Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Working Together
Chapter Number/Total: 7/24
Chapter Title: Working Together
Words: 2861 Words
Harry laughed for at least the tenth time, smiling brightly down at Elise. She was adorable now, her fluffy hair as black as his at the moment. It made her seem like she was his own child. He knew that it definitely wasn't possible for him to have his own children with Draco, considering the fact that they were both men. As he watched her, he realized that his own mother must've done this with him on more than one occasion. Harry wished he could actually remember those times. He sighed and reached out to gently rub the side of her neck, making her smile and wriggle. "You are so cute," he murmured, pulling her closer. She seemed to squeak at him. "Fred and George should be coming soon, right?" Harry asked Draco, still looking at Elise.
It was a week after the full moon, and Draco was almost back to normal, well, normal for him anyway. He was reading a book. Or pretending to. He was covertly watching Harry and the baby, enjoying the scene but not wanting to admit it. "Mmhmm," he answered as if he were distracted by the book.
"Do you want to hold her before they get here?" Harry asked, leaning down to kiss the infant’s cheek.
Draco shook his head and made a little huffing noise. He still refused to hold the baby, even if he did like looking at her. He was convinced he would hurt her if he did.
Harry nodded, brushing his fingers down over the fluff of her hair. He didn’t push it. He knew Draco would eventually come around. Just then there was the sound of the front door opening, and a few muffled greetings that sounded like Fred and George.
Draco set his book down and got to his feet. He had considered having Harry glamour him, but Harry had talked him into meeting with the Weasley twins in his normal form. It worried Draco, though. Only a few people had seen what he really looked like now.
Harry stood up as well and walked over to Elise's bassinet, kissing her on the forehead before gently settling her down in it.
Fred walked into the sitting room with a grin, closely followed by George.
"Harry, Malfoy!" Fred and George exclaimed together. They both nodded at Draco casually, seeming not to notice his unusual appearance. "We heard that you both wanted to be a part of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
Draco smiled in spite of himself. Their enthusiasm seemed contagious. "Welcome," he said, "have a seat and Dobby will bring tea."
They both sat down and Fred opened the briefcase he was carrying. "Of course, we owe Harry a lot," he said with a smile. He pulled out a small bag of things and set it in Harry's lap.
"We thought your supplies must've been running low, Harry," George said. "You can never have too many Extendable Ears, I say."
Harry laughed and opened the bag, peering at the jumble of items inside.
"And just who are we supposed to be spying on?" Draco teased.
Fred waggled his eyebrows, looking at Draco mischievously. "Well, that's the question, innit?"
Harry grinned, shaking his head. They always made things so much more interesting.
"So, to start off, we wanted to know what you could help us with, Malfoy," George said, looking at him. "Potions?"
"Yes, and not just the ones you know," Draco said, feeling better on the topic. "I have had some ideas for new ones."
"Oh, brilliant, we could always use more ideas!" Fred said. He had pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, flicking his wand to make it write down what he was saying.
"And I'd help make them," Harry added, nodding.
"Fantastic,” Fred and George said in unison.
Draco smiled toward the bassinet. "One idea I had was a potion that temporarily lets you change hair colours," he said.
"Creative, Malfoy," Fred complimented, nodding as the quill scribbled away. George noticed the glance and he looked over at Elise, a small smile on his face. Elise was awake and was looking around. Her eyes landed on George for a moment and her hair lightened, turning red. Fred’s eyes widened. "It's like seeing Ginny all over again."
Draco followed their gaze and he rolled his eyes. "She's interesting, that's certain," he added. Then he began to outline more ideas for potions they could sell at the shop.
Fred and George seemed excited by Draco’s ideas. "We actually tried the colour changing one once," George said later on. "Ended up changing our skin colours instead. Course everyone loves it anyway.”
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. "Sometimes accidents in the lab produce some of the best potions," he nodded. He thought with Harry helping him they might really be testing that theory.
"Right you are, Malfoy," Fred said cheerfully. "Well! It looks like a good start. How soon can you have some ready? And do we need to pick them up?"
