Title: Dangerous and Moving: Cosmos
Author Name: LittleBeth
Email: littlebethany81
Rating: R / M
Spoilers: GOF
Genre: Angst, Slash
Era: Other
Main Character(s): HP, BZ, OFC, DM
Ship(s): HP/OFC, BZ/HP
Summary:
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song "Cosmos (Outer Space)" belongs to Tatu and all respective owners.
Author's Notes: The first in the Dangerous and Moving series.

Dangerous and Moving: Cosmos
by LittleBeth

Part One : Games We Don't Wanna Play

Harry stood quietly in his kitchenette sipping his tea quietly. He stared around the room at all the wonderful pieces of art and designer furniture. Nothing here really seemed to echo Harry's personality, of course he was now living the high life thanks to the Ministry. Though he'd rather be living in some rat hole in London. The door opened and a set of keys dropped into the dish by the door. Blaise came around the corner, casually smiling at Harry, he poured himself a cup of tea.

"How was your day?" Harry asked quietly.

"Quite interesting actually." he sipped his tea slowly. "Do you know who Vishenka Ivanovich is?"

"The Russian model?" Harry looked intrigued. "Of course I know who he is. Why, are you going to do his PR from now on."

"Yes and no." Blaise shrugged off his suit jacket. "Apparently he's of the 'magical folk' and he saw your photograph on my desk." he took another sip of his tea. "He loved your book by the way."

"Oh wonderful, like I don't hear that enou—wait a minute, you have a photo of me on your desk?"

"Yes, the one that's on your book jacket." Harry raised an eyebrow. "It was a nice photo! Beside I have my favourite clients photos on my desk."

"Right." Harry picked up his tea cup. "You were saying about Vishenka's PR. It sounds like he's on the edge."

"Yes well, the thing is he's a huge fan of your work and would really like to have dinner with you."

Harry spit his tea everywhere. "What!"

Blaise shrugged away from Harry. "Yes, he does."

"Just me, or does he want to have a business dinner with you there as well." Harry asked nervously.

"Just you." Blaise said after draining his tea cup. "Apparently he won't sign with the Agency unless he has this date with you."

Harry blew his fringe from his face. "Sure, why not." Blaise looked at him stunned. "What?"

"That would've never happened with any other client of mine who thought you were pretty or had read your book. What gives?"

"I've always wanted to meet someone more famous then myself." Blaise stared strangely at him. "Who's not over ninety years old. "

§§

"Vishenka, are you sure you want to do this?" Blaise said quietly. "I won'tdeny that Harry's intelligent and creative but this could be bad for your career."

"How so?" Vishenka replied.

"Being seen with him could ruin everything you've worked for." Blaise explained. "You remember what happened to Khaian McDowelle."

"Yes I know what happened to him, but I don't care." Vishenka stopped in front of apartment door. "I could quit now and still live comfortably. I don't spend like some of those celebrities do."

"True." Blaise put the key in the lock.

§§

Harry raced about the apartment picking up anything that was revealing the party-side of himself as well as he two flatmates. He'd nudged a passed out Draco several times before he fully kicked the blonde to get off the sofa and go put on something decent. Just as he pulled on his trousers and grabbed the green cotton button-up he heard Blaise and Vishenka outside the door. Panicking, he ran to the bathroom and quickly ran a comb through his hair, applying some of the Azuler mousse that Draco had got him for Christmas. He slid across the wood floor and stopped in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt as well as fiddling with his hair.

"You look fabulous." the mirror said excitedly. "You should wear green more often."

"Thanks…" Harry breathed.

Harry walked out into the living room just as Blaise was shutting the door to their apartment. There Vishenka stood, six-feet-five, dark auburn hair, slightyly on the pale side, and blazing hazel eyes. Harry was slightly taken aback by how striking Vishenka was. His photographs didn't do him enough justice.

"Hello, I'm Vishenka Ivanovich ." he said in a soft tenor voice. You coud plainly tell that he was Russian, for it still tainted his speech. "I'm very pleased to meet you."

"I'm Harry Potter—but you already know that—it's really nice to meet you." Harry replied.

"I hope you're ready to leave." Vishenka smiled. "I have seven o'clock reservations at Nanette's and I do not wish to be late."

"I understand." Harry grabbed his coat from the rack by the door. "Good bye, I'll see you later, Blaise."

LB's notes: Wootwoot! The first part is finished. God, my ass hurts… 6 straight hours. I originally wrote this as a fluke, but then it turned into a series. I'm started three other stories like this, using the universe. Anyway, REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW!