Fic: Something to Tell (HP)
Something To Tell
Harry/Draco | R | 1895 words
Ron and Hermione have something important to tell Harry. He's got something to tell them too, but he's afraid of their reactions.
Harry looked around the restaurant in surprise. It was nice. Very nice. And romantic. The lights were low and candles were burning on every table. Waiters in tuxedo shirts bustled around, carrying plates and bottles of wine. This was the sort of place Draco always took him to, not the sort of place he’d expected Ron and Hermione to ask him to meet them at. Feeling a little out of place, Harry glanced down at himself. Hermione had told him to dress nicely, but he felt slightly underdressed in his black slacks and emerald green button down.
“Can I help you, sir?” Harry jumped as a maitre’d in a tuxedo and gloves appeared out of nowhere.
“Er... I’m meeting some friends,” Harry replied. “Weasley, table for three.”
The maitre’d glanced down at his appointment book. “Of course. Right this way.” Harry followed the man to a table tucked away in a quiet corner. “I’ll bring the rest of your party over as soon as they arrive.”
Once the man had gone, Harry tried relax a little bit. He knew Hermione would sense his nervousness, but he couldn’t help it. She and Ron had asked him to dinner to tell him something important, but that wasn’t what he was nervous about. They’d finally started dating two years ago, right after the fall of Voldemort in their last year at Hogwarts. Harry was pretty sure that the something important was that Ron had finally proposed. He wasn’t nervous about hearing their news; he was nervous about their reaction to his.
Looking around the dim restaurant, Harry decided he’d have to bring Draco here sometime. He’d definitely like the place and he’d appreciate Harry taking him somewhere fancy. Just thinking of his boyfriend brought a smile to Harry’s face and a renewed sense of anxiety. He had no idea how Ron and Hermione would react when he told them that he’d been seeing Draco Malfoy for the past 10 months.
After Voldemort’s defeat, Harry hadn’t seen much point in continuing the rivalry with Draco during the remaining months at Hogwarts. They hadn’t been friends, but at least they weren’t enemies. At King’s Cross Station, just as they were preparing to leave the Hogwarts Express for the last time, Draco had come up to the trio and wished them luck. That had been the last time Harry had seen Draco until they bumped into each other at a Quidditch match between the Chudley Cannons and the Montrose Magpies. They’d started talking and had not realized the game was over until the stands started emptying out. They’d made plans to have dinner and catch up the next day. Now, ten months later, Draco was moving into Harry’s London flat.
Harry and Draco had decided to keep their relationship a secret from everyone until they’d decided they were serious about each other. They wanted to avoid the press and the incredulity of their friends. When Draco had agreed to move in they’d thought it was finally time to tell.
Harry stared at the tablecloth, trying not to fiddle with his silverware. He was getting more and more nervous as he waited for Ron and Hermione. He wished Draco was here to reassure him. Draco was excellent at that sort of thing. He always knew just what to say to calm Harry down. Unfortunately, Draco was off somewhere with Pansy tonight. It was just as well, Harry supposed. Ron and Hermione would not appreciate showing up only to find Draco there as well. Draco and Hermione had been on fairly good terms by the end of their 7th year, but Ron had still hated him. They were going to freak out; Harry just knew it. They didn’t even know he was gay, for Merlin’s sake.
“Harry!” Hermione’s squeal brought Harry out of his thoughts. Harry smiled and tried to seem as calm as possible as she sat down.
“Hey, mate,” Ron clapped him on the back before sliding into a chair across from him. “It’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you guys, too,” Harry said. “So, what’s the big news?”
Ron picked up a menu. “Let’s order first; I’m starving.”
“When are you not?” Harry replied with a chuckle. “Tell me now.” He could tell by Hermione’s face that she was about to burst with excitement.
Ron glanced over at Hermione, “Well... ” he began.
“We’re getting married!” Hermione burst out before he could finish.
“Hermione!”
“What? Oh, shut up, you were taking too long Ron,” She said, smiling.
