A Meeting By Chance

4. Parkinson Hall

The next event had Harry going all out.  He had called in the help of a professional tailor, and had a suit made specifically for him.  

Light blue in color, he paired it with just a jacket that could close with two buttons, showing off his magnificent chest once again, wearing no tie and no shirt.  Brown shoes and a belt stood out in beautiful contrast.

He had slicked his fringe a bit with a tiny amount of gel, and had replaced his glasses with contact lenses.  Striking green eyes in his handsome face - he looked breathtaking.  

He slapped on some aftershave and after grabbing his wand, left to go to the next bloody function, where he hoped he would see Malfoy and give him a piece of mind for being so cocky and losing his temper every time they talked.

Couldn't they have one conversation where no insults were thrown around?  Just once, couldn't they talk to each other like normal civil men?

This event was being held at the Parkinson Hall.  The home that Pansy Parkinson had grown up in.  He had never been there, and after receiving his invitation, had made an effort to find out exactly where it was.

He knocked on the door of the Hall, and was surprised when it was opened by Pansy herself.

"My god Potter, you look delicious darling", she gushed out, making the hero blush.  

He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

"And you look beautiful", he said back to her and held her hand while she twirled to show him her dress.

"Of course I do - I always look beautiful Potter", she said back with a wink.

"Absolutely", he confirmed.  

She took hold of his arm and linked hers in with his, and then said in a serious voice, "You always leave early Potter - tonight I will be watching you".

He licked his lips and laughed out loud, gaining the attention of others in the room.  He walked with her, greeting people, making polite conversation, answering questions, and when it seemed that they were getting a bit personal, he excused himself and went to the bar.

He ordered a glass of bubbly, and took a sip once it was in his hands.

"You look very handsome tonight Harry", said Luna who had joined him at the bar.

"Thank you Luna - and you look gorgeous", he complimented.

"Hmm, the only difference is that I'm not doing it to impress anyone", she said with a wink of her own, and after ordering a drink, made her way across the hall to go and speak to Seamus and Dean.  

Harry didn't have an answer for her, and loved the fact that his friends knew him so well, even if it did cause the gentle giant to blush.

His friends came to him and they spoke about what he was busy with all the other times when he wasn't attending functions.  He told them that he kept busy with his studies, because becoming an Auror wasn't for him.  He didn't want to be the big bad wolf chasing down bad guys anymore.  He was studying a variety of things, his heart not ready to decide where to actually settle. 

After a while, he lifted his head and saw that Pansy was talking to Malfoy.  Malfoy who looked angry.  

He was cute when he was pouting, thought Harry.  

Wondering what or who had upset him, he started walking towards them.

When Draco lifted his head and saw that Potter was coming towards them, he made some excuse to Pansy and left.  Harry saw it and tilted his head, wondering what he had done that made the blond want to hide from him.

He raised a brow at Pansy in question.  

"He's just embarrassed Potter - give him time to defrost", she said.

"Embarrassed?  About what?", he asked knowingly.

"About his behavior last time you saw each other.  He told me about it you know.  He hates himself when he does that, but you have to understand that Draco doesn't have a filter", she said.

"Oh I already know that.  He has nothing to be embarrassed about - it's what I love about him.  He always says what he means, and means what he says", replied Harry, taking a sip from his glass.

He stayed where he was with one hand in his pocket, and watched as Pansy left him to go and gossip with some girls.  With his bubbly finished, he went back to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and waited for it to be handed to him.

"Potter", came the snarky voice of Malfoy.

"Malfoy", nodded Harry again.

"Pansy told me what you said", he started.

"I'm glad she did.  I meant it you know", he said back in a husky voice, and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.  Draco followed the movement like a starved man.

They looked at each other in the eyes, and Harry thought he had never seen such perfection before.  Silver orbs that were the color of the moon on a cold night, he could get lost in them.  

He wondered if Malfoy kept his eyes open or closed while he was being fucked, and felt a stirring in his pants.

Clearing his throat - yes because that's going to make lustful thoughts go away - he took another sip of his whiskey.

"Where are your glasses Potter?", asked Draco.

"Sometimes I wear contact lenses", he said and took another sip and groaned at the taste - and the thoughts going on in his head.  

God this whiskey was so good, he might just have a second and third glass tonight.

"It suits you - it makes your eyes seem brighter", commented Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, did you just give me a compliment?", asked Harry in a teasing voice.

"Yes I did - but that's all you're gonna get", he teased back, not believing a word that was coming out of his own mouth.

"Pity. I was hoping for more", pouted Harry.

They stayed at the bar in silence for a short while.  

"No date again tonight?", asked Draco seriously, hoping to Merlin that there wasn't.

Harry shook his head and licked his lips.  

"No.  I told you - I don't do dates who don't fit my type", he said with a sigh.

"Are you going to bring a date with to the next function?", he asked really wanting to know.

"Do you want me to?", he asked back, wondering if Malfoy was going to bring one.

Draco let his eyes roam up and down the savior, knowing exactly what Potter meant, and felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Your call Potter - maybe I can judge them silently and tell you where you can improve", he whispered, the sexual tension reaching an all time high.

"I'll have to think about it - Are you going to bring a date?", croaked Harry.

"Perhaps I should", wanting to make Potter jealous and for him to make a move already.

Then Draco swallowed again, and said one more thing to give Potter a boost of confidence, not that he needed it, mind you.

"Blue looks good on you Potter", he said in a sexy voice.

"I look better naked Malfoy", and gave Draco a wink.

Before Draco had time to bite something back, he was called away by his friend Blaise, and when he turned around, he saw that Potter had already left.  

The fucking prat!