Chapter 3

The elevator doors opened and Draco steered the stroller with the sleeping baby onto the twentieth floor. Behind the glass doors with golden lettering was a new sea of black granite, and was dominated by a shiny black reception desk.
Draco was bitterly wondering if the dark-haired model behind it was chosen by Harry Potter himself. Maybe he had a preference for brunettes. He remembered that Blaise had once said that the big boss was at his second interview for Potter & Associates, and he had been hired short after.

Of course Blaise hadn't been just a regular brunette, even though his curly dark hair had been the crown on his beauty, he did have a handsome face and a great figure. His handsome looks had been a problem his entire life and didn't bring him much luck. Men couldn't keep their hands off of him, neither could the women.
That poor, sweet Blaise had always believed them when they proclaimed their love for him. After he had started working in the big city, he had been especially sensitive for the handsome, slick guys in suits, with dark hair, green bedroom eyes and a fast mouth to get him into bed, without the consequences.

Blaise had fallen for that combination every single time, and every time he had believed he was in love. And once in love, he was used as a doormat by his new beau, convinced that it was THE way to get that wedding ring and babies, which had been his dream all along.

Of course it had never come to that, Blaise had been dumped time after time. It had made Draco furious to his friend being used and abused by one slick guy after the other. Married, divorced or single; it hadn't mattered. If they had told Blaise they loved him, he had been theirs to play with.

After every break up Draco had tried to support him, but after years his patience had run out. Short after Blaise had gotten the amazing job of private secretary to Harry Potter, he had confided in Draco that he was once again in love. When Draco had gotten the answer out of him, it turned out to be his new boss. They had gotten into a huge fight. Draco had accused Blaise of sleeping with every man who said he loved him, and Blaise had snapped back that Draco had a heart of stone and wasn't able to love someone, except himself.

Those had been the last words the friends had spoken to each other in about a year. And now Blaise was dead. Draco's bottom lip started trembling. He had to swallow to keep from bursting into tears.
"I won't let you down, Blaise," he whispered while looking at Blaise's baby. "Your Lily will get everything you wished for her. Never will she have the feeling that she's unwanted, that nobody loves her. No hand me downs. She won't leave school when she's fifteen. And no orphanages! Never!"

Preparing himself for what would be waiting for him, he opened the glass doors and walked to the counter.
"I'm here to see Harry Potter," he said with confidence while looking at the charming blue eyed brunette. "And yes, before you ask, I do have an appointment." He lied.
Offence was the best defense, was what he thought. If he hadn't been so sure of his own acting talent, he would never have been accepted to the best acting school in England. Of course, it had taken him three times to actually get in, but that hadn't been his fault! It was harder to get into London School of Dramatic Art than getting into Fort Knox!

The brunette pointed to a long shiny hallway that lead to a smaller meeting area, which had a thick blue carpet. The wheels of the stroller blocked immediately.
"Can I help you?" came a voice confused, but cold.
Draco looked at the older man behind a desk like the previous one. Harry Potter's secretary was a surprise, because the man was nor brunette, nor beautiful, nor young.
"I'm here to see Harry," he replied just as cool.
The secretary frowned. "Mister Potter is in meetings all afternoon. He asked me repeatedly not to disturb him."

Finally Draco succeeded to push the wheels through the thick carpet. "I doubt he meant me with that," he said, "or his daughter."
The man's eyes widened and he looked over his desk into the stroller. "His daughter?" he repeated shocked.
"Indeed," Draco answered. "Her name is Lily. She's three months old. Could you please go tell Harry that she's here and that she finally wants to start getting to know him?"

The secretary blinked and cleared her throat. "Eh… maybe you could go to Mister Potter's office, so I can go get him."
Draco's smile was icecold. "What a good idea."
Even Harry Potter's office was a surprise. It was huge, luxuriously furnished, and obviously people worked here. At the walls there was more than one desk, all with computer, printer and fax machine. All computers were turned on. All desks were a mess. Even the biggest desk.
The secretary sighed when he saw that and mumbled while cleaning the half empty coffee cup.
Draco sat down in one the of the two empty chairs that were in front of the desk, after which he looked if Lily was still asleep.