“Congratulations! I was wondering when you’d get around to asking her, mate,” Harry felt himself getting caught up in his friends’ excitement, his nervousness almost slipping away. “So when’s the big day?” Just then, their waiter showed up. The three friends quickly ordered and Harry stood up from the table. “I’m going to go to the loo. I want all the details when I get back.”
*****
Draco Malfoy was bored. He’d taken Pansy out to dinner to tell her about Harry, but Pansy had been blathering on about Merlin only knows what for the last twenty minutes. He loved the girl, she was one of his best friends, but sometimes she talked too much. He had barely been able to get a single word in. Tired of playing with his food, Draco glanced up just in time to see a flash of emerald green and raven hair enter the men’s room. Was that who I thought it was? He wondered. “Pansy, darling,” Draco cut her off mid sentence. “Excuse me for just a moment.”
*****
Harry stepped over to the sink to wash his hands. This was the nicest restaurant bathroom he’d ever been in. Everything was polished to perfection. Next to the sink, there was a tray of towels to dry his hands on, another of mints and breath spray, and a bottle of cologne. He would definitely have to bring Draco here sometime.
“Come here often?” a low voice drawled from the door behind him.
Harry jerked up, emerald eyes meeting silver in the mirror in over the sink. “Draco!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Draco replied, slipping his arms around Harry’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I’m here with Pansy.”
Harry leaned back into Draco’s embrace. “This is where Ron and Hermione wanted to bring me to tell me the big news.”
“Did you tell them ours yet? Are they getting married?” Draco kissed Harry softly on the neck.
“No and yes. Mmm, that feels good,” Harry murmured as Draco began sucking on his earlobe.
“I know something that feels even better.” Draco turned Harry around to face him and kissed him deeply.
Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as Draco’s tongue met his. He ran one hand through Draco’s hair as the other slipped around Draco’s hips, bringing them closer together. Harry could feel his arousal stirring as Draco moved away from Harry’s mouth and began kissing down his neck. “See, I told you I knew something that felt better.”
Harry moaned again as Draco sucked gently on his collarbone. “Oh, god, Draco.” Harry slid his hand down to cup Draco’s ass. He shivered as their erections brushed together. “You are such a tease.”
“A tease?” Draco pushed Harry up against the wall next to the sink. “Who said I wasn’t going to do anything about it?”
“We’re in a restaurant, Draco. Anybody could walk in. We can’t... ohhh,” Harry cut off with a groan as Draco resumed sucking at his neck, his fingers slipping under Harry’s waistband to grasp his erection. He didn’t hear the door opening behind Draco.
“HARRY!!”
Harry and Draco jumped apart in surprise as Ron stormed into the bathroom. “What were you trying to do to him, Malfoy?” Ron grabbed Draco by the shoulder and shoved him away from Harry. “I said, WHAT do you think you’re doing ferret face?” he bellowed.
“Ron! Ron, stop!” Harry tried to put himself in between his boyfriend and his furious best friend.
Ron’s face was almost as red as his hair and his grip on Draco hadn’t loosened at all. “Stop? Harry, the git was going to hurt you!”
“He wasn’t hurting me, Ron,” Harry sighed. “You’ve got the wrong idea.” This was not going to go over well.
“See, I wasn’t hurting him,” Draco spat. “Now get your hands off me, Weasel.”
“Draco, be nice. Don’t make this any worse than it already is,” Harry pleaded with his scowling boyfriend.
“Be nice?” Draco jerked himself out of Ron’s grip. “Harry, he practically assaulted me and you want me to be nice?”
“Draco?” Ron narrowed his eyes. “Harry, what’s going on here?” he demanded.
Harry sighed. This was not how he’d wanted to tell his best friend. “You know how I said I had something to tell you and Hermione too?” Ron nodded. Harry gulped and took Draco’s hand in his. “Well, this is it. I’m gay. I’m dating Draco.”
