Quick warning - there is some non-consensual stuff towards the end. (Not from our boys, of course)


"How am I supposed to pack for a European sojourn of indeterminate length in a day?" Draco asks as they walk down Harry's street towards his house. After their meeting with Hermione, they had apparated to the Leaky Cauldron so that Draco could excitedly tell Hannah that Harry was taking him on a romantic getaway. Hannah had gushed and Draco had blushed and now they were heading home to pack before their train that evening.

They are going to take the Eurostar to Paris and then change to an overnight sleeper which will take them through France to Switzerland. From there, they will board another train to take them to the alpine town where they will be staying.

Harry can hardly blame Draco for worrying about packing - he is hardly sure what he should take - but at the same time he's not worried. Anything that they don't have, they can buy. And a trip off the grid will be perfect. They can talk about their relationship in private, without worrying who can see them, and even if anyone does, they can pretend it is to keep up their cover. Harry can't wait.

Hermione had impressed upon them as they left that they would be pretty much entirely on their own for this mission as the Ministry didn't want the Battaglia family to catch wind of the fact that someone was surveilling them. It is not the first time Harry has been on such a mission, but it has been a while. It had felt strange when Banks had turned his watch to its emergency only function. But in a way he feels free. It's just him and Draco and the mission at hand.

"Oh dear," Draco says, breaking into Harry's thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Ambulance." Draco points at the vehicle down the road. The flashing lights are off, but there is a person being maneuvered into the vehicle. Harry blinks. It's not a person. It's a body under a sheet. He frowns. He hasn't been on the street for long enough to know who any of his neighbors are, but he seems to recall that there is an elderly couple who lives somewhere further down the street. He had seen them walking together on the day he had moved in.

"That's unfortunate," Harry says. They turn to his house and climb the steps to the front door. Draco cranes his neck to look at the ambulance.

"Doesn't look the the ambulance is going to do much good," Draco says quietly. Harry presses his lips together in a line and makes a noncommittal noise. He pushes the door open and they go inside.

Once the door is shut, Draco goes back to panicking about packing. He rushes up the stairs and Harry tell that he is rummaging through the closet by the clattering of hangers that he hears. He sighs and shakes his head before following the blond upstairs.

"How are you not more worried?" Draco asks as Harry enters the bedroom. There is a pile of clothes on the bed that is almost as tall as Kreacher.

"We can always buy more if we need it," Harry says with a shrug. "Plus, Draco, may I remind you that you're a wizard. You can bring as much as you want with an undetectable extension charm."

"I know that," Draco snaps. "But how to get it all organized? I never used to pack for myself at home. We always had house elves."

"Kreacher," Harry calls. There is a loud crack and the house elf appears in front of Harry.

"The master called?" Kreacher croaks.

"Can you help us pack?" Harry asks. Kreacher looks around the room, taking in the pile of clothes on the bed.

"Certainly Master Harry," he says. "Should I start with Master Draco's things?"

"Please," Draco says.

"Will Master Draco be needing things from his other house?" the elf asks.

"Oh, bollocks," Draco says softly. "I forgot about those. Uh, yes please, Kreacher."

"Certainly," Kreacher says again. He disappears with another loud crack and Draco looks sheepishly over at Harry.

"I can't believe I forgot about Kreacher," he says. "I'm still so used to doing things on my own." Harry crosses the room and takes one of Draco's hands in his.

"That's why we're a team," he says. Draco looks up at him through his lashes and Harry squeezes his hand.

"About that," Draco says.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry says before Draco can say anything else. "Will you be my top secret, most certainly frowned upon by the Ministry boyfriend?"

"Are you asking me if I want to do all the things we do in public in private as well? Only now they mean something?"

"I think they may have meant something for a while," Harry says quietly.

"I think they may have meant something the entire time they weren't supposed to mean anything," Draco replies. He bites his lower lip. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Harry pulls Draco closer to him. They are toe to toe now.

