Standard disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters. I also do not own the Sandman or it's characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling, and Neil Gaiman respectively. Just another on shot in a series of stories of Harry's encounters with various members of the Endless. This is going to be a slash story with Harry/Draco pairing. (No cliche there right? lol) For those of you that haven't read the Sandman, Desire is a combination of both sexes, so when another member of the Endless is referring to it they will use Sister or Brother interchangeably. One last thing I apologize if the slang used is incorrect or if I make Seamus sound like a stereotype. I'm American (I know sorry we don't get much exposure to European culture, Especially in Ohio) so I may not be using it correctly. Hope you enjoy this.

What do you Desire?: Part 1

Harry potter sat alone at the bar in Finnigan's pub in Hogsmeade. He was currently nursing his second fire whiskey, and his head was buzzing from the effects of the alcohol. He'd come to drown out the stress of his new life as an Auror. In the years following the war he'd managed to secure his dream job, but he hadn't anticipated the amount of time and effort it would demand. The last few months he'd been everywhere but home. He'd scoured the globe searching for dark wizards and witches and bringing them to justice.

Tonight on his first furlough in weeks he just wanted to get good and pissed and forget about work for a while. He had at least taken the time to apparate home and change out of his work clothes. In his usual attire of casual jeans and a t-shirt with a hooded sweater, he felt more like himself than he had in months. He had tried to get his unruly black hair under control, but it seemed to want none of it, so it was as messy and tousled as ever. He sat with his chin resting on his open palm and his emerald green eyes stared blankly into space with an melancholy expression.

The proprietor of the pub was his dearly devoted old school mate Seamus. Said proprietor was currently attending to other patrons, but as he stopped to clean a few glasses he glanced over in Harry's direction. He took notice of the sullen look on his friend's face. "Oi Harry lad, what's allin ya?" He called over to his mate.

Harry snapped out of his mental funk at Seamus's remark. "Hmmm." He answered turning his head to look over at the man behind the bar.

Seamus smirked and posed the question again. "I said what's aillin ya. You're lookin' a might gutted."

Harry's dismal visage broke into a small smile. Seamus had a way of soliciting such a reaction out of him. It had been that way since their school days back at Hogwarts. He trusted Seamus and though he wanted to tell his friend what was really bother him, he quickly blurted out one of his standard answers.

"I'm fine, it's just been a mad couple of months." He replied. It wasn't a total lie. It had in fact been a very busy period for the Ministries Auror's. However, it wasn't the only thing bothering him. To put it bluntly Harry was lonely.

In the months following the end of the war his romance with Ginny had fizzled out. It seemed that after the tragedies they had both suffered during the battles they could no longer find that spark that had drawn them together. Ginny had eventually started seeing Dean again, and Harry had simply let her go. Knowing in his heart that they were not meant for each other it had been an amicable split. Still, that had been three years ago, and with no time to eek out a romantic life for himself with his work schedule; Harry was feeling very lonesome indeed.

Seamus was unconvinced by Harry's obvious stock answer. He set the glass he was wiping with a cloth down and walked to the end of the bar to stand in front of his mate. "Rubbish." Seamus said as he looked Harry square in the eye. "Come on Harry it's me. From one Gryffindor to another, what's really wrong with ya?"

Harry sighed. It was obvious that the pretense he had been using on his colleges was not going to work with someone that knew him so well. "Sorry mate." He began sheepishly. "Truth is I'm just out of sorts lately. Been feeling a bit lonely these days."

Seamus shrugged and shook his head slightly. "So what's to stop ya from findin' a little company?" He asked giving Harry a bemused look. "Plenty o' fillies around the place tonight, take yer pick."

Harry snorted at his friend's comment. As if just being Harry Potter was enough to get into any girls pants. Then again he had been getting quite a lot of attention from girls since the defeat of Voldemort. The trouble was it wasn't the girls he wanted the attention from. Harry hadn't put up a fight for Ginny due largely in part to the fact that he had discovered his attraction to men in his last year at Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione had known, but Harry could tell from Seamus's statement it was obvious that he didn't know yet. Maybe it was the feeling of comradery between them, or maybe it was the alcohol emboldening him that made Harry decide to come clean.

"It's not the fillies I'm after." Harry replied taking another slug from his glass of whiskey.

Seamus's brows knit in confusion and then shot up in a look of surprise as he got the gist of what Harry was telling him. "Oh, well still mate, there's bound to be a nice bloke that'd be happy to have a shag with ya." He said with another of his trademark grins.

That actually got a laugh out of Harry. He was glad that Seamus was able to accept this bit of information about him with such sublime equanimity. His friends had never been the judgmental type, it was what made them the kind of people Harry wanted in his life.

