Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Distractions Are Most Welcome

Wednesday Evening
26 August 2009
Harry's POV

"What are you up to? Grab dinner?" I texted Draco Wednesday evening as soon as I got home from practice.

I hadn't seen him since Sunday and was hoping he would be available, even if it was just to grab a bite.

Course, I was really hoping he'd say yes to dinner and a nice, long round of dessert afterwards.

I chewed my lip nervously, awaiting Draco's response.

I wasn't being weird or needy, was I?

I was allowed to miss him and want to see him after a few days, right?

Problem was, I still wasn't really sure what we were.

I knew he didn't want to "share" just as much as I didn't want anyone else touching him, but I wasn't sure how that translated to hanging out during the week.

Was he my boyfriend?

Or just a monogamous weekend fuck?

"Sorry, Harry," his response pinged back. "I've got a lot of research to finish tonight."

He waited just the appropriate amount of time for me to feel dejected before adding:

"You know I'd love to take you up on dinner, but we both know I won't get back to work if that happens."

Still, I reasoned.

The man had to eat.

I smiled to myself as I made up my mind.

I was going to bring Draco dinner.

***

I regretted it the minute I apparated into his flat, holding a bag of fish and chips from the local chippy up the street from me.

"Harry," he groaned, looking up from an enormous book sitting on his lap.

I held up the bag of food as I crossed the reception to where he sat on the couch on the far wall facing me.

"I... erm... thought I'd just bring you something to eat anyway," I said dumbly as I sat down on the couch perpendicular to his.

I set the bag on the coffee table, still not meeting his gaze.

There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for ages.

"Thanks," he said finally, placing his quill in the book and snapping it shut.

"But I've already eaten. And I don't like fish & chips."

He paused again and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

"I mean, I do like them, but I always feel like shit afterwards, so I prefer not to eat them."

"Sorry," I mumbled, staring down at my hands, not sure what to do.

"Don't be," Malfoy sighed, standing and moving to sit beside me on my couch.

"It was sweet of you to bring me dinner," he told me, leaning in to place a gentle kiss behind my ear. "I really appreciate that."

I leaned back into him, smiling shyly.

"What are you reading?"

Shit, Harry, I scolded myself. He can't talk about work.

"Erm..." Malfoy seemed to be having the same realisation as I was.

"Well, it has to do with the Erised case," he said at last, one hand carding lazily through my hair, other arm reaching round to pull me close.