"Mixing business with pleasure."

"I'm not sure there's been quite enough of the latter." Harry leans in so that their faces are inches apart.

"Well, we're going on an impromptu vacation, Potter. You can show me a good time."

"Gladly." Harry closes the gap between them and presses their lips together. He pulls away after a moment. "Just checking - that's a yes? Yes, you will go out with me?" Draco smirks at him and Harry's stomach turns over in delight. Oh how that smirk has made him feel different things over the years. (But was it maybe always attraction?)

"Sure," he says. "I'll be your top secret boyfriend."

Harry and Draco catch the 7:01 Eurostar to Paris, and then get on their sleeper train about an hour after they arrive in Paris. Draco thinks they have made pretty convincing Muggles on their journey. They have dragged their trunks rather than levitating them and they have taken trains as opposed to portkeys for the entire journey. (A small part of him is a little amazed that the Muggles have managed to build a train from London to Paris in the first place. Underwater! What a concept!)

He is delighted by their little sleeper compartment. It is exactly what he had pictured an overnight train would look like. He and Harry both have their own bunks (Draco claimed the top bunk as soon as they had walked in) and there are two seats next to the beds. Once their luggage is stowed, Draco wastes no time in climbing up to his bunk so that he can lord it over Harry.

But Harry doesn't play along. Instead, he pulls his wand out and taps his bunk, muttering something that Draco can't hear. Then he climbs into his bunk, disappearing from Draco's view.

"What are you doing down there?" Draco asks after a long moment. He considers jumping down, but doesn't want to give Potter that satisfaction.

"Taking off all of my clothes," Harry says. Draco can hear the smirk in his voice.

"That seems daring," Draco replies. "Seeing as there's a window into our compartment."

"Yes, well we're moving quite fast. I doubt anyone can see in."

"Are you implying what I think you're implying, Potter?"

"Maybe." Draco gives in. He hops down from his bunk. Harry is indeed taking his clothes off, but he has only managed to get his jacket and scarf off thus far.

"You tease," Draco says. He sits down on Harry's bunk and then notices how much larger it is than his own. "How did you get the bigger bed?" Harry laughs.

"Magic."

"Clever."

"I don't think you've ever said that to me," Harry says. He claps a hand to his chest as though touched.

"Yes, well, the occasion has never arisen before." This earns Draco a shove, which then somehow turns into Harry shuffling over to him on the bed and kissing him until they are both breathing hard. Draco paws at Harry's sweater until the brunet relents and pulls it over hs head, leaving his hair tousled. Draco reaches up and smoothes it down.

"Are we really going to fuck on a train?" Draco asks. His hand has lingered on Harry's cheek, but he lowers it now.

"If you want." Harry looks suddenly shy. "I mean, I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do."

"Hmm," Draco muses. "Do I want to sleep with my boyfriend?" He smirks and sees the tension leave Harry's forehead. "Get your kit off then." He pulls out his wand and casts and obscuring spell at the window. It can never hurt to be cautious. Then he locks the compartment door and turns his attention to Harry.

He reaches up and pulls Harry's face to his. He kisses him softly and slowly. There's none of the rush from Halloween night. They are on holiday and have all the time they could want. And Draco wants to make Harry feel like he's the only person in the world. Because right now, in Draco's world, he is. It's just them, and this compartment, and all night

He takes his time unbuttoning Harry's shirt and when it falls open, he runs his hands down Harry's stomach so gently that he makes the other man shiver. He starts to move them more onto the bed, but realizes that his shoes are still on. He quickly kicks them off, and then lays Harry down and presses himself flush against him.

The train rocks gently as it chugs along, and soon they rock to the same rhythm, so lost in each other that they hardly notice their surroundings.

...

"This is lovely," Draco says as they enter their room. It hardly feels fair to call it a room. It's practically its own house. It is spread over two floors, with the bed on the second floor, looking out over the floor to ceiling windows that have a prime view of the Matterhorn.

