Interview with a Rock Star
Part 2
The following morning, Draco arrived at work ten minutes early and in an exceptional cheerful mood, which was completely shocking to the rest of his co-workers. He even complimented Gregory Goyle for his sports section, which was never really that great to begin with. Then he even complimented Pansy Parkinson for her horrid fashion statement that consisted of bright colors, making Draco's eyes hurt.
"Why such the cheerful mood, Malfoy?" She asked, rubbing her hands on his shoulders, he shrugged it away.
"Yesterday was a good day." He said simply, smiling at her.
Pansy rubbed her eyes; she couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy was actually smiling at her. Something weird was definitely going on here. Draco headed towards his boss's office, to tell him that the meeting with Harry Potter had gone quite so well, omitting a few minor details. Knocking on Zabini's door, Malfoy slid inside.
"I heard Ms. Granger, Potter's agent, set the two up for a meeting. How did it go?" He asked sternly.
Malfoy's cheeks flushed. "It was good. He is supposed to meet me Wednesday and that's the day I will conduct the interview." He explained.
"That's excellent. Malfoy, I want details. Details that no one knows about our dear London rocker will be revealed. Our readers want to know about his personal life, but please leave out the graphic ones, for this is not an interview for a porn magazine, Malfoy." Blaise instructed firmly.
Malfoy simply blushed a bit more. There was no way he was going to include details about him and Potter in that interview, and he was just as curious as Blaise was to know if Potter was involved in a steady relationship. There were so many things he wanted to know about the famous rocker; he even thought about a proper title for the interview: Stripped: Harry James Potter.
Draco was sitting at his desk, trying to type up interview questions when his phone rang.
"Draco Malfoy, editor of London Entertainment", he said properly.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's assistant. He would like to see you this evening, would you like to confirm?" She said politely.
"Yes, where would we be meeting?" He asked, trying not to sound overly excited.
"He said that the place would be up to you this time, Mr. Malfoy." She chuckled.
"Very well, tell him to meet me at the Madame Pomfrey's French Diner." He said sharply.
"What time would you like Mr. Potter to arrive?" She asked quietly.
"Around ten, is that alright?"
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy, I will tell Mr. Potter of the arrangements." She said nicely.
"Thank you, Ms. Granger." He replied before hanging up the phone.
After Draco hung up with Granger, he noticed that it was getting late and people were already starting to leave the building. Pansy Parkinson was one of the first people to leave, after Draco had told her harshly that he didn't want her to stay and help with the interview. Goyle left shortly after that. The only other person in the building was Blaise, and Draco knew that he wouldn't be leaving for quite a while. Glancing at the clock it was only 9:00, and he had to be at the restaurant by ten. He had plenty of time to freshen up at the office; he wanted to look his absolute best tonight.
"Draco, I'm leaving early, Finnegan has got something special planned." Blaise said, smirking at Draco. "I hope it's something kinky, like last night. Did I tell you that he actually bought a whip and a pair of handcuffs? But we have yet to use them and that's why I'm leaving early. Here are the keys; you can lock up tonight." He finished, tossing Draco a key ring.
Catching them in his hand, he just shuddered at the thought of his boss taking it up the arse by some Irish bloke. Then an image of Harry thrusting his thick cock deep inside of his own arse, made his cock twitch with excitement. Rolling his eyes now was not the time to get hard, especially when he was getting ready to meet up with the one person who was the center of his fantasies. Around 9:30 Draco turned out all the lights and locked the doors as he headed down to Madam Pomfrey's to meet with Harry Potter.
With one last look in his mirror, Draco was finally satisfied with his appearance. He slowly got out of his car, and walked inside where a cheerful round woman greeted him.
"Welcome, I am Madam Pomfrey. What can I do for you?" She smiled.
"I am just meeting a friend here." Draco replied calmly, searching the room for any sign of Harry Potter.
He knew that the rock star wouldn't be just sitting in the open; he figured that he would have on some sort of disguise to protect his privacy. There in the very back of the room, Draco noticed a dark figure with a hat pulled over his face, wearing a long dress coat. Immediately he approached the table, and the man looked up with his sparkling emerald eyes, and at that Draco knew it was Harry.
"Hello, Malfoy." Harry said quietly.
"Hello, Potter", he responded in the same note.
"Perhaps, you would like a bite to eat?" Harry offered.
