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

The First Date

Sunday Morning
20 September 2009
Draco's POV

I set down my comb and stared at my reflection in the mirror, ignoring its appreciative comments and shut my eyes.

Merlin, why was I so nervous?

It was just a date.

And Harry was my boyfriend, and I couldn't even count the number of times we'd fucked, so how could I even possibly be nervous?

We'd even navigated our way through not just one but two dinners with Mum at the Manor.

I smiled as I thought back to when I'd explained to Harry that she was expecting a "Mum-version" of our story.

"What?" he'd demanded, green eyes staring up at me as he'd curled around me, snuggling as close as he could, like he always did in his post-coital bliss.

"Merlin, Draco, what would we even tell her?"

"I assume she'll want to know how we met," I'd responded, trailing my left hand along his spine, my right arm wrapping further under and around him to pull him even closer.

"We could just tell her the truth. Then we won't have to remember all the details of a story later."

Harry had groaned and buried his face in my neck.

"Yeah, sure. That'll go over real well. Oh, gee, Narcissa, I was just looking for massive cock, and, as it so happens, your son has one, so it was bloody kismet, see?"

I couldn't help but laugh, despite thinking how absolutely mortified I would be if Harry actually had the gall to say that to Mum.

"I was thinking more along the lines of telling her we met through a dating app..."

"She's still going to wonder why we agreed to meet up, though," Harry had interjected, hands twining up to play with my hair. "That's the first thing anyone would ask."

I'd frowned in thought.

He was right, of course.

"We could still go with a selective version of the truth," I'd said slowly, thinking as I spoke, and Harry had eyed me warily.

"What?" I'd asked, giving him a quick kiss in an attempt to soothe his nerves. "Tell her the app pairs you anonymously with other users based on personality profiles and preferences and such."

Harry had snorted.

"Right, she's going to believe that," he'd joked. "I was desperately seeking a snarky blond with this unique, smokey, blue-grey eye colour... and I was having rotten luck finding that combination on my own."

"And you were so thrilled when the app led you to me, you decided to put our history aside because you just couldn't have enough of my beautiful blue eyes," I'd drawled, batting my lashes down at Harry, who'd giggled.

"Apparently not," he'd agreed, doing another one of his kitten-stretches up alongside me.

"I suppose you're right, though," he'd mused. "We should just tell her the truth but omit the embarrassing details. I'm sure she'll see through it, but I'm also guessing she's not going to press for those details, either."

Thankfully for the both of us, Mum had seemed quite taken with our story of a modern-day blind "date" (although, as Harry had predicted, she had raised a questioning brow when we'd called it a date and had refrained from asking any details as to what had happened on that first date), that had turned into a modern-day fling, and, was now well on its way to becoming something much more.