H P universe One Shots

Delicate

Delicate.

Harry sighed as he twisted the open/closed sign in the front of the shop window, so it read closed. He just wanted to go home and have some beer. Maybe a couple. Working in a charity shop did often produce some interesting finds, like the time he had  came to work only to find the entire box set of Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman on the door step, okay perhaps that wasn't as strange as finding a box full of shrivelled heads. The police department said they had identified the victims and gave them a proper burial and the nightmares had stopped shortly after that. And there was the time a woman had came into the shop and took off all her clothes and just left the shop, butt naked. Still though Harry couldn't understand why anyone would buy the entire box set of Doctor Quinn, he hated that show, terrible it was. However nothing remotely interesting or even unique had passed through the door all week. It was all vases and DVD sets and old clothes that no one would ever in a million years find appealing.
He was exhausted, he had took Hermione's shift as well as his own so he had been working from 7:00 till 10pm, apparently her brother in law Fred was ill and in hospital so he had offered to help. He had also agreed to come and take Rose, Hermione's daughter home and babysit her. Hermione owned the shop along with her husband Ronald, or Ron as he insisted an being called, they were an attractive couple and Harry envied them, although he never let his jealousy make him miss any opportunity to see young Rose, at the age of three she was meant to be annoying the hell out of everyone she met but so far so well, she was an angel to everyone. Always polite and well-mannered but not a suck up, she had a great sense of humour and worshipped Harry, or Uncul Hawwee as she so lovingly called him.

He started to lock the till, excited to be seeing Rose again when the door chimed, signalling a tardy costumer. He sighed in exasperation,
"Sorry love, the shops shut," his voice was naturally bright when talking to a customer, even if it was after hours and he was very tired.

"Damn, sorry I had no way of knowing, I just came to drop off some boxes?" The voice came from ,surprisingly a man, men hardly ever came to the store. Harry didn't know why, it was a great place full of great finds and great people. Oh yeah, probably because it was apparently either for "faggots or old bats" one delightful patron had once said.

"Uh- yeah- sure, you can just leave them by the till and I'll ring you up," Harry said, whilst staring terribly as he saw the most beautiful man in the world, panting slightly holding a huge cardboard box. He had extremely pale skin (almost too pale), that complimented his piercing grey eyes and dirty white hair well. Harry was sure he was looking at his future husband. The man smiled. Oh god, that smile could end all world problems. It wasn't too wide and it showed just the right amount of teeth. The right side of his pale lips, wow he was extremely pale everywhere, were pulled up a bit further than the left side. The smile quickly grew forced as the man saw Harry staring at him.

"Is everything okay?" The man's concern quickly shook Harry out of his trance and he cleared his through highly embarrassed.

"Oh, yeah sorry, I'm completely out of it today," Harry lied, in reality he had just been staring at the mans majesty as he stood in front of him. The man grinned.

"That boring then?" His tone was joking but Harry still bristled a little.

"It's not the most glamorous job in the world but it pays the bills and I get to see loads of interesting stuff." Harry replied curtly. The mans toothy smile faltered a bit but it was still stuck there.

"Sorry, it's not like I can judge, I have the worst job in the world." That sparked Harry's curiosity.

"Why, what's your job?" The man only grimaced and shook his head. Signalling he most definitely didn't want to talk about it. Harry smirked, it must be bad then, to make the gleaming man stop smiling. That was the only way Harry could describe him, gleaming. He reminded Harry of a dentist office, that green and white aesthetic. The mans dark green trench coat covered up his what Harry hoped was a well toned body.
"So what's in the box then?" Harry briskly asked trying to diffuse some of the sexual tension in the atmosphere, well he felt it anyway, he doubted that the man was feeling it anyway, he didn't act like he did.
"Just some old junk that my father left me in his will."

Harry looked up sympathetically.
"Man that sucks, I'm really sorry" Harry wished he sounded more sincere than he actually did but the man didn't notice, he just gave a thin smile and nodded, reverting his gaze back to the box.

Harry took the box and placed it on the table, wincing slightly at the weight. How that man had carried it and from his car he did not know, it was extremely heavy. Just as the box was slipping from his grip he felt cold hands brush against his own, long slender fingers brushing past Harry's short coarse ones. It sent shivers down his sign.  Harry vowed to himself that the man leave the shop with him. Even if he had to pretend his car broke down.

"So" Harry began, trying to start a conversation.
"What're you doing tonight?" Good one Harry thought to himself find out if he has a significant other in his life.
The man ginned, clearly happy to diffuse the awkward atmosphere after their early conversation.

"Date night with the wife" at this Harry's heart dropped and so did his smile. The man must have noticed as he looked into Harry's face and smirked.

"You know... I'm sure the missus wouldn't mind if I say, had to work late." The mans voice was suddenly slow and sultry.

"What do you mean?" Harry felt his own voice felt silly in comparison to that voice of fallen angels. The man leaned closer, biting his lips and looking straight at Harrys.

"Well, I would most definitely not be working in the office, I'd be with a cute little brunette boy" Harry felt a spark of realisation as the man leaned towards his ear.

"The names Draco."

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"Yeah, sorry Hermione I can't look after Rose... something's come up."
Harry looked down on Draco's closed eyes and felt a wave of anger build up. The man was a player. Harry was a fool, but Draco was the bigger one.

Harry smirked, he picked up the shovel.

Harry began to dig.

Authors Note.

I had a lot of pent up aggression when I wrote this, so yeah. It turned out psychotic. Oops.
On another note I highly recommend watching Merlin on Netflix, it's amazing!