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"Nice tattoo, Potter," Draco said sarcastically as he pulled up a seat next to his new auror partner in the local pub they decided to meet at.

"I could say the same, Malfoy. Although I'm sure yours aren't printed all over the Daily Prophet."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Actually it was more sarcastic irony," Harry sent him a small grin before lifting his glass of firewhiskey and drinking from it.

"Oh was that it?" Asked Malfoy sarcastically while raising a finger for the bartender to bring him a drink. "I'll have what he's having. Thank you." He nodded at the woman then turned back to Harry. The man blinked at him before smiling.

"Can I see yours then?"

"Is this the part where I say I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" Draco asked nonchalantly while sipping at his drink. Harry blushed. He looked over at the ravenette out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "Oh, Potter, I'm flattered. I never would have guessed."

"Oh shut up. Can I see it or not?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Which it you're asking about." Malfoy continued sipping at his firewhiskey unbothered. Meanwhile Harry was trying to control his face from the constant blush it seemed to keep.

"Uh- either would b-be fine really..." His eyes got big and he shook his head. "I mean, I was talking about your tattoos. Yeah, you can show me either of them..."

Malfoy laughed.

"No problem. I've already seen yours anyway," he said shrugging.

"S-seen my what!?" Harry stuttered with wide eyes. Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned to face him.

"I mean your tattoos, imbecile."

"Yeah, that sounds more like you..." Harry said nodding.

"What, can't handle a little innocent flirting, Potter?"

"I-I'm just not used to it, is all. But enough about me. You were going to show me your tattoos."

Draco nodded then began unbuttoning and rolling his sleeves up. While Harry scratched at his chest where his snitch tattoo flapped it's wings somewhat excitedly the blonde looked somewhat nervous. A tent of blush worked its way up his neck to the peaks of his ears.

He finally turned to Harry and the emerald eyed man gasped at the intricacy and detail of the dragon that was wrapped around his bicep and came down his forearm. He waited for it to move and when it didn't he seemed more surprised than he would have otherwise.

"Yours is still!" Harry spoke with wide eyes.

"It's muggle," he said in a duh tone of voice while rolling his eyes. If it was even possible, Harry's eyes got even bigger.

"You went to Muggle London for a tattoo?"

"I- Well- Shut up."

Harry laughed and it was as though Draco was hearing the sound for the first time.

"You have a wonderful laugh," he said almost out of instinct. He pushed away what may have been his third or fourth glass of firewhiskey. He wasn't sure. Whenever the glass got low it was immediately refilled.

"And you have beautiful eyes, did you know? Like molten silver or-or mercury."

"Very astute observations, Potter."

"Please, call me Harry. Just Harry."

"Alright then, Just Harry. Maybe this auror job won't be so bad after all, huh?" Draco smiled at him.

"Brilliant."

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