"Harry can bring the potions to the shop and pick up supplies," Draco said. "I think we can have a prototype of the first potion completed pretty soon."
"Brilliant, brilliant!" Fred closed his suitcase with a large grin. "It'll be wonderful doing business with the both of you," George commented, standing up.
They saw Fred and George to the door. "That was frighteningly easy," Draco said to Harry after they left.
"Did you think it would be hard?" Harry asked, heading back into the sitting room to check on Elise.
Draco shrugged, still surprised that neither man had seemed concerned with his appearance. He sat down again. "So I will make a list of ingredients for you to pick up tomorrow," he said.
Elise was asleep when Harry checked, so he sat down next to the bassinet. "Sounds good," he replied, looking back at Draco.
"Come here," Draco said, patting his lap and smiling at Harry.
Harry glanced over at the baby before he got up and walked over, sitting comfortably in Draco's lap. "So, now we have jobs ...."
Draco combed his claws through Harry's hair. "Do I include the ingredients for Polyjuice in the list of things to pick up?”
Harry smiled, leaning back against him. "Yeah, sure. Something tells me we'll be using it."
"Good," Draco said, lowering his lips to Harry's.
***
It took them a few days to really get the potions lab set up completely in one of the old rooms. Draco's hand really itched for his wand as they worked. He was reduced to doing the things that didn't take magic like cutting roots and taking notes, but despite his frustration, it did feel good to be working on potions again. And he liked working with Harry, no matter what it was.
Harry enjoyed watching and helping, finding that it was much easier than he thought. Draco provided direction and Harry did the magic. "We're a good team," he said after a while, smiling brightly at Draco.
"Watch it, don't let it scald," Draco warned when Harry's attention wavered. Then he smiled, watching his lover. Simple things made him happy now. "When we get this batch finished, we can leave the Polyjuice to simmer. Do you want to go flying then?"
"So I can beat your arse? Sure!" Harry exclaimed, grinning now.
"Someone is really asking for their arse to be whipped, that's certain," Draco said in a mock stern voice, but the effect was spoiled by his smirk.
"You, right?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco glanced to make sure the potion was done. "End the spell," he told his lover.
Harry did as he was told, glancing into the cauldron curiously. "It's done?"
"Yes, it is," Draco said, putting a lid on the cauldron to keep it clear of contaminants while it cooled. Then he turned to his lover, looking him up and down with a smirk. His voice dropped lower as he said, "Bend over the bench."
Harry looked at him for a long moment before he slowly bent over one end of the workbench, wriggling his arse a little teasingly.
Draco growled and stepped beside him, one hand on Harry's back, holding him in place and the other coming forward and smacking him on the arse.
Harry jumped, gasping and looking over his shoulder. "Are you spanking me?"
Draco hit him again, making it very clear that he was. “I need to remind you who does the arse whipping around here,” he growled.
Harry bit his lip this time, trying to squirm away and miss the next hit.
Draco was much stronger than the other man and held him in place, smacking his arse again. He was so turned on by it that he didn't think his clothes would survive long.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, jerking away from the slap. The rhythm was irregular, so whenever Harry would relax there was another and he'd tense up. Draco was so much stronger than he was before that it probably hurt more than it would have otherwise. Yet, like with all the pain he received from Draco, Harry’s body sparked with pleasure from each slap.
Draco stopped, taking in the flushed appearance of his lover. "Drop your trousers," he told him.
Harry reached to unbutton them and push them down with his shorts, hissing as the material slid over his already sore skin.
The sight of Harry's red arse made Draco's heart pound and his body shake. He quickly unfastened his own trousers, accidentally popping the button off as he did. He stepped behind Harry and ran the backs of his hands over that warm flesh.
Harry shivered, the touch soothing his skin. He sighed and wriggled a little, his fingers curling around the bench.
"So warm," Draco said, and then continued to stroke down Harry's thighs, watching the man quiver. He could smell his lover's arousal.
