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A Special Dinner, Harry/Draco, PG, 720 words
x-posted from LJ.

Title: A Special Dinner
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 720
Rating: PG
Warning: Highlight: **(nonsexual) semen consumption, ew**
Challenge: awdt's prompt You're very tempting but I can't. enchanted_jae's challenge This year is going to be different. harrylovesdraco's challenge #1 new or first
Notes/Disclaimer: I am not JKR, nor am I the creator of the product I have linked to in the fic. This fic is not to be taken as any sort of advertising for said product. Also, I have changed the product's name.



Harry closed the front door and leaned against it. Finally home after a frustrating day, he was surprised to smell wonderful, unfamiliar aromas wafting from the kitchen. Draco must have ordered from someplace new; the Malfoy heir never cooked.

Please don't let him be cheating on me, Harry prayed for the third time that week. They hadn't had sex for a fortnight; Draco kept insisting nothing was wrong, but even when Harry had stripped and offered him expensive cognac, two new porn magazines, and his favorite dildo, all Draco had said was, "You're very tempting, but I can't." Not that Harry was worried, no, not at all.

"Harry?" his partner called. Draco himself appeared moments later, still untying the apron that Harry usually wore. Beneath it he wore the tight gray slacks Harry loved and a green cashmere sweater that caressed his torso like Harry did.

"You cooked?"

Draco nodded. "This year is going to be different. I'm going to be a better boyfriend." His eyes looked huge as he drew Harry into a gentle embrace. "I know I've been selfish, and I wanted to make it up to you. Starting with this special dinner. I've been planning it for two weeks!"

He sounded so proud that Harry had to smile, even though he was still a bit suspicious that he was being bribed. "It smells good."

"It tastes good, too. Come on." He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him towards the dining room, settling him in a chair with a kiss to the top of his head. He'd set the table with the expensive china they usually saved for the Minister or Draco's parents. The room sparkled with candlelight glinting off crystal; Harry had expected to see a decanter of wine, but Draco handed him a tumbler and said, "White Russian?"

"Before dinner?" Well, it was Draco's evening, he supposed. He sipped the sweet drink. Draco had made it with a bit more milk than Harry would have liked, but he wouldn't say no to anything with vodka in it.

The meal was a procession of small plates. First, Draco brought out cheese-filled crepes and a green salad with a tangy cream dressing, then bowls of cream of asparagus soup. Draco was attentive and struggled to hide his anxiety over the meal, and Harry, reminded of the way he'd behaved when they were first dating, realized he really was trying to be good to Harry. Luckily, Harry didn't have to pretend to be impressed with the meal.

"This is amazing, Draco. I can hardly believe it's the first time you've cooked a meal all by yourself." He took a bite of his pork chop with lime aioli, licked a bit of the white sauce off his finger, and added, "You should do this more often."

Something flickered across Draco's face, but he said smoothly, "I really don't think I could go through this effort more than once a year. Two weeks, Harry! It was awful!"

Harry laughed. "Some people think choosing new recipes to try is fun."

"That's not---" Draco cut himself off, and rose to take their empty plates to the kitchen. He came back with flan. Harry really, really liked this new, improved Draco Malfoy.

"You're grinning," Draco told him after they finished the dessert and he handed Harry another White Russian.

"I was thinking. This is so nice. I'd thought---well, I was worried you were cheating on me."

Draco's eyes grew round.

"We hadn't had sex in two weeks! You kept turning me down. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Draco rushed to his side and threw his arms around him. "Oh, Harry, I wanted you so much! But I couldn't have sex---I was working on this dinner."

"I don't quite follow that reasoning."

Draco pulled back. "I got a new cookbook." He disappeared into the kitchen and came back hiding something behind his back. "I wanted to make a really special meal for you, but it took a lot of preparation." He held out the book.

"Draco," Harry said slowly as he stared at the cover of Cooking with Semen and tried not to think of the dinner he'd just eaten, "I think I liked it better when you weren't so nice."