ABC Drarry

A/N: I've had a few suggestions and prompts, but for letters later in the alphabet. Obviously, I will be starting at 'A' and working my way through. Shelielaff was the first person to give me a word/prompt starting with 'A' so this drabble is based on her suggestion.

A is for Amortentia

"Are you sure we have the correct address?" Draco asked him for the umpteenth time.

Harry glared at his partner, "Yes I'm sure. Be quiet we're meant to be launching a surprise bust. If you carry on asking stupid questions we'll be discovered." Harry complained.

Draco huffed and turned his attention to the small cottage – it looked like it belonged on one of those muggle postcards. It was quaint, pretty and really nothing like he expected.

Harry wasn't really angry at Draco, he was just hungry, tired and most of all he really could not be dealing with squatting in the mud spying on a low-level criminal.

It started a few months ago, someone was brewing a variety of simple potions that were used by the masses on a regular basis; such as hangover potions, pepper up and dreamless sleep. Then they would add Muggle drugs to the mix, so their customers would become addicted to the potions and come back for more.

They also discovered that someone had been selling love potions to the muggles, passing it off as an alcoholic cocktail. Harry couldn't fathom why they would do it, probably for shits and giggles, but most likely to just earn some money. The muggles in question weren't harmed, the love potion would wear off and they would be returned to their previous state. However it was causing all manner of complications, people suddenly falling in love with someone else when they were married to name one complication.

Harry and Draco had investigated the case and discovered from descriptions that it was likely the same brewer selling spiked potions to the wizards, as they sold amortentia to muggles. The criminal in question either thought they would never be discovered and therefore didn't bother hiding their true identity or more likely they were not very skilled at that type of magic. Only being a competent potions brewer with knowledge of the muggle world and muggle drugs.

It didn't help the situation that last month was Valentine's day and the muggles went crazy to buy anything associated with love. Harry thought that the brewer was clever in the fact that they chose to put the love potion in a heart shaped bottle, with two straws – one sticking out each curve of the heart at the top. The potion was packaged in such a way to appeal to the muggles who wanted to indulge in the sickly sweet over the top valentines day commercial holiday.

Not that Harry hated valentines day – not at all, just being single on a day like that really did suck. Luckily for the Aurors, one dinner at the targeted restaurant was a witch and when someone came around selling the aforementioned love potion disguised as a cocktail, she recognised it by the colour and smell. She purchased one but didn't drink it, then she took it as evidence to the aurors.

That was how Harry had spent his valentines day, at the office interviewing said witch, whilst Draco looked into the potion and restaurant.

Draco was talking again and Harry had to strain to hear him over the wind – the git was whispering because Harry had told him to stop being loud earlier.

"What?" Harry replied.

Draco rolled his eyes, "I said I think we should attempt to get inside the cottage. Our checks have shown that this idiot hasn't even got any wards up. It should be a simple arrest."

Harry nodded and they cast notice me not charm on themselves and silently approached the picturesque cottage. The front door was locked but a non-verbal alohomora from Draco and it was opened. The front door opened into the living room. The cottage was dark and appeared to be empty.

Harry cast homenum revelio and informed Draco, "No one is home."

Draco nodded and muttered, "Lumos."

His wand tip lit up and they began searching the property for evidence. Harry cast a spell to alert them if someone approached the property, lit his own wand and began searching too.

"Nothing!" Draco called out exasperated. "I told you it was the wrong address." Draco snapped at Harry smugly.

Harry held his tongue and politely, all be it flatly, replied, "We haven't checked everywhere yet."

Harry almost cheered when he spotted a door in the kitchen that he was certain must lead to a basement of some sort. It must be the place as the door had a few wards and other spells on – which Harry easily disabled.

He signalled Draco and they edged their way downstairs. Harry wished that they could just finish up here already – Draco was standing far too close to him and Harry could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

Over the last two years, he had developed a truce, a friendship and now an all out crush on his Auror partner.

"Do you have to stand so close?" He snapped.

Draco stepped into the room knocking Harry's shoulder as he went by, "Excuse me for existing – blimey you're grumpy today." He observed.

Harry sighed, "No I'm tired, hungry and really want to just go home."

Draco shrugged, "Ditto, but you don't see me getting all pissy over my personal space."

Harry ignored him he did not want to open that can of worms.

"Excellent." Draco triumphantly declared.

Harry joined him and grinned, they had found the makeshift potions lab. With glass bottles, the same as the one used to sell love potion as cocktails to the muggles. Upon further inspection, they found the ingredients and muggle drugs.

