in their pockets. Ivy put her wand back in her purse. "Now, whenever you want to turn them back into their normal size, say "Enlargo." Oh, and picture the shopping bags growing to its normal size."

"Okay," Draco said with a simple nod, finding that is a simple spell to cast and remember. "Sounds simple enough to me." Harry nodded in agreement. "Let's head inside, guys. I'm starving! Harry and I last had popcorn, and something called coca cola a few hours ago."

"Same, I'm hungry too," Lavender replied, patting her belly with a smile. It made Ivy laugh as they had just come back from Australia with full-ish bellies.

"But you ate just under 20 minutes ago," Ivy said and was really hoping to get an early night and take Lavender back up to Gryffindor Tower. Well, it was more on the lines of take her to Gryffindor and stay there also.

Lavender smiled; remembering the fairy floss she ate and whatever snags were. They were just sausages in a bun with tomato sauce. The Aussies call it a snag, but she called it a Hotdog. "Yes, but the Fairy Floss just disappeared in my mouth. It wasn't hard or chewy, so I couldn't swallow it. And I only had one hotdog."

"What in Merlin's name is Fairy Floss?" Draco asked curiously, raising a brow and wanting to know if that's true or not. To him, it sounded like Fairy's flossing their teeth. The sodding hell! Was that even possible? Could Pixies also floss their teeth?

Harry forced a smiled at his curious boyfriend. He really loves knowing something Draco doesn't. "It's a muggle food that feels like cotton, but you can eat it," he told him. "They come in different colours and flavours, mostly blue, purple, yellow and pink."

"Oh, sounds interesting," Draco said intriguingly and wondered what the cotton candy stuff tastes like. He turned his head to look at the girls." Where exactly did you get it from?"

Ivy sighed and started walking towards the entrance to the Great Hall with Lavender beside her. "Firstly, let's go inside because I am hungry, and as we're eating, we can talk about our dates." Lavender and Draco nodded in agreement, but Harry just wanted to escape and head back to Gryffindor Tower to the common room but decided against it as he didn't want anyone to worry about him. The three teenagers followed Ivy inside the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. As they sat down, they noticed Ron was at the Slytherin table with Blaise chatting away with other Slytherins as well as Hermione and Pansy.

Ivy searched the tables for something to eat. Finally, she had lasagna in her sights and cut a slice of lasagna and put it on her plate, took a bite and smiled at the deliciousness of it. "So, anyway, back to the topic of our dates. We went to a festival called the Royal Melbourne show in Australia, that's where we got the Fairy Floss."

"Isn't Melbourne one of the states in Australia?" Harry asked tiredly as he pushed his fish cake Draco gave him around his plate. It was now looking like a vomit paddy to him, with chopped up carrots, cheese, mince and whatever else was in it.

"Yeah, it's a state in Australia," Ivy said with a nod of her head. "Hence the name Melbourne. It was a great place to be and a great experience for Lavender and me."

Draco stabbed his fork into his half-eaten shepherd's pie. He knew what Australia was and what a state was, but he was a bit confused with why they named it 'Royal'. Did they have kings and Queens there? Draco shook the thoughts out of his head. They can't have. "What else did you get from the... err, show?"

"Nothing much," Ivy explained with a shrug and a grin to her face. "We went to a haunted house and oh my goodness, it was incredible! There were Gargoyles, vampires, ghosts and goblins. Needless to say, these monsters are what the Muggles think of them to be. They are nothing like what we wizarding folk know of them to be. We could have gotten show bags but decided against it."

Lavender took a bite out of her Garlic Bread and Hawaiian Pizza. The smell of the fresh garlic bread made Ivy gag a little as she's used to garlic bread dipped in blood. "I thought it was going to be terrible, but it actually was pretty funny. Muggles thinking that vampires and werewolves are what they call 'hot', because of some weird reason."

Ivy smiled at Lavender. "I'm glad you think so," she said sweetly as she kissed Lavender on the cheek. Lavender blushed but kept eating her Pizza with a smile. Ivy loves seeing her Lavender all flushed because of her. It was so cute.

