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A/N Ok, I'm confused. Really, really confused. To straighten this out I have decided only to update once a week. On a Saturday. I had three chapters already written (this is the last/) and I have lost the place of the story. I still got many ideas, I just don't know where the chapter finishes. Well I do know, but you get the point. Anyway, I will be working on the next chapter every week Tuesday 9:30 – 10:45 and Thursday 9:30 to 10:05 and 12:45 – 13: 50 (I have Greek then) and I will be helping a friend of mine with hers! Wish me luck and feast yourselves on this lovely chapter.

PS. I have to be working on my Edgar Allan Poe paper this week, it's is due in two weeks ago. I got an extension till Thursday, so please hold your thumbs for me, it accounts for 10 percent of my final grade!

Dedication: Brattychick1771 for forgiving me, for beating Draco up. I really needed that, thanks!!!!!

Chapter Ten

The One where Harry is pissed OFF!

            Harry walked into his hotel room, practically fuming from his nostrils. He was seriously pissed. Pissed at Malfoy for just existing. Pissed at Ginny for not showing up. He knew it was unfair; he did leave as soon as he came, so he couldn't really blame her, but hell, he was late to begin with!

            Harry looked at the double bed; he and Cho had been sharing. No, they didn't sleep together, much to Cho's disappointment. They had alternative nights on the bed, and tonight it was Harry's turn. Removing all but his boxers, and white shirt, he climbed into the bed, under the covers where he could think.

            He kept thinking back to what had happened the past few hours. He screwed up on the surveillance because he kept thinking of Ginny, which made Cho angry and stomp of to report him (what a great partner, Harry thought). Then he went to diner to see said object of distraction, only to come face to face with his archenemy, Draco himself. What really struck Harry as odd, was the Draco seemed to be expecting him. But he was looking for Gin….

            In an instant Harry was out of bed, and reached for his wand.

            "Lumus."

            Harry took out a three pieces of parchments out. It was Ginny's last letter to him, on New Year's Eve, 1999, and the two latest letters she had 'alledgedly' sent to him. He scanned the letters, trying to match the two most recent letters with the old one. Most of it was in the same flowing script, the Harry knew Ginny wrote in. He nearly finished the letter, when he spotted something on the two nearer ones. He went back to the beginning and re – checked them. Sure enough there it was.

            In the two most recent letters, all the –s were longer, more curly and snake-ish. Ginny didn't write like that. Her –s were different. A slanted line, followed by a round loop (a/n that is how my –s is. My best friend think it is cute. *beams with pride *). There was only one person that Harry knew wrote his –s like that. Harry snarled his name.

            "Draco."

            Harry felt anger boil up inside him. He could the bouncing ferret do that to him? Be so cruel and set Harry's hopes up? It was typical of Draco Harry thought. The evil, son of a bitch. Harry growled. Suddenly an image of Draco's face earlier this evening appeared before him. Draco was pleading for him to listen to what he has to say, but not with arrogance as he used to in Hogwarts, but rather with a look of sadness. Harry shrugged. It must have been his imagination. Unless….

            "I know something that might interest you." Draco's words echoed in his mind. It was beginning to really irratate him.

            What if… Harry's mind began making odd senarios. Maybe, he knows were she is. That is why he sent for those owls. But then again where did he get the letters from? And then how did he manage to tie them to Hedwig? She knows how much I hate him. All these questions ran through Harry's raging mind. So much in fact that he didn't hear the room door open and close again.

            His mind continued, running down scripts. Maybe, no, don't think it. Maybe they are together, and so he sort of found them. No. But it is still a possibility. Nonetheless Harry cursed himself for leaving Draco. He could have sent him to Ginny. And Harry needed that.

            Suddenly, a pair of lips were on the crook of his neck, kissing him softly. Emotions started to flow through him. He may have never made love to Ginny, but he had with someone else, and for over four years he hasn't done anything. This kiss was waking feelings inside of him that he thought long dead. He moaned as Cho started to kiss up his neck.

            Her hands traveled to his well chiseled chest feeling  his muscles ripple under her touch. She continued to plant kissed along his jaw line, her hands traveling more south by the minute, her other hand, removing his shirt. Before Harry could stop himself, he whispered a name.

            "Oh Ginny."

            Cho stopped. Had she heard him right? Did he just whispered Ginny? The asshole! She let go of him, and stared in disbelief. Yet she shook her head, and cleared her mind, focusing on her task at hand. She leant closer, carefully pressing her exposed breasts against the skin of Harry's back.

            "I didn't report you, you know?" she whispered in his ear.

            Suddenly Harry opened his eyes that he closed with pleasure. He got off form the bed, leaving a bewildered Cho. He looked at her with rage, disgust, and annoyance. He just stood there. A split second later he gathered his clothes, put them on. And walked to the door.

            "Wait, where are you going?" Cho asked.

            "Leaving. I can't do this anymore" he said as he opened the door. Several maids were standing in the corridor.

            "So what, your just leaving?" Cho yelled.

            "Yeah, that's exactly what I am going to do." Harry replied coolly.

            "But you can't. You just …."

            "Listen Cho," Harry began nicely. "I can and I will. I don't need you, and what you just did is unacceptable. You can sleep you way through at the office," several maids gasped, "but it wont work with me."

            "But Harry…"

            "Cho, it's over." Harry said, before walking off.

            "Harry!" Cho shrieked and stood by the door frame, crying her eyes out. Her make up running down her face. The maids went over to her and helped her back into her room, but not before shooting daggers at Harry as he waited for the elevator.

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            It was raining, and thunder clashed above. Harry was standing in a public telephone booth, trying to have a conversation with a hyperventilating Mike.

