Title: Pretty Man (Walking down the Street)
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (J.K Rowling does), nor do I own any rights to the most of the ideas presented in this fan fic.
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Chapter 2
The Party
Draco Malfoy, a firewhiskey in one hand, and a wizard Spell Safe cell phone in the other, stood at the window overlooking the party below. His handsome face sneered at the petty Death Eaters' society circles located below before returning to his call. He spoke succinctly before briefly hanging up the phone, and turning his sleek blonde head, he lowered his face to look at the short, round man at his side.
"Ah, Pettigrew. How's the party?" Draco asked politely before sipping his drink slowly and surveying the crowd below.
"Wonderful as always," Pettigrew replied easily, a smirk on his round face slightly unpleasant. "You mother just arrived with her new boyfriend as well."
"How young this time?" Draco questioned cynically.
"Younger than you of course," Pettigrew replied with a short laugh.
"Of course, of course," Draco said, shrugging in indifference. "Well, I need to be leaving anyways. I have to finish up some papers on the shipyard take over, and some more phone calls to make."
"Oh but you can't leave yet!" Pettigrew stated grumpily. "The party's just begun."
"Well, if you don't want to make more money today..." Draco trailed off, raising a pale silver eyebrow in question.
Pettigrew suddenly burst into smiles. "Well of course, if work calls..."
Draco nodded shortly. Yes, I thought you might say that, you twit.
Setting his drink down on a nearby table, he treaded softly downstairs with Pettigrew fast on his heels, almost salivating at the idea of the money Malfoy would be making him with the upcoming take over.
Pansy, spotting Draco descending the stairs, made an immediate beeline for him, forcefully pushing women out of her way if they so happened to step in front of her.
"Draco!" she cried gaily, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a wet kiss to his cheek. Turning to give her a cold, slightly indignant look, she stepped back hastily before saying, "It's been ages since I've seen you."
"Yes, Ms. Parkinson, it has for a reason." Malfoy said frostily.
"You're not still fed up about my engagement are you honey? Because really-"
"Actually I couldn't be happier about your engagement, as it lets me off the hook of having to publicly reject you," Draco said silkily before turning away from her horror struck face. Without another word he glided towards the opposite adjoining room. Pettigrew snickered in amusement before following Malfoy, and sat on a couch to wait for his interview to be over.
He knocked respectfully on the door, paused, and waited until hearing the door unlock and the command to 'Enter!"
"Master," Draco said quietly, bowing at the waist before kneeling before Voldemort.
"Ah, young Draco. How are you enjoying the party?" Voldemort asked in vague amusement.
"Perfectly well," he responded, silver head still bowed before the sitting figure of his Master. Feeling a light touch of thin, cold fingers in his soft hair he raised his head slowly to smile slightly into the red, glaring eyes.
"How is the take over coming along?" Voldemort asked suddenly, forgoing the usual pleasantries.
"Very well," Draco replied, a smug smile on his face. "It will only be a matter of months, if even that, before I have Snape backed into the corner to sell. As it is, he is already becoming extremely worried."
"Good work," Voldemort purred, his hand still in Draco's hair as he knelt before him on the thick, creamy carpet. "Soon we will be powerful enough to return to Britain with no problem."
With no change in his expression, Draco thought to himself, No, I will be powerful enough. You will merely be tagging along behind.
"Yes, Master," Draco decided to answer simply.
"Are you going to stay at the party?" Voldemort questioned after a silent moment of contemplation.
"No, Master, I have other work that needs to be done, and I will be checking into the hotel after I leave. If that is permissible?"
"Yes, of course, my excellent young Malfoy. You are excused." With that said, and a wave of his hand, Voldemort turned his attention away from Draco and on the young, nubile boy sitting chained and naked at his at his feet.
Draco rose, and with a shallow boy, turned and walked out of the room, ignoring the boy's high squeal as he shut the door.
Draco nodded to Pettigrew to walk him out, and weaving his way, avoided small talk by looking slightly above the heads of his peers. Exiting the lavish apartment of Pettigrew, he nodded to the doorman to open the glass doors.
"What did the Master say?" Pettigrew questioned eagerly as the door shut behind them.
"What I already know," Draco replied shortly, looking for his black limo parked somewhere in the vicinity.
Pettigrew chuckled merrily. "Everything is going so well," he said gleefully.
"Of course, did you expect me to do any less?" Draco asked dryly.
"Oh, no, never, of course not," Pettigrew hastened to reply, almost stuttering in his nervousness.
Draco spotted his limo stuck behind a pile of parked cars, and the limo driver shrugged helplessly. "Damnit," he groaned. Then he turned to Pettigrew and demanded, "Loan me your car so I can get to the hotel."
"What?" Pettigrew said, scandalized. "Not my new baby!"
"I need it to get to the hotel, and you can have it back afterwards," he reassured, impatient.
"Well..." he hesitated, "do you know how to drive a stick shift?"
"Just give me the damn keys," Draco ordered.
Pettigrew immediately tossed to keys to him. "So you know how to use a stick?"
"Well, I can always learn."