Harry approached a small cauldron and knew what it contained by what he smelt. He turned to face Draco who just joined him, he had a small smile on his face and Harry desperately wanted to ask what Draco smelt when inhaling the amortentia.

Draco flicked his eyes to Harry but once he made eye contact he looked away suddenly, his face flushed.

Harry smelt treacle tart and broomsticks amongst other things – been the same since school, but recently he also smelt Draco – his unique scent. Which he could only attribute to his crush on Draco.

Harry could not help himself he looked directly at Draco, "What do you smell when you inhale amortentia?" He asked hopefully.

Draco smiled, "Many things as I love a lot of smells – new and old books, the air after it rains, log fires, to name a few."

Harry smiled too because Draco looked contented when relaying his list – but he could not help feeling disappointed. What did he expect really a confession of love and an admission that Draco smelt something related to him – who was he kidding?

Draco stepped closer, met Harry's eye and said, "Actually there is one important thing that I smell..." he stopped speaking and snapped his head towards the stairs.

"Someone is here they've triggered the detection charm." He hurried to say, he non-verbally cast nox and moved to hide within the room.

Harry copied his actions and just in time.

A female voice called out, "Whose there? I know someone is here as the wards on my basement door have been cancelled." She had walked to the bottom of the stairs by the end of the sentence.

She didn't move into the room, just hovered hesitantly at the foot of the stairs, "Josh this isn't funny – you win I'm frightened."

Harry knew what Draco would be planning – he knew Draco well as they had been Auror partners for a couple of years. Harry waited and smiled to himself when Draco cast a non-verbal Lumos and made his presence known – pointing his wand at the female. Harry had guessed right, Draco could tell by the person's voice that they were no threat, they were young and scared. Draco had his wand aimed at her just in case she attempted to run – but they both agreed that there was no point casting spells if the situation did not call for it.

Harry had also moved into the light and took in the sight of the stranger. She looked about fifteen and she was crying.

"It's okay we're aurors we're not going to hurt you. Are you alone?" Harry reassured.

She nodded, "Y-yes I'm alone b-b-but my boyfriend will be back soon." She tearfully confirmed, through tears.

"Josh?" Draco asked remembering the name the girl called earlier.

"Yes. I'm in so much trouble, I am so sorry. I don't want to go to prison, I just wanted some money and Josh..." she started crying hysterically and they couldn't understand the rest of her outburst.

They cast a binding charm to restrain her, similar to how muggle handcuffs work, read her rights as it were and were halfway through trying to calm her down so they could take her into questioning when they heard heavy footsteps above.

Draco raced up the stairs hoping to get to them before they could apparate. Harry heard a thud as someone hit the floor and then, "I stupefied him. I'll take him to The Ministry meet you there with the girl." Draco called down the stairs.

Moments later Clara was in one interview room and Josh in another. Josh was waiting to be questioned as Harry and Draco questioned a sensitive young teenager.

"My parents are going to ground me forever." She whined.

Draco forced himself not to roll his eyes, really what was she thinking going out with someone older than her – someone who was a little shit no less.

"If you cooperate and tell us everything you will be free to go as you are under-age and are mainly only accountable for your stupidity." Harry said authoritatively.

Her eyes widened, "I can't snitch on Josh. He'll never want to see me again if I do."

Draco snorted, "Please. You think he isn't spinning some elaborate tale to blame all this on you? You think he really cares what happens to you? He was using you." He coldly said.

That did it she started talking, "My parents own an apothecary and Josh convinced me to steal the ingredients. He said he could do all the brewing and selling. If I let him use my basement and supplied the ingredients he would cut me in on any money made." She confessed.

"Stealing is a criminal offence." Draco pointed out.

She started crying, "I know but Josh said my parents wouldn't miss a few ingredients and they wouldn't notice. I know it was wrong but I didn't think about it too much."

"Evidently." Draco dryly replied fed up with babysitting this idiotic teenage girl who would do anything because a bad boy asked her to.

Harry passed her a bottle of water, "This will go on your record and we will need to inform your parents. They may want to press charges for the shoplifting but it's unlikely. Did you know about what went into the potions that Josh sold to the wizarding world?"

Harry was trying to gauge if she knew about the muggle drugs. Their background check on Josh showed he was a muggle-born and he mostly got hold of the drugs without Clara's knowledge and added them to the potions. He wanted the customers addicted to ensure repeat business – making him more money.

She frowned, "No. I'm home schooled at the moment and I'm awful at potions. Josh was my private tutor my parents hired – he is older than me you see and well he..."

"Took advantage." Draco cut in.

