Chapter 1
The Great Hall was completely still as Harry glided towards the mysterious blond boy. He seemed to radiated sexual energy from every pore in his body and it was making Harry want to lick him. He was like the perfect bad boy angel, leaning his tight body against the table. Moonlight streaming into the hall, reflecting every inch of him in a warm glow. Harry felt a sudden power wash over him and couldn't remember how he was now on his knees in front of Draco. His mind was blank at the hand that shot out to softly stoke his smooth chest. It traveled down his shaking body and made its sneaky way into Harry's pants. Harry was finally getting what he wanted. And never wanted it to stop. "Dracooo.."
"Harry, mate you alright?" Ron said poking him in the ribs.
"I was until some stupid git woke me up." He replied with intense anger. Ron always had a nack to wake Harry up right before his sexual fantasies came true. And the one he was experiencing, was his best yet.
"Well, the so-called git thought that maybe his best mate would like to be ON time to work today." Shooting Harry a look of annoyance, Ron marched from his room and disapperated with a tiny pop.
Harry sat up dazed and glanced over to his clock. The neon red lights laughing at him as he realized work started in five minutes. "Like I can get to work on time with five minutes, you git." He thought. His mind flashed to an image of Draco yelling at him for being late again. He did look sexy when he was angry at Harry for being late. "Malfoy" Harry thought again. That's when the dreams had started, working for Malfoy. Everyday he would come home after taking impossible orders from him, and couldn't help but to smirk to himself. What no body knew was that The Golden Boy LOVED taking orders from the older man. The way his voice sounded sent shivers down his spine. And Harry was almost positive that Draco felt the same way.
"Potter!" The voice snapping Harry from his thoughts. "Potter I am giving you two seconds to get your arse in my office or so help me I will drag your blasted scar-head in here!" Draco's floating head shouted from Harry's fireplace. Panicking, Harry dressed like his life depended on it and ran headlong into the back of his fireplace. His eyes watered at the impact and only caused himself more pain when he smacked his head in slow realization.
"You need floo powder, you git." He mumbled to himself and threw a fist full of green powder into the grate. Green flames erupted around him and Harry clearly shouted "Malfoy's office" before life went in fast blurred circles.
Harry flew out of Draco's fireplace, unbalanced and trembling when a pair of rough hands reached out to steady him. He followed the hands up to Malfoy's face and his breath caught when he felt his breath.
"Your late again Mister Potter." Draco growled into his ear, sending a ripple of shivers through the ravened-hair boy. "I expect you to work overtime today for your exceeding tardiness." He stepped away from Harry and flung a heavy portfolio into his arms. "I want that done before lunch. Now leave before I give you another one on top of that." Draco flashed him his famous "Malfoy smirk" and set into his own pile of overflowing work. Harry sent him a silent growl.
Harry heaved the heavy paperwork into his own office and set to work. His mind was happy to do anything at the moment but the thought of Draco bending him over kept flashing before him. His frustration getting the better of him, Harry rushed through the thick portfolio in record time and he slammed it down, hard on Draco's desk. Draco looked up in shock at the frustrated features of Harry's young face. Smirking on the inside, Draco dropped his own quill and cleared his throat before making eye contact.
"Well, well. Very good Potter. Now are you up for a real test?" Harry eyed him suspiciously before Draco continued. "Come to lunch with me Harry." He said, standing up to collect his cloak and started to stroll to his fireplace when Harry blocked him.
"First," He said poking a finger into Draco's chest. "When have you ever called me Harry and secondly..did you just ask me out for lunch?" The look on his face must have been funny because Draco took one look and started laughing. He grabbed Harry's hand and stared intently at him. Forcing his steel gray eye's upon him.
