𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄

Single Chapter

Title: Single Wizard Seeking Same
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for adult language and situations
Summary: Lovelorn Draco has been secretly pining for Harry for months. He's finally forced into action when ex-boyfriend Blaise shows up. A gift!fic for Prof. McKitten starring an awkward, smitten Draco and a cameo by Harry's chest monster.
Warnings: Oh, the fluff! The fluffy-wuffy fluff! Like being snuggled to death by a bunch of baby bunnies. Also warnings for clichés, possible OOCness and sex.

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Single Wizard Seeking Same

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Friday, 11:53am

La Vie En Rose

Draco Malfoy fidgeted nervously as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror at La Vie En Rose, the poshest French restaurant in all of Wizarding London.

Harry Potter was arriving at this restaurant in approximately seven minutes.

Only a few minutes until he's here, Draco thought to himself. Let's just go over things one more time:

Robes, tailored to fit perfectly and of highest quality?

….check.

Sexy, irresistible shag-me expression?

…double check.

The most enviable hair this side of the pond?

…..bitch, please. As if you have to ask.

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Back at his table, Draco kept his eyes on the front door, drumming his fingers nervously. A smartly dressed waiter appeared at his table.

"Bonjour, Mizter Malfoy. My name iz Pierre. Will ze Monsieur be tastezing our house wine zis afternoon?"

Draco lifted his gaze to the blonde man's face and fought the urge to laugh. The only thing faker than his waiter's accent was his hair.

"No, thank you," he said politely. "I actually have a little proposition for you…Pierre." Draco was quite sure the man's real name was more along the lines of Ernest or Billy, or possibly Stan.

"A propozition, Monsieur?" The waiter looked intrigued. "And wot iz zis…propozition?"

Draco successfully managed not to wince, smiling at the waiter instead. "I heard a rumour that Harry Potter will be dining here for lunch."

The waiter gasped. "HARRY POTTER? ZE Harry Potter?"

"The one and only," Draco said smoothly. He pointed to a nearby empty table. "If you take Mr Potter to that table, I'll see to it that ten extra galleons find their way into your tip."

"It iz done," the waiter said immediately, bustling off.

Draco smiled in satisfaction. Brilliant thing, bribery. His dad would be so proud.

However, with the waiter now gone and Harry's arrival imminent, Draco's nerves were spiraling out of control. His heartbeat sped up, and a thin sheen of sweat formed on his palms. He wished fervently that he'd ordered a drink, just to give himself something to do.

Finally, he heard his waiter's outrageous accent gushing behind him again, along with some familiar embarrassed muttering.

"Right zis way, Mizter Potter. It iz such an honour to haf you here! Ze finest foods and wines will be sent to your table at no cost to you."