"Draco, do it again?" Harry asked softly a moment later, as if he were afraid to ask.
Draco chuckled darkly and brought his hands up Harry's thighs to his buttock again. Then he gently ran claws over that red flesh. Not enough to cut but enough to sting.
Harry's back arched slightly, a low moan escaping him. He didn't know how Draco knew how to make him feel so good.
"Stay right there," Draco said and walked over to a shelf, picking up a vial of oil and coming back to his lover. "Hold out your hand."
Harry let go of the bench and held out one hand, looking over his shoulder again.
Draco poured oil into his palm. "Spread your legs and prepare yourself," he said.
Harry spread his legs as Draco poured the oil in his hands. The oil was already warm and thick and Harry had to reach back quickly before it dripped out of his hand. He skipped one finger and went straight to two, rubbing them around his entrance before sliding them inside.
Draco licked his lips and his cock twitched as he watched Harry finger himself. "Yes, my beauty," he said breathlessly.
Harry stretched himself as quickly as he dared, his fingers sliding in and out easily thanks to the oil.
Draco nudged Harry's hand with his cock, his clawed fingers curling around his lover's hip. "Touch me," he whispered.
Harry pulled the fingers out of himself and reached for Draco's cock, stroking the rest of the oil down the shaft.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco gasped, moving so that his cock brushed against his lover's opening.
Harry tried to push back onto his lover’s cock, small moans escaping him. "Draco, fuck me," he whimpered.
"Yes," the blond answered, pushing inside his lover's body. "Touch yourself," he growled, pulling back on Harry's hips to impale him.
Harry was still pressed over the bench and it was hard to manoeuvre his hand underneath himself at first, but he eventually got it, having to turn his body a bit onto the side. The position was awkward, but Harry didn't care because all he could feel was Draco.
Draco moaned and thrust and lost himself in the feel of sliding in and out of his lover's body. "Fuck, yes," he gasped.
Harry met Draco's thrusts, his hand and body moving in rhythm with him. "More, Draco, more!"
It thrilled Draco that he didn't have to hold back with Harry. He pounded into his body, claws cutting into his lover's hips and both their bodies were soon slick with sweat.
Harry had begun to cry out with every thrust, unable to hold back either. "Close!" he yelled moments later, trembling hard as he stroked himself quickly.
Growling as he thrust inside his lover, Draco held himself, buried deep as he filled him.
Harry came with him, moaning Draco's name and squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco panted, shuddering for another minute before he slowly withdrew from his lover's body.
Harry reached to grip the bench again so he didn't fall back, still breathing hard as he recovered.
Draco withdrew his claws and then crouched down, licking the wounds on Harry's hips.
Humming softly, Harry relaxed on the bench with his eyes closed.
Draco thoroughly cleaned the blood from his lover's skin and then sat back on his heels, smiling up at him.
"You're so good at that," Harry sighed happily, not moving yet.
"We are good together," Draco said softly.
"We are, aren't we? Very good, I'd say," Harry replied with a grin.
Draco got up and redressed, shaking his head at the damage he had done to yet another pair of trousers. "Still want to go flying?" he asked, smirking.
"Of course!" Harry got up, reaching down to pull up his underwear and trousers, buttoning them up quickly. "Still going to beat you. Even if my arse is a little sore."
Draco chuckled happily.
***
Harry walked back to the Leaky Cauldron after delivering their latest batch of potions to Fred and George's shop in Diagon Alley. The business was going great and the twins were thankful for the extra potions Draco and Harry were providing.
Harry had arranged with Ron to meet him later on that day for a few drinks and that's where he was heading. He walked inside, managing to ignore the stares he still got. People had said he looked different, with his longer hair and such, but Harry didn't care. He was happy and that's all that mattered to him.
Ron was already at a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron and he waved at Harry to get his attention.
Harry smiled and walked over, taking a seat across from Ron. "Hey, Ron!" he said cheerfully, pulling off his cloak and getting comfortable.
