Title: We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight)
Summary: Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Emotional roller coasters, intense friendships, UST and sex and UST and sex, voyeurism, desperate kisses, Wizengamot elections, ongoing wagers, policy wonks behaving badly, mention of war crimes and police brutality, kittens, Blaise-as-Malcolm-Tucker, some bisexuality, lots of profanity (see Blaise-as-Malcolm-Tucker), the odd West Side Story reference.
Epilogue compliant? Mostly EWE.
Word Count: ~69,000
Author's Notes: Huge thanks to the mods for their patience and understanding (and to the delivery people from the Thai restaurant around the corner whose pan-fried basil beef and rice noodles fueled the great majority of this story). My betas B, SC, W, and J deserve a huge shout-out for all they did to make this fic hang together, and I need to give enormous hugs and great love to the amazing N, who was alpha, beta and omega, cheerleader, Muse and taskmaster, and without whom this fic would not exist--in this form or any. I also owe a huge debt of gratitude to the writers of the television shows Party Animals, The Thick of It and The West Wing (and, I suppose I should admit, to an adulthood of watching Richard Curtis movies), all of which informed and inspired my own writing to various extents. And a nod to the band fun, for the title.
This story is a love letter not only to a few places in London which are special to me for one reason or another but also to Harry and Draco themselves, who will always hold a deeply meaningful place in my heart, and to those of you reading who love them as well. Buckle up, darlings, it’s going to be a bumpy ride at times, but we’ll get there in one piece. Mostly. :)
Tara, this one’s utterly for you: a dash of friends with benefits, a touch of angst, and a nod to Adele who set my imagination flying.
( We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) )