Chapter Two

Draco, upon leaving his mothers work place had swiftly returned home to look up the gorgeous model online. He would never have made a move in the presence of his mother let alone at her place of work. She knew about his sexual orientation, that wasn't what bothered him.

He didn't want the reputation as a playboy millionaire, that just wasn't him. He didn't fuck guys for pleasure, he wanted something more meaningful than that. This was why he went home and researched his new crush.

The internet was a marvellous thing. Within seconds, Draco had located all of his modelling photographs as well as his personal website, facebook page and who his agent was. Harry had an impressive resume, he had worked for all of the top designers but now worked exclusively for vogue for what was rumoured to be an astronomical fee, something Draco could very well believe.

It may have been Monday but that didn't mean anything to the socialite. It wouldn't mean anything to anyone with money. It was easy enough to find out that one of Harry's favourite haunts was Public, an up class nightclub local to the area. To have a position on Kings street it had to be good and it had to be expensive because it was an expensive area.

Draco grabbed his phone and called Pansy informing her that they would be going to Public that night and to dress up. Pansy of course was thrilled, she loved the nightclub scene plus any excuse to dress up and get her picture taken. She was younger than Draco, not quite as rich and by far more promiscuous. She loved and craved the attention, her business thrived off it. She would never turn down an offer Draco made, he was too useful as a friend.

Once he had spoken to Pansy, Draco then faced the dilemma of what to wear. He wanted to capture the attention of Harry but without being too obvious. He had a huge mountain of clothes to chose from and yet he had nothing to wear.

Anyone else in his situation would have hit the shops, however high street wasn't allowed. Draco doubted the club would even let him inside if he wore anything from a high street store. His reputation would take a serious hit if he did that and that couldn't be allowed to happen.

Draco put in a call to Ralph Lauren who personally took the call and said that he would send one of his assistants over with a range of outfits for him to choose from. Within the hour, they had arrived, perhaps detailing just how influential the Malfoy family was.

There was so much varity, some of which was questionable as to whether it would make it into stores for more common public consumption, some of it Narcissa hadn't even seen yet. Draco preferred the understated look when it came to fashion. He decided upon plain black trousers to begin with, of course they were tailored in Italy in crisp lightweight linen, only the best would do. To go with them he picked out a classic fit dress shirt in pale blue, the colour always brought out his eyes. It was made out of fine Italian cotton and as he slipped it on he could feel the quality against his skin. Pure heaven.

The summer weather was still holding out so he discarded taking a jacket, he doubted he would need one. The club would be warm inside, he wouldn't have to queue to get in, Malfoy's didn't queue and he didn't smoke so there would be no need to go out for that either. He did however require comfortable shoes, he didn't need to call a designer for that. His wardrobe, packed full of shoes that he adored. He had paid a young man with the same size foot as him to wear them in around the house. It had been the best money he had ever spent.

Having picked out the perfect outfit he summoned back the woman who had brought them over so she could take them away again, she also noted down the two items he had taken and added the £610 value to his account. Lucius always took care of the accounts each month so Draco didn't have to concern himself with that.

For Draco this was a relatively cheap outfit, some totalled over £2000 but that was only for every special occasions. He wanted to woo Harry tonight not flaunt his wealth. His name did that enough for him. What he didn't want was for Harry to like him for his money, even though the handsome model clearly had his own money it wouldn't even be a third of what the Malfoy's had in the bank.

Pansy arrived shortly after eight, her chauffer dropping her off. Draco's driver would be taking them to Public tonight and then be on call to pick them up when they wanted to go home. Draco briefed Pansy on why they were going as she changed into the outfit she had brought over. God forbid it get creased before she got to the club.

"So who is this guy anyway, he sounds common to me." Pansy said as she wriggled her tiny figure into a black floral dress designed by Alexandra McQueen. Pansy had been obsessed with her ever since she had designed the dress for Kate Middleton. Pansy had spent her entire weekly profits from her business on the dress. She professed that it had been well worth the £6.670 she had spent and Draco had to agree that she looked stunning.

What Draco could never understand was the shoes. Of course they looked fabulous and had a price tag to match but he couldn't see how women could walk in them. The shoes that went with this particular dress were black leather with gold studded detail and buckle. The stiletto heals were a towering 14cm high and were so thin they might have snapped at any moment. Draco didn't think that they could ever be comfortable. His mother had once joked that shoes were the world's most fashionable torture devices.

While Pansy fixed her hair and makeup Draco flicked through the most recent copy of vogue, wanting to show Pansy exactly why he was so fixated with this man. He chanced upon the Calvin Klein underwear ad and ear marked the page.

"This is him" Draco said as she came out the bathroom, her makeup fixed to perfection and not a single kink to her perfectly straight hair.

Pansy took the magazine and eyed the picture of Harry appreciatively. "If he isn't gay can I have a shot at him?" Pansy asked, "He's amazingly hot!"

"If he isn't gay it's going to be a very sad day for homosexuals everywhere but yes if he doesn't swing my way then he's all yours but I get first shot at him." Draco said taking back the magazine.

The car came for them at ten, Public was only round the corner, it would take less than fifteen minutes to drive. They could have easily walked it if Pansy hadn't been wearing the killer heels and they hadn't wanted to arrive in style.

A limousine was far too obvious and it had been over used to such an extent that it was beginning to look almost cheap. Draco, just like in his fashion choices, preferred more subtly in his choice of vehicle. He had three cars, two chauffeured if he so desired. The first two were a plain, very understated Rolls Royce's. These was his day cars, being both practical and not too flashy. His evening car however practically oozed fashion. This was his personal car, the one he drove himself when he needed to make an entrance.

His Boxster Spyder of the Porsche range was his pride and joy. As a two seater he had to have a chauffeur waiting for him at the venue to drive it away but that was why they were paid the big money. The staff employed by the Malfoy family were to be at their beck and call twenty four hours a day seven days a week. That was just the way the job went and you were well compensated for it.

"So are you ready to go?" Draco asked as the door bell chimed signalling that one of Draco's drivers had brought the car around for them.

"Of course, when am I not ready for an evening out with you?" Pansy said with a smile.