Valentine's Day Night
It had been a wonderful evening. Draco had met Harry at their rooms with a smile, a kiss, and a soft, "Happy Valentine's Day, love," before they had walked out past the wards. Draco had gently taken Harry's hand and apparated them to an out-of the way restaurant in Nice where he had reserved a table for two by the window, which looked out over the water. The food had been excellent, the sunset beautiful, and afterward they had just walked for a while along the quiet beach, enjoying the evening air. It was unseasonably warm for February, and the sky was bright with stars; it was a beautiful night. Neither Harry nor Draco had talked much; they didn't need to.
When they finally returned to Hogwarts, Draco opened the door to their bedroom and ushered a startled Harry inside. The room was lit only by the warm glow of candles, which gave off a faint jasmine scent, and the bed was made all in red, even the sheets, which were burgundy silk. On the nightstand sat a small tray of chocolates and strawberries, and two glasses of champagne, chilled by cooling charms. Draco smiled slightly and slid his arms around Harry's waist. "You like?"
When they finally returned to Hogwarts, Draco opened the door to their bedroom and ushered a startled Harry inside. The room was lit only by the warm glow of candles, which gave off a faint jasmine scent, and the bed was made all in red, even the sheets, which were burgundy silk. On the nightstand sat a small tray of chocolates and strawberries, and two glasses of champagne, chilled by cooling charms. Draco smiled slightly and slid his arms around Harry's waist. "You like?"