"Ron, we're going to need one of the best investigators in the world here." Harry said, tapping his quill against the parchment on his desk. Ron took another bite out of his twinky. "Mmhh." He said, mouth full.
"I mean, seriously. This has never been broken before. Do you think I can do this?" Harry asked nervously.
"How in the world do they get the cream in these things?" Ron questioned, staring at his food. Harry groaned. "Thanks for the help Ron." He hissed. "I'm scared as hell about if this is going to work and you're eating dessert foods!"
Ron looked at him apologetically. "It's because you have him at your house at night. You can see him every day." Harry continued.
Spaced out blue eyes became focused. "Harry, I'm sorry. It must be tough for you."
"The hell it is. I don't know how this is going to work." Harry raked his fingers though his hair.
"So who's this best investigator person you're talking about?" Jared asked, sitting up beside Ron on Harry's desk. Harry shuffled through his paper. "Smart. Intuitive. Insightful." He mumbled.
Ron finished his twinky and turned his interest on his petite boyfriend instead.
"You want me to eat you too?" he said softly, intertwining his fingers with Jared.
Harry arched an eyebrow. "This is why you can't get him to do anything with you Ron. You're pick-up lines suck."
Jarred did blush though, probably because Ron was flirting with him in front of Harry.
Ron's mouth latched unto Jared's ear and he nibbled a little. "I bet if I suck long enough on your sweetness I'll find that you're cream-filled too."
Jared whimpered as Harry's eyes widened. "That was pretty good Ron. Did you set that up all on your own?"
"It works." Ron pouted. "Jared is turned on by my lines so there."
"Whatever." Harry said.
"So, who's the investigator?" Jared half-asked, half-whimpered as Ron continued sucking on his ear.
"Hermione." Harry said.
"Oooh. Good choice." Ron said, his hand sliding up Jared's shirt.
"Why are you doing that on my desk?" Harry said.
"Just wondering if Jared's turned on by doing it in front of other guys." Ron said.
Harry blushed. "Glad to be of service in my time of crisis."
"It's working." Ron said, gripping the bulge in Jared's pants.
"I think he's turned on by the fact that I'm here. He's imagining me as being the one doing that." Harry said smugly.
Jared gasped as Ron's tongue entered his mouth. "Ron, stop. Harry's going through a tough time now."
"No, don't mind me. If I can't have happiness I'd love to watch what you guys do." Harry said picking up his phone.
Ron shrugged, continuing his trail down Jared's neck.
"Hello?" the phone was picked up on the third ring.
"Hey Hermione." Harry said, watching Ron and Jared with interest.
"Oh. Hi Harry." Hermione said in surprise. "What's up?"
"Well it's a long story really." Harry said, picking up his papers to avoid Jared and Ron coming down on his desk.
"What's that noise in the background?" Hermione said, obviously referring to Jared's whimpers and moans.
"Noise? What noise?" Harry said, glaring at Ron who couldn't see him with his face under Jared's shirt.
Jared covered his mouth to stifle his groans.
"Umm so yeah. Are you busy or something? It's really, really important that I see you." Harry said, eyes even furthering in there enlargement as Jared's head was flung off of the table, one of his legs up in the air.
"No, I'm not at all. So do you want to meet me somewhere or something?" Hermione said.
"Yeah, that would be great." Harry said, dragging Ron off of Jared's body by his collar.
"So where?" Hermione asked.
Harry smiled. "You know the place well." He said.
"Thank you so much for inviting us back to Hogwarts Professor McGonagall." Harry said, hugging his old teacher.
"You'll find that the school hasn't changed a bit." She replied, smiling. "Now go on. From what I hear this is an important mission you have here."
"Everything's the same." Hermione said, tracing her fingers on one of the portraits lining the hallway.
Ron rushed up to a first year boy walking past them. "Yeah, except the first years are much cuter than us." He said, pinching his cheek.
The first year blushed, and clutched his books to his chest even more. "Ron stop it." Harry said, dragging his impetuous friend away from the frightened child.
"Um…Excuse me, but are you…Harry Potter?" The boy asked.
"Yeah." Harry shrugged. "It's not really that big of a deal."
The wide-eyed stare that he received told him otherwise.
"Let's just go." Harry said, pulling Jared and Ron behind him, with Hermione following behind.
Ron tugged at a book on the shelf and watched it tumble down. Jared grabbed it and gave him a glare. "Library." He said. "You've got to be quiet."
Ron smiled and took the book from him. "You can make out with me in silence." He said. Jared blushed and looked away. "Ron, Harry needs help."
"Hermione's help enough." Ron said softly.
"Ron, focus." Jared said, sitting at a table. "Harry needs us right now."
Ron began flinging books across the room. "I think I have A.D.D." he mumbled.
"It's been five hours." Harry said, rubbing eyes weary from reading fine print. "Five hours and everything I've read has only strengthened what Draco told me."
