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Draco and Harry (dun dun dun dun dun)
Draco- cut the crap and get on with the story
Harry- yeah, get to the good stuff
Me- (blink) oh, fine
Chapter one of That night…2
Note- as Draco's sad past is left behind, he's slowly losing his O.O.C state and returning you know… Draco-like. Cheer 4 all those who didn't like him sappy! But, once in a while when around Harry, he'll be a little like he was in the first. Cheer 4 all those who did! On with the story.
Slipping out of the warm, cozy bed was an incredible feat for Draco. Brushing his teeth, showering, shaving what little facial hair he had with a flick. Brushing his hair, yada, yada, etc, it didn't really matter what he put on anyways. Slipping back into the plush bedroom he parted his boyfriend's hair and pressed a kiss to his lovely forehead. He hated having to leave him at 5:00 am. In the kitchen he lay out 2 English muffins, a fruit cup and yogurt for when the boy of his dreams woke up, knowing that when he did, he wouldn't be able to make any food for himself, and if he did it would be fatty, oily and overall not good for him. And Draco was not having his mate die of a heart attack.
The limo was waiting for him at exactly 5:30 as usual, and he hopped in, brushing his ever growing hair out of his face. "You know where to go." He said coldly to the driver, arching a beautifully manicured eyebrow. No one, apart from Harry and the occasional Ron and Jared saw him for who he really was. Insecure and vulnerable. The driver nodded curtly. The car pulled away from the curb smoothly and in a few minutes Draco was at his destination. He nodded as a man opened the door from him and slipped on his shades.
Someone opened the elevator for him as well. "Top floor sir?" An all too eager bell boy asked. "As usual." Draco clipped. But the boy simply grinned, happy to have Draco Malfoy talking to him.
"Draco! Finally! We thought you might be late!" A woman said frantically as he entered.
"Am I ever?" He said slowly.
"Of course not sir. Never. Come along; let us get you to changing."
"A little to the right Draco, honey. Perfect!"
Draco pressed the palm of his hand against the wall, sticking out his tush just a bit, using his other hand to hold unto his Hanes boxers, showing them off.
"Part your lips sweetie. Show us some of those award-winning teeth."
Draco pouted slightly as the camera flashed, then changed positions, pressing his back against the wall and stroking his stomach up and down while smiling slightly and breathing heavily.
"Oh yeah Draco, shut your eyes now. Give me the good stuff."
"Like this?" Draco whispered throatily flipping his hair over his shoulders as he sucked on his index finger.
"Yeah like that. Who in this world doesn't want you Draco?"
"No one doesn't want me." Draco answered, running his fingers along his neck, letting a few cameras flash before moving again.
"Perfect." The camera-man screamed, obviously aroused.
"Come Draco, time to change."
Draco strutted off-set. "Who'd want to wear there jeans anyways? There so uncomfortable."
"Everyone. Once they see you in them." His manager answered.
Draco rolled his eyes before being whisked away into the dressing room. "Idiots." He snapped.
"Hey Harry." Ron greeted his friend with a kiss as he came into the auour's office. "Your late."
"Aren't I always?" Harry sighed, sitting in his cubicle. "I can't wait till I'm here long enough to be a real auour. You know, the one's that don't do paperwork all day."
Ron smiled, sitting beside Harry at the desk. "You remembered to eat?"
"Huh? Oh yeah. Draco took care of that."
"What would you do without him right." Ron reached across the cluttered, paper-filled desk and snatched up a magazine. "Speaking of Draco."
Harry took it from him, spotting his very own boyfriend on the front cover of Vogue.
"Seventh time this month." He smiled dreamily, stroking his finger along the picture of his angel's alluring half-naked body, the killer smile, the long, dazzling hair.
"Yeah. Every guy on the planet masturbates to his pic's." Ron said leaning over the wall that separated their cubicles, to get a better look. Then he blushed. "Or so I've heard."
Harry smiled and hit him playfully. "Back off." He warned jokingly.
"Tell that to every other man in England." Ron defended.
"It's too bad the picture can't move." Harry said wistfully.
"Yeah, remind me why we moved to non-magical London?" Ron pouted.
"Cause we wanted to get as far away from our past as possible."
"But we're auours!"
"Yeah, but at home we're…normal."
"Easy for you to say. You get Draco every night. He can, you know, use the pole for you and stuff." Ron licked his lips. "Up close."
"Don't you have Jared?"
"Yeah, yeah. But we moved here six months ago Harry and he's still a freaking virgin! And you guys go bunny every night. The fuckingest top model in the world is your boyfriend!"
"Shut up Ron!" Harry hissed. "No one knows remember?"
"Sorry. But Harry, amodel. Everyone…I mean everyone, male, female, cat, dog, more male wants to fuck him. Aren't you a bit…afraid?"
Harry flicked his wand over his desk and began filing some lists on the desk. "Of?"
"Of him doing it behind your back."
"Harry's head snapped up. "Shut up Ron. He'd never. He loves me. He's still extremely vulnerable."
"He doesn't look it." Ron grabbed back the magazine and shoved it into Harry's face. "He looks like a playboy."
"His father's in Azkaban. He feel's it's his fault. He's scared at night's Ron. He doesn't show you guys, but Draco is just a baby on the inside."
"All the more reason for a guy to take advantage of him." Ron said, charming Draco's picture so it started to shake its slender little hips for him, like an Indian belly dancer. Harry watched for a while, but when the little Draco started stripping of his jeans and underwear he stopped the charm.
"Harry, you're no fun." Ron complained.
"Go get your boyfriend to fuck you Ron." Harry said, obviously irritated at what Ron had just said.
"Draco isn't with anyone else."
"Okay Harry. If Jared doesn't give me some soon though, I'm going to explode. SIX MONTHS Harry."
"Boo hoo, keep it in your pants Ron. I've only done it a handful of times with Draco."
And it was true. When they'd moved into their apartment together at first, it had been pretty small. Harry had gotten thousands of requests to be an auour and after deep conversing with Draco, he'd taken the job at 18. He had yet to go on a serious mission where his life was actually in danger and Draco was glad for it. Draco, on the other hand, was pitied in the magic world, but not enough for anyone to give him a job. It had been 2 months before he'd gotten his job while walking with Harry around some random supermarket.
"Oh my God!" A guy had said, walking up to where he was standing.
"You're so beautiful! That face, incredible!"
Draco arched an eyebrow. "And you are?" he'd asked coolly, all too Draco-like.
"You're tall, slender, flaw-less skin, wow!" the man just kept gushing. "I've never seen you before!!"
Harry was beginning to get irritated, not because the man was giving Draco compliments, by now he was used to people stopping him on the road and telling him how pretty his 'girlfriend' was (this had angered Draco, though Harry had insisted he kept growing his hair), but because he seemed so oddly suspicious.
But apparently he was serious, because the next week Draco had signed a contract and the week after that he made his face known in his first magazine. 2 weeks later he was on the cover of almost every magazine worth anything. His popularity sky-rocketed, everyone wore whatever he did, he was on TV all the time and had signed a contract for a movie the next year. But, he was rarely home. Left at 5:30, well before Harry woke up and went to work 1:30 at and got home at 2:30 pm, well before Harry got home at 10:30, usually too tired to do anything but eat, cuddle a bit, and sleep. Once he was a real auour he'd get to only leave when he was called and once Draco started working longer, he'd get to work only on weekdays Monday to Thursday. He couldn't wait.
'So Ron shouldn't say anything. Nowadays, I basically see Draco where everyone else does. On the cover of every magazine. And I miss him.'
Sorry, first chapter a bit short. Next will be longer