Harry and Draco exchanged knowing glances at the two girls and smiled. Draco couldn't have been happier that his cousin finally had someone to share the love with. "So, tell us more about what happened with you guys today?"

Lavender smiled, remembering the whole day since the beginning. "First, we went to a zoo that's home to some crocodile hunter. Steve Irwin, I think his name is." She gave Ivy a questioning look to see if she was right. As soon as Ivy nodded, she continued talking about the day. How they got to meet and pat all of the animals, the foods they ate at the zoo. "We even looked at the muggle shops, I brought some muggle chocolate, and it was just delicious!"

Ivy smirked and cut her Lasagna into pieces with her fork, "Correction, I paid for the chocolate."

Lavender rolled her eyes playfully at Ivy and smiled. "Anyway, so after the zoo we then went shopping and got some swimming clothes and went to Bondi Beach in Sydney and swam with the dolphins. They're such magical creatures. Then we started making some new guy friends, who kept complimenting me even though it was very annoying."

Ivy groaned and hid her face in her arms on the table. She hated those guys. One of the guys even flirted with her but she told him she is taken. "You mean a couple of boys started flirting with you!"

Harry and Draco laughed at their jealous friend, who glared irritably back at them. Lavender nodded at the memory of the boys. "Yeah, but I didn't like either of them as they kept swearing and shoving each other to get me to notice them. Which I find pretty stupid, if I do say so myself."

Ivy rolled her eyes, not liking how those Aussie boys reacted when they were near her Lavender. Or soon to be her Lavender. The darn jerks.

Harry decided to end the awkward moment as he was tired and needed some rest. Well, he wanted to be alone. That is what he needed. "So, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now." He stood up from his seat, he hadn't eaten anything, but he really didn't care.

"It's been a long, fun and amazing day," Draco said with a big smile as he got up from the seat. But then as he saw the untouched fish cake on Harry's plate and frowned. How could he help Harry out right now with his eating problem?

"Alrighty then," Lavender said with a cheerful smile and she gave them both a small wave. "Goodnight boys. Have a good night rest."

"Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the dead bite," Ivy said and winked at Harry, wondering if her cousin will leave Harry's side all night or stay with him. She hoped for the latter. Harry narrowed his eyes at Ivy and her inappropriate thoughts that rushed through his mind as he and Draco exited the Great Hall. He couldn't show her his anger as she felt too numb.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows worriedly at Harry. "You okay?" He had to ask; it really was worrying seeing as your boyfriend doesn't eat. At least he knew that Harry had eaten lunch, an afternoon snack and occasionally breakfast.

Harry yawned. He just wanted to be left alone right now. "Yeah, just tired," he said and was glad to know that Draco worries for him but sometimes it just becomes too much, and he just wants to walk off and hide somewhere for the rest of the day. He loves Draco so much for caring for him, so much, but he just wants to be alone at times.

"Want to talk about anything, anything that happened today?" Draco asked softly in a soothing voice. He knew Harry would have been a little sad because of what that Burberry employer said to them both. He hoped it hadn't affected Harry more than it should. Sometimes he wished he knew how to do Occlumency so he could see what's bothering his boyfriend. Even if he did learn it, he wouldn't cast it on Harry as he knew Harry would want to keep certain stuff to himself.

"No, not today," Harry said and shook his head tiredly. "I just need a good night's sleep, that's all." He wished he had his invisibility cloak now so he could disappear under the cloak so hiding could be easier for him.

Draco nodded and intertwined his and Harry's hand to give the Gryffindor comfort. Or he hoped would help him a little. He really wanted Harry to tell him anything that worried or saddened him. Before he knew it, they were already at the portrait of the lady in pink.

Before Harry could enter the portrait, he turned around to face the blonde Slytherin wizard. "Goodnight, Draco," he said with a small, forced smile. Draco could tell what smile Harry gave him or someone else was fake or not, but even if it wasn't, Harry's smiles are always undeniably beautiful.

