HARDware store
"You're pretty, but are you worth taking home with me?" Neville said seriously to the trowel in front of him using a voice usually reserved only for plants and hippogriffs.
"Who the fuck says I'd let you take me home Longbottom?" Malfoy replied harshly through a gap in the shelves.
Neville, who nowadays was always willing to risk sounding like an asshole in the name of humor, continued to speak to the shovel. "Just because you're attractive and expensive doesn't mean you won't break when I plow you into the ground."
"I highly doubt you could break me." Draco said, coming around the isle next to Neville, one challenging eyebrow raised.
And honestly that was not the response Neville expected, but it was his own fault. Neville just held up the trowel, hoping it would explain everything; Draco raised his eyebrow further.
"Get it." He said, shrugging.
It wasn't until later; when Neville was sweaty and begging, grinding upwards with nimble fingers twisting the trowel handle deeper into his arse, that he realized just how much he loved hardware stores.
I was going to put a link in for exactly what trowel I was thinking of, but then in my search for the perfect trowel things derailed and got less amusing and more traumatizing.