Harry discovers Grindr and realises that he can screen his hook-ups according to his specific...needs.
What happens when he finds himself staring at Draco Malfoy when he arrives for his first foray into dating apps.
Started out as pure smut, but the...
I'd planned an actual date for us, having told Harry to block his next day off for me to take him out on a proper date.
And, I suppose, partly to make up how late this first date was, and partly because I couldn't do anything in moderation, I'd gone and planned an entire day, beginning with a picnic in the park and ending, if we made it that far, with a nightcap at my favourite champagne bar.
I'd told Harry to arrive at my flat around eleven, and a quick Tempus told me that it was now 10:50.
I gave myself one last glance in the mirror, taking in my navy slacks, white t-shirt, and light blue cotton blazer. I loved that it was made out of almost a hoodie-like material, making it snuggly and comfortable without looking like an actual hoodie.
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I couldn't help but grin as I made my way towards the reception, remembering my conversation with Harry regarding dress for our "date day."
"Harry, I said casual," I'd sighed, rubbing at my eyes as he'd asked one more time if jeans, a jumper, and trainers would be ok.
"I know," he'd replied. "But your idea of casual is quite different from mine."
He'd let his eyes trail over me, taking in my trousers and button-down, then looked down at his own jumper and jeans.
"And you want me to bring two outfits."
I'd rolled my eyes.
"You don't need to," I'd assured him. "It's just I wanted to spend the morning in the park and then take you out for dinner later, so if you wanted to bring something to change into, you could."
I'd paused, then grinned.
"I'm not even planning on wearing a suit once the entire day if that helps."
I entered the reception to find Harry already there, lounging on the sofa, looking, for all the world, as though he belonged there.
Which, I supposed, if I were being honest, he did.
"Hullo," I greeted him, sitting beside him and twisting down for a quick kiss.
"Mmm," he replied, returning the kiss eagerly. "Morning."
Merlin, he looked positively snog-able, dressed in tan chinos and a dark green jumper. The wide plaid pattern of a maroon, dark green, and white button-down peeked out from above the collar, and he'd rolled the sleeves casually up his forearms, using them to hold the sleeves of his jumper at his elbows, ready to pull down should he need extra warmth.
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