"Yes I am asking you to lunch with me. If your up for the challenge..Harry." He dropped Harry's hand and reached for his floo powder. Stepping into the fireplace, he wiggled a slender finger to get Harry to follow. What force compelled him to start walking towards the blond man, Harry will never know, as his eyes flashed with green light and together they erupted from a white marble fireplace. Pulling Harry to his feet, Draco casually dusted him off before turning to the front counter.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy. So pleasant to see you again." Came a raspy voice from behind the front desk. "Table for two I am assuming?" Harry glanced towards the voice and was surprised. The man was standing behind a long, polished mahogany desk. One arm was leaning against the gleaming surface, while the other casually rubbed his thin chin. His eyes were a misty blue with speckles of light gray and Harry swore that they could glow in the dark. He had long, sleek brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that trailed half-way down his back. The suit he had on was a pale green with dark green stitching around the cuffs and neck. The man tilted his head in amusement at Harry then spoke to Draco again.
"There is a table ready for you in the Blue room Mister Malfoy." He grabbed two menus and walked towards a pair of double oak door, pushing them ajar. Draco took hold of Harry's arm and marched his stunned partner through the doors. They walked along the outside wall of a large dining area, white in appearance, with twenty sparkling chandeliers and big enough to hold about 200 small orange tables complete with priceless china. Harry also noticed that the silverware seemed to be sorting itself.
Harry shook his head in wonder, "Only Malfoy would pick a place like this." He thought with a smirk.
"Here you are Sir, enjoy your meal." The man said pushing open a baby blue door. Draco nodded his head and pushed Harry inside, causing him to stumble. As if on instinct Draco reached out once more to help him when it happened. Harry gripped onto his upper arm and their eyes met for a brief flicker. Steel gray stared into Emerald green and electricity jumped between their close bodies. Gasping in surprise, Draco let Harry go and strolled over to the table. Holding a chair out, he motioned for Harry to sit. Drawn to Draco's stare, Harry complied and slowly took his seat, watching as Draco pushed it in for him then took his own. Way over surprised at this point, Harry finally found his voice and was shocked at the first word that came out.
"Draco..What is going on here?" He asked timidly. Draco simply shook his platinum blond hair and smirked at Harry, filling him with a strange heat.
"It thought it would be simple, even for you to figure out. We are here on a lunch date. Unless I have been reading you wrong for the past month you have been working for me. And if that's the case, then I'm afraid I've been losing my Malfoy touch." He said with a cocked eyebrow. Harry stared at him disbelief.
"Read me..wrong? What are you on about?" He shot back a little to quick for his liking and blushed under Draco's determined stare. Harry felt the heat rushing to his face and almost died. "Why the bloody hell am I BLUSHING?" He thought. "I'm Harry freaking Potter! I don't blush." But his face only got redder as his internal battle raged on, causing Draco to chuckle. Harry rounded on him with a flame in his eyes.
"Tell me right NOW, what is going on." Harry spat at him. Draco was taken aback for a second before he regained composure. He was dealing with Harry after all.
"Oh, but it would be so much easier if I were to..just..open..my..mind." He said with a glazed expression. Harry glanced at him in concern and was suddenly captured by random memories. "Read my mind Potter." A distant voice drifted over him. Harry nodded and focused his mind completely.
Memories flashed before him in rapid succession, his mind opened to anything when an image stopped.
Harry was sitting at his desk, filing paperwork into neat stacks, completely oblivious to his surrounding. Draco stood in the doorway watching him with an intense gaze. He took in every feature of the young man before him and found himself gushing with emotion. Every time Harry moved, Draco had the urge to just jump him right there. He cleared his voice and it came out rattled.
"I want that paperwork in an hour Potter." And faintly blushed when Harry nodded at him.
The memory passed and was replaced with another.
Draco was sitting on his bed, holding a picture in his hands. He would run a hand over it every once in a while when his hand went else where. Draco reached a hand into his boxers and began stroking himself. His eyes locked on the picture filled with raw emotion. His body shuddered and he dropped the photo. It was Harry.
Harry gasped in surprise and pulled himself from Draco's mind. His mind reeling from what he had saw. A voice cut through him.
"So Potter, I believe its my turn."
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