"Goodnight my Gryffindor prince, sleep tight," Draco said, reaching his hand down to intertwine their hands together. "Remember the bag in your pockets, use the 'Enlargo' spell to make them normal size."

Harry nodded. He truthfully nearly forgot about the spell. "Will do, my Slytherin Prince." He really felt special having Draco in his life. The Slytherin always tries to brighten up his days. But sometimes it just didn't work. He was numb and couldn't feel anything else besides love if Draco knew how to make him feel it.

"Good," Draco said softly. He gave Harry's nose a kiss, watching those cheeks of Harry's lighten a little with a tinge of pink. "I'd like to thank you for the wonderful day we had together, it was truly magical!" His trailed his nose kiss towards Harry's cheek and gave him a nice wet, lingering kiss.

Harry's forced smile grew at his boyfriend's gesture. He loved these little loving gestures so much. "It's no problem at all, I found the day absolutely amazing!" he said and closed his eyes as Draco continued to kiss his cheek. "I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Draco kept his loving smile at his boyfriend. "I love you too, Harry James Potter," he said when leaning away from Harry's cheek to say that. Soon Draco's eyes trailed down to Harry's lips that looked so warm and soft. They were something he needed, something he wanted, something that looked so inviting.

Harry saw Draco looking down at his lips. He knew what the Slytherin wanted and slowly wrapped his arms around his blonde wizard. He trailed his hands up Draco's back to his hair and felt the softness against his fingertips. "Just kiss me, Draco."

Silver eyes met emerald green eyes and he leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was passionate, both giving each other as much love as they could endure. Draco licked Harry's bottom lip, fighting for entrance. Harry, being tired, didn't let that happen. He teased and just continued to kiss Draco softly and lovingly. Harry felt himself getting sleepier and nearly fall asleep a little bit and decided to end the romance before he nods off into Draco's arms even if that doesn't sound too bad. He pulled out of the kiss slowly, hoping Draco got what he wanted.

Draco sighed and pulled out of the kiss but pecked Harry on the lips for fun. "Alright, sleepyhead. You may go now. I don't want you literally falling asleep on me, but that actually sounds nice, to be honest." He smiled at the thought of having Harry fast asleep in his arms. He wants it, but then he would have to carry Harry up to the Gryffindor boy's dormitory and he doesn't exactly have the strength.

Harry tried to roll his eyes but was too tired to do so. "Goodnight, Draco," he said tiredly. "Love you."

"Goodnight, Harry," Draco smiled at his boyfriend. "Love you too!" He watched as Harry said the password and entered through the portrait. That left him to head back to his dormitory for good night sleep.

Harry entered through the portrait, ignoring everyone who was in the common room and rushed up to the dorm. When in the dormitory, he found a reading Neville on his own bed. He couldn't decipher what Neville was reading. Only that the book had a light green colour, almost a mint colour and there were black letters that were too small for him to read.

Neville looked up from his book and smiled. "Hello, Harry," he announced his presence, making Harry hesitate a little before looking towards him. "I knew you'd be tired from your date with Draco, so I hope you don't mind that I watered your plant for the night."

"Umm... I don't mind at all," Harry said wearily and with a yawn. He made his way to his bed. "Thank you, Neville. You didn't really have to, but thanks." Harry gathered his Pyjamas from in his trunk and headed to the bathroom for a shower after hearing a faint salutation from Neville.

He returned back to the dormitory feeling fresh, hopped in bed and closed the drapes around him shut. He was frowning still even if he had a good day but there were some triggering things such as homophobia but he tried flushing those thoughts away. "Goodnight, Neville," he said sleepily to the red drapes surrounding him.

"G'night Harry," Neville replied and went back to reading his book but Harry didn't hear him as he had taken his glasses off and placed them on his bedside table. He then got under his bed sheets and slowly fell asleep, thinking about future dates he and Draco could go on.