Harry or Draco has to go undercover and seduce someone (suspect, suspects relative, suspects housekeeper, whatever) in order to get information for a case. The other is their partner, forced to watch/listen the entire thing unfold. Choose either 1) established relationship -OR 2) not together -AND- 1) Humor -OR- 2) Angst. Minimum: 449 words - Maximum 1009 words.

"I'm not doing this," Draco hissed to him like a baby. Honestly, he was making such a big fuss over this.

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Draco, look, you saw all the information as well as I did. The girl likes tall blond guys, and it looks like this is gonna be the best way to get any information out of her. You're doing it."

He knew Draco was ready to kick up a fit and keep this fight going. He saw it in the way his brows furrowed and his lip stuck out just a bit. But no, Harry wasn't going to let himself be taken in like this. He just rose an eyebrow and leaned forward, knocking on the door. "Alfina Aldrose? I'm Auror Potter, this is Auror Malfoy. Is it alright if we come in? We'd like to ask you a couple questions."

She stared at them in shock. "I- S- Sure. Come on in." She stepped away to allow them into her home. Harry stepped in rather easily, watching Draco with a raised eyebrow. Draco lingered a moment before he stepped inside, Harry noticing the hand that glided feather-light against her hip.

"Thank you so much," he heard Draco murmur.

She carefully closed the door behind them. "I'm sorry, Aurors, have I done something?"

Harry shook his head as he walked to her couch. "No, Ms. Aldrose- Can I call you Alfina? Great. Alfina, you haven't done anything. Mind if I sit?"

"No," she told him, glancing to Draco occasionally. "Go on ahead."

Draco sat beside Harry, though not too close to Harry. His eyelids dropped to about half mast when he looked at her. "We need to ask you about your sister Lakira but… Sorry, I'm terribly thirsty, could you do us with just a small cup, love?" Jeez, Harry almost felt jealous. He was never this nice to him. 'Love.'

"Of… Of course." She stepped into the kitchen, and immediately any of the previous emotion on Draco's face slid away.

He whipped to Harry, "I feel utterly ridiculous." Merlin, he was a drama queen. It was a wonder that Harry was in love with him.

"Too bad, it's working," he told him firmly. Though he could do with toning it back a bit. They were on the job, they didn't need a harassment report filed against them. "You're laying it on thick."

"I thought I was being subtle."

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. He was gay, but he knew he wasn't braindead. "You're being subtle for a guy, not for a girl. Have you ever once flirted with a girl?"

"No." Oh hell, they were doomed. She came back in with a couple tea cups floating beside her as she held the kettle. When it all settled, she poured the tea.

"You said you wanted to ask about Lakira?"

Leaning forward, Harry nodded as she settled into the armchair just to the left of Draco. "Alfina, when was the last time you spoke with your sister?"

"Just last week," she said with a puzzled look. "She's not in trouble, is she?"

"We hope not, but we're just trying to get all the facts, right now. What was it you two talked about?"

Alfina shrugged at the two of them. "Just normal girl stuff. She moved out of our parents' a year ago so she's been dealing with living as an adult, now. She told me about a new guy she started seeing a month ago. Not much more than that."

Draco leaned forward, biting at his lip slightly. "Alfina, please, can you recall any details? Even the slightest thing could help us." Alfina only looked at Draco as she slowly nodded.

"There… There was one thing. She kept talking about how she was sure this guy was the one. That he's changed her mind on a few things. She wouldn't say anything more than that."

"Do you have a name you can give us?"

"...Tirek."

Draco gave her his fake-genuine smile, that really good one that made you think that he really was a good guy and he'd never harm a fly. "Thank you, Alfina. That's a big help, believe me."

"Anytime," she said, sounding out of breath. That was always the funny part. Most everyone believed that smile. That wasn't his real warm, genuine smile, Harry noted to himself. He saw that smile mostly in the morning when he rolled over into those arms, and Draco had already been up a while, just watching him and waiting for him to get up.

"Come on, Draco, we should go. Thank you again, Alfina." Once their backs were to her, Harry watched Draco sigh and look relieved.

"Is it over?" he whispered.

Harry chuckled, "It's over. Come on, I'll make it up to you at the office."

"You had better."