Word Count: 817
Rating: PG-13 this part
Prompt: Day 8 traditional - red napkin
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them, not me. This is for mischief's sake, not profit.
Author's Notes: This is for slythindor100 's Christmas challenge picture prompts. Sequel of Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six & Part seven
Draco snuggled into his warm robes, the woollen cloth chafing his neck. He took out his wand and prepared to cast another Tempus but it wasn't necessary. Harry seemingly coalesced out of the snow, his dark cloak and tousled hair a welcome contrast against the winter landscape.
"Sorry I took so long," said Harry, nervously brushing his fingers through his unruly hair. "Kreacher wanted to pamper me. He fixed me kidney pudding."
"That would have defeated the purpose of my inviting you here." Draco smirked as he gently grabbed Harry's elbow, nudging the Auror towards the wizarding restaurant.
"Reckon you're right." Harry shrugged and opened the door, wincing at the melody enchanted into the silver bells. It was 'God rest ye, merry hippogriffs.'
"Reminds me of Hagrid's class," groaned Draco and then he took off the green and silver scarf which covered his pale neck. Harry licked his lips at the alabaster skin thus exposed, his gaze sliding towards Draco's chest. He wondered if the rest of the Slytherin was as appetising.
"Mr Malfoy, over here!" A dowdy witch wearing a plum-coloured gown called out to them, her wand pointing at a richly laid table.
Harry took off his glasses, wiping the crystals with the sleeve of his cloak. He gazed at the bright blob that was Draco's hair, blinking owlishly.
"Coming, Katherine!" Draco said in a jovial tone which surprised Harry. The blond grinned at him and waved towards a secluded corner of the restaurant. "Come on, this is my favourite table because it's next to the fairy lights."
Harry put on his glasses and the multicoloured blobs next to the table sharpened into yellow and green fairies. Grinning, he walked towards Draco.
Harry patted his stomach, groaning as the witch laid another dish in front of him. He grabbed the goblet and sipped the hot cider. Smiling at the sight of Draco tucking into his meal, his red napkin balled by his side, he couldn't help but quip, "The Gryffindor colours don't bother you?"
Draco smirked wickedly. "On the contrary, Potter, when I sent her the owl, I asked for this." He waved his fork at the table, decorated in red. "Couldn't do anything else for our first date."
Harry blushed hotly, his cheeks almost matching the napkin. "So this is a date? Do you expect something in return?"
"Only what you are willing to grant me, Harry." Draco licked his lips before spearing a piece of juicy steak. He lifted it to his mouth, biting into the tender flesh delicately as he stared at Harry.
The Auror hastily stuffed his mouth with red cherries to stifle his moan. Deciding to lead the conversation into less heated territory, Harry arched his eyebrows at Draco. "How did you find this cosy restaurant? Somehow, I don't picture Lucius coming here."
"You'd be surprised at how much Father has changed," Draco drawled and then sipped his goblet of Armagnac brandy. The kick produced by the liquor, Draco decided, had nothing on dining with the handsome Auror.
Waving the goblet at the other tables, Draco said, "Nevertheless, it was Luna Lovegood who recommended this place."
"Indeed. She works with Granger at Muggle Liaison." Draco shrugged. "And since Gringotts business forces me to travel all over the Muggle world, I need papers and other things."
"Reckon that's reasonable."
"What, Bill Weasley hasn't mentioned this?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows.
"No, he only says that you are doing well." Harry said, sipping his cider.
Draco nodded determinedly. "I understand, Terry does the same."
Startled by this piece of news, Harry forcefully put down his goblet. The cider sloshed all over the red napkin.
Draco smirked and fished his wand out of his robes; swishing it gracefully at the soaked cloth, he dried it with a spell. "Luckily, this isn't the ancient Celtic map you almost destroyed earlier, Potter."
"What?" said Harry, a bit thickly.
"The parchment you drenched in my study? I found it in a haunted dungeon in Castile. Pinpoints all ancient Celtic leys and…"
"No, no," said Harry forcefully, waving his arms. "Terry, what about him?"
"Well, he works at the Ministry," said Draco slowly, fidgeting with the napkin. "We struck a friendship during Eighth Year and he tells me how you are doing."
"So all this time…" Harry's eyes gleamed in the candlelight as he gazed hungrily at the flushed blond.
"Let's say that if Weasley hadn't asked me to your house, I would've wrangled an invitation from Granger."
"Hermione informs you, too?" said Harry, scowling at Draco.
The blond held up his arms. "Nothing like that. She works with Luna and the two are thick as thieves. Granger's not as irritating as she was at Hogwarts."
"Nor is someone else," mumbled Harry.
"Did you say something?"
"Err, nothing." Harry lifted his goblet and swallowed rapidly to keep from ruining the date which was going so smoothly.