Confessions

Bathilda arrived at the Black Lake, Draco already there with a picnic supper. It's absolutely posh, as Bathilda's come to expect, yet thoughtful. Imported chocolates that she's hinted she likes, soft cheeses, Italian meats, elf wine and seemingly as a last-minute addition, chocolate covered strawberries. "I hope I remembered everything correctly," Draco said, his face showing just a hint of blush.

Harry chooses the next act. He smiles and tells him "It looks perfect, darling." Then, before his courage deserts him, Harry kisses Draco before letting Bathilda take over again. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I've never done this before. Properly courted someone, I mean. I want this to be real, for us to have a future together." Harry was startled by that. Wasn't this just supposed to cover their work on the Vanishing Cabinet? And why was Harry's heart fluttering in response. "I know we agreed this was just about my mission, but I've been drawn to you like almost no one else."

"Oh? And who would the other person be?" Bathilda asked

"No one you know. I haven't seen him since last year, and his goody-two-shoes friends haven't heard from him at all," Draco complained. Bathilda decided to let it go, but Harry knew that Draco was talking about him. Draco bloody Malfoy missed him! "Ah, but I don't want to talk about him. We're on a date, aren't we?" He grabbed a piece of cheese and salami and started eating, so Bathilda joined him. By the time they hit the strawberries, they were laughing and giggling at each other's jokes, leaning in close to feed each other. One of the strawberries dropped from Draco's hand and he reached down to grab it, only for his hand to slip under Bathilda's panties.