Draco: Three words.
Draco: Say them, and I'm yours.
Harry: Three words.
Draco:
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Draco: Three words.
Draco: Say them, and I'm yours.
Harry: Three words.
Draco:
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Notes: not sure were I was going with this. I just had this scene in mind for a couple of days.
“So, for the cover, we were thinking something spicy, a little reviling…”
Draco had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Of course, they were trying to take advantage of the opportunity. No matter how much Harry already did for the world, they still wanted more. Fucking vultures.
“How reviling?” Asked Harry, not even bothering to mask the irritation in his voice. The photographer seemed to waver a little bit, not expecting to receive such a cold reaction. Not only a vulture but also obtuse.
“Nothing scandalous, I can assure you, Mr Potter! Just the two of you, facing each other, Mr Malfoy dressed, while you would be in the nude, with Mr Malfoy covering your most private parts with his hand. Just a little something for your adoring fans.” Draco felt sick.
One thing they should have learned by now, is that Harry hated exposure, hated the attention and hated the violation of his privacy. So why in Merlin’s name, did they think it was a reasonable idea to ask the Savior of the Wizarding World to drop his pants for a stupid magazine cover? Draco was so over it.
“I’m afraid that’s not a practical idea.”
“How so?”
His smile became feral, “Because one hand wouldn’t be enough.”
Harry and Draco, ex-Auror partners (ya know, cause they’re together now) talking to Robards about a case
Harry: Actually, sir, I think we were actually hoping we could work on the case together.
Robards: Oh, are you two no longer-
Harry: Smashing booties?
Robards: Yes, that’s exactly how I was going to finish my sentence.
Harry: Figured.
Draco: *pinching his nose, head down, eyes squeezed shut, mumbling to himself* What the fuck? Sweet fucking Merlin. I want a divorce. Fuck.
-boop-
Draco: Is NOONE scared of ex-death eaters anymore? Is that a thing??