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“I can’t believe you’re making us do this,” Harry hissed in Draco’s ear as they entered the restaurant. “Don’t you think we have bigger problems to worry about than dinner with your parents?”
“I am not cancelling dinner with my parents just because you are in a bad mood,” Draco muttered, not looking at Harry. “This has been arranged for weeks.”
“So? One more week wouldn’t do any harm,” Harry said. “It would be better than sitting through this after that argument.”
“Which you started, might I remind you,” Draco hissed back, finally turning his head to glare at Harry. “All because I said I didn’t think you should put your name forward for that overseas mission.”
“Which, in my book, means that you started it!” Harry exclaimed, his voice rising enough to cause a few of the other patrons to turn towards them.
“Keep. Your. Voice. Down,” Draco said fiercely. “Do you want my father to think we’re fighting.”
“Draco, we are fighting,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes as they continued on their way to the table where Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were waiting for them. “I really think we should have stayed at home to sort this out.”
“Absolutely not. We can talk about your desire to abandon me for three months later,” Draco sniffed, quickening his speed as they reached the table so that Harry couldn’t reply. “Hello Mother. Father.”
“Draco, hello darling,” Narcissa said with a smile as Draco stooped to kiss her on the cheek. “Hello, Harry.”
“Hi, Mrs Malfoy,” Harry replied, quirking his lips in a quick smile before nodding at Lucius. “Mr Malfoy.”
“Potter,” Lucius replied coolly, returning the nod.
Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. Despite him dating Draco for five years now, Lucius Malfoy had still not warmed to him. He stood awkwardly beside the table for a moment while Draco seated himself next to his father and then took the free seat beside Narcissa.
“I’m so glad you could both make it,” Narcissa said, once everyone was seated. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had dinner together.”
“We wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Mother,” Draco replied with a smile. “Would we, Harry?”
“No,” Harry said in a slightly grudging tone. “Of course we wouldn’t.”
“Glad to hear it. I have better things to do with my time than rearranging dinner appointments with you,” Lucius remarked with a sniff.
“Lucius, behave,” Narcissa chastised. “This is your only son and his partner.”
“I’m not talking about my son,” Lucius muttered, rearranging the napkin that was in front of him.
Harry flushed, feeling anger rising in him as the urge to respond to the barb appeared. Before he could speak, he felt a light tap on his shin and when he looked up, Draco was giving him a warning look. Making a face, he clamped his mouth shut.
“Don’t worry, Father. We wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing you that much,” Draco said smoothly. “We were a bit late as we were having a discussion about Harry’s work.”
“Oh, really? And why couldn’t that discussion have waited?” Lucius asked, throwing an enquiring look at Harry, who opened his mouth to reply.
Again, Draco cut him off. “Because it was an important discussion, Father. It needed an immediate conference.”
“Well, if you say so,” Lucius sniffed. “I suppose you weren’t too late, as it happens.”
“Stop it at once, the pair of you,” Narcissa said. “We are here to have a nice meal. Now, we took the liberty of getting a bottle of wine already. We just need to order our food, so perhaps we should look at the menu.”
Harry picked up his menu in relief, glad that it gave him an excuse not to make eye contact with anyone. He always found these dinners uncomfortable because Lucius did his best to make them so.
As he ran his eyes down the list of dishes, he felt a light tickle on his leg. Frowning at the menu, he shook his leg to get rid of whatever it was. A moment later, the tickling feeling was back, but making its way further up his leg. He shook his leg again, tutting.
“Something wrong, Mr Potter?” Lucius asked, his eyebrow raised.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Harry muttered. “Just having trouble deciding.”
Draco rolled his eyes.
A moment later, Harry’s eyes widened as the tickle returned, this time much further up his leg. He had a sudden realisation of what could be causing the tickle and he dared to glance over the top of his menu at Draco, who was studying his own menu. Frowning, Harry turned his gaze down again. Then he gasped out loud.
“Whatever’s the matter, Harry?” Narcissa asked, her voice full of concern as she looked across at him.
“N-nothing,” Harry stuttered. The foot that had been very firmly planted against his inner thigh had been removed. “I just saw they’ve taken the chicken pie off the menu,” he finished lamely. He could have sworn that he saw a smirk on Draco’s face.
“Surely it can’t have been that good,” Lucius snorted. “Just pick something else.”
Harry frowned again and turned back to his menu. “I will,” he muttered. He didn’t know what Draco was playing at, but he couldn’t help but hope he carried it on when they got home.
The next few moments were silent as they all continued to study their menus. Eventually, they had all decided on what they wanted to eat and the server appeared to take their order. Harry’s thigh, disappointingly, remained untickled and he wondered if Draco had had his fun.
The three Malfoys made small talk as they waited for their food to arrive, with Harry contributing occasionally with a nod or a murmured agreement. Once their meals had arrived, conversation stopped as they began to eat.
