A/N: It has been so long since I last updated, I wanted to reassure you that this story will be finished, and I thought I'd give you lovely readers a preview of Part II. I expect to have it actually posted in a few weeks, but my life has been so ridiculous lately, who knows. Enjoy!

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"Well hello Harry Potter."

There was a tense moment of silence as Harry remained frozen in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights, and Draco watched with internal glee as his former rival looked increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze.

Harry, in turn, decided that Ron's joke last night was terribly unfunny. He was torn between wanting to flee and wanting to throw a punch into that leering face. He settled for backing away towards the door, absolutely mortified that he had convinced himself to go through with this interview.

"Um…I think there may have been a mistake."

Draco gave a smooth chuckle.

"You know very well, Potter, that there has been no mistake."

Harry flushed, knowing that Draco was entirely right.

"Well I—"

"Why don't you take a seat, and we can have a little chat about why, exactly, you would like to earn an income as an escort," Draco interrupted, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. He could see the fierce internal debate occurring in Harry's head, and vaguely wondered what it would be like to have those gorgeous green eyes looking up at Draco from his lap. Another day, perhaps.

Right now, the situation called for some careful persuasion.

Harry hesitantly moved away from the door and sat down in the proffered chair. His hands were clenched into tight fists that rested on his lean thighs as he stared at the wood grain of the desk, deliberately avoiding Draco's gaze.

Draco, on the other hand, was studying Harry with calculating eyes, trying to determine what could have possibly brought the golden boy into his office, and what would be the best way to convince Harry to join the Elite. Let's start simple, shall we? Draco unclasped his hands and relaxed into his office chair, pulling out a clean sheet of parchment and dipping his eagle feather quill into a pot of green ink.

"Full name, please."

Harry looked up, his shoulders tense. "Harry James Potter," he replied after a short pause.

"Previous occupation?"

"Er…Auror."

The only indication Draco gave that he heard Harry's answer was a slight eyebrow raise and the further scribbling of the quill. The next question was not so easy.

"Sexual preference?"

"Erm…" He cleared his throat. "Pardon?"

Draco rolled his eyes at the blatant stall tactic. Anyone who read the Daily Prophet already knew the answer to that question—Harry was just denying himself if he couldn't say it out loud.

"Well, do you prefer shoving into wet quivering quim or being pounded into the mattress by a raging hard-on?"

Harry made a little choking noise. Who knew the Malfoy heir could be so vulgar? Wait a minute…

"Who said I'm the one who gets…uh…penetrated?" he asked defiantly.

Draco chuckled. "Well, seeing as your pussy footing around the original question, I think that answer is pretty obvious."

Harry flushed. Dear Merlin, this was terribly embarrassing. "Men," he managed to say quietly.

"Sorry, what was that?" Draco asked innocently, smirking as he leaned an ear towards Harry, wanting to prolong the man's discomfort and make him say it again.

"Men, Malfoy. I like MEN!" The last part came out a little louder than Harry had intended, so he cringed, closed his eyes, and slumped into his seat, defeated.

Draco inwardly laughed. "No need to shout, Potter, it's not that exciting." The only response he received was a glare. Still immensely pleased with himself, Draco dipped his quill in the ink pot again, and continued to take notes.

"And how did you hear about this position?"

"Your receptionist," Harry bit out.

"Ah. Quite a bitch, that one is, eh?" Draco flashed another disarming smile, and Harry felt his stomach clench a bit. What is he playing at?

There was a moment of silence as Draco jotted down a few more notes—hair, black; eyes, green; build, athletic—and then set down his quill, re-clasping his hands and meeting Harry's guarded gaze.

"So tell me, Harry," Draco said in voice akin to a cat that had caught a canary. "I am absolutely dying to hear why you decided to take Pansy up on her offer." His predatory face made Harry shiver slightly and clench his fists tighter, relishing the feel of his fingernails digging into his palms.

This was not a very fun interview.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I was bored," he answered reluctantly. "And apparently round the bend," he muttered to himself.

"And you thought getting paid to be a doting boyfriend to a different person every night would keep you entertained?"

Harry's cheeks turned a telling shade of pink.

"My, my, I did not realize the savior of the Wizarding World took such pleasure in being a salacious individual."

Harry bit his tongue to keep himself from responding with a nasty retort. This was, technically, a job interview.

Draco gave another one of those infuriatingly stunning smiles at the golden boy's silence and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and resting a defined chin on his steepled fingers.

"I'll be frank with you, Harry," Draco started, secretly enjoying the way the name felt in his mouth and the way said person was glaring at him. "Anyone would pay a fortune to have you on his or her arm, even for just one night."

Harry had to admit the same thought had crossed his mind, albeit briefly.

"Since your presence in the Elite would be quite excellent for business, I am willing to offer you sixty percent of the income paid to me by the client, and I will also allow you to choose which nights a week you work, a much better deal than I would normally offer an applicant with no experience."

Ignoring the logical part of his brain that was telling him to leave, Harry took a moment to consider Draco's offer, Hermione's voice echoing in his head. "You can't sit around all day and do nothing…"

"I get to choose my…uh…clients and you have a deal."

"Seventy-five percent and I choose your clients for you."

"Do you really think I care about money, Malfoy?"

"Point taken. If I choose a client you don't like, you can say no once. That's my final offer."

As much as some part of Harry wanted to say yes, he did not trust Draco in the least to assign him to suitable dates. Harry let out a frustrated snort and rubbed his forehead, unsurprised that this interview seemed to have been a waste of his time. "Well, seeing as we can't agree, which isn't anything new, I...should just go." Shaking his head, he stood up and started towards the door.

Draco grimaced. He hated giving in. But that was a really nice arse that could fetch a really high price, and it was about to exit his office. There had to be something Draco could get out of this business deal…

"I will let you pick and choose your clients…"

Harry closed the door he had been about to walk out of and turned back around to face Draco, mildly satisfied that he was so desirable and a little surprised that a Malfoy would just give in.

Until Draco finished his sentence.

"…if you go on a date with me."

What?! Harry felt that obnoxious clench in his belly again. That was not how he had expected their disagreement to be resolved, and he was about to refuse when the rational part of Harry's brain reminded him that it was this job or long, boring days spent jerking off to Witch Weekly. The irrational part of Harry's brain, on the other hand, told him that Draco apparently did have it in him to assign Harry to suitable dates.

Oh, fuck it.

"Alright. I accept your job offer." Harry felt a little giddy at the ridiculousness of what he just agreed to do.

"Excellent." Draco, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, rolled up the piece of parchment he had been writing on and sealed it with a tap of his wand. "Hand this to Pansy on your way out."

Harry took the roll of parchment from his new boss and nodded politely, his cheeks flushed and heart pounding with disbelief at what he had just done. He felt a little lightheaded as he turned the door handle and stepped out into the hall.

"Welcome to the Elite, Potter," Draco called after Harry as the newest escort made his way towards reception.

Well goodbye boring life.

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A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated. I can always change what I've written so far! And if in the future, you would rather just wait for the whole chapter, please let me know and I won't ever post a preview again.