Summary: This is a short slashy drabble featuring my favorite pairing: Draco/Harry. Harry let Draco, his Auror partner, sleep in and now he is beginning to regret it.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters. Only the plot is mine and I am writing it for fun, not profit

Apparition

Harry didn't look up from the report he was filing as the door to his office breezed open. "So glad you could make it," he said dryly, taking for granted that he recognized the presence of his partner without so much as a glance towards the door.

"I've no doubt that you are, Potter," Draco Malfoy purred, parking his arse on the corner of Harry's desk. "In fact, I'm willing to bet that 'glad' doesn't even begin to cover it."

Harry carefully schooled his features before looking up at the other Auror.

"Oh?" he said, striving to sound indifferent. "And why is that?"

"Well, for one thing, you had to fend for yourself where breakfast was concerned, seeing as letting me sleep meant forgoing my delightful cooking skills."

Harry scowled because it was true. His pathetic attempt at toast and eggs paled in comparison to anything Draco could have concocted.

"And for another," Draco ran his fingers through the dark hair at the base of Harry's neck, making the brunet's breath hitch. "I have a feeling that Apparating was considerably less interesting without me."

Draco cocked a pale brow suggestively and Harry couldn't help but blush. By now, the pair was notorious for the manner in which they Apparated to work each morning. So much so, in fact, that Kingsley Shacklebolt, the head Auror, had spoken to them about it more than once. For by now it was an everyday occurrence for the two Aurors to pop into existence in the lobby of the Ministry locked in a twining embrace and kissing passionately. The most notable instance involved them appearing in the middle of the golden fountain. Harry's legs had been spread apart to allow Draco's thigh to press against his groin and his neck had been tipped back in pleasure as his partner sucked at his neck. Yes, Apparating to work with Draco was certainly an interesting event with which to start the morning. An event which Harry had missed out on this particular morning.

"I'm beginning to regret letting you sleep in, Malfoy." Harry growled.

Draco gave his trademark smirk and snagged Harry's robes, pulling him closer. "I thought you might be."