an: More bad language in this one so be warned. Not enough to deserve an R-rating but it does contain swearing so just keep that in my mind. Once again, disclaimer applies, and also remember my note at the bottom of the last chapter: that I have nothing against anyone no matter what their orientation. The things included in this story are just for characterisation of the HP boys and serves only as words in a fictional story, not slander against people in real life.
^_^ And now, on with the show...
"What!?" Harry gasped. "Then...then why don't you just tell the Ministry the truth??" Malfoy laughed, the sound reminding Harry of tinkling bells and clinking crystal.
"Tell on my father? Honestly, are you MAD Potter?" He chuckled again, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. "Riiight. Okay...sure, I'll just send my father to his death to save you then shall I?"
"It's the honest thing to do!"
"Dearest Naive Little Potter...this business isn't about honesty."
"They're really hitting the nail on the head then...when they say a lawyer is the devil's advocate." Harry muttered.
"Damn straight. You can't say I don't make evil look good though."
//Although I'm anything but straight. Guess you'll find out sooner or later Potter.//
//Evil Man. Evil, evil man. He's using his charms to - why does everything now relate to Malfoy's looks!? It must be the heat...yes, yes that's it...the weather's getting to me. Or Malfoy's getting to you. I think I'm starting to hear voices.//
Harry blushed, suddenly feeling very fidgety and flustered, despite the magically controlled cool climate of the office.
"But if you're going to prove that I'm innocent, and you aren't going to send that sonofa-"
"Potter." A growl and a sleek glare.
"That bigoted twit you call your father to jail...then who ARE you going to lay the blame on?"
"I was thinking, perhaps...Seamus Finnigan."
Harry's mind buzzed with delighted thoughts of revenge, but then the logical part of it had to ask;
"Why?"
"Why? Because he's been making lewd, crude jokes about prisons - and mentioning your name quite a bit I might add. I swear, if I have to wipe up my coffee one more time after I spray it all over the table in disgust I will-"
"What!? Does this mean Seamus is gay?"
Malfoy sighed.
"Oh who isn't Potter? You can't seriously tell me you're as straight as a bloody quidditch goal post."
// Is he implying I'm gay? Does he know? Hang on - does that mean I AM gay? God, I'd really appreciate it if you sent down that bolt right about NOW. I promise if you do I'll never think about another man like that again. Oh lead me not into temptation...wait a minute...since when was Draco Malfoy tempting in the least anyway?"
"And now to discuss the matter of payment."
//Oh fuck.//
Harry coughed.
"How exactly am I meant to um, pay you? Because they took my wand and snapped it in half. They also took all my money at Gringotts, and the key to my vault."
"Oh, I can think of many ways you could pay me back Potter..." Malfoy licked his lips.
//The nerve of him! If only I had my wand. I can't believe I'm going to spend what's possibly the last month of my life around HIM.//
"But you can start by going out to dinner with me tonight."
Harry choked on oxygen.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, when I made that deal to get you out of prison, I had to pull a few strings here and there. I had to agree that I'd keep you under my care for the month before the trail and that you would be solely my responsibility."
"Does that mean..."
"Yes." Malfoy gave him a stony look. "You'll be staying with me. And if you know what's best for you, you will a) not touch ANY of the Ming vases in the study and b) not run away."
"What if I do?"
"What, break a vase!? You impoverished pitiful orphan! Do you know how much-"
"No! What if I run away?"
"Then the whole of the ministry will be after you. Upon being caught you'll be executed the next day without trail. Oh do behave Potter, it can't be that hard can it?"
"Hang on, why would you care what Seamus was saying about me anyway?" Harry asked, realisation suddenly dawning about what Malfoy had said before.
"The exact same reason I'm asking you out to dinner, Potter...you fascinate me."
//If he says anything remotely scathing right now it would serve me right. But I'll do serious bodily harm to him for mocking me first. Then I'll feel ashamed.//
//I fascinate him? I...I fascinate him?!//
"And a Malfoy doesn't appreciate when someone else talks dirty about what's HIS."
"I'm not YOURS Malfoy!"
"As of now you are...you're in debt to me, and if I don't come up with any other form of payment then you're mine." A smug, smarmy look crossed Malfoy's face and Harry had the sudden urge to smack him.
//Anything to touch that pale glossy sk - I'm going insane.//
"You are SO fucking annoying!" Harry gritted his teeth.
"I know...but you will be coming with me tonight, right? I've made reservations for two at the Hotel De Verde and -"
"Why dinner? Why are you doing all of this" Harry cut in.
"All of what?"
"This." Harry gestured wildly with his hands, almost knocking a stack of papers off the desk. "You seem to have planned out my life for the next four weeks. But why...and what then?"
"There's the chance I might lose the case. I mean, it's no loss to me of course." Malfoy grinned nastily. "But at least this way, if we lose and you get, you know," Malfoy made a slicing motion across his throat. "You can go out with a bang!"