"So, I hear you and Malfoy are helping supply the students of Hogwarts with more potions to drive the professors crazy," Ron greeted him.
Harry laughed, nodding quickly. He remembered those days in Hogwarts. "It's brilliant! And fun, so much fun."
"Fred told me some of the ideas Draco came up with," Ron said. "Sounds mad."
That got Harry to grin. "Definitely is. So, how's your job? Anything exciting happen?" Just then Tom came around and set two drinks down. Harry pulled his close with a smile.
"Dawlish is a prick, but I like the program," Ron said. "Three years is a long time to train but I certainly use what we learned in the DA.".
Harry nodded, almost wishing that he was a part of the Auror Program along with Ron. He would've been, but a few things had gotten in his way. Not that he regretted it now. "It's not hard, is it?"
"It's a lot of work and I swear they give more homework than Snape and McGonagall combined, but I am having fun. I do wish you would consider joining," Ron said.
"Maybe later, Ron," Harry said with a nod. "If I decide to, I'm sure you'll help me through it."
Ron rolled his eyes. "So how long you gonna let your hair grow?" he asked, tugging on a dark lock playfully. Harry’s hair was almost to his shoulder blades now.
Harry smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. I like it like this. Easier to handle than when it was short and wild."
"Now it is long and wild," Ron teased. "Speaking of wild, how is Draco?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the joke. "He's doing better since you last saw him. Adjusting nicely. How's Hermione doing?" Harry hadn't realized how much he missed his best friends until then.
They talked for a while, sharing stories. Harry told a few about Elise and Ron told him about Hermione's latest house-elf rights campaign. Finally, it was time to go. "So we can do this next week, too?" Ron asked.
"It'd be great if we could," Harry said, nodding with a smile and slowly getting up so that he could pull his cloak on. "So next week. Tell Hermione I said hello?"
"Sure, mate," Ron said. "See you then."
"See you then, Ron," Harry replied, smiling at him before he turned to leave the shop. He pulled his cloak tightly around him and then he thought of Grimmauld Place, Apparating home.
Chapter Title: Working Together
Words: 2861 Words
Harry laughed for at least the tenth time, smiling brightly down at Elise. She was adorable now, her fluffy hair as black as his at the moment. It made her seem like she was his own child. He knew that it definitely wasn't possible for him to have his own children with Draco, considering the fact that they were both men. As he watched her, he realized that his own mother must've done this with him on more than one occasion. Harry wished he could actually remember those times. He sighed and reached out to gently rub the side of her neck, making her smile and wriggle. "You are so cute," he murmured, pulling her closer. She seemed to squeak at him. "Fred and George should be coming soon, right?" Harry asked Draco, still looking at Elise.
It was a week after the full moon, and Draco was almost back to normal, well, normal for him anyway. He was reading a book. Or pretending to. He was covertly watching Harry and the baby, enjoying the scene but not wanting to admit it. "Mmhmm," he answered as if he were distracted by the book.
"Do you want to hold her before they get here?" Harry asked, leaning down to kiss the infant’s cheek.
Draco shook his head and made a little huffing noise. He still refused to hold the baby, even if he did like looking at her. He was convinced he would hurt her if he did.
Harry nodded, brushing his fingers down over the fluff of her hair. He didn’t push it. He knew Draco would eventually come around. Just then there was the sound of the front door opening, and a few muffled greetings that sounded like Fred and George.
Draco set his book down and got to his feet. He had considered having Harry glamour him, but Harry had talked him into meeting with the Weasley twins in his normal form. It worried Draco, though. Only a few people had seen what he really looked like now.
Harry stood up as well and walked over to Elise's bassinet, kissing her on the forehead before gently settling her down in it.
Fred walked into the sitting room with a grin, closely followed by George.
"Harry, Malfoy!" Fred and George exclaimed together. They both nodded at Draco casually, seeming not to notice his unusual appearance. "We heard that you both wanted to be a part of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
Draco smiled in spite of himself. Their enthusiasm seemed contagious. "Welcome," he said, "have a seat and Dobby will bring tea."
