“Fuck, you look amazing in uniform.” The thought pops into Draco’s mind, as if Harry were speaking directly into his head. It’s unexpected, and he has to make an effort to keep his expression blank.
Kingsley Shacklebolt looks at him from the end of the table, expectant. Draco grits his teeth.
“Pardon me, Minister, could you please repeat what you just said? I didn’t hear you.”
“Of course. We need a team of Unspeakables to assist Potter’s Aurors in-”
“I love seeing you in meetings. You’re so hot in your robes,” Harry thinks into Draco’s head, and it comes with intention, with a hot wave of fondness and desire that warms Draco’s insides.
“You’re not supposed to use the bond this way, idiot.”
“What did I get married for, if not to tell my husband how attractive he is whenever I please?”
“What do you think, Malfoy?” Shacklebolt asks. Draco smiles, strained, nods.
“I agree. What’s the-“
“Merlin, your accent goes all posh when you’re mortified. It’s hot.”
“What’s the plan?” He finishes, glaring at Harry over the Minister’s head as the man launches into a detailed explanation.
“You make the same face a few seconds before you come, glazed and unfocused.”
Draco tries not to blush. “How do you want me to focus if you won’t shut up?”
“What’s the point? We know the Aurors will go and the Unspeakables will finish the job.”
“I’m glad you recognize your department’s mediocrity.”
“Ouch.”
“Serves you well.”
“Minister,” Harry says, loudly. “Say, how long are the Aurors supposed to contain the situation? We can’t count on the Unspeakables to protect the subjects.”
“You’re right, of course.”
“Mediocre?” Harry asks into his head.
Draco narrows his eyes. “Minister, my people are perfectly capable of containing the situation with efficiency and discretion. I’m not sure we can say the same about the Aurors.”
“That’s certainly true as well.”
“Checkmate,” Draco thinks. Harry grins at him.
“What’s important to stress in this situation, though, is that I need both forces to work together in-“
“Did I lose or did we tie?”
“Neither. Not a competition. Shut up.”
“I love it when you get like that.”
“Shut it.”
“Makes me want to snog the fuck out of you.”
“My suggestion is,” the Minister says, “that we announce the Aurors will be handling this situation. The enemy will drop their guard enough for us to infiltrate an Unspeakable.”
“Did you have someone specific in mind?” Draco asks.
“Yes. Rose Zeller is perfect for the task because-“
“Oh, I can see the hickey I left last night.”
“No, you can’t. I healed it.”
“It’s a bit yellow. To be fair, it would have taken a lot to heal. The sounds you made when I was doing it-“
The ondulating warmth of Harry’s intentions fills him up. It takes everything in him not to react.
“As soon as we get home, I’m going to put it there again.”
“You know I’m going to heal it.”
“It’s for us to see. Everyone already knows I’m yours and you’re mine”
Draco thumbs his ring, the metal band on the fourth finger of his left hand. “Yes.”
“So I’ll put it back, and I’ll get you out of those robes.”
“Rose has a low enough profile,” Kingsley continues. “That will allow us to-“
“I’ll touch your chest. I’ll kiss your neck.”
“I believe she can get to the boss and-“
“I like those trousers. I’ll be careful, when I take them off.”
“Once we are inside, an Auror-“
“I can almost taste you already. I can see you, with your eyes closed when I get on my knees for you.”
“Harry, please-“
“Hopefully, that will give us enough time to-“
“You like me there, don’t you? You can touch my hair, and I will suck you off.”
“If this doesn’t work, we will-“
“And I’ll stay still, too, if you want me to. You can fuck my mouth, you can-“
“Shut up,” Draco snaps. The room goes completely silent, and he notices, with horror, that the Minister and the Department Heads are staring at him. “Did I say that out loud?
