Harry walked Draco to the club and stopped with him at the back door of Double, in the alleyway.

Draco leaned back against the building, letting his head fall back to expose a long pale neck. Harry stepped closer, trying to ignore the way his magic was whipping around in his body.

"You can't come in Potter. I need to work."

"I know," he stepped a bit closer. "I still think you should take the night off," he said. His magic reached out to curl around Draco, and Harry bit back a grin when Draco smirked at the feeling.

"Just being in your presence is a danger to the Statute of Secrecy," Draco said, his tone full of mock admonishment.

Harry stepped closer so he was crowding the man against the wall, not quite touching him. "I've always been that way. I once set a snake free at the zoo."

"Are you hitting on me with poorly executed innuendo or was that a true story?"

Harry chuckled, "Can I kiss you?"

Draco leaned in, nearly pressing his lips to Harry's, then moved to whisper in his ear, "Where is this coming from? You're Harry Potter, you don't kiss rent boys in the alley."

Harry swallowed thickly, his magic now wrapped around them both, drawing him in. "What if I'm just me? Not Harry Potter. Would you kiss me then?"

Draco lifted his eyes and looked at him for a long moment, "You really just want a kiss? This isn't about who I am?"

Still holding eye contact, Harry reached out to stroke his thumb along Draco's dark mark, "This is about who you are Draco. Not who you were or how others see you, not your past, not your job. It's about you and me, just like it's always been."

Draco's eyes dropped to Harry's lips and he licked his own. For a brief moment, Harry thought he might get the night his prick had been hoping for. Instead, Draco pushed lightly at his chest, causing Harry to take a step back. "You're making me look unavailable. Let's talk later."

"Tonight?"

"I'm working late."

"I'll wait up."

"Merlin, you're relentless," Draco said, running a hand through his hair, causing it to fall back in front of his eyes.

Harry smiled, "Tonight?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tonight is better for me."

"I'm working ."

Harry felt his smile go a bit vicious, "Maybe you won't be able to work tonight. Might be distracted with me on your mind," he said.

Harry saw a flash of heat in those silver eyes before Draco said, "I'm sure I can manage, Potter. Tomorrow."

Glancing around to make sure they were still alone, Harry said, "I'll text you." He stepped back and disapparated.

When Harry got back to his apartment that night he put his mostly uneaten Curry in the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Ogden's and curled up on the couch with Orion. He pulled out his mobile and sent a text.

-you never answered my question

~how did you get my number?

-I just told my phone that I needed it

~.... I don't know if that's a lie.

-what about my question

~What question Potter?

-about the gala

-in july

~I'll think about it.

-are you wallbanging tonight? is that why you're going to be late?

~Salazar! Potter I'm not answering that. Just cast a silencing charm and get some sleep

Harry sank into the couch and listened to the wireless, drinking Ogden's and encouraging Orion to play with the fringe of his blanket. By his second glass it was nearly 11 and his alcohol induced brain had formulated a plan. Nearly half an hour later he heard someone coming up the stairs. Harry jumped off the couch, snagging a jelly bean on the way and popping it into his mouth. He held the jellybean on his tongue and listened through the door. It wouldn't do any good to blow this plan on someone who wasn't intending to bed Draco.

He heard Draco's voice through the wood, "How long are you staying?"

"How long can I get you for with $300? That's all I have on me."

Harry took a breath and focused on the lights in the hallway, willing them to flicker dramatically. After a beat, he swallowed the jellybean and opened the door. "What's going on out here?" He asked, twitching his fingers slightly to restore the light to normal.

Both men turned to look at him, Draco's unamused face melting into shock as antlers grew on top of Harry's head. The jellybean, from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, was charmed to give people traits from their patronus. Harry had bought them for Luna's birthday bash last February, where everything was already so bizarre it would have been weird not to have antlers growing from your head. They were a big hit among the guests, Harry only had 4 left after the party.

Draco's client gasped and backed up against the wall. Harry reached up to touch the antlers, just to solidify their existence, and feigned shock. "Oh I'm so sorry. Are you Muggle? This is just a bit of magic, nothing to be afraid of."

"Potter, what the fu-"

"No, no. It's ok, I can fix it," Harry ran a hand through his hair, canceling the charm and leaving himself with only the dark messy locks on top. "Better?"

The man's breathing picked up drastically and he looked as though he might hyperventilate.

Harry stepped closer to him and said, "Sorry mate, didn't mean to change your view of physics. I can fix that too." He waved a hand casting Obliviate, and the man relaxed, sagging against the wall. Harry turned to Draco, "Anything you want to replace that memory with, or is it dealers choice?"

Draco looked angry, his body tense with narrowed eyes, but there was something else there too. Arousal? Amusement? Harry wasn't sure but he flashed a smile just in case. Sighing, Draco pulled his wand from nowhere, or at least Harry couldn't see where he'd had it, and cast a memory modification charm at the Muggle. The man lifted himself off the wall seeming to come out of a daze. He smiled lazily at Draco, handed him $100 and went down the stairs.

Harry kicked the door open and looked at Draco expectantly.

"I might actually kill you for that stunt," Draco replied, stepping closer to him.

Harry chuckled, "Easy now, I might get scared."

Draco lifted an eyebrow, "Are you just desperate for my company?"

"No. I just didn't have it in me to listen to you work. Wouldn't want my magic to go wild and take out the wall," he said, only half joking.

Draco actually smiled at that, "You're jealous?"

"Go out with me tomorrow? I'll take you for ice cream? I know a place that has ridiculously posh flavors so you will be able to find something."

Draco's eyes seemed to search Harry's face before he said, "All right. 10 am." He sauntered away, heading for his apartment, obviously letting Harry enjoy the view until he slipped through the door.