"I'll keep my eyes open yeah?" Harry returned giving Seamus a wink. His mate nodded and returned to his duties as bar tender waiting on customers. Harry downed the rest of the fire whiskey, and felt a little better in spite of himself.

OoOoo

In a dimly lit corner of the bar Draco Malfoy sat alone at one of the booths set into the wall. His own expression was just as sullen as Harry's. Though he had been too lost in his own thoughts to even notice is old rival was even in the bar. In fairness though, rival was no longer the appropriate word. He and Harry had buried the hatchet, so to speak, after the war. Draco had atoned for his sins during his years at Hogwarts with public apologies and some wizarding world community service that had been doled out by the Wizengamot. Still, his image as a Death-eater had been hard to shed. There were still citizens of the their world that looked on him and his family with contempt. Harry however had accepted his reformation, but they rarely saw one another. He knew that Harry was keeping busy with assignments from the Auror department. And, he himself had been wrapped up in securing his own business of potion making.

Dressed to the nines as usual in a smart suit of Prussian blue with a crisp white shirt and black tie he looked like he'd just stepped off the cover of Witch Weekly. His ghostly blond hair was neatly combed and styled. His silvery gray eyes stared down at the glass of elf-made wine he had only half finished. Draco too had been lonely as of late. Being a member of one of the most hated families in the wizarding world didn't bring many romantic prospects. The women that could overlook his checkered past were the kind of gold-digging, vapid, socialites that he had come to despise. To make matters worse he had been dealing with a great deal of pressure from his father to find a bride and settle down. His mother on the other hand was more sympathetic. She never got flustered or disappointed when he turned down a perspective admirer. She simply assured him that eventually he would find the right person.

He appreciated that she always used the pronoun "person", rather than "girl" or "woman." He had the feeling that his mother knew him well enough not to make that mistake. Draco had known of his proclivity for men since his fifth year at Hogwarts, so he was fairly positive that she had caught on a while ago. As for his father, fuck it. Perhaps he would tell his father, and perhaps he wouldn't. Or maybe he'd just bring a boyfriend round for Christmas. That would give the old bastard a few more gray hairs on his head. Draco found himself chuckling at the idea of just showing up for Christmas lunch with some gorgeous bloke and then turning to his bigoted patriarch and saying "By the way father have you met my boyfriend?" Draco's chuckle faded almost as quickly as it had come when he realized that finding a man to date would be just as difficult. Most hatted family in the wizarding world remember? He thought. He sighed heavily and picked up the glass of wine to take another healthy swig of the dark red liquid. He resigned himself to just get drunk and forget about everything for a while.

OoOoo

In yet another shadowed area of the pub, two beings sat and chatted. Their presence went unnoticed by the other patrons of the bar. That was due to the fact that the two beings did not want to be seen at the moment. One was a young looking, lovely goth. Her raven black hair fell around her face and cascaded down across her shoulders. Her skin was a white as chalk. Her eyes were rimmed in khol and one eye had a stylized Eye of Horus design to it. Around her slender pale neck was a large Ankh on a silver chain. She wore a simple black tank top and black jeans. Her shoes were a pair of plain black pumps. Her over all look was reminiscent of dozens of gothic kids that had been made popular by the genre of music they all seemed to enjoy. Her face was kind looking, and her expression was one of simple amusement.

The other was somewhat different from her companion. If anyone had been able to see the other being sitting at the table they would have had a difficult time determining its sex. The face and form of the other was both masculine and feminine. Its eyes and cheek bones were quite dainty, but its jawline was squared and hard like a mans. Its hair was not as long as its cohorts, but it fell to the middle of its neck and framed the face in a delicate girlish way. Its amber eyes scanned the crowd of the bar with a look of disinterest. He-she was attired in a white blouse that was the cut of a standard woman's blouse, however the trousers it was wearing were definitely more a mans article of clothing. Its knee high boots had something of a heel to them. Its face was a mask of indifference. While the gothic looking girl did not have a drink in front of her, the hermaphrodite had a glass of butter-beer sitting before it, and it had a lit cigarette between the fingers of its right hand.

The man-woman took a drag from the cigarette and then slowly exhaled causing the smoke to billow up into the light of the lamp hanging over them casting a haze about the two strangers. They were Death, and Desire, of the Endless. Desire looked over at its sister and gave her a look of distaste.

"Sister, did you have a reason for dragging me to this hole in the wall?" It asked irritation thick in its voice.

Death rolled her eyes at her sister-brother's comment. They saw each other rarely, but on this particular night Death had been in Hogsmeade doing her duties, and she'd been feeling a little nostalgic for the company of family.

"I told you, I just wanted some company. I was here in this town collecting someone and thought I'd invite you for a drink after." Death said plainly.

