𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇/𝐃/𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄 2008

Sex, Happiness, Shiny Teeth and Other Things Worth Fighting For

Title: Sex, Happiness, Shiny Teeth and Other Things Worth Fighting For
Author/Artist: essie007
Pairing/Threesome: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sex, and Swearing
Word count: ~12,000
Summary: "Let me get this straight," Harry peered at Dawlish over the top of Malfoy's case file "Malfoy's brewed a potion that, erm, bottles Veela characteristics, and has without proper testing, research or Ministry approval ingested it?" Harry paused, waiting for Dawlish to nod before continuing, "Now you want me to guard him from the sexual advances of hormonally crazed bystanders, while he works on making an antidote?"

"Excellent, Potter. You were paying attention. That's the second time this week."

Harry was surprised to see the pale and uncommonly angular face of Draco Malfoy peering up at him from beneath his shopping bags full of self-cleaning dishware.

"I think you dropped this." Malfoy was holding out a packet of sponges that had fallen from the top of Harry's over-stuffed bag.

"Yes. Thank you."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly as Harry twisted around to retrieve the item, bringing his face into full view.

"Potter." He nodded coolly but politely.

"Malfoy," Harry returned. Then he turned back around, and tapped his foot awkwardly, hoping the queue would hurry up a bit.

This was somewhat awkward. What does one say to one's loathsome school rival turned useless war enemy turned vindicated respected member of society. Hullo, how have you been since last we spoke and you tried to kill me and I saved your life?

"How've you been?" Harry asked. He also smiled tightly but as he neglected to turn around and actually face Malfoy the whole exercise was rather pointless.

Malfoy coughed, and Harry could hear him shuffle his feet, in what Harry imagined to be discomfort.

"Fine. And you?"

"Oh pretty good." A pause. "How's your family?"

A tense smile. "They're well. And your-" Another pause. "Friends?"

"Also good. Actually that's why I'm here. Buying engagement presents for Ron and Hermione."

"They're engaged? That's...unexpected."

"Really?" Harry turned to face Malfoy, genuinely curious, "Why?"

"Hm?" Malfoy seemed thrown that Harry had veered from their unbelievably strained small talk. "Oh. Just back in school we all thought those two would kill each other if they ever actually started shagging."

"I always thought they'd kill each other if they didn't."

"That too."

Malfoy stared at Harry. Harry stared back.

"You're next." Malfoy said.

"Huh?"

"The cashier's free. You're next."

"Oh. Right."

Harry shambled over to the checkout counter with only a mediocre level of embarrassment.

"Do you want to get a drink?" Harry asked Malfoy, as he finished paying for his kitchenware. He honestly didn't know what made him say it. It was just that Harry hadn't seen Draco Malfoy in over three years, and now here he was, and Harry had always been the curious sort. Especially when it came to Malfoy.

"What?"

"You know, a drink. It's been awhile. We could talk. Catch up maybe."

Malfoy nodded, and that was that.