"Christmas Chemistry"? For the title ask .. LotsOfLove💜
Christmas Chemistry. Draco looked at the name over the door warily. Greg swore by their services but was he really desperate enough to go to anything run by Potter?
Yeah, he was.
“Hello—” Draco groaned at the familiar voice. He had hoped that Potter would’ve handled the backend.
“I’ll be right with—” Potter cut off when he realized who had come in. “Malfoy.”
Draco’s hands twitched, and he wanted to leave but the thought of what his father would say was the only thing that pushed him forward.
“I am in need of your services.”
Potter’s eyes sparkled a bit and that was disturbing. “I can see that.”
Draco wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he said nothing and instead looked around the room. Gaudy decorations were everywhere and he wondered who was the one with the poor taste.
“Are you only open during the holidays?” Draco asked, wondering why name the business around Christmas?
“No,” Potter said as he pulled out a thick stack of parchment. “Well, sort of. Every holiday to be exact. The name changes. In January it changes to New Year’s Nuances and in February it becomes to Valentine’s Vibes, and so on. I’m sure you get the picture.”
“And—” Draco took a deep breath. “And it works?”
Potter leaned forward, lips curved into a soft smile. “I’ve never had a complaint before.”
Well, that was encouraging.
“I just need to know what type of person you are needing.”
“Type?” Did it matter? He just needed to bring someone home.
Potter shrugged as he placed the parchments in a line on the counter. There were faces winking up at him with a brief bio on their interests and personalities.
“Some people want to bring a dummy date who is sweet to soften their bosses, or someone kind to their parents or someone cranky to an ex. It all depends on what you are looking for. We aim to please.”
Draco bit his lip as he looked down at the candidates. Originally he would have settled for anyone—it would get his father to shut up about a lack of an heir to continue the family line. But his mind couldn’t ignore what Potter said.
A type.
“I want someone who will horrify my father,” Draco said, eyes meeting Potter’s way too expressive ones. “I want someone who will make him wish he hadn’t invited me. I want someone who will make him regret only ever having one heir.”
Draco leaned forward when Potter grinned. It was another disturbing sight.
“Can you do that? Can you get me what I want?”
Potter regarded him silently before waving a hand and wandlessly vanishing the parchments. He placed his chin on his hand and the grin turned sultry.
“What would your father do if you brought home Harry Potter?”
Draco sucked in a sharp breath as he imagined it. His father would lose his mind.
Oh, the things they could do.
“Why don’t we find out?”