It is more modern than the chalet the Malfoy's had owned for the their skiing vacations, and Draco is glad for that. It will mean he is less likely to reflect back on their last trip. It had been fun, of course, but it had been tense at the same time as it had been the year before the Dark Lord had returned. Draco had gone skiing more than he had strictly wanted to just to escape his parents' muttered conversations. He supposes he has that to thank for his proficiency on the slopes.

"That's quite the view," Harry says, breaking into Draco's thoughts. Draco turns to gaze out of the window. He doesn't hear Harry walk up behind him, but suddenly Harry's arms are around him and Harry's head is resting on his shoulder. He smiles and turns his head so their cheeks are touching. Harry pulls away after a moment, but it's only so that he can whisper "I can't wait for you to fuck me in front of that view."

"Oh, you'd like that, would you?"

"Very much so."

"I guess that can be arranged." Draco turns in Harry's arms and kisses him. He revels in the feeling of Harry against his body. It is still so novel, their actual intimacy, and he wonders if he will ever get used to it, or if there will always be this thrill in the pit of his stomach. He can't explain why, but every time he touches Harry, it feels like the first time. And he can't decide if it felt more like he was getting away with kissing Harry when they were "dating" or if it feels more like getting away with kissing Harry now that they're secretly actually dating. Either way, Harry's touch is electric and Draco can't get enough of it.

And Harry is right. He does look amazing spread out before Draco in front of that incredible view.

Harry quickly decides that skiing is hard. Draco agrees to take beginner's lessons with him so that he will feel less embarrassed about learning to ski. But while Draco quickly progresses from the bunny slope, Harry stays there for hours. And when he finally progresses to the beginner slope, he quickly discovers that he can only turn left.

It really is an unfortunate predicament. For as much as he tries - and dear Merlin he tries - his left leg will not push him right. He's too right legged for his own good.

And it is because of this, that he ends up in a snowbank.

Draco doesn't notice for the first couple of runs down the beginner slope. The first time he passes Harry, he assumes that Harry will manage to extricate himself from the snowbank. On the second time, he reckons that Harry is just about to free himself. He doesn't notice that Harry hasn't moved from the place where he first plowed into the snowbank.

It is only on Draco's third pass that he realizes Harry might need some help. He expertly skis over to where Harry is and stops, throwing up snow as he does. Harry puts his hands up to protect his face.

"Show off," he says. Draco grins. His face is flushed from the cold and if Harry weren't so upset about being stuck where he is, he would have found it charming. But Harry is stuck and he is frustrated and he's starting to think that skiing just isn't for him.

"Let's get you out of there," Draco says. "How did you even end up here?"

"I can't turn right,"Harry says.

"You what?"

"You heard me. I can't turn right. My legs won't listen to me."

"Let me let you in on a secret," Draco said. He pulled back his sleeve and revealed his wand which he had hidden there. "You're a wizard, Harry."

"How does that help me? Are there special spells for skiing?"

"Not necessarily, but you can cast stabilizing spells, same as you might for a broom."

"Circe, I wish we could just fly instead," Harry says.

"Well we can't," Draco says. "But I promise once you get the hang of it, skiing will be almost as much fun." Harry grumbles but finally extricates himself from the snowbank. Draco shows him the spells that his mother had used on him when he was first learning to ski, and once that's done, they spend the rest of the afternoon conquering the easy run.

Loathe as Harry is to admit that Draco is right about anything, he starts to find himself having fun.

"The best part of skiing," Draco says as they are hanging up their skis for the day. "Is the apres ski."

"The what now?"

"The after skiing fun. It generally involves sitting by fires, roasting marshmallows and drinking. Sometimes there are even hot tubs involved."

"Hot tubs?" Harry asks. He raises one eyebrow and Draco smirks at him.

"Yes, Potter," he says, pressing up against Harry. "Hot tubs."

"I think I might enjoy this skiing thing after all."

