At the ICW, one thing you were taught early on was to use every skill at your disposal to get your mark or complete a job. For Draco, his allure and flirtation was simply part of who he was and could be used to his full advantage whenever he wanted. It wasn't the allure that drew Harry to him, it was something else all together. But he wouldn't deny that the man was bloody attractive. He chuckled at the response and allowed himself an amused grin. "Word has it even he couldn't be completely upset after taken out - he'd known better."

Harry brought the mug up to his mouth to take a sip of the coffee. It seemed shallow almost that beauty and appeal could be used as a weapon but humans (wizards and muggles alike) had always used beauty as a weapon for centuries. Although Harry didn't have Draco's veela blood and beauty, he did the same - used his attractive features to his advantage when it suited him.

He chuckled and hummed at the thought. There was no doubt he really wanted to make out with Draco. But he respected Hermione and simply wouldn't do that to her. They were connected more than they'd ever let on to anyone before. "Oh she'll know," he said with an amused smirk. "She always seems to know when something happens. Besides. She'll want in on the action."

He tilted his head. "So, be honest - how interested are you in perhaps joining us?"