dracoharry100 | The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 35

Title: The Potions Man and the Buyer, Part 35
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Challenge: stroke
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Harry and Draco meet up for their second real date.

Continued from part 34: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/123357.html#cutid1
or catch up with the entire piece at http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15290&chapter=39

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Harry applied gentle glamours and notice-me-not charms, so if they were spotted, their privacy would still be assured. Then, grinning with faked confidence, Draco took Harry’s hands and Apparated them to a hidden spot deep inside the Festival.

Draco had chosen wisely. They spent no money in all the time they wandered Edinburgh. Free performances abounded, and some of them were remarkably good! They watched short plays, jugglers, fire eaters and puppeteers.

He brought a picnic lunch, which they shared at Strathclyde Country Park, watching Muggles rowing crew through the lake, their oars stroking rhythmically and swiftly through the water.

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Hours after lunch, Harry dropped his head to Draco’s shoulder. “This has been such a lovely day,” he began.

Draco’s heart jerked painfully. “But?” he whispered. Nervous despite agreeing with Harry. It had been a wonderful day. He thought it still was.

“No ‘but’,” Harry said, smile lopsided and warm. “Unless you mean my ham-handed attempt to say I think I’m done for the day and want to head home?” He stroked a hand over Draco’s hair, lingering at Draco’s nape. “It’s only, we overdid it last time, in Portugal, and that meant neither of us was up for sex.”

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Draco felt his responding smile widen. “Are you saying, kind sir, that you wish to have sex with me?”

Harry took Draco’s hands in his and twirled him off the sidewalk onto the grass. Then he pulled Draco close and whispered in his ear. “I might be a bit more of a top than I’d previously understood,” he said. “It seems like quite the stroke of luck, since you are as unenthusiastic about topping as you’d explained. But my theory needs more tests, before I can be sure. And yes, I think you’re just the man to help me decide.”

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Getting to a private Apparition spot seemed to take forever, though Draco knew it was more like a ten minute walk. Why was Edinburgh so damn open? So full of festival-goers?

Finally, they found a nook and hid inside. Draco was ready to Apparate out immediately, but Harry had other ideas. He pressed Draco into the stones, simultaneously stroking his wand through the air, casting something to keep them alone.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Harry growled, gently biting Draco’s neck, his thigh between Draco’s. “I’m the luckiest wizard in England.”

“Scotland,” Draco teased.

“Right,” Harry agreed. “So let’s go home.”

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cont.: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/128926.html#cutid1