Salchows and Serendipity (Harry Potter/Winter Olympics Xover)

14. Date Night

Harry and Johnny had spent the afternoon shopping after Johnny had spent the earlier part of the day with the Sundance film crew out and about. Johnny had been adamant that he needed some things, or he would not be ready for the date. Harry thought it was just an excuse to blow off some steam and they had headed into the depth of Vancouver's shopping district and spent money neither of them could really afford. Johnny had found a shirt he thought would look delightful on Evan and promptly bought it and Harry was very unsurprised when Evan turned up to the date wearing it. Johnny had been right, it looked very good on the tall skater.

"What's that?" Evan asked when Harry held out a small silver circle that had been delivered to his room earlier in the day.

"A complimentary diners' portkey to take us directly to the restaurant," Harry said with a grin; "Draco had it sent round."

"The restaurant has portkeys?" Johnny's eyes were open in shock and Evan just looked confused.

"Draco only dines at the best establishments," Harry replied, rather enjoying Johnny's reaction, "and before you ask, no, none of us can afford to eat there, but Draco insists on paying. He said, and I quote; 'I have to spend the family fortune on something, and it might as well be apologising for the mess my father created yesterday'."

Johnny looked thoughtful for a moment, but then smiled.

"Do you have a sugar daddy, Jimmy?" Johnny asked sweetly.

Harry found himself blushing furiously; he had never thought of it like that. In his head he and Draco were the same age, but on the outside Draco was ten years ahead of him.

"Portkey," was all he said and the other two touched it as well.

The tugging sensation was as unpleasant as ever and Harry would have landed on his arse if it hadn't been for a very efficient member of staff, clearly in position to stop such things happening to the diners. The expression on Evan's face when they arrived was worth the whole trip. Johnny was of course perfectly balanced and had stopped Evan from falling over, but Evan's face looked like he had just got off a ride at Disneyland.

"One day I will learn how to take a portkey and not fall over," Harry promised himself after he thanked the man who stopped him landing on his behind.

"Just think of it as a double axel," Johnny said helpfully.

"Gentlemen, if you would come this way please," the Maître d' said with a smile, "Mr Malfoy is already at the table."

Harry straightened himself out, grinned at Johnny and followed the smartly dressed man down a small corridor. To his surprise they did not end up walking into a larger restaurant, in fact they were shown into a private room where Draco was waiting for them. Draco stood up as soon as they came in and Harry was very impressed by what he saw. Draco was wearing a chic suit which was beautifully tailored to fit him and everything about him screamed rich and good looking.

"Good evening," Draco greeted with a smile, "it nice to meet you all without a crisis going on."

"Thank you for inviting us," Johnny said with all due politeness, even though they all knew it hadn't quite been like that.

"Please," Draco replied, "have a seat."

Since there were only four chairs it wasn't really difficult to decided where to sit; Harry took the spot to Draco's right, Johnny to the left, and Evan opposite. The table was decked out with the finest linen and silverware and Harry felt just a little underdressed. It wasn't as if he had expected to need posh clothes at the Olympics apart from when he was on the ice.

"I've ordered some sparkling wine to start," Draco said and nodded at the waiter who was standing unobtrusively in the corner; "I find it gets the appetite going, but you're most welcome to order something else if you'd prefer."