The trip is heaven. They spend the next few weeks enjoying themselves. Draco learns the planes of Harry's body and Harry learns (slowly) to ski without resorting to magic. They try other winter sports as well: curling, ice skating and sledding. Sledding is Draco's favorite, because they can both fit on one toboggan, one person's arms wrapped around the other as they fly, laughing, down the hills.

They keep an eye out for other wizards but for the first three weeks, there are no signs of magical activity. They do manage to sneak into the vault that Hermione had mentioned on their third night in the Alps. Since they do not know which object precisely is going to be stolen, Harry throws caution to the winds and puts a covert tracking spell on all of the items that are housed there.

"Won't someone notice?" Draco asks.

"They might," Harry allows. "But it's a new spell that Hermione came up with and so far no one has been able to detect it through the usual anti-surveillance spells." Once Harry says this, the Reliquary confirms it, so Draco lets the subject go.

But for three weeks, there are no alerts and they see no suspicious activity.

So they continue to enjoy themselves. They ski until their thighs feel like jelly; they make fleeting friends with fellow vacationers; they drink until everything is funny.

But as much fun as they are having, Harry is still antsy. He hasn't had such a long break since he started at the Ministry. After all, he was never one to be idle (except when it came to homework). Draco notices Harry's tension and does his best to mitigate it, but there's only so much he can do. And the tension is infectious.

Then it happens. Another wizard shows up. And it's not just any wizard. It's Massimo Battaglia, who the Reliquary informs them is the heir to the Battaglia criminal empire.

Draco has to do a double take when he sees him, for though his brain (or, rather, the all knowing knowledge-base inside his mind) is telling him it is Massimo Battaglia, he looks so far from the heir to a multi-million galleon crime family that it is almost laughable. But then, Draco figures, he is probably trying to stay incognito by staying in the cheapest room and wearing hand-me-down skiwear.

"We should befriend him," Draco says once he has pointed Massimo out to Harry.

"Should we?"

"Yes."

"And how are we going to do that?" Harry asks.

"The same way we've befriended everyone else who we've met on this vacation. By buying him lots of drinks on the Ministry's sickle and playing truth or dare in the hot tub."

"OK."

"OK?"

"Yes, OK. What did you think I was going to say?" Harry asks, a smile playing across his lips.

"No?"

"But it's a good plan."

"Unless he's a teetotaler."

"True, then we're fucked."

Massimo is not a teetotaler, and it takes Harry and Draco all of an hour to get themselves into his good graces. Harry almost feels that it is too easy. But then, Massimo has no reason to suspect them. Massimo has, of course, heard of Harry, which means that there are no awkward 'Are they a wizard? Aren't they a wizard?' interactions. Instead, once most of the Muggles have gone to sleep, Harry, Draco and Massi (as he likes to be called) take three brooms to the top of the Matterhorn and shoot fireworks from the top of it. (They would have apparated there, but they were all too drunk to be sure they wouldn't splinch themselves.)

They spend the next couple of days conquering black diamond runs with Massi by day and then drinking and talking until late into the night. Draco finds himself genuinely warming to Massi and he is not looking forward to the moment when he's going to have to betray him to the Ministry.

"So what are you doing once your vacation is over?" Harry asks Massi on the fourth night of his stay. They are sitting around a large fire pit, drinking hot toddies. The firelight bathes everyone in a warm glow and makes Massi's brown eyes look like pools of darkness.

"I'm headed back home to Milan."

"So this was just a quick jaunt over the border for you then?" Draco asks and Massi laughs.

"Something like that," he says. "But let's not talk about the vacation ending. That's no fun. Let's go clubbing." He sits forward and grins at them. Harry and Draco look at each other for the barest of seconds before agreeing. They leave the dregs of their drinks by the fire and head to their respective rooms to change.

"What do I wear?" Draco cries, flipping through the entirety of his closet that Kreacher has packed for him in an undetectably extended suitcase. (He has even organized it by color, bless him)

"Clothes, preferably," Harry says. He has changed into black jeans and a black button down.