They both sat down and Fred opened the briefcase he was carrying. "Of course, we owe Harry a lot," he said with a smile. He pulled out a small bag of things and set it in Harry's lap.
"We thought your supplies must've been running low, Harry," George said. "You can never have too many Extendable Ears, I say."
Harry laughed and opened the bag, peering at the jumble of items inside.
"And just who are we supposed to be spying on?" Draco teased.
Fred waggled his eyebrows, looking at Draco mischievously. "Well, that's the question, innit?"
Harry grinned, shaking his head. They always made things so much more interesting.
"So, to start off, we wanted to know what you could help us with, Malfoy," George said, looking at him. "Potions?"
"Yes, and not just the ones you know," Draco said, feeling better on the topic. "I have had some ideas for new ones."
"Oh, brilliant, we could always use more ideas!" Fred said. He had pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, flicking his wand to make it write down what he was saying.
"And I'd help make them," Harry added, nodding.
"Fantastic,” Fred and George said in unison.
Draco smiled toward the bassinet. "One idea I had was a potion that temporarily lets you change hair colours," he said.
"Creative, Malfoy," Fred complimented, nodding as the quill scribbled away. George noticed the glance and he looked over at Elise, a small smile on his face. Elise was awake and was looking around. Her eyes landed on George for a moment and her hair lightened, turning red. Fred’s eyes widened. "It's like seeing Ginny all over again."
Draco followed their gaze and he rolled his eyes. "She's interesting, that's certain," he added. Then he began to outline more ideas for potions they could sell at the shop.
Fred and George seemed excited by Draco’s ideas. "We actually tried the colour changing one once," George said later on. "Ended up changing our skin colours instead. Course everyone loves it anyway.”
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. "Sometimes accidents in the lab produce some of the best potions," he nodded. He thought with Harry helping him they might really be testing that theory.
"Right you are, Malfoy," Fred said cheerfully. "Well! It looks like a good start. How soon can you have some ready? And do we need to pick them up?"
"Harry can bring the potions to the shop and pick up supplies," Draco said. "I think we can have a prototype of the first potion completed pretty soon."
"Brilliant, brilliant!" Fred closed his suitcase with a large grin. "It'll be wonderful doing business with the both of you," George commented, standing up.
They saw Fred and George to the door. "That was frighteningly easy," Draco said to Harry after they left.
"Did you think it would be hard?" Harry asked, heading back into the sitting room to check on Elise.
Draco shrugged, still surprised that neither man had seemed concerned with his appearance. He sat down again. "So I will make a list of ingredients for you to pick up tomorrow," he said.
Elise was asleep when Harry checked, so he sat down next to the bassinet. "Sounds good," he replied, looking back at Draco.
"Come here," Draco said, patting his lap and smiling at Harry.
Harry glanced over at the baby before he got up and walked over, sitting comfortably in Draco's lap. "So, now we have jobs ...."
Draco combed his claws through Harry's hair. "Do I include the ingredients for Polyjuice in the list of things to pick up?”
Harry smiled, leaning back against him. "Yeah, sure. Something tells me we'll be using it."
"Good," Draco said, lowering his lips to Harry's.
***
It took them a few days to really get the potions lab set up completely in one of the old rooms. Draco's hand really itched for his wand as they worked. He was reduced to doing the things that didn't take magic like cutting roots and taking notes, but despite his frustration, it did feel good to be working on potions again. And he liked working with Harry, no matter what it was.
Harry enjoyed watching and helping, finding that it was much easier than he thought. Draco provided direction and Harry did the magic. "We're a good team," he said after a while, smiling brightly at Draco.
"Watch it, don't let it scald," Draco warned when Harry's attention wavered. Then he smiled, watching his lover. Simple things made him happy now. "When we get this batch finished, we can leave the Polyjuice to simmer. Do you want to go flying then?"
"So I can beat your arse? Sure!" Harry exclaimed, grinning now.