Ron opened his mouth. Harry winced. Before Ron could start yelling again Harry quickly said, “I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner, but we wanted to wait until we knew we were serious about each other. Please don’t be mad. I love him and he’s moving in with me.” Ron hit the floor with a thud.
“Um, Harry,” Draco looked down at Ron. “I think he’s fainted. Want me to Enervate him?” Draco let go of Harry’s hand to reach for his wand.
“No! Yes. Oh, god.” Harry looked down at Ron too. “That didn’t go very well.”
Draco laughed. “True. But at least there was less yelling that you expected.”
“There will be when we wake him up.”
“Then let’s not,” Draco said. “Let’s go find Granger. We can tell her and she can revive Ron. Let him calm down a little.”
“Draco, I can’t just leave them.”
“Sure you can. Granger will understand. She can talk some sense into Weasley and you can see them tomorrow.” Draco smirked. “Besides, I want to go home and finish what we started in here,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. “I plan on showing you things that feel even better.”
Harry sighed again. “Okay. You’re probably right.” He grabbed Draco by the hand and pulled him out of the bathroom.
*****
Hermione looked up, her eyes widening, as they approached the table. “Hermione, I’m gay, I’m in love with Draco, and he’s moving in with me. Ron saw us in the bathroom, he knows, and he passed out on the floor. You should wake him up and talk to him,” Harry said as quickly as he could. “We’re going home. I’ll come over tomorrow. Bye.” Harry turned around and dragged Draco out the door.
Harry pulled Draco into an alley. “That did not go as planned.”
“It will be okay. Let’s go home and I’ll take your mind off it.” Draco put his arms around Harry and with a loud crack! they Disapparated.
As soon as they arrived in the flat, Draco pushed Harry toward the sofa. “Now for the taking your mind off it part,” he said, kissing Harry fiercely. “I love you.”
“Mmmm, I love you too,” Harry whispered as Draco unbuttoned his trousers and took the beginnings of Harry’s erection into his hand.
“Oh, no.” Suddenly, Draco pulled away.
“What’s wrong, love?” Harry asked.
“I forgot about Pansy!”
Harry/Draco | R | 1895 words
Ron and Hermione have something important to tell Harry. He's got something to tell them too, but he's afraid of their reactions.
Harry looked around the restaurant in surprise. It was nice. Very nice. And romantic. The lights were low and candles were burning on every table. Waiters in tuxedo shirts bustled around, carrying plates and bottles of wine. This was the sort of place Draco always took him to, not the sort of place he’d expected Ron and Hermione to ask him to meet them at. Feeling a little out of place, Harry glanced down at himself. Hermione had told him to dress nicely, but he felt slightly underdressed in his black slacks and emerald green button down.
“Can I help you, sir?” Harry jumped as a maitre’d in a tuxedo and gloves appeared out of nowhere.
“Er... I’m meeting some friends,” Harry replied. “Weasley, table for three.”
The maitre’d glanced down at his appointment book. “Of course. Right this way.” Harry followed the man to a table tucked away in a quiet corner. “I’ll bring the rest of your party over as soon as they arrive.”
Once the man had gone, Harry tried relax a little bit. He knew Hermione would sense his nervousness, but he couldn’t help it. She and Ron had asked him to dinner to tell him something important, but that wasn’t what he was nervous about. They’d finally started dating two years ago, right after the fall of Voldemort in their last year at Hogwarts. Harry was pretty sure that the something important was that Ron had finally proposed. He wasn’t nervous about hearing their news; he was nervous about their reaction to his.
Looking around the dim restaurant, Harry decided he’d have to bring Draco here sometime. He’d definitely like the place and he’d appreciate Harry taking him somewhere fancy. Just thinking of his boyfriend brought a smile to Harry’s face and a renewed sense of anxiety. He had no idea how Ron and Hermione would react when he told them that he’d been seeing Draco Malfoy for the past 10 months.