"I thought you liked me without clothes."

"I do, but I don't like other people seeing you without clothes."

"Fair point." Draco pulls out a pair of tight green trousers and then after a moments thought, also grabs a loose fitting white shirt.

"You look nice," Harry says once he is dressed. "I can't wait to take those off of you again." Draco smirks at him before taking him by the hand and leading him out of the door. They find Massi waiting for them in the lobby and the three of them make their way out into the town.

It is a cold, clear night. The moonlight glints off of the snow that blankets the houses. Massi seems to know where they are going, as he walks confidently through the streets. They pass the building where the vault is housed and they do not even slow. Harry wonders, not for the first time, if Massi is here as a distraction while someone else breaks into the vault. But then, none of his tracking spells have gone off, so he dismisses the thought.

Presently they stop in front of a building and Massi ushers them inside. They follow him down into the basement where they are met by a bouncer. Harry can't hear what Massi says to the man, but they are quickly shown to the back of the club, behind a curtain and into what appears to be a VIP area. It is empty apart from them. Draco grins at Harry and Harry rolls his eyes but smiles back.

"I'm going to get us some drinks," Massi yells over the music. He makes his way back into the club while Harry and Draco sit down at one of the small clusters of comfortable chairs. Massi returns a few minutes later, clutching three gin and tonics. He sets them down on the table and they each take one. They clink glasses and then Massi picks up his drink and heads onto the dance floor. They watch him go but agree to finish their drinks before joining him.

Harry leans back in his chair and takes a long sip of his drink. Draco watches him. A small smile plays about his face.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Nothing."

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not."

"Sure."

"Are you going to dance with me out there?" Draco asks, jerking his head at the dance floor.

"Of course," Harry says. "Why wouldn't I?" Draco shrugs.

"We haven't necessarily discussed that we're a couple with Massi."

"So?"

"Nothing."

"You're worried what he might think?"

"Aren't you?"

"Not overly." Draco nods slowly and takes a sip of his drink. He puts it down on the table in front of them just as Massi walks back into the VIP area with three women following him.

"I guess we'll have to explain it now," Draco says, his eyes flicking to Massi and the women. Harry nods once, his mouth a thin line.

"I got us some bitches," Massi cries as he rejoins them at the table. As Draco watches, a small furrow forms between Harry's eyebrows, which is then quickly smoothed away. "Which one do you want?"

"Sorry?" Draco asks. He is not sure if Massi means what he thinks Massi means.

"Pick a girl," Massi cries. "And she's all yours for the evening!"

"Massi," Harry says quietly, so quietly that Draco almost cannot hear him. "Are these women under the imperius curse?"

"Of course," Massi says with a laugh. "They'll let you do whatever you want. All night long." He grins, clearly pleased with himself. Draco's stomach rolls and he fights to keep his face impassive.

"Massi," Harry says. "We're gay."

"Great, more for me." Massi smirks at them. "Did you want me to go find you some guys?"

"We're together," Draco says curtly. Massi shrugs and then flicks his head towards one of the women.

"You," he says. "On your knees. I have a little problem that won't take care of itself." With one hand, he reaches down and undoes his belt buckle. "You two don't mind, do you?" He laughs. "Well, I know you won't complain about seeing my cock." Massi winks at them and then unzips his fly. He pulls his trousers down around his thighs before sitting down in one of the chairs opposite Draco. His penis stands erect between his thighs, but it is quickly hidden from view as the woman Massi had indicated kneels down in front of him.

Draco doesn't know where to look as her head begins to bob. He glances over at Harry, but Harry is still looking at Massi as if nothing wrong were afoot. Massi stretches his arms up and puts his hands behind his head, a shit-eating grin stretched across his mouth.

"You sure you don't want in on this action?" he asks indicating the woman in front of him.

"We're ok," Harry says.