Draco was starving; he only had a donut and a cup of coffee early this morning for breakfast.
"That would be nice, Potter." He said quietly.
"I insist you call me Harry, Draco", the man laughed.
"Same goes for you."
The two men looked over the menus and decided on a nice steak with mashed potatoes and a salad with some red wine to drink. There was question running around Draco's mind, why did Harry Potter want to meet up with me again? And the question would not leave, no matter how hard he tried to shake it from his brain.
"Something the matter, Draco? You look puzzled?" Harry asked, as if reading the blonde's mind.
"Why exactly did you meet up with me tonight? Don't get me wrong, I am glad to see you again, but did the meeting for Wednesday change?" Draco asked calmly, taking a bite of potatoes.
"Not unless you want it to. See, Wednesday is when we conduct the interview, and since today is Tuesday, I just thought you would like to meet up for a bit." Harry explained.
Malfoy snickered after having caught on to Harry's statement, meaning that they didn't have to do anything with the interview today. Draco sat there silently watching Harry eat, or maybe he was just watching Harry period. His black was all tousled and hung in his face, covering those brilliant emerald orbs. He was wearing a black button up shirt with black trousers and that long dress coat of his. He looked amazing according to Draco Malfoy.
"I was hesitant to call you at first, but I wanted to see you again." Harry confessed, sipping his wine.
"Really, I wanted to see you too, but I didn't call because I know you are busy and I didn't want to seem like a pushy editor." Malfoy replied. "And besides I didn't want to bother Granger, because she is the only way I know how to get a hold of you."
"Well, if I give you my person cell number, would you keep it between us?" Harry whispered.
Draco felt his heart skip a beat, as Harry grabbed a napkin and scribbled the digits on to it. He went to grab his own cell out of his pocket, and then realized he left it on his desk at the office.
"Shit", he muttered.
"What?" Harry asked, raising and eyebrow.
"I left my phone at the office." He grumbled. "I need it, would you like to come with me to pick it up?" Draco asked.
"That would be alright, because Hermione dropped me off; I didn't want to take the chance of people recognizing my car and turning it into rubbish." He laughed.
"Right, let's finish the dinner and then we will head to my office." Draco informed.
The two boys had finished their dinner and went to pay. Draco pulled out his wallet, in order to pay for his, but Harry had insisted that he let him pay for it; Malfoy blushed and grinned.
"Thanks, Harry for dinner", Malfoy said quietly.
"Don't mention. I made you come and see me, so I ought to pay." Harry snickered.
"I wanted to come and see you", Malfoy replied, as fished his keys from his black trousers.
"This is your car?" Harry said, shockingly.
"Yes, it is." Draco smirked.
He was driving a brand new limited edition black Lamborghini. The windows were almost as dark as the car itself, and the black license plate had: MALFOY engraved in old English.
"This car is hot, Malfoy", Harry said grinning.
"I suspect, you have lots of cars like this, don't' you?" He asked.
"Well, I have my own Lamborghini, but I am not quite sure it is as good as this, and I do have a black motorcycle." Harry explained.
The two entered the car, and as soon as Draco started the car, Harry's voice blared over the speakers. Quickly he turned the radio off, hoping that Harry hadn't recognized that it was his self.
"Well, I see that you are a fan too." Harry smirked at Draco.
Malfoy blushed. "Yeah you could say that, but don't worry I'm not going to act like those fan-girls."
"Damn, you mean your not going to scream and shout that you want to shag me?" Harry laughed, acting a bit sad. "I thought you wanted me." He said pouting.
At this point, Malfoy really was at loss for words. He wanted to scream out that he wanted to shag Harry senseless. Draco was driving down the road and Harry placed his hand over Malfoy's cock, rubbing it through his trousers.
"I'm driving…Harry", Malfoy sighed as electric bolts of pleasure shot through his body.
Harry just ignored the statement as he undid the black trousers and slipped his hand inside, grasping his erection tightly, slowly moving his hand up and down the length. Malfoy stifled a moan, determined to keep his attention and focus on the street.
"Shit", he groaned, as he felt Harry flick the slit of his cock.
His concentration level was decreasing greatly; his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, causing the car to swerve to the side of the road. He was almost to the building; only a couple of more blocks and he would have made it.
"Damn, you're going to cause me to wreck", he panted, tossing Harry a quick lustful glance.
