-Authors Note-
This is just a short little Harry Draco drabble following Draco's hearing at the Ministry after the war. Innuendoes abound. There is almost no plot and I found it difficult to rate.
Disclaimer-
You are welcome to sue me, but I swear I don't have any money. I am also fully aware that Harry Potter does not belong to me. I am a mere minion writing this story.
"Why did you help me at my trial, Pothead." Draco Malfoy stood on Harry's doorstep the evening of his release from Azkaban. "Hero complex wouldn't let the Death Eater get a Dementors kiss?"
Harry smiled at the blonde.
"Maybe I was jealous."
"Jealous?!" Malfoy spat incredulously. "Of getting the dementor's kiss?"
"Of the dementor, actually."
Malfoy stared at Harry in confusion.
"I wanted to get you off." Harry continued.
"You wanted to get me off." Malfoy repeated.
Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Well you got me off." Malfoy was growing agitated. "Tell me why!"
"I haven't gotten you off yet, Malfoy."
Slowly comprehension slid on Malfoy's face.
"You wanted to- me- get off?" He sputtered indignantly.
"Yes."
"Well, that's, I mean-"
Harry waited.
"-I suppose that's alright then, Pothead"
"Do you want to come?" Harry asked as he stepped back into his house.
Malfoy followed him inside.