"Ah," Massi replies. "You two fuck enough that you don't need this. I get it." He sighs and closes his eyes. "I used to have that, but she left me."

Draco bites back a comment of "I wonder why," just as Harry says,

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine," Massi says, waving off Harry's comment. "Mm, yes." His attention turns back to the woman sucking him off and he closes his eyes. Harry turns and looks at Draco who briefly raises his eyebrows before taking a pointedly large sip of his gin and tonic.

It doesn't take Massi long to finish and shortly the woman stands up, wiping her mouth. Massi tucks himself back into his trousers and indicates that they should go dance. Draco doesn't need asking twice. He quickly downs the rest of his drink and follows Harry and Massi onto the dance floor.

"That was assault," Draco says into Harry's ear over the pounding of the music. They are dancing far away from where Massi is taking turns kissing one woman and then another. Draco's arms are wrapped around Harry's waist and he is clutching the brunet close.

"I know," Harry replies. "But we're undercover and this isn't our jurisdiction anyway."

"And on top of that," Draco says, ignoring Harry's comment. "It was Muggle abuse."

"I know," Harry says again. He sounds tired. "Once he's led us to the rest of his family, we'll be sure to arrest him." Draco nods. He no longer feels bad about the fact that they are going to turn him in to the Ministry.

"I wonder when that's going to happen."

"Soon, I hope," Harry says. "As much as I love being on vacation with you, I'm ready to get back to work."

"We are working."

"Mm, yes, this is very taxing," Harry murmurs into Draco's ear before gently nibbling it. Draco shivers in spite of the warmth of the club.

"Let's keep a eye on Massi though," Draco says. And it's a good thing that he does because about an hour after they arrive at the club, they see Massi slip out a side door.

"Should we follow him?" Draco asks as the door closes behind him.

"Yes," Harry says. They make their way across the floor and slip out of the door as well. They find themselves in a dark, empty alleyway. Harry wastes no time in getting out the invisibility cloak and swinging it around them. They hurry down the alley and towards the building where they know the vault is hidden, and sure enough, they spot Massi sauntering down the street toward it.

"Are you recording?" Draco asks as Massi slips through the side door of the building.

"I've been recording on and off all evening." Draco hopes that some of the off time was during their dancing. He knows he said things to Harry that he wouldn't want the Ministry to hear.

"Did you manage to record Massi with those women?"

"Of course, what kind of Unspeakable do you think I am?"

"Good." They fall quiet and wait for Massi to emerge again from the building. Draco shivers. The night is cold and they left their coats inside the club. It does not help that he is damp with sweat. Harry puts and arm around him, but he can feel Harry shivering as well. But all they can do is hope that Massi will be quick about his errand.

Luck is on their side as Massi reappears after about fifteen minutes. He has a bag over his shoulder and they can only assume that whatever he had been tasked to steal is concealed there. He walks back in their direction and they hurry to get back to the club before he can. They make it just in time.

The side door has only been shut for about a minute before it opens again and makes his way back into the throng of people. Draco and Harry are on the dance floor, pressed close, panting from what they hope appears to be their energetic dancing. Massi doesn't acknowledge them, but makes his way back to the VIP area. The three women from earlier stop dancing and follow him. Harry and Draco wait for a moment before they follow.

"Circe," Draco says loudly as they push past the curtain. "I think I need another drink."

"Always," Harry says as Draco flops down onto one of the chairs.

"How about you, Massi?" Draco asks. "Drink? Harry's buying."

"I am?"

"Yes. I've already sat down. So how about it?"

"Why not?"

"Manhattan, please Potter," Draco says, blowing him a kiss. Harry smiles sardonically but he nods nonetheless.

"Make that two," Massi says. Harry nods again and leaves.

Massi sits down on the chair next to Draco and scoots it close to him. He flicks his eyes to the women who are hovering nearby and they sit down opposite them, their faces blank. Draco suppresses a shudder.