Hermione flipped though the pages of her book again, checking if she'd missed anything.
"Harry, there's no way to go against an order of your keeper. Unless you're willing to die."
Harry sighed and laid his head on the desk. "Harry…it seems you're just going to have to-"
Hermione looked at him sadly, clipping back her unruly brown hair. "Well…I really don't see how it's going to happen.
"No." Harry said. "No, I promised that I would help him. I promised that I'd let him come back to me. That we'd be together."
"Well I don't really see how that's going to happen." Hermione said.
A book narrowly missed Harry, and he grabbed it up off the floor he'd landed on. "Ron!" he yelled angrily, chiding the man which was childishly throwing books in his direction.
Flipping over the heavy object, he looked at the cover. "Hermione." He said quietly, in a voice that made her look up suddenly. "Let's look through just one more book. I think we've been taking this from an entirely wrong angle."
"So Draco, you ready to sign off?" an all too eager manager grinned.
"No." Draco said, putting down the pen.
"What?" Mr. Staccato whimpered, like a boy denied presents at Christmas.
"I…I need more time to think." Draco said, picking up the contract and gazing at it in an effort to make it look like it was the one making his decision hard.
Mr. Staccato looked put out. "One day." He said. "You have one day to decide."
Draco looked at him warily. "Yes sir." He said. 'Harry, I know there's no way you can break this, but I can't help having a little hope."
"Well I might as well do it anyways." Mr. Staccato sighed.
"Do what?" Draco put down the contract and looked puzzled.
"I was going to make you meet your leading man after you'd signed as a surprise. He came out all the way here just to meet you. But maybe meeting him will help you make your decision." Was his answer.
The door opened and a boy walked in. Draco's first impression was how average he looked. Not bad average, but the kind of ridiculously hot 'boy next door' looking average.
"Hi." He said shyly, and Draco was enthralled with his American accent.
"Hello. What's your name?" Draco said, eager to hear him speak more.
"Brent." The boy said, looking at the ground.
"I don't bite." Draco smiled. He looked so…shy. Not what you would expect from a guy in the adult film industry.
"I'm sorry. I've just seen you on so many magazine covers I can't believe I'm actually meeting you." Brent mumbled, sandy blond hair falling into shocking blue eyes.
"I mean, I didn't think you would really look that good."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked curiously, wanting to hear more long sentences. American interested him.
"I…you know, for one I didn't know your hair was really that long, or that your skin was really that perfect or your eyes so beautifully grey, or that you were so slender." Brent stuttered.
"Yeah, our Draco's a keeper for sure." Mr. Staccato said proudly. "Doesn't even need makeup."
"You're not half-bad yourself." Draco found himself saying. Then he wanted to slap himself. 'I'm flirting.' He thought desperately. 'With a baby-blue eyed kid in a blazer. He hardly even looks legal.'
Brent reddened, down to his nose, which he covered in embarrassment. "I'm so-sorry." He said. "I just feel kind of embarrassed. I'm so new to this."
"Here." Draco took his hand and led him outside. "The less the better right?"
Brent nodded, loosening visibly. "I hope you won't feel awkward around me. I'm seventeen right now, but I'll be eighteen by the time we start shooting."
"Are you sure you can handle something like a movie? You look pretty shy." Draco admitted, sitting on a bench.
"I know. But once I'm with another guy, on a camera its all different." Brent said, his head nodding in agreement with himself.
"Right." Draco said, looking around for the guy who carried the juices.
"I'm serious." Brent said, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. He bent backwards till his hands touched the ground palm downwards. "I'm flexible and I look great naked so we'll be able to do a whole bunch of positions."
Draco blushed as he saw the many muscles tighten and release. "Umm… that's…great." He said.
"And I know you do too so we'll make a great team. I'm not weirded out by having sex in front of a camera. In fact, if you want, we can practice right here on the carpet. I don't even care if anyone walked by." Brent said in self-assuredness, his bangs still making him look as innocent as a ten year old.
"That's okay." Draco smiled. "One guy in twenty-four hours is enough for me."
"Ohh." Brent stood up. "That Harry guy? You're boyfriend? But I heard you guys broke up."
"We did." Draco mumbled, suddenly deflating.
"Why so sad? I thought you dumped him." The blond said, sitting beside him after putting back on his shirt.
"I did. But it was a mistake." Draco said softly. "I wish I'd never done it."
Brent smiled cheerfully. "Then go get him back." He said.
"I can't. Circumstances won't allow." Draco's voice cracked and he felt close to tears for the umpteenth time that day.
Brent only smiled. "You love him?" he said.
Draco nodded quickly.
"He love you?"
Draco continued nodding.
Brent's smile grew carefree. "He's coming back for you then. No one would let a catch like you go. Amor Vincent Omnia."
Draco smiled. "You're right." He said. "He's coming back for me."
Apologize for the shortness, just had to get the ball rolling again. Sowie.
I'll put all the thank you's in the next chapter!