"Someone is really asking for their arse to be whipped, that's certain," Draco said in a mock stern voice, but the effect was spoiled by his smirk.
"You, right?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco glanced to make sure the potion was done. "End the spell," he told his lover.
Harry did as he was told, glancing into the cauldron curiously. "It's done?"
"Yes, it is," Draco said, putting a lid on the cauldron to keep it clear of contaminants while it cooled. Then he turned to his lover, looking him up and down with a smirk. His voice dropped lower as he said, "Bend over the bench."
Harry looked at him for a long moment before he slowly bent over one end of the workbench, wriggling his arse a little teasingly.
Draco growled and stepped beside him, one hand on Harry's back, holding him in place and the other coming forward and smacking him on the arse.
Harry jumped, gasping and looking over his shoulder. "Are you spanking me?"
Draco hit him again, making it very clear that he was. “I need to remind you who does the arse whipping around here,” he growled.
Harry bit his lip this time, trying to squirm away and miss the next hit.
Draco was much stronger than the other man and held him in place, smacking his arse again. He was so turned on by it that he didn't think his clothes would survive long.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, jerking away from the slap. The rhythm was irregular, so whenever Harry would relax there was another and he'd tense up. Draco was so much stronger than he was before that it probably hurt more than it would have otherwise. Yet, like with all the pain he received from Draco, Harry’s body sparked with pleasure from each slap.
Draco stopped, taking in the flushed appearance of his lover. "Drop your trousers," he told him.
Harry reached to unbutton them and push them down with his shorts, hissing as the material slid over his already sore skin.
The sight of Harry's red arse made Draco's heart pound and his body shake. He quickly unfastened his own trousers, accidentally popping the button off as he did. He stepped behind Harry and ran the backs of his hands over that warm flesh.
Harry shivered, the touch soothing his skin. He sighed and wriggled a little, his fingers curling around the bench.
"So warm," Draco said, and then continued to stroke down Harry's thighs, watching the man quiver. He could smell his lover's arousal.
"Draco, do it again?" Harry asked softly a moment later, as if he were afraid to ask.
Draco chuckled darkly and brought his hands up Harry's thighs to his buttock again. Then he gently ran claws over that red flesh. Not enough to cut but enough to sting.
Harry's back arched slightly, a low moan escaping him. He didn't know how Draco knew how to make him feel so good.
"Stay right there," Draco said and walked over to a shelf, picking up a vial of oil and coming back to his lover. "Hold out your hand."
Harry let go of the bench and held out one hand, looking over his shoulder again.
Draco poured oil into his palm. "Spread your legs and prepare yourself," he said.
Harry spread his legs as Draco poured the oil in his hands. The oil was already warm and thick and Harry had to reach back quickly before it dripped out of his hand. He skipped one finger and went straight to two, rubbing them around his entrance before sliding them inside.
Draco licked his lips and his cock twitched as he watched Harry finger himself. "Yes, my beauty," he said breathlessly.
Harry stretched himself as quickly as he dared, his fingers sliding in and out easily thanks to the oil.
Draco nudged Harry's hand with his cock, his clawed fingers curling around his lover's hip. "Touch me," he whispered.
Harry pulled the fingers out of himself and reached for Draco's cock, stroking the rest of the oil down the shaft.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco gasped, moving so that his cock brushed against his lover's opening.
Harry tried to push back onto his lover’s cock, small moans escaping him. "Draco, fuck me," he whimpered.
"Yes," the blond answered, pushing inside his lover's body. "Touch yourself," he growled, pulling back on Harry's hips to impale him.
Harry was still pressed over the bench and it was hard to manoeuvre his hand underneath himself at first, but he eventually got it, having to turn his body a bit onto the side. The position was awkward, but Harry didn't care because all he could feel was Draco.
Draco moaned and thrust and lost himself in the feel of sliding in and out of his lover's body. "Fuck, yes," he gasped.
Harry met Draco's thrusts, his hand and body moving in rhythm with him. "More, Draco, more!"