"So, Draco," Massi says. He puts a hand on Draco's knee. "You also enjoy a little dick?"

"Sorry?" Draco asks. Then the imperius curse hits him and his mind goes blissfully blank.

"You want to suck my dick," Massi's voice says in his head. "You do, you filthy little cocksucker." And Draco thinks that yes, he would quite like to do that.

'No you don't,' says a voice at the back of his mind.

"You want my big, fat cock in your mouth," Massi's voice says again. "You want to suck my dick. Do it. Unzip my trousers." Yes, Draco wants that. That sounds like the perfect thing to do. His arm is itching to move, to obey, to unzip Massi's trousers.

'You don't want to do that,' the voice in the back of his mind says again. It sounds a lot like Harry. Oh! Harry! Draco would much prefer to get on his knees for Harry. But Harry isn't here.

"Do it," Massi says. "Unzip my trousers. Pull my cock out. Get on your dirty knees and put it in your filthy mouth." Draco frowns at him. His body is telling him that yes, he wants to do that. Dear Merlin, he wants to put Massi's dick in his mouth. But his mind is telling him that actually, he really doesn't want to do that and that this is wrong.

"Get on your knees," Massi's voice says.

"No," Draco manages to blurt out. "I don't want to."

"What?" Massi cries. Draco feels the imperius lift and he's not sure if it's because he's fought it off or because Massi has lifted it out of shock. Draco sits up straight in his chair, furious. He doesn't want to make a scene, but he sure as hell wants to put Massi in his place.

"Yeah," he says. "This dirty little cocksucker learned how to fight off the imperius curse in school." Massi's eyes are wide and he is pale. It is clear that no one has ever defied him like this before. Draco is more than happy to be the one to knock him down a peg.

"Fuck," Massi says quietly. "I didn't mean-"

"-Oh yes you fucking did," Draco snaps. He moves his chair violently away from Massi and Massi's hand falls off of his knee. In all of this, Draco had forgotten it was there.

"Um," says a voice behind Draco. "What's going on?" He turns in his chair and relief floods through him when he sees Harry standing there. He is somehow holding three martini glasses, so Draco knows at least one of them is being held up with magic. Good. That means his wand is out.

"This arsehole tried to get me to give him a blowjob," Draco says. "By putting me under the imperius curse." Harry's nostrils flare and Draco can see a muscle in Harry's jaw working, but he doesn't fly off the handle. On the contrary, he calmly walks over to their table and sets the drinks down on it. He sits down on Draco's other side.

"You put my boyfriend under the imperius curse?" Harry asks. His eyes bore into Massi's and Draco watches as a bead of sweat drips down Massi's forehead. "Do you know who the fuck I am?" Massi gulps.

"Yes," he says so quietly that Draco can hardly hear him over the music.

"So you know what the fuck I can do to you then?"

"Yes."

"Because you have nothing on Voldemort."

"I know," Massi says, nodding furiously. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you should apologize to," Harry snarls.

"I'm sorry Draco," Massi says.

"You're just lucky I'm not going to press charges," Draco says. He reaches over, picks up his Manhattan and takes a big swig of it. It helps to deaden the angry pounding in his ears. He wants nothing more than to have Massi arrested for what he did, but he's got whatever it is the Battaglia family wanted to steal and they need to see where he leads them with it.

"You're not?"

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Get the fuck out of here," Draco hisses and Massi flinches like he's been slapped. He nods once and then stands. He puts on his coat and puts the mysterious bag on his arm. Then he leaves, not looking at either of them.

As soon as he's through the curtain, Harry reaches out a hand and put it on Draco's arm.

"Are you okay?" he asks. Draco sighs but nods his head.

"Nothing actually happened," he says.

"Doesn't matter. It matters that he even tried," Harry says. Draco takes another large sip of his drink. "Circe, I wanted to punch him from the moment he brought those poor women back here. What an absolute bellend."

"Bellend," Draco agrees.