After Voldemort’s defeat, Harry hadn’t seen much point in continuing the rivalry with Draco during the remaining months at Hogwarts. They hadn’t been friends, but at least they weren’t enemies. At King’s Cross Station, just as they were preparing to leave the Hogwarts Express for the last time, Draco had come up to the trio and wished them luck. That had been the last time Harry had seen Draco until they bumped into each other at a Quidditch match between the Chudley Cannons and the Montrose Magpies. They’d started talking and had not realized the game was over until the stands started emptying out. They’d made plans to have dinner and catch up the next day. Now, ten months later, Draco was moving into Harry’s London flat.
Harry and Draco had decided to keep their relationship a secret from everyone until they’d decided they were serious about each other. They wanted to avoid the press and the incredulity of their friends. When Draco had agreed to move in they’d thought it was finally time to tell.
Harry stared at the tablecloth, trying not to fiddle with his silverware. He was getting more and more nervous as he waited for Ron and Hermione. He wished Draco was here to reassure him. Draco was excellent at that sort of thing. He always knew just what to say to calm Harry down. Unfortunately, Draco was off somewhere with Pansy tonight. It was just as well, Harry supposed. Ron and Hermione would not appreciate showing up only to find Draco there as well. Draco and Hermione had been on fairly good terms by the end of their 7th year, but Ron had still hated him. They were going to freak out; Harry just knew it. They didn’t even know he was gay, for Merlin’s sake.
“Harry!” Hermione’s squeal brought Harry out of his thoughts. Harry smiled and tried to seem as calm as possible as she sat down.
“Hey, mate,” Ron clapped him on the back before sliding into a chair across from him. “It’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you guys, too,” Harry said. “So, what’s the big news?”
Ron picked up a menu. “Let’s order first; I’m starving.”
“When are you not?” Harry replied with a chuckle. “Tell me now.” He could tell by Hermione’s face that she was about to burst with excitement.
Ron glanced over at Hermione, “Well... ” he began.
“We’re getting married!” Hermione burst out before he could finish.
“Hermione!”
“What? Oh, shut up, you were taking too long Ron,” She said, smiling.
“Congratulations! I was wondering when you’d get around to asking her, mate,” Harry felt himself getting caught up in his friends’ excitement, his nervousness almost slipping away. “So when’s the big day?” Just then, their waiter showed up. The three friends quickly ordered and Harry stood up from the table. “I’m going to go to the loo. I want all the details when I get back.”
*****
Draco Malfoy was bored. He’d taken Pansy out to dinner to tell her about Harry, but Pansy had been blathering on about Merlin only knows what for the last twenty minutes. He loved the girl, she was one of his best friends, but sometimes she talked too much. He had barely been able to get a single word in. Tired of playing with his food, Draco glanced up just in time to see a flash of emerald green and raven hair enter the men’s room. Was that who I thought it was? He wondered. “Pansy, darling,” Draco cut her off mid sentence. “Excuse me for just a moment.”
*****
Harry stepped over to the sink to wash his hands. This was the nicest restaurant bathroom he’d ever been in. Everything was polished to perfection. Next to the sink, there was a tray of towels to dry his hands on, another of mints and breath spray, and a bottle of cologne. He would definitely have to bring Draco here sometime.
“Come here often?” a low voice drawled from the door behind him.
Harry jerked up, emerald eyes meeting silver in the mirror in over the sink. “Draco!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Draco replied, slipping his arms around Harry’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I’m here with Pansy.”
Harry leaned back into Draco’s embrace. “This is where Ron and Hermione wanted to bring me to tell me the big news.”
“Did you tell them ours yet? Are they getting married?” Draco kissed Harry softly on the neck.
“No and yes. Mmm, that feels good,” Harry murmured as Draco began sucking on his earlobe.
“I know something that feels even better.” Draco turned Harry around to face him and kissed him deeply.
Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as Draco’s tongue met his. He ran one hand through Draco’s hair as the other slipped around Draco’s hips, bringing them closer together. Harry could feel his arousal stirring as Draco moved away from Harry’s mouth and began kissing down his neck. “See, I told you I knew something that felt better.”
