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Hermione : I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Ron looks over at Harry and Draco fighting each other : Is it “sexual tension”?

This but like imagine after a few more assassination attempts actually kind of sort of become friends and the romance really gets going and he just has a few token assassination times just to tell his employers well I tried.

Eventually a couple months pass and he’s staying with Harry until his contract runs out and the rest of the assassins which are just his friends also quit and live with Harry until their contract runs out. Because the pay isn’t worth it and they haven’t been given there yearly bonus so they just make their own assassination group.

[ Drarry Mafia AU Notes ]

where the idea started: assassin/target au where draco is tasked to hunt down harry potter, a person who wasn't supposed to exist. no one knows who he is, not even draco, and he knows better than to question the nature of his assignments.

draco attends a social gathering and seduces harry until they're alone in a room, snogging, with draco pressed against the wall and harry's hands busy roaming all over draco's body—unbottoning his waistcoat, pulling up his top, harry's warm hands pressed against draco's skin, knee pressed on his crotch, their lips red and raw from kissing.

a small part of draco wants to keep going because my fucking god does Potter snog so well, it's turning him on too—but then a split-second moment of clarity reminds him about his mission, so he grabs a chunk of harry's hair and pulls him back, letting the guy bury his lips into his neck instead and leave his marks all over draco's pristine porcelain skin, all while draco swiftly pulls the poison-infused stick from his hair.

draco was about to plunge it straight into harry's neck when a hand shoots out—harry's hand—and pushes his wrist hard against the wall, the abruptness of it making him drop the accessory straight onto the ground.

draco's eyes widen and he looks forward, only to meet harry's calculating eyes...and a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips.

"An ambush? Come on. You have to do better than that to kill me, Malfoy.", he leans closer, and draco shivers as he feels harry's breath hit his ear, "Now, where were we?"