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smirkingcat ([personal profile] smirkingcat) wrote2019-12-10 02:17 pm

[Fic:] Workplace perks

Title: Workplace perks
Author: [personal profile] smirkingcat
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG
Prompt: a card with christmans ornaments and the words "I like your balls" written on it
Warning:
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:yes, i missed the perfect opportunity for smut, and it is really awesome in my head, but i have too much to do, to write such a wordy thing right now… sorry – you may consider me sufficiently shamed



Workplace perks

With a pleasantly surprised smile, Draco sat down on his office chair. He is the Ministry's potioneer, which is the underrated way of saying that he is providing all Ministry-registered werewolves with their potions, does research for the aurors and works with the unspeakables.

Though he doesn't mind the understatement as much as he would have in his youth. Being the potioneer, and working on his own comes with the benefit that his laboratory is run as how he likes it, while working for the Ministry gives him the chance to send others to the stuff he doesn't like, mostly the shopping and the running to and from the different departments.

It comes with the added bonus that everybody sort of wants him happy, as well as Harry. That means nobody dares to say anything when the both of them vanish for two hours after Harry has been gone for a long mission. Or when Harry comes and drags him out of here, when he is running himself to spades due to an potion, which doesn't want to be fixed or reverse-engineered.

But even for them it is rare to use the office post to communicate with each other. However the dragon-shaped letter must have come from Harry, who is bound to desk due to an unfortunate run in with a whipping willow.

Draco of course, did not miss the chance, to point out to Harry, that he gets the impression Harry likes the whipping, when he first had heard of it. The shade of red spreading over Harry's neck, was nothing like the shade of red covering Weasely's face.

Still, the letter has him intrigued. So, after he let the dragon fly a few rounds he backs it down, to open it.

He snorts as he sees the festive card, with the sentence "I like your balls." It is true, Harry does, but he never thought someone would make this into a card.

With a wide grin he opened it only to read: "So, let your wards down, I am outside your door, and I want to show you just how much I do."