Twist Of Fate *Muggle AU*

The Gift

A/N: second to last chapter! It's almost complete! I really hope everyone who is reading this is at least enjoying this. Next chapter will have smut!!! I'm sure this is the moment you were waiting for. It'll be up possibly earlier depending on my mood. Enjoy loves
Harry's POV

"Any dessert?" The waitress smiled, her eyes lingering a little too long on the both of us. Suddenly that ugly monster of shame, and insufficiency reared its familiar head. I squashed down the shame with an easy argument of, 'I am twenty-five years old, a grown ass man, and so is Draco. If this woman, or anyone else for that matter, had an issue with two men on a date, then that was their problem. Not mine.' I huffed at the thought in my head, confidence swelling momentarily. Then the insufficiency took over. Telling me that she was looking at us, clearly able to tell just how much Draco was out of my league. In his outfit with the maroon button up and gold ribbon tied in his perfect hair. Like a present. I gulped inwardly at that thought.

"Treacle tart." Draco answered with a smile, unaware of my brief inner turmoil, pulling me away from those ugly, nasty thoughts. The server nodded and walked briskly away from our table.

I met his eyes in astonishment, "You remembered?"

"That's all you used to eat at Hogwarts." He laughed, "You don't think I didn't notice? How else would I keep tabs on my enemy?" He winked at me, my heart did a flip, and he chuckled some more. I couldn't help but blush as he gave me this look, the very same indiscernible look he had given me once before. We left after dessert, and of course, Luna paid the bill. I pointed her out to Draco. She had her ever-watchful eye on us. Which gave us both a good chuckle as we walked to my car.

"I had fun tonight, even if it was with you Malfoy." I joked, looking away as I bit my lip. Part of me wanted to say more, say something else.

"Could say the same thing about you, Potter." He quipped, making me smile. The friendly competitiveness felt warm, felt comfortable.

"Listen, Draco..." I trailed off looking at the ground. I wanted to- to.... that was the thing. What exactly did I want? I felt awkward for a moment, as I racked my brain. 'You want him idiot!' A brave voice in my head screamed. It was trying to yell over all my doubts, my insecurities, my past, my baggage, and more. I realized that I actually really liked Draco, liked his company, his laugh, his cleverness, and witty humor. I was addicted to his attention, and I wanted more. I wanted to, what was it that he said earlier? Oh yes, I didn't want to go without giving this a chance. And that, absolutely terrified me.

"What? Scared, Potter?" Draco grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up, off the ground, at him. He smiled teasingly at me and kissed my lips softly - at first. My whole world shook, our bodies connected, searing hot. Electric sparks fired under every inch of my skin that touched his. Our eyes locked, and I witnessed a primal hunger clearly in those darkened gray eyes. I shivered and Draco pulled me back in for a deeper kiss.

Draco's tongue delved into my mouth, as if he were tasting a meal, ready to devour. And he did just that. My heart pounded so loud in my ears as our tongues danced, and our lips crashed. My breath came as ragged as his. He nipped the bottom of my lip softly, and I either gasped or moaned. I wasn't sure. What I was sure of is how badly I wanted that and didn't realize until it had happened. Even more so, how much I desired more of it. My whole body was both numb in shock and fully alive in pleasure. Draco pulled away, looking at me like he wanted to continue  as much as I did, if not more.

"Don't be." He finished and opened my car door for me. I practically tripped over my own two damn feet as I tried to sit in my car. Everything else except the feeling of his lips and skin on mine was lost in the moment. Some part of my brain acted automatically for me, closing the door, driving away. All before the rest of me caught up by the time I had I was already home. Walking through the door. Swearing loudly at myself for getting so swept up in the moment that I hadn't even asked Draco what I had intended to.