"No, we're not." He said simply, continuing to stroke his cock.
Draco could feel every nerve in his body tighten up, as Harry's hand moved up and down his slick cock with heated pleasure. Undoing his own trousers, Harry clasped a hand around his own throbbing erection, stroking it with as much force as Draco's as he moaned and hissed. The sounds coming from the rocker's lips was like an erotic language that had taken over every part of Draco's mind, making him completely in coherent. God, he just wanted to be able to park the car, lean over the seat and take Harry's length into his mouth and suck him violently.
"Draco", Harry panted, thrusting his hips into his fists as he stared at the blonde with his glazed emerald eyes.
"Harry", Malfoy moaned, rocking his hips into Harry's hands, wanting him to go faster, but he didn't want to cum while driving.
Draco could make out the silhouette of the building in the shadows. Good thing he had finally arrived there; he wasn't sure how much longer he could drive with Harry stroking his cock so forceful. Not caring how he parked, Draco just immediately turned the car off, leaned over the seat and kissed Harry with such hunger and desire that their tongues lashed out against the other. He took both of their cocks into his hand and began stroking them with such eager and passion that had Harry crying out for more.
"You. Me. Inside." Malfoy enunciated heavily.
Harry didn't protest; he simply pulled his jeans over his painful erection and jumped out of the car, as did Draco. With the keys in his hand, he carefully unlocked the doors and slipped inside. The building was completely dark, but Draco fumbled his way to the back of the building to his desk. Harry was right behind him with his hands wrapped firmly around his waist. The rocker kept placing soft heated kisses on Malfoy's pale neck, sucking on it gently. Shoving everything on the desk out of his way, Malfoy hoisted himself on top and pulled Harry to him, wrapping his legs around his waist rolling his cock into his.
Harry tugged Draco's trousers down to his ankles along with his. His hand ran smoothly over Malfoy's sac and arse hole, making the blonde whimper as waves of steamy pleasure washed over his body.
"Do you have any lotion or lube?" Harry breathed deeply, running his finger back and forth Malfoy's opening.
He smiled to himself, knowing that Pansy's hand cream would one day come to a much better use. His hands searched the desk blindly until he found the large round bottle and shoved it into Harry's hand.
"Impatient", he chuckled, swirling his tongue around Malfoy's hardened nipples as he poured a small portion of the lotion onto his hand.
Harry's now slick finger began probing at Draco's entrance, making him squirm. Carefully he slipped a finger inside, Malfoy gasped as he added another finger. Both of the digits were thrusting in and out of his tight hole with ease.
"Oh gods", Draco cried out, rolling his hips into Harry's hands, as he inserted a third and final finger inside of him.
With his other hand, Harry grasped Malfoy's pulsating member firmly and stroked as he rutted against his fingers, for more.
"Harry, please." Malfoy whimpered, as he continued biting and nibbling at his neck.
Griping the back of Draco's neck, Harry pulled him in for a very fiery hot kiss as their tongues intertwined in an erotic dance of passion. Slowly, Harry removed his fingers from Draco's hole, and pressed the tip of his pulsating cock at his entrance. Draco could feel the heat and hardness from Harry's prick as he slid it up and down the crevice of his cheeks; he bucked into Harry.
"Please what, Draco?" The dark haired man hissed, running his tongue along his ear.
"Fuck me!" He cried out, moving his hips closer to Harry's cock.
Both of the boys were so caught up in the heat of the moment that neither of them heard the main doors creek open or the footsteps that kept coming closer. They didn't even notice the dark hooded figure that was peering behind a corner watching them very intently. The thing that got the boys attention was a click and a bright flash of white light. Harry immediately jumped backwards, removing himself completely from Draco, who jumped off the desk in alarm.
"Did you see that?" Draco asked Harry quietly.
"Yeah, it looked like the flash of a camera." Harry replied worriedly. "This could be bad, very bad."
"Well, we need to find the arsehole that's behind this." Draco snorted, as he pulled up his trousers.
Within a few seconds both boys were completely dressed and began searching every corner of the office. Harry went one way and Draco went the other. He checked everyone's office, but they were all locked. Every cubicle in the entire building was being searched by Draco, but he couldn't see or hear no one. Harry turned and looked and Draco just in time to see a dark hooded figure run out the door. The two boys took off after the figure, but it was too late. Ever who it was had already disappeared into the darkness.