            "Mike, just listen."

            "No Harry you listen. You cant just decide you don't want to be part of the mission anymore."

            "It's not that. I just don't want Cho as my partner."

            "It's not like you are going to sleep with her."

            "She already tried that."

            "Besides she isn't… what?"

            "She already tried to get my into bed tonight, Mike. That's why I left."

            "Oh, Harry I am sorry."

            "Tis, OK."

            "Sorry man, I'll have a word with her, when she comes back."

            Sure you will, you dirty old geezer, Harry thought, and she will get a lot more than a few words from you wont she?

            "Mike, I need a favor."

            "Yeah sure anything."

            "I need to know where a certain Draco Malfoy lives."

            "The Draco Malfoy?"

            "Is there any other?" Harry added with a grin.

            "You mean, the Draco Malfoy, the gay pimp?"

            "What? No!" Harry scowled, "Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy, went to Hogwarts with me. Slytherin?"

            "Oh" Mike said as if a light had gone on. "The gay pimp?"

            Egh! Harry growled, thankfully the thunder and the long distance call masked it.

            "Listen, just give me whatever address you have."

            "Ok," Mike said. The ruffling of some paper was heard. "21015 Saint Antonio Boulevard, Los Angeles, California."

            "Thanks." Harry said, as he scribbled down the address. He sighed.

            "Hey Harry?"

            "Yeah?"

            "Did you get a lead on the Senator Kelly case?"

            "Perhaps."

            "Ok, I will get to you as soon as I have more information."

            Harry put the phone down and began walking. He needed to get to Draco, he needed to know if he know's anything about Ginny. As he waited for a bus that would take him to L.A from San Francisco, he started to think. What is this about Draco being gay, and a pimp? Before he got an answer a large bus pulled over and it's door slid open. He slid into a seat as the bus began moving again. Soon the passed a sign. It Read.

            Los Angeles

            150 miles.

 Harry closed his eyes. This was going to be a long ride.

PS. I don't really now how far LA is if its more well then tough, if it less, oh well, I tried. Anyway, I need to know is the story going to slow? If it is I'll have to speed things up, but I don't want to rush things, cause then I leave gapping holes in everything. See? Yeah ok, anyway, it's probably going to take Harry a few days to reach LA and Find Draco's house. NOTE I said HOUSE! I'll leave it at that so you can wonder, as the next chapter, Draco is found by Ginny. Hehe, what is she going to say. And the chapter after that (I am just being truly mean here aint I?) A little secret is going to come out that is going to ruin Ginny's chance of……………………..

Oops!

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Duke20104: I have been insane since I was born!!! Yep, you were almost right, Harry

nearly hexed Malfoy's balls off. Hehe!!! Thanks for the review.

Duke20104: You reviewed twice (snickers) you are insane aren't you? (giggles)

Penny Shirley: I liked this chapter two. It was hard writing the emotions, yeah it was. (nods head).  Neither did I, I nearly cried when I wrote it, but like 5 people asked when is he going to get beaten up! Well there they have it, and he was such a nice guy. I am glad I feel special too! Do you feel special? ;)

Eric2: Aw, shucks. (blushes) stop it. No don't really. Thank you for the compliment. It's just when I write I pour my heart and soul into it. I literary force myself to feel what the characters are feeling so I can put it into words, of course most of the time I get so overwhelmed I cant think straight never mind right, but anyhow! What you are waiting for isn't going to happen for a few more chappies (please don't get made!) but it will happen. Believe it or not Harry and Draco will have lunch together, but not all will be revealed. It will be revealed in a rather disturbing manner. Really look out for it!

Crucia: Hey, long time no read! Great you are all tanned, and I am shivering to the bone cause it's so bloody cold here! And for those of you who have been to Cyprus in the summer, yes it can become bloody cold here! Actaully I live on a tiny little island in the med sea, that now official belongs to Europe. Oh great! Not really the fag only appeared after Harry walked off, but he did bash Draco up pretty bad. What do you call that anyway? Lover's quarrel? Anyhow, Lily and James story up yet, waiting for LeatitiaVia's opinion. Yeah I value her opinion, even though she thinks I am just obsessed with her chest! God where would she get that idea, guys you know how it is, feel sorry for me! (Sammie if you are reading this, I am really sorry I didn't mean any of that, well except the part that I value your opinion, I really do!!!!) God am I in for it now! Better go prepare myself!

Harsh: Hello, and welcome to my wonderful world of Call Girl! SO glad you like it. Truth be told I was skeptical about this, but hey over 70 reviews till now. It's got to mean I am doing something right! It's not empty, in fact it has made my day! Think it does have a good plot. I got inspired by real life for this fic, as well as by my mentor Jackie Collins and movies such as Pretty Woman which my mother forced me to watch last week for the 183rd time (believe me I am counting). No I am not British, how did you know? I am a South African, living in Cyprus going to American Academy, using the British Curriclium and speak with an American Irish accent. I have never been to America or Ireland, and I have no idea where I picked it up. Anyway what gave me away? 

Brattychick1771: Thanks, I tried. About my maths final (my teacher told my mum, his fellow colleaugue, god that sucks) that I was one of the few that passed the 50 percent mark. WOW. And it was an extra hard test! Wow! Yeah true, the person I sit next to (Masha) keeps telling me what is the point of graphs and vectors and functions when she is cleaning the toilets at Four Seasons (Hotel!). Hehe, she is a bit weird (she gets offended if you call her normal, to her it like worst than MudBlood!). I am so grateful that you forgive me, I felt so bad doing it to him! Thanks for the review, and don't stress over homework, I know I don't.