Harry was halfway through his lasagne when he almost choked on the mouthful he was eating. Draco’s foot was back, making it way up Harry’s thigh.
“Potter, what is wrong now?” Lucius asked with a sigh. “Is your lasagne not to your liking?”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Harry replied, managing to sound coherent as Draco’s foot stroked its way further up his thigh. His muscles twitched with every stroke of Draco’s toe and he felt a blush creeping up his neck. “That bit was just a bit… hot.”
Draco snorted softly as he took a bite of his steak, and Harry wondered how he could be so composed while carrying out his teasing.
“Sweet Merlin,” Lucius muttered, going back to his own food.
Harry tried to catch Draco’s eye, but Draco was very determinedly looking anywhere else but at Harry. Grimacing, Harry began to eat again, but as soon as his fork was on its way to his mouth, he felt Draco’s toes move again. This time, they traced the outline of his cock through his trousers (which were decidedly more uncomfortable than when they started eating). He swallowed the mouthful of lasagne, along with the groan that wanted to make itself known as his cock twitched.
Draco’s face was impassive as he continued to eat and Harry cursed inwardly. Draco’s toes were continuing their tracing journey, repeating the motion that had caused such a reaction in Harry.
Harry didn’t know how he got through the rest of the meal, but he did. Lucius had questioned him several times, but had seemed satisfied with the responses he’d given and had gone back to his food each time with a roll of his eyes.
Now, they were walking through the door of their house in silence. Harry had refused to speak to Draco once they left the restaurant, and he was thankful that Draco took the decision to Apparate them home, even though he still hated travelling that way.
The moment that Draco shut the door behind them, Harry was upon him, pinning him to the door. “Did you have fun?” he asked, his mouth millimetres from Draco’s ear and his voice low. “In the restaurant?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Draco asked, feigning innocence. “The meal was lovely…”
“You know perfectly well what I mean,” Harry murmured, his nose bumping against Draco’s ear as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin.
“Maybe I do,” Draco breathed. “But it seems to me that it’s you who enjoyed yourself… it certainly feels like you did…”
“You are the worst,” Harry murmured, pressing another kiss to Draco’s neck, sucking lightly. “All I can say is that you’d better be planning on following up on that little display. Right. Now.”
“You’ve forgiven me then?” Draco asked, his hands on Harry’s backside.
“Draco, if you don’t get up those stairs right now, you’ll never know,” Harry growled, teeth nipping at Draco’s skin gently. “I have just sat through most of a meal with a hard-on, it would be nice for it to be worth it.”
Draco grinned, tightening his grip on Harry and Apparating them to the bedroom.
On arrival, Harry pushed Draco onto the bed. Pulling out his wand, he muttered a spell that saw both of them divested of their clothes. Tossing his wand onto the bedside table, Harry climbed on to the bed, straddling Draco and gazing down at him. “You really don’t deserve anything, you know that, don’t you?”
“Mm, I know,” Draco murmured, his eyes travelling over Harry’s body from his chest, down to the erection that was standing flushed and proud. “I wanted to take your mind off our fight.”
“Well, you definitely did that,” Harry replied, leaning down to kiss Draco hungrily. He groaned into the kiss, pushing his hips down so that his erection brushed against Draco’s rapidly hardening cock. “I’ve been waiting all night for this, you bastard.”
Draco kissed back, wrapping one leg around Harry’s as he did so. “Believe me, so have I,” he replied, his breath coming in short gasps.
Harry moaned again, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock met Draco’s once more.
For the next few minutes, neither of them spoke as the air grew warm around them and was filled with gasps and groans as they lost themselves to each other.
Finally, Harry rolled off Draco, breathing hard as he collapsed next to him on the bed. “Well,” he panted. “Was it worth it?”
“Absolutely,” Draco replied, his own breathing still laboured as he recovered from his orgasm. “What about you? Did that remind you of what you’ll be missing if you take that mission?”
“I’ll talk to Robards tomorrow,” Harry said, as his heart rate began to return to normal. “Tell him I made a mistake. There’s no way I can go without that for three months.”
Draco grinned as he gazed up at the ceiling. “Mission accomplished,” he whispered.
“You’re still a bastard for getting me all worked up at dinner,” Harry pointed out, poking Draco in the ribs. “I’m pretty sure your dad now thinks I’m even more of an idiot than he already thought.”
Draco chuckled, rolling onto his side so that he could look at Harry. “Your face was a picture. Did it feel good?”
“Did it feel good? Draco, you were one toe away from me seriously embarrassing us all,” Harry groaned. “I have no idea how I got through it.”
Draco grinned. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself,” he said, leaning over to kiss Harry softly.
“Yes, well. I’ll get you back. You won’t know when, but trust me, it’ll happen,” Harry replied as he accepted the kiss from Draco.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Draco replied with a smile, shifting across so that he could rest his head on Harry’s chest. “Should I warn my parents?”
Harry snorted. “Best not.”