"Then why not our brother Morpheus, or my twin?" Desire countered. "Surely they would enjoy something as mundane as this better than I." Desire was referring to its twin sister Despair, and their mutual sibling Dream.

Death sighed at her sister-brother's question. "Because we hardly ever see one another." She replied. "Besides you love going to bars."

Desire took flicked the ashes from the end of its cigarette onto the floor of the pub before speaking again. "Yes, decent bars in the decent cities of the normal world, not low-brow dives in the wizarding community." It clarified.

Death crossed her arms and pulled an annoyed face. "Well I didn't force you to come." She stated.

Her sister-brother smiled smugly took a swig from its butter-beer. "No, nor could you have even if you wanted to." It said. Desire had always been the most arrogant member of the family.

Death rolled her eyes again and leaned back into her chair. "Your congenial company wasn't my only reason for coming here." She began. "I also wanted to check on the boy." Death nodded in the direction of the young man with the disheveled black hair sitting at the bar.

"What boy?" Desire asked, its curiosity peaked. He-she looked over in the direction its sister had nodded in. Its eyes lit up at the sight it beheld. "Well well what have we here, is that who I think it is?"

"Yes it is." Death replied.

Desire's expression changed from disinterest to genuine amusement. "He looks a damn slight better than the last time we saw him, the night you took his parents." It chuckled deep in its throat. "My my the little savior is all grown up. And what a handsome boy he's turned out to be."

Death shot her sister-brother a disapproving look. "Brother what are you up to?" She asked with a warning tone in her voice.

Desire returned her gaze to stare at its sister. It gave Death a quizzical almost insulted look. "Whatever do you mean sister?" It returned with another question.

Death cocked a perfectly groomed black eyebrow at her companion. "You know what I'm talking about, you only get that look when you're up to something." She answered. "If your planing on toying with Harry you'd better forget it."

Desire narrowed her eyes at its sister. "Toying? Sister, I'm offended. I do not toy with mortals I simply make life more interesting for them." It said.

"Yes but it usually ends badly for them." Death retorted.

Desire took another drag from its cigarette then exhaled the smoke above its head. "Oh it does not, and I'll have you know some of my greatest accomplishments have been historically famous." It stated indignantly. "Caesar and Cleopatra, Samson and Delilah, Helen of Troy and Paris..."

"And they all ended in tragedy." Death countered pointing a finger at her sister-brother for emphasis. "I'm serious Desire, don't go messing with the boy's heart, he's been through enough."

"And you just assume that I will lead him to a similar fate?" It responded. "Please sister, you know I don't determine that. I merely get the ball rolling, what they do from there is their business."

"But, you have a tendency to pick the couples most likely to end up in dire circumstances." Death stated.

Desire huffed and crushed the cigarette out on the wooden surface of the table. "Oh do stop being so tiresome." It said as it crossed its arms. "Since when did you take a personal interest in the lives of mortals?"

Death mulled over her sister-brother's question. It was true that in the infinite span of her existence she did not usually care so much about the life and happiness of certain mortals. But, that was why the laws which governed her dictated that once a century she had to spend a day among them, living as they did. She rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward to stare at the handsome brunet sitting at the bar.

"I don't know." She said truthfully. "I just feel for the boy. I was with him the first time he was supposed to die, as well as the second time. I guess you could say we have history." She glanced back at her sibling. "Which is why I don't want you manipulating him. You'll just lead him to a broken heart."

Desire sneered at its sister. "If you think I'm going to pass up an opportunity like this then your getting as bad as Dream." It declared haughtily. When Death shot it a hard, almost menacing look, it put up its hands in a peace offering gesture. "But don't worry yourself. I promise he won't get his little mortal heart broken."

"I'm going to hold you to that." Death retorted with a steely gaze.

Desire smiled smugly again and downed the rest of the butter-beer. Then glanced back over at its sister. "Well don't think I'm going to do anything with you standing over my shoulder all night." It said. "Don't you have work to do?"

Death was beginning to feel sorry for suggesting that she and Desire spend any time together, but her sister-brother was right. She did have work to be done, she always did. "Yes as a matter of fact, but remember what I said, none of your star-crossed lovers crap." Then Death stood up from the table and looked over to where Harry was sitting. "Just give him some happiness, he deserves it." She said and vanished as if she had never been there at all.

Desire's mouth twisted into a devilish grin as it scanned the room. Harry was only one part of the equation, it always took two to tango. As its amber yellow eyes looked around they honed in exactly the person it was looking for. Low and behold Draco Malfoy was sitting not but 10 paces away from it. Oh this is going to be fun, it thought.

Didn't think this would come in two parts. Part 2 should be up in a day or so, hope you liked it.