It thrilled Draco that he didn't have to hold back with Harry. He pounded into his body, claws cutting into his lover's hips and both their bodies were soon slick with sweat.
Harry had begun to cry out with every thrust, unable to hold back either. "Close!" he yelled moments later, trembling hard as he stroked himself quickly.
Growling as he thrust inside his lover, Draco held himself, buried deep as he filled him.
Harry came with him, moaning Draco's name and squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco panted, shuddering for another minute before he slowly withdrew from his lover's body.
Harry reached to grip the bench again so he didn't fall back, still breathing hard as he recovered.
Draco withdrew his claws and then crouched down, licking the wounds on Harry's hips.
Humming softly, Harry relaxed on the bench with his eyes closed.
Draco thoroughly cleaned the blood from his lover's skin and then sat back on his heels, smiling up at him.
"You're so good at that," Harry sighed happily, not moving yet.
"We are good together," Draco said softly.
"We are, aren't we? Very good, I'd say," Harry replied with a grin.
Draco got up and redressed, shaking his head at the damage he had done to yet another pair of trousers. "Still want to go flying?" he asked, smirking.
"Of course!" Harry got up, reaching down to pull up his underwear and trousers, buttoning them up quickly. "Still going to beat you. Even if my arse is a little sore."
Draco chuckled happily.
***
Harry walked back to the Leaky Cauldron after delivering their latest batch of potions to Fred and George's shop in Diagon Alley. The business was going great and the twins were thankful for the extra potions Draco and Harry were providing.
Harry had arranged with Ron to meet him later on that day for a few drinks and that's where he was heading. He walked inside, managing to ignore the stares he still got. People had said he looked different, with his longer hair and such, but Harry didn't care. He was happy and that's all that mattered to him.
Ron was already at a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron and he waved at Harry to get his attention.
Harry smiled and walked over, taking a seat across from Ron. "Hey, Ron!" he said cheerfully, pulling off his cloak and getting comfortable.
"So, I hear you and Malfoy are helping supply the students of Hogwarts with more potions to drive the professors crazy," Ron greeted him.
Harry laughed, nodding quickly. He remembered those days in Hogwarts. "It's brilliant! And fun, so much fun."
"Fred told me some of the ideas Draco came up with," Ron said. "Sounds mad."
That got Harry to grin. "Definitely is. So, how's your job? Anything exciting happen?" Just then Tom came around and set two drinks down. Harry pulled his close with a smile.
"Dawlish is a prick, but I like the program," Ron said. "Three years is a long time to train but I certainly use what we learned in the DA.".
Harry nodded, almost wishing that he was a part of the Auror Program along with Ron. He would've been, but a few things had gotten in his way. Not that he regretted it now. "It's not hard, is it?"
"It's a lot of work and I swear they give more homework than Snape and McGonagall combined, but I am having fun. I do wish you would consider joining," Ron said.
"Maybe later, Ron," Harry said with a nod. "If I decide to, I'm sure you'll help me through it."
Ron rolled his eyes. "So how long you gonna let your hair grow?" he asked, tugging on a dark lock playfully. Harry’s hair was almost to his shoulder blades now.
Harry smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. I like it like this. Easier to handle than when it was short and wild."
"Now it is long and wild," Ron teased. "Speaking of wild, how is Draco?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the joke. "He's doing better since you last saw him. Adjusting nicely. How's Hermione doing?" Harry hadn't realized how much he missed his best friends until then.
They talked for a while, sharing stories. Harry told a few about Elise and Ron told him about Hermione's latest house-elf rights campaign. Finally, it was time to go. "So we can do this next week, too?" Ron asked.
"It'd be great if we could," Harry said, nodding with a smile and slowly getting up so that he could pull his cloak on. "So next week. Tell Hermione I said hello?"
"Sure, mate," Ron said. "See you then."
"See you then, Ron," Harry replied, smiling at him before he turned to leave the shop. He pulled his cloak tightly around him and then he thought of Grimmauld Place, Apparating home.