An awkward silence fell over the pair.
//Ah, screw it. Wait! No! Shit!//
Malfoy was never one for words anyway.
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"What!?" Harry gasped. "Then...then why don't you just tell the Ministry the truth??" Malfoy laughed, the sound reminding Harry of tinkling bells and clinking crystal.
"Tell on my father? Honestly, are you MAD Potter?" He chuckled again, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. "Riiight. Okay...sure, I'll just send my father to his death to save you then shall I?"
"It's the honest thing to do!"
"Dearest Naive Little Potter...this business isn't about honesty."
"They're really hitting the nail on the head then...when they say a lawyer is the devil's advocate." Harry muttered.
"Damn straight. You can't say I don't make evil look good though."
//Although I'm anything but straight. Guess you'll find out sooner or later Potter.//
//Evil Man. Evil, evil man. He's using his charms to - why does everything now relate to Malfoy's looks!? It must be the heat...yes, yes that's it...the weather's getting to me. Or Malfoy's getting to you. I think I'm starting to hear voices.//
Harry blushed, suddenly feeling very fidgety and flustered, despite the magically controlled cool climate of the office.
"But if you're going to prove that I'm innocent, and you aren't going to send that sonofa-"
"Potter." A growl and a sleek glare.
"That bigoted twit you call your father to jail...then who ARE you going to lay the blame on?"
"I was thinking, perhaps...Seamus Finnigan."
Harry's mind buzzed with delighted thoughts of revenge, but then the logical part of it had to ask;
"Why?"
"Why? Because he's been making lewd, crude jokes about prisons - and mentioning your name quite a bit I might add. I swear, if I have to wipe up my coffee one more time after I spray it all over the table in disgust I will-"
"What!? Does this mean Seamus is gay?"
Malfoy sighed.
"Oh who isn't Potter? You can't seriously tell me you're as straight as a bloody quidditch goal post."
// Is he implying I'm gay? Does he know? Hang on - does that mean I AM gay? God, I'd really appreciate it if you sent down that bolt right about NOW. I promise if you do I'll never think about another man like that again. Oh lead me not into temptation...wait a minute...since when was Draco Malfoy tempting in the least anyway?"
"And now to discuss the matter of payment."
//Oh fuck.//
Harry coughed.
"How exactly am I meant to um, pay you? Because they took my wand and snapped it in half. They also took all my money at Gringotts, and the key to my vault."
"Oh, I can think of many ways you could pay me back Potter..." Malfoy licked his lips.
//The nerve of him! If only I had my wand. I can't believe I'm going to spend what's possibly the last month of my life around HIM.//
"But you can start by going out to dinner with me tonight."
Harry choked on oxygen.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, when I made that deal to get you out of prison, I had to pull a few strings here and there. I had to agree that I'd keep you under my care for the month before the trail and that you would be solely my responsibility."
"Does that mean..."
"Yes." Malfoy gave him a stony look. "You'll be staying with me. And if you know what's best for you, you will a) not touch ANY of the Ming vases in the study and b) not run away."
"What if I do?"
"What, break a vase!? You impoverished pitiful orphan! Do you know how much-"
"No! What if I run away?"
"Then the whole of the ministry will be after you. Upon being caught you'll be executed the next day without trail. Oh do behave Potter, it can't be that hard can it?"
"Hang on, why would you care what Seamus was saying about me anyway?" Harry asked, realisation suddenly dawning about what Malfoy had said before.
"The exact same reason I'm asking you out to dinner, Potter...you fascinate me."
//If he says anything remotely scathing right now it would serve me right. But I'll do serious bodily harm to him for mocking me first. Then I'll feel ashamed.//
//I fascinate him? I...I fascinate him?!//
"And a Malfoy doesn't appreciate when someone else talks dirty about what's HIS."
"I'm not YOURS Malfoy!"
"As of now you are...you're in debt to me, and if I don't come up with any other form of payment then you're mine." A smug, smarmy look crossed Malfoy's face and Harry had the sudden urge to smack him.
//Anything to touch that pale glossy sk - I'm going insane.//
"You are SO fucking annoying!" Harry gritted his teeth.
"I know...but you will be coming with me tonight, right? I've made reservations for two at the Hotel De Verde and -"
"Why dinner? Why are you doing all of this" Harry cut in.
"All of what?"
"This." Harry gestured wildly with his hands, almost knocking a stack of papers off the desk. "You seem to have planned out my life for the next four weeks. But why...and what then?"
"There's the chance I might lose the case. I mean, it's no loss to me of course." Malfoy grinned nastily. "But at least this way, if we lose and you get, you know," Malfoy made a slicing motion across his throat. "You can go out with a bang!"
An awkward silence fell over the pair.
//Ah, screw it. Wait! No! Shit!//
Malfoy was never one for words anyway.
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