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“Mother, you cannot be serious! A blind date, really?!” said Crowley with anger in his voice as he glared at his Mother Rowena Macleod.
Crowley had recently woken up from the Empty by Jack Kline AKA the new God and after being released back to Hell found out that everything he knew had changed, including that his mother was now Queen of Hell.
Crowley was actually kind of relieved at this and so didn’t have any plans to take the role as ruler of Hell back from the woman.
“You said you wanted a break from everything for a while, so why not? Maybe a little bit of fun with someone will be exactly what you need”
“No! And besides since when have you ever cared about what I want or need anyway?!” said Crowley.
Rowena gave a sigh, “I’m trying to do better Crowley, let me make it up to you for being such a horrible mother, please”
Crowley was silent, it was true that he was tired and maybe this would make him feel better. He gave a frustrated and angry sigh, “Fine, who and what are they?” he asked.
Rowena smiled. “Excellent! He’s the Master of Death and a wizard who’s immortal, something that is quite rare with their kind. He’s quite handsome, I’m sure you’ll like him. His name is Harry Potter”
“Great…Looking forward to it already…” muttered Crowley.
“Now, it’s going to be on Earth so you’ll have to go up there to meet him…” began Rowena before being interrupted by her son.
“Yeah….Yeah, just text me the when and where mother. I’ll make sure I have something decent to wear for a date, I’ll even be a gentleman and bring flowers” he said.
Crowley then left to his apartment on Earth.
When he arrived at home to his apartment he prepared a nice suit to wear for the occasion and then had a drink of scotch before watching some T.V. For the rest of the night for a long time he just sat in front of the TV, deep in thought about the blind date he would soon go on.
The following day Crowley after dressing in the best suit and tie that he had left the apartment, bought a bouquet of flowers before heading to the location of the date.
The location of the date was a restaurant. Crowley didn’t need to eat or drink but he could if he wanted to. He probably wouldn’t eat much but he was fine with that, he could spend the extra time learning about his date and admiring his date from across the table.
He was hoping that if things went well that they could have sex or at least make out, afterall why not have a little fun together at the end of the date?
When Crowley arrived at the restaurant, he saw a man waiting for him and he quietly approached the man.
“’Hello, my name is Crowley. Are you Harry Potter? My mother Rowena arranged for us to have a date together,” said Crowley.
The man looked to Crowley and gave a nod, before Crowley gave to him the flowers and for a few moments the pair stared at each other.
This date of his named Harry was attractive, in fact Crowley considered him to be quite beautiful. the light blush on his face as he accepted the flowers included. The man was average in height though taller than Crowley was, he was slender but fit and had the appearance of a man in his late forties. The man had short, black messy hair, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead and vivid pretty green eyes behind a pair of glasses that were round and black. The man was wearing clothes that were quite suitable for a date that consisted of a suit, tie, and enclosed black shoes.
As Crowley looked his date up and down, he couldn’t help but be filled with a desire for the other, feeling very much attracted to him. He looked into the other man’s eyes and he was filled with satisfaction when he saw attraction appear in those eyes of vivid emerald green.
Well, now he really was genuinely hoping that the date would lead to sex.
“Pleasure to meet you Crowley, shall we go in?” said Harry.
Crowley gave a nod and they soon went inside of the restaurant.
Once inside the pair was seated to a table. They ordered food and wine before they were left alone together again.
“So, how do you know my mother, Harry?” Crowley asked.
He had been wondering if this blind date hadn’t been just another of his mother’s ways to hurt him or to further her own magical powers somehow. Harry was apparently The Master of Death afterall and being close to The Master of Death would have it’s uses.
“I guess she’s a friend. She helped me out with a spell a while ago and she kept on getting in contact with me wanting to talk.”
“I see,” said Crowley, still not trusting that his mother didn’t have some kind of ulterior motive behind setting up this date.
The wine was placed upon the table and glasses were given to them both.
Harry poured them both drinks of wine.
They started to get to know each other. Each one taking in turns in exchanging trivial bits of information.
Crowley found himself enjoying Harry’s company and learning about him.
He learnt that Harry was indeed an immortal being known as The Master of Death. Apparently, Harry had become The Master of Death at only eighteen years old and his aging had slowed down gradually until he finally stopped aging completely in his forties. As well as retaining the appearance of that age, Harry also healed too fast, didn’t ever get sick and couldn’t be killed.
He learnt that Harry lived a lonely life or rather lonely existence, having outlived all those he had once loved. Not wanting to experience the same heartache, he hadn’t dated mortals since or even at all for a long, long time.
He learnt that Harry had attempted to sell his soul in exchange to claim back his mortality, to live a normal, human existence even if it would be for a short while, but the deal was denied.
Crowley narrowed his eyes with anger at this, what stupid lesser demon had refused a deal like that? Crowley would have gladly followed through with the deal and given Harry what he had wished for, Hell would have acquired a valuable soul and would have had to collect Harry’s magic as well. Sure, Harry would still have to spend the rest of eternity in Hell amongst all the others suffering in Hell, but a deal would be a deal.
Crowley changed the conversation to lighter topics like movies, TV shows and pets. Topics of conversation that Crowley didn’t mind talking about and it seemed that Harry enjoyed hearing about the Hellhounds.
In exchange for this change of conversation Harry told Crowley about the wizarding world, about his own pet and about Quidditch.
They didn’t talk about family as Crowley didn’t want to talk about his mother…about how she had treated him throughout his long existence and the loss that he had experienced when his only son had returned back to the past.
The food soon arrived and Harry started eating, Crowley barely ate any of his meal as he didn’t really need to eat but he was fine.
He was satisfied, just as he had thought he would be, in just admiring the other male and getting to know him.
Later upon leaving the restaurant Crowley took Harry back to his apartment and they went inside.
For a while they sat on the couch, continuing to drink and talk, and at some point Crowley kissed Harry upon the lips.
With his hands cupping Harry’s face, the demon kissed Harry and almost immediately felt The Master of Death’s magic and power.
The magic and power he could taste from Harry, mixing in with the taste of mortal food and alcohol, was delicious and he liked it. He wanted more, he needed more.
He moved his tongue into the immortal’s mouth and moaned, tasting more of Harry, tasting more of his power, he felt Harry kiss him back and if anything, it only made him want more of this wizard.
He kissed Harry, kissing Harry fiercely, passionately, making the wizard moan into the demon’s mouth over and over and over again.
“Let’s…..Let’s take this to the bedroom” said an breathless Harry when they finally parted.
Crowley smirked with satisfaction, giving a nod, he then followed Harry to the bedroom where after they both undressed they returned to kissing.
It wasn’t long before they were having sex, the room soon filling with groans, moans, and feral demonic growls.
Crowley slept that night, he didn’t need to sleep but he slept anyway and when he awoke he found out that his date had cuddled up to him, holding him close.
Crowley actually smiled, liking the way the wizard looked holding on to him, liking the way it was making him feel.
Days later Crowley, having immensely enjoyed Harry’s company, what they had shared together and wanting more, asked Harry out again. Harry agreed and they started to date.