"You're such a good baby," he cooed softly. When he looked up, the secretary was looking at him like he was from Mars.
"Mister Potter will be with you shortly," the man said, and walked out of the office shaking his head.
Less than two minutes later the door flew open. Draco turned his head fast, and saw his first glimpse of Lily's father.
Harry Potter was even more surprising than his secretary, or his office.
Yes, he was tall, like he had expected. And he had dark hair. And he was handsome, in a masculine kind of way. He even had green eyes!
Despite everything the man who was angrily staring at him from the other side of the room, was not what he had expected, absolutely not.
Blaise's lovers had always been slick and elegant, neatly cut and amazingly dressed. Slick charmers with high sex appeals, whom guys like Blaise were so undeniably attracted to.

Harry Potter didn't fit in that picture. With his broad shoulders and short hair he walked into the room, a menacing macho. The sleeves of his blue shirt were rolled up, as if he was ready for battle. He didn't wear a tie, and the top button on his muscled neck was open. His face showed a angry frown.

Frankly, he looked more like a foreman on a building side who was about to scold his workmen, than a successful stockbroker who would get out of this situation with his rapid tongue.
Infuriated he stopped beside the stroller. He looked at Lily and then at Draco. "I hear you claim that this is my baby?!" He snapped.

Draco refused to be intimidated by this macho. He wondered what Blaise had ever seen in this man. Maybe he made a better impression in bed than outside of it.
"Indeed," he said.
The look that Harry gave him, would make Blaise quiver in fear. Draco started to understand why his friend hadn't gone to Lily's biological father to tell him. If this man would send a man away, he'd think it would be forever.

But he wasn't Blaise! He almost smiled at that thought. That would be a surprise for him!

"Wait here!" he growled.
"I wasn't planning on leaving," he said calm, after which another one of those infuriated looks was thrown his way.

For a moment he looked at him with an infuriated gaze, then he stamped out of the room.
Draco stayed where he was, tapping his foot on the floor. Hopefully Mr Macho was trying to get himself in control and trying to find his manners back. Or at least a healthy mind.
Because he wasn't leaving! Slowly minutes passed.

Five…

Ten…

His blood pressure got slightly higher, but he had been prepared for this. He hadn't thought that the man would come voluntary, not after he had already denied being the father, after which he had send Blaise away with money for an abortion.

Frankly Draco didn't think any of it. And Harry totally made the picture of his low opinion of men. Obviously there would be a battle ahead of him to get the financial aid to raise Lily the way she deserved.
But he loved a good battle. With his back against the wall he was always at his best.

When the door finally opened, he turned around with an aggressive look in his eyes. How did he dare having him wait this long?
He jumped a little when he saw the buff security guards, but then his blood pressure went through the roof. Oh so this is how he wanted to play?
With a fixed jaw he got up and looked at the guards. "Mister Potter isn't coming back I presume?"

"Indeed sir," the eldest of the two said. "He said he'll get the police next time."
"Oh did he? Well we'll see about that. No, that's not necessary!" He snapped when one of the guards took him by the elbow. "I'll come quietly."

Even with his protests, the guards escorted him till outside the building.

He stopped on the sidewalk and took a furious look up at the top floor of the building, trying to get his angry mood under control. He could see that ass looking down at him with a triumphant look on his face.
"I'll get you, Potter," he spat. "And I'll strip you naked!"

After a few deep breaths, he felt some peace return and his brain started working again. Why was Lily's father so convinced that he could kick him out?

Just then he realized that Harry of course thought that Blaise had aborted the baby, and that he didn't realize that Lily was the baby Blaise had told him about, even thought she had the right age. Most likely he thought that Lily was a complete different baby and that he, Draco, was the father. When he had stared at him like that, maybe he tried to remember ever sleeping with him. And since that wasn't the case, he had of course thought he was lying.

That had to be it!
He could hit himself. Why hadn't he told him from the start that he wasn't the birthfather.

"What a stupid daddy you have," he said to the now awake baby, while he steered the stroller to the cabstand on the corner. "But don't get worried, I have a plan B. Since I don't have to come at your father's door again, we're going to your grandmother. Yes, I know you're hungry, and that you have a wet diaper. I have everything with me: bottles, diapers, spare clothes. Good, eh?"

Some by passers looked at him, but he didn't notice.
"Just you wait, when your grandmother sees how beautiful you are and how adorable, she won't be able to resist you. I couldn't, remember? And look at me now. I'm hard to convince. That's what your birthfather always said. But he was wrong when he said that I wasn't able to love something or someone. No, love, he was so wrong…"

A/N: So that was the meeting between Harry and Draco. Of course that won't be it! Next chapter, the meeting with Lily's grandmother, her namesake Lily :) Thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot to me, keep them coming!