"He looks delicious."

Harry looked over the girl behind the counter, Anna. She had an emo cut to her bangs and wore thick purple eyeliner. Harry had met her a month ago when he first came to the ice cream shop. He passed over payment, and said, "Do you think this ice cream will be enough to seduce him?"

The girl tore his eyes from Draco to meet Harry's, her cheeks pink, "Sorry. I didn't realize I said that out loud."

He flashed her a smile, "He has that effect."

Anna gave Harry a slow once over, then winked and said, "The ice cream has always worked for me."

When Harry got back to the table he was met with a small smirk. "What?"

"Just noticing that you have all the subtlety of a 16-year-old girl. The two of you were giving me the exact same look while you were in line."

"Oi. No working new leads while we are on a date. Besides, she said she’s not interested."

"You are a terrible liar."

"Here," Harry passed over a cone, "this is for you."

"What flavor?"

"Royal Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla, easily the most over the top posh flavor in all of London."

Draco huffed a laugh and wrapped his hand around the cone, "What's your flavor then?"

"Lemon Cheesecake."

"Seriously? You basically got treacle tart?"

Harry shrugged, "My tastes haven't changed much since Hogwarts," he said, watching Draco take a broad lick.

When Harry met his eye again, Draco said, "What’s on your mind, Potter."

"How did you get started in this line of work?"

“I was on my knees,” another slow lick.

Harry huffed a laughed even as he felt his face heat, he took a moment to enjoy his ice cream before saying, “Why then. Why did you choose this line of work?”

Lick “It was the profession that would piss of my father the most.”

“You could work for me. I bet he would hate that just as much.”

“Are you trying to hire me in every way you can think of,” lick, “that doesn’t involve paying for a shag?”

“Parkinson said I can’t pay you for that,” Harry said. He was definitely going to lose the plot if this kept up much longer. Watching Draco eat ice cream was causing all of his blood to travel south.

“Did she?” Draco asked, as though it was old information. “You do look like you’re in need of a good fuck.”

Harry swallowed, he didn’t know what to say, because that was true but he also had the distinct feeling that Draco was setting him up. Finally, he said, “You said you would overcharge me.”

“Oh, I would,” Lick, "but I'm thinking that if you get me out of your system," lick, "you'll come to your senses, stop sabotaging my clients in the hallway, and leave me alone." A bit of ice cream dripped onto his fingers and Draco held eye contact as he sucked it off his knuckle.

"Yeah," Harry said, his voice thick with longing, "that makes sense. I'm not known for getting attached easily or having obsessive behavior. I met Ron for a full 7 minutes before he became my best friend."

"Yes well, weasels attract fleas."

"Oh, you heard about his extracurricular activities with Parkinson then?"

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Draco narrowed his eyes and said, "Your ice cream is melting."

Harry looked down at what was indeed a mess of melting ice cream. He licked it up quickly, wondering if Draco was enjoying the show as much as Harry had. Based on the smile Harry could see, Draco was at least amused.

“So what are you going to do with your life when you’re bored with entertaining your father?”

“I have a job starting in September actually,” Draco replied, setting down his cone. “So I won’t be, what did you call it, wall bouncing?”

Harry smiled, “Wallbanging,” he said. “September, are you going to work at Hogwarts?”

Draco grimaced, “Merlin, no. I would hate working there.”

“Sorry, bad guess. What is it then?”

“I think it’s your turn for questions. Are you still doing the remodel business?”

“I am.”

“How’s that going? Are you any good at it?”

Harry lifted an eyebrow, “Why? Going to refer me to someone?”

“Thinking of hiring you, actually, for the Manor.”

Harry stilled, then let out a low whistle, “Well that would be…” he trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“An effective way to piss off my father.”

Harry considered that for a moment, “The entire manor?”

“Most of it.”

“I would need a lot of time for a job like that,” he said, “what kind of budget are you working with?”

Draco’s brows drew down and he blinked twice before saying, “Budget?”