Harry moaned again as Draco sucked gently on his collarbone. “Oh, god, Draco.” Harry slid his hand down to cup Draco’s ass. He shivered as their erections brushed together. “You are such a tease.”
“A tease?” Draco pushed Harry up against the wall next to the sink. “Who said I wasn’t going to do anything about it?”
“We’re in a restaurant, Draco. Anybody could walk in. We can’t... ohhh,” Harry cut off with a groan as Draco resumed sucking at his neck, his fingers slipping under Harry’s waistband to grasp his erection. He didn’t hear the door opening behind Draco.
“HARRY!!”
Harry and Draco jumped apart in surprise as Ron stormed into the bathroom. “What were you trying to do to him, Malfoy?” Ron grabbed Draco by the shoulder and shoved him away from Harry. “I said, WHAT do you think you’re doing ferret face?” he bellowed.
“Ron! Ron, stop!” Harry tried to put himself in between his boyfriend and his furious best friend.
Ron’s face was almost as red as his hair and his grip on Draco hadn’t loosened at all. “Stop? Harry, the git was going to hurt you!”
“He wasn’t hurting me, Ron,” Harry sighed. “You’ve got the wrong idea.” This was not going to go over well.
“See, I wasn’t hurting him,” Draco spat. “Now get your hands off me, Weasel.”
“Draco, be nice. Don’t make this any worse than it already is,” Harry pleaded with his scowling boyfriend.
“Be nice?” Draco jerked himself out of Ron’s grip. “Harry, he practically assaulted me and you want me to be nice?”
“Draco?” Ron narrowed his eyes. “Harry, what’s going on here?” he demanded.
Harry sighed. This was not how he’d wanted to tell his best friend. “You know how I said I had something to tell you and Hermione too?” Ron nodded. Harry gulped and took Draco’s hand in his. “Well, this is it. I’m gay. I’m dating Draco.”
Ron opened his mouth. Harry winced. Before Ron could start yelling again Harry quickly said, “I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner, but we wanted to wait until we knew we were serious about each other. Please don’t be mad. I love him and he’s moving in with me.” Ron hit the floor with a thud.
“Um, Harry,” Draco looked down at Ron. “I think he’s fainted. Want me to Enervate him?” Draco let go of Harry’s hand to reach for his wand.
“No! Yes. Oh, god.” Harry looked down at Ron too. “That didn’t go very well.”
Draco laughed. “True. But at least there was less yelling that you expected.”
“There will be when we wake him up.”
“Then let’s not,” Draco said. “Let’s go find Granger. We can tell her and she can revive Ron. Let him calm down a little.”
“Draco, I can’t just leave them.”
“Sure you can. Granger will understand. She can talk some sense into Weasley and you can see them tomorrow.” Draco smirked. “Besides, I want to go home and finish what we started in here,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. “I plan on showing you things that feel even better.”
Harry sighed again. “Okay. You’re probably right.” He grabbed Draco by the hand and pulled him out of the bathroom.
*****
Hermione looked up, her eyes widening, as they approached the table. “Hermione, I’m gay, I’m in love with Draco, and he’s moving in with me. Ron saw us in the bathroom, he knows, and he passed out on the floor. You should wake him up and talk to him,” Harry said as quickly as he could. “We’re going home. I’ll come over tomorrow. Bye.” Harry turned around and dragged Draco out the door.
Harry pulled Draco into an alley. “That did not go as planned.”
“It will be okay. Let’s go home and I’ll take your mind off it.” Draco put his arms around Harry and with a loud crack! they Disapparated.
As soon as they arrived in the flat, Draco pushed Harry toward the sofa. “Now for the taking your mind off it part,” he said, kissing Harry fiercely. “I love you.”
“Mmmm, I love you too,” Harry whispered as Draco unbuttoned his trousers and took the beginnings of Harry’s erection into his hand.
“Oh, no.” Suddenly, Draco pulled away.
“What’s wrong, love?” Harry asked.
“I forgot about Pansy!”