Harry adjusted his glasses and pushed his hair away from his face, eyes not moving from the piece of canvas in front of him. They only shifted slightly to the left to acknowledge the woman that he was supposed to be sketching.

"You have a beautiful smile," he said to her, giving her one of his own heartwarming smiles in return. He could see the reaction his comment had on the woman. She looked quite flustered and blushed a deep red colour. It didn't matter that he was just doing it for the tips, the complimenting that is, it still made him happy to see how people reacted when he said something really nice about them. It was cute.

Just as he'd suspected, Harry got quite a heavy tip from the woman when he handed her the sketch that he'd drawn of her. He continued as such, drawing sketches and complimenting his customers or talking to them, cracking a joke a couple of times to keep them entertained and to make sure that they weren't bored. It didn't matter that he was just a simple sketch artist in the middle of the busy streets of London, his job was much more than that and he'd learned that on his first day working there.

The sky darkened and the sun started to set by the time Harry decided to wait for one last customer. It was still early in the evening and the cold winds were blowing harshly. Harry shivered against the biting cold and suddenly wished that he'd brought a coat or a jacket with him to protect him from the city's unpredictable weather.

He was pulled out of his thoughts just then by a polite clearing of the throat and looked up to see the most amazing set of grey eyes he'd ever seen. Was it even possible for someone to have that eye colour? He could get lost in those eyes…and the hair! His hair was a shade of blond that was unknown to him, a sort of platinum blond if he had to guess. The boy's skin was the palest and smoothest that Harry had ever seen, and he immediately wanted to make this beautiful stranger sit down so that he could sketch him.

Another polite clearing of the throat brought Harry out of his reverie yet again and this time it was accompanied by a raised eyebrow. Harry felt heat flaming his cheeks and he was sure that it showed as he realised that he had very obviously been checking this stranger out. This stranger who seemed to wear quite fashionable and expensive clothes and whose silky hair seemed perfectly styled.

Harry made himself look away from him as he found his voice and said, "How may I help you?"

The man still stared at him and Harry couldn't really decide on what to make of his expressions but he didn't have to wait long. "Are you still doing the sketches?" He asked. Harry only gave a nod of his head in response, which the man took as an invitation to sit down opposite him. "One of my friends got one the other day for fun and she told me about what a good sketch artist you were, so I thought that I would come check that out for myself."

Harry didn't know exactly when he'd lost the ability to speak but he didn't think it was going to be coming back anytime soon. This seemed to slightly irritate the man who then said, "Look if you're not free or have to go home or something you can just say so, but don't waste my time by sitting there and staring at me without saying a word."

That was when Harry suddenly regained the ability to speak. "I-sorry, I just-thank you, to your friend I mean, for saying those nice things about me. I'm sorry about not saying anything and staring at you, but-" Harry felt slightly shy and embarrassed at the words that would be coming out of his mouth now, "you're beautiful."

Whatever response Harry had been expecting to get, this hadn't been one of them. The man simply huffed and rolled his eyes, waving a hand at him, dismissively. "Well, alright then, get sketching. I can already tell that this one's going to be a masterpiece." The bastard actually dared to smirk at him.

Harry felt his deeply buried stock of sass clawing out and trying to break free of its restraints as he narrowed his eyes at him. "You do know that the quality of the piece depends on the sketch artist and not the subject that he's supposed to be sketching, right?" He looked at the man innocently with a sweet smile on his face.

The man's smirk widened and he replied with, "I actually have to disagree with you there. You see, the more beautiful the person, the better the quality of the sketch since the artist doing the sketching has more material to work with."

"What material?" Harry asked with a scoff. He had a distinct feeling that he'd fallen into some kind of trap as the man's eyes glinted. He'd been expecting Harry to ask that question, Harry realised a little too late.

"Beauty, of course. Beauty and grace, coupled with my dashing good looks and handsome features-that's all you need to make a masterpiece," the man said with a wink.

Harry had no fucking clue how to respond to that because on the one hand the man wasn't lying and Harry had to agree, but on the other this guy was a bit too full of himself and Harry was extremely tempted to make some sort of a scathing remark. He was kept in check by his knowledge of the fact that this man was his customer and could give him a lot of money for said masterpiece. He also had no fucking clue about whether this guy was being flirty, what with the wink and everything, or if he really was just full of himself.

"What's your name?" He settled on asking instead, surprising himself and the grey-eyed man.

"Draco Malfoy. And yours?"

The question, though unexpected, had Harry smiling a genuine smile this time.

"Harry Potter."

A/N: I'd originally planned on making this a one-shot, and when it got too long, a two-shot but I loved where this was going and I love this Draco and Harry and I figured that I could make this into a multi-chapter thing.