“Yeah, you know, how much money are you working with?”

Draco started to chuckle, quietly at first, then eventually threw his head back and actually laughed. “Potter,” he said with a genuine smile, “Since the war ended I was put in charge of the Malfoy estate, including the family vaults. Even after reparations I still have enough to rebuild the manor several times over.”

Harry cocked his head, “So, why do you live in an apartment? Did you just want space?”

“No. I chose that shit apartment because I knew it would horrify my father.”

“It’s not shit. I like those apartments!”

“You can literally hear me fucking through the wall. How is that not shit?”

Harry didn't get a chance to respond, interrupted by the ice cream server.

"Hi. Can I get you anything else?" Anna asked, eyes on Draco. He gave her a small smile and shook his head no.

"OK, just checking," she said, then held out a punch card to him. "Here, this card will get you a free ice cream after you buy five, I already punched out the first two."

"I payed for the ice cream," Harry said.

Anna briefly glanced at him, then rolled her eyes, "Mate, we already have you as a customer. You're not going anywhere." She turned back to Draco and leaned close to him, "Besides, I really want to see this one come back. Here," she said, slipping the punch card into his shirt pocket. It caused his shirt to open further, exposing his collarbone and a pale scar that started just below it.

Harry's breathing stopped.

"Man, that's a sexy scar," Anna said, her hand still tugging gently at the shirt.

Draco smirked, "Thank you."

"How far down does it go?" she asked, obviously using the excuse to check him out.

Draco smiled, leaned back in his chair and lifted a corner of fabric up, "It runs diagonally down to my hip bone."

Anna's fingers brushed against his hip, "Wow… How did you get it?"

"I fought a lion," he answered easily, then gave Harry a little wink, as though they were sharing a secret.

Anna looked up at that, her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "You're lying," she glanced at Harry, "Do you know what it's from?"

Harry stared at both of them blinking more than necessary, his mind racing, until he found his voice. "He said he wouldn't tell me about them until our third date."

Draco laughed, and Harry smiled weakly through the confusion.

When they got back outside and started to walk to the apartment complex Draco took pity on him, "I don't hold it against you, Potter."

Harry grimaced, "This is why Parkinson told me not to stare at your war scars."

Draco chuckled, "Why do you keep telling me things Pansy recommended?"

"She gave me some advice when I went to talk to Hermione."

"I really wish you would stop casually mentioning Pansy and the Weasleys. It makes it more difficult for me to pretend it's not happening."

"How do you think I felt?" Harry asked. "I found out they were- whatever they are- during a negotiation for sexual favors between her and Hermione!"

They reached the door to the building and started up the stairs. "Why were you involved in that discussion?"

Harry glanced at Draco with a sly smile, "Hermione was convincing her to give me a few outfits. They were concerned you would turn me down because of my clothes."

Draco smirked, "So you're not allowed to dress like a homeless man, or pay me for sex," he said as they reached their hallway and stopped in front of Harry's door. "What else?"

Harry leaned his back against the wall, "I'm supposed to avoid stalking you," he said.

Draco stepped closer, "All this change must be hard for you," he said. Harry reached out to pull his shirt and Draco let him, until their bodies were pressed together. Draco leaned down and bit Harry's neck, "About that fuck Potter?"

"I'm not supposed to-"

"You hate to follow rules," Draco leaned in and bit Harry's earlobe, whispering, as he said, "What's the harm in breaking this one?"

Harry tried desperately to think straight, his magic was pulsing through his body, and his cock thickening in the tight denims. Lust doesn't help anyone think clearly. Instead of speaking right away he let his hands wander over Draco's waist and back, soaking in the feeling of finally touching him.

Harry tilted his head to the side and Draco started to bite his neck. "I want you to do it because you want me. I want you to want me with as much hunger as I want you. I want you to know it's not just a fuck."

Draco pulled back slowly and looked over Harry's face before meeting his eyes. They were close enough for Harry to feel Draco's breath on his lips.