Disclaimer - don't own it, never did.
AN: This drabble was written by Lady Lestat. Harry and Draco are currently living together after the war and Hogwarts is over. Enjoy and excuse any OOC (I claim artistic liscence).
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Draco fished the keys out of his butt hugging black Levis and quickly selected the correct one. Glancing up at Harry he raised an eyebrow in inquiry at the look of complete mistrust and apprehension written all over the dark haired man's face.
"Are you sure we can't just walk to the Weasleys?" Harry asked in a pleading tone. Draco rolled his eyes in impatience.
"Harry, I am perfectly capable of driving my own car and if I'm being made to go to the Weasleys then I can at least choose how I go."
"I bet you don't even have a liscence," Harry whimpered. "Oh god! Do you!"
"Just get in the car." Growled Draco.
"I think I'll walk," Harry announced suddenly, "Such a lovely day after all, wouldn't want to waste it. I'll meet you there..." Draco glared at him and Harry got miserably into the sleek sliver Aston Martin. At least he would die in style, Harry thought morosely.
Draco ignored his panicked looks and anxious clutching at his safety belt and slammed the door shut after him. The former Slytherin also decided to pointedly ignore Harry's jolt of fright when he deftly turned the engine on with a roar. Grinning sadistically to himself, Draco pretended not to be able to hear Harry's frantic protests over the blare of rock music on the stereo that came on automatically and the screech of the tyres as they skidded out if the driveway, missing the postman by inches.