Harry settled into the couch in his office and patted the spot beside it, looking up at Draco to sit with him. Draco awkwardly did so.
"Alright, Potter. Let's hope you weren't incorrect about my ability to handle whatever this is," Draco remarked.
Harry chuckled, "I don't think I've ever overestimated you before."
Draco shoved his shoulder lightly, but soon turned his attention to the file in front of them. Harry opened it and they both skimmed the contents quickly.
"Well, it appears that you would be just the right person to help me on this," Harry commented.
Draco was highly offended, "Excuse me, Potter, but what are you insinuating."
Harry blushed profusely and tried to stammer out an explanation, swallowing hard. He close his eyes and took a breath.
"Look, I only meant that these sort of folk...they tend towards a certain type, alright? And this one happens to prefer gorgeous blonds," Harry blushed all down his neck when he realized what he said and Draco raised an interested eyebrow.
"So," he drawled out the word, "You think that the perv will try to pick me up because, what, my hair is so light?"
Harry shook his head, trying to avoid more offense, "No, but uhm it's that and you're tall and...and well, you've seen a mirror before, you don't need me to tell you."
"Don't need you to tell me what?" Draco challenged.
Harry tried to be nonchalant, "That you're attractive."
Draco smirked, "Well, maybe I did."
Harry furrowed his brows in confusion. Certainly Malfoy heard that he was attractive enough times before. He's pretty sure Pansy had created a theme song based off of his stunningly blue eyes some time ago, so...why would Draco need Harry's confirmation? He didn't understand.
"Anyway, Potter, let's actually get back to the case," Draco sighed in exasperation when the raven went silent.
Harry nodded and read through it again, "So someone is finding these hot, young, blond guys in gay clubs throughout Wizarding London and kidnapping them. Then, when they're found, they've obviously been manhandled and then obliviated. Therefore, to actually catch the perpetrator, we'll have to lure him in using you as bait."
"Alright," Draco confirmed, "When do we start?"
"Well, we can start tonight. Until then, we should get you some proper clubbing attire," Harry suggested.
With a scoff, Draco curled his lip, "You honestly think I don't already own something good enough?"
Harry blushed, "All of the kidnapped guys had been wearing tight short-shorts and tank tops when they were taken. Do you already own clothes of that nature?"
Harry was having a hard time listening to Draco's response, as his mind had decided to picture Draco in just that. He was struggling with keeping eye contact with the blond when a sudden heat made him realize he should button his robes.
Draco smirked, "What, are you cold or something?"
"Uh, yeah, cold, that's it," Harry sputtered.
The blond shook his head, "Come on, we're going to my place. You can determine if what I have is decent enough or if we should go out shopping for something closer to the kidnapper's M.O."
Harry swallowed and nodded, standing and adjusting himself as he followed Draco out the door.