Title: All You Had to do was Ask
Author: tigerblak
Beta: I_G
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Note: Big thanks to dacro and isabeau_gower for helping me pull this one back into line.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish, I still don’t own the characters from Harry Potter, they belong to JKR. I’m just a spectator using my brain to make the boys do things to each other.
Scenario: EWE. Both working at the Ministry in different departments. Draco comes up with a plan to seduce Harry.
Cool things: Polyjuice, smitten!Draco, sneaky!Draco & bottom!Draco. Emotional vulnerability, hopelessness. (submitted by devian_11)


All you Had to do was Ask

Draco ticked off the items on his list as he looked at the parchment. The Dicta-quill, Ministry edition, flew across the parchment as Draco spoke, and made the appropriate marks as necessary.
“Two dozen Malfoy signature roses… check.”
“Double Chocolate Frog Brownies from Honeydukes… check.”
“Ten pounds of Blood-soaked coffee from India… check.” There was a pause, more scratching, then “maybe that should be twenty pounds of blood-soaked coffee.” With a quick slash from the quill, the new suggestion was written while the blond murmured to himself, “Harry does like his coffee.”
“Draco-,” a voice called through the floo.
“A set of 1500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets in that horrid Gryffindor red… check,” Draco continued, oblivious to the voice calling him. “No, make that a set of Lady Titiania’s Bedroom mood altering sheets in silk.” The quill hurried to cross out the original command and write down the new order.
“Draco…” there was a frustrated sigh from the floo.
“One gallon of Slickwell’s Blackberry lube—“ A quill flew in Draco’s direction startling him. “What the hell!” He looked over and finally noticed the head that had been hovering in the green flames. “Oh, hullo Pansy.” Draco said before he returned to his list, ignoring his childhood friend.
“Don’t make me throw something larger at you,” the former Slytherin fumed. “Next I’m going for the inkwell and it would be a shame to ruin those pretty robes,” she said as she smirked.
“That’s it!” Thinking she had perhaps gone too far with the crack about ruining his robes, Pansy prepared to flee. “Robes! He needs robes.” The scribbling onto parchment became furious now as Draco added a trousseau to his list of things.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Draco!” It wasn’t hard for Draco to imagine the young witch stamping her foot as she spoke. “You’re Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, you have legions of former Slytherins and some Ravenclaws at your beck and call, why are you so obsessed with that green-eyed, rat’s nest of a Gryffindor?”
“Hmmm--?” Draco asked, not looking up from his task. “What’s that, Pansy?”
“You’re impossible,” she sighed again. There was a flash in the floo that Draco didn’t take notice of, and then Pansy was gone.
“Now,” Draco murmured to himself. “How to get this to Harry? Its hard enough sneaking things past an Unspeakable, but getting by a Vampire Unspeakable will be next to impossible.”
**
Two months later…
“I’ve tried everything, Pansy,” he asserted. Seated across from his friend, Draco was as close as Pansy had ever seen to cracking the perfect Malfoy mask in his frustration.
The two former Slytherins were having a late dinner at Pansy’s favorite restaurant, Ramora’s Den, and Draco, having executed ’Operation Seduce Potter‘, was lamenting his failure.
“I went through the entire list,” the blond insisted and ticked off the items as he recounted them; “roses, chocolates, sheets, robes, fuck…I even got him tickets for the next three seasons for that horrid Chudley Cannons team that he seems to like.”
“Um-hmm,” Pansy sipped her tea and waited for Draco to wind down.
“He shared the roses with the women in his department,” Draco seethed. “He ate the brownies, though I could have sworn I saw Weasley with one.”
“Um-hmm.”
“I don’t even want to know what he did with the sheets,” Draco rambled on.
“Um-hmm.”
“At least I know the clothes are doing him some good.” There was a small smile from the Undersecretary. “Did you see the smoke grey half robes he wore today?” His smile turned to a leer. “If only he knew what he looked like in those robes,” Draco’s bottom lip disappeared as he bit into it softly.
“Um-hmm.”
Draco had just drawn in a breath to continue, when he finally noticed that Pansy was quietly sipping her tea, and had not replied with anything more than an ‘um-hmm’ for the entire conversation. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course I am Draco,” Pansy asserted, ever the picture of innocence. She gave Draco her wide eyed, doll-like guiltless stare. “I’ve listened quite carefully, as you’ve recapped your seduction of Potter through gift giving. Tell me, have you done anything else to get his attention besides shower him with presents?”
“I’ll have you know, I’ve…I’ve…”
“Asked Potter out on a date,” a rich baritone finished the sentence over Draco’s shoulder.
Pansy raised a brow as Draco froze in his chair. Then, while facing away from the owner of the voice, he tried to school his features into a modicum of boredom.
Draco’s attempt failed completely when Harry bent directly over the blond’s shoulder and said directly into his ear, “Are you going to ask me?”
“Ask you what?” came Draco’s breathless response.
“Ask me --” This time the lips were directly in his ear as he finished the question for only Draco’s ears. Draco Malfoy, Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, former Slytherin Sex God, blushed hotly at the words that seemed to hit his brain and then coil down his spine until they reached his groin.
Thankful that he had worn full robes that day, Draco pushed away from the table and, grabbing the hand of the now smirking vampire, he began dragging Harry away, stopping only when Pansy called out to him.
“Draco, where are you going, we haven’t ordered dinner yet?”
“I’m going to inspect Potter’s flat,” Draco called over his shoulder as Harry took the lead, pulling him further away. “He’s been receiving some odd packages lately and he wants me to check them out to make sure none of them are dangerous.” With one more tug the blond disappeared from view.
“Oh to be a fly on that wall,” Pansy sighed and signaled the waiter to place her order.

Fin