A/N: Just a little oneshot to stop me going insane. Maybe the first in a series. Maybe not. Enjoy!
Elevation
"Harry!"
Draco's lithe body squirmed as one of Harry's strong arms wound its way around his thin waist. "Someone will see us."
"Ever the voice of reason, Draco," sighed Harry, defeated, yet he did not let go of the former Slytherin.
A light dinged on over the other side of the small, box-like cubicle they were in and the pair sprung apart.
"Morning, Harry," mumbled Ron cheerfully through a mouthful of toast. "Malfoy," he acknowledged distastefully with a nod. Swallowing, the flame-haired intruder continued, "I'm just on my way down to the Department of Mysteries. Parkinson wasn't 'entirely satisfied' with my report on those vampires acting up in Albania." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Not much to say as far as I'm concerned really," concluded Ron, wiping his crumb covered hands on his robes.
"Indeed," agreed Harry, face full of sincerity.
The light dinged again as a cool voice announced, "Level Nine, Department of Mysteries."
"Here goes nothing," muttered the freckled man as he exited the lift, "wish me luck."
"Good luck, mate," grinned Harry.
As the elevator doors clanged shut once more, Draco hit Harry playfully on the arm. "For crying out loud, can you not keep your hands off me for two seconds?"
"Absolutely not," declared Harry, causing Draco to preen slightly through his exasperation, "you are far too delicious, Draco Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes and pretended to gag, "and you are a hopeless romantic, Potter. I hope you are thoroughly ashamed of yourself."
"You love it really, Dray," and a wicked grin flashed across Harry's handsome, tanned face.
"Oh please," argued Draco, but he was interrupted by yet another dinging light.
"This is me," said Harry, looking slightly dejected. The lift doors rattled open and Harry went to kiss Draco on the cheek, only to be stopped by a long, slender finger pointed at his face.
"You dare, Potter," hissed the blond.
"Oh, I forgot, not in public," Harry corrected himself, sounding thoroughly unenthusiastic about the whole matter. "'Til tonight, my love," he whispered dramatically, "Farewell," and his cloaked form twirled, disappearing down the corridor.
Draco pressed a thin, white finger to one of the many golden buttons as the elevator doors closed again. "Idiot," he smiled fondly to himself.
Get it? The title? I'm so clever with words… Tell me what you think and whether I should continue with bits of fluff like this. Apparently I can only do happy Draco/Harry for a few hundred words before having to revert back to overly dramatic relationship angst.
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