Harry glanced at him and decided to step in before Draco gave the girl an epic lecture, "Why don't you go question Josh and I'll deal with Clara and her parents. That way we'll be done quicker." He suggested politely, making sure to smile.

Draco pushed his chair back and stood, "Gladly – I've had my fill of silly little girls." He swooped out of the room and Clara started crying again.

Harry sighed and prayed her parents would arrive soon. Harry spent a long afternoon talking and explaining things to Clara's parents – how they didn't notice a potions lab in their basement he'd never know. Clara was released and told she would have to return at a later date to testify in Josh's hearing.

Back in their shared office Draco and Harry were completing a mountain of paperwork. Robes had been taken off and in Harry's case chucked to one side – Draco's were hanging up wrinkle free.

Harry finished his second coffee, sighed and pushed his shirt sleeves up a bit too roughly – heaving a big sigh as he did so.

Draco looked up at the noise and stared at Harry without him being aware that he was looking. Draco loved watching Harry when he was tired and frazzled – his hair became even more wild, as he got hot he would remove his robe and roll his sleeves up and would huff and puff. It never failed to make Draco smile.

"Problem?" He asked knowing Harry hated paperwork.

Harry looked up, "Bloody paperwork is ridiculous." He grumbled throwing his quill down on his desk in a strop.

Draco grinned, Harry narrowed is eyes, "What is so funny?" he asked straight faced.

"You're ridiculous." He replied, fighting a smile.

Harry pouted and leant back in his chair, arms behind his head stretching his aching muscles, "Why am I ridiculous?" He wanted to know.

Draco stood and walked over to Harry's desk, his muscles were aching too so the few steps to reach Harry was welcomed. He placed both palms on Harry's desk and leant forwards, "Because you go through the same charade every time we have lots of paperwork. You know you'd get the work done quicker if you just go on with it and didn't stop to sulk and complain." He teased.

Harry sat forward and smiled up into Draco's face, "Where would the fun be in that – I like to moan." He challenged.

Draco smirked and oh fuck how Harry wanted to kiss him every time he did that.

"You like to moan huh? I'm sure there are better situations then this where you could have a good moan and get it out of your system." He suggested.

Harry screwed up his nose, "You know as well as I do that there seems to be a lack of dateable wizards. We are both going through a dry spell after all." He truthfully admitted.

Draco face expression mimicked Harry's, nose scrunched up in displeasure, "Don't remind me." He whined.

He straightened up and declared, "Hurry up and finish your paperwork. Tonight, Potter, we are going to get wasted!" He proclaimed.

Harry chuckled and rushed through the remainder of his paperwork – he was sure the head Auror would make him re-do it.

They didn't bother to go home and change, they went straight to the nearest wizarding bar and ordered some drinks.

Once settled into a booth and a few drinks later Harry told Draco, "Best idea you've had in a long time." Holding his drink up and toasting Draco.

Draco raised his glass, "Here here," he cheered, adding, "To finally solving the stupid amortentia case."

Harry clinked his glass next to Draco's, "Yes to that. I really don't want to smell that stupid potion again for a long time. Reminds me of things I haven't got." He drunkenly stated.

Draco frowned, "Potter, you can have treacle tart and broomsticks whenever you choose." Knowing they were things Harry smelt when around the love potion.

Harry should not have drunk this much alcohol on an empty stomach, he was more intoxicated than he thought and replied, "I wasn't on about those things. I smell freshly laundered clothes -with a clean smell, shoe polish and hair products." He announced – that was what Draco smelt of.

Draco burst out laughing, "Potter you can have freshly laundered clothes!"

Harry frowned, "I didn't mean MY freshly laundered clothes. I smell those things whenever I get near you – you twat."

Draco froze – hang on did Harry just admit that he smells me? He asked himself.

Harry caught sight of Draco's face and the realisation hit – he had confessed to Draco about how he felt. Harry stood and darted for the door. Draco hot on his heels but wasn't quick enough as the bartender shouted about paying the tab. Draco ran to the bar threw some money down on the counter and headed for Harry's house – he was sure to be home by now.

Draco was knocking on Harry's front door repeatedly, "Open up Harry. Please!" He requested nicely.

No answer.

Draco banged the door harder, "Potter, open this fucking door." He snapped dropping the niceties.

"Potter! Stop being a drama queen. If you did not run off you would know how I truly felt about your confession." He shouted.

He waited, no answer, he turned to leave and saw Harry stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at him with hope in his eyes.

Draco descended the three steps and did not bother explaining he just captured Harry's lips in a searing kiss. They had time for explanations later.

- The End -