Pettigrew paled considerably, but Draco missed it as he hopped into the car, started the purring engine, and roared off with a squeal of tires.
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"Hm, tonight is kinda slow," Harry murmured, slightly pleased at the idea of a free night, and disappointed at no income. Hooking was not a regular paying job at all.
"I know..." Seamus trailed off, blowing a kiss at a handsome passerby, and smiled flirtatiously when he glanced back to eye him appreciatively. Which turned into stunned amazement as he stopped, turned back, and ran his gaze up and down Harry's lavishly displayed figure.
"No less than one hundred," Seamus whispered, slightly envious, but willing to give Harry up to the greater cause of money making.
Harry nodded slightly to show he heard, and walked with swaying hips towards the prospective customer.
"Hey hunny, looking for a good time?" Harry purred, his jeweled fingers touching his lips in a suggestive manner.
"Depends on what it entails, and how much" the handsome dark-red haired man responded.
"Anything you want, and $100 an hour," he responded promptly.
"Ouch, sorry, don't have that kind of cash right now," the man said sorrowfully. "Hopefully another time."
"Sure, next time." Harry said softly, and walked back towards Seamus with a downtrodden expression.
"He would have been a nice one," Harry muttered to Seamus. By nice of course, he meant he wouldn't have gotten abused as much as he normally would.
"Next one can be yours," Seamus said, patting Harry's back consolingly.
At that moment a squealing of tires and a crunching of shifting filled the air as an extremely expensive car pulled next to the curb.
"Oo, here's your chance Harry," Seamus said with a smile, pushing Harry forward with a hip. "Remember, no less than one hundred, call me when you're through and I'll take care of you," and with a wink walked forward to another car that had pulled up.
Leaning down to look into the open window, Harry was shocked at the amazingly handsome blonde in the driver's seat with an amazingly confused look on his face.
"Need some help hunny?" Harry asked, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
Draco looked up at the tentative voice, and for once his composure slipped in as long a time as he could remember. Certainly not since he had started working for Voldemort. He was looking into the purest green eyes he had ever seen surrounded by deep black lashes and a mouth, he guessed (and subconsciously hoped), that had the ability to suck a man dry in ten minutes flat.
"Uh..." he stumbled slightly before regaining his mask. "I seem to be a little lost," he replied, his accent influenced by the frustration his felt.
Harry's own accent had been dulled down since moving to the United States, so that it was soothing blend of lilting British and the drawl of Americans.
"For twenty bucks I can take you anywhere you want to go." Harry replied slyly.
"Twenty bucks?! For directions?"
"Take it or leave it hunny, I'm not the one who's lost." And with that Harry turned his back to the blonde driver, exposing the soft swell of his smooth lower back.
Taking a deep breath, and exhaling on pure frustration, he nodded and replied, "Fine, get in the car."
Turning with a grin, Harry said, "Well this is your lucky day, and I can even show you celebrity houses along the way. Where are you off to?"
Draco named the hotel and street, and with a soft voice giving directions in the passenger side, they were off.
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A/N: I know everything is not like it is in the movie, but I like my own touches added to it :-). Many more chapters coming, I just want to see if anyone likes it or has anything to say. Reviews always desired!
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (J.K Rowling does), nor do I own any rights to the most of the ideas presented in this fan fic.
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Chapter 2
The Party
Draco Malfoy, a firewhiskey in one hand, and a wizard Spell Safe cell phone in the other, stood at the window overlooking the party below. His handsome face sneered at the petty Death Eaters' society circles located below before returning to his call. He spoke succinctly before briefly hanging up the phone, and turning his sleek blonde head, he lowered his face to look at the short, round man at his side.
"Ah, Pettigrew. How's the party?" Draco asked politely before sipping his drink slowly and surveying the crowd below.
"Wonderful as always," Pettigrew replied easily, a smirk on his round face slightly unpleasant. "You mother just arrived with her new boyfriend as well."
"How young this time?" Draco questioned cynically.
"Younger than you of course," Pettigrew replied with a short laugh.
"Of course, of course," Draco said, shrugging in indifference. "Well, I need to be leaving anyways. I have to finish up some papers on the shipyard take over, and some more phone calls to make."
"Oh but you can't leave yet!" Pettigrew stated grumpily. "The party's just begun."
"Well, if you don't want to make more money today..." Draco trailed off, raising a pale silver eyebrow in question.
Pettigrew suddenly burst into smiles. "Well of course, if work calls..."
Draco nodded shortly. Yes, I thought you might say that, you twit.
Setting his drink down on a nearby table, he treaded softly downstairs with Pettigrew fast on his heels, almost salivating at the idea of the money Malfoy would be making him with the upcoming take over.
Pansy, spotting Draco descending the stairs, made an immediate beeline for him, forcefully pushing women out of her way if they so happened to step in front of her.
"Draco!" she cried gaily, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a wet kiss to his cheek. Turning to give her a cold, slightly indignant look, she stepped back hastily before saying, "It's been ages since I've seen you."
"Yes, Ms. Parkinson, it has for a reason." Malfoy said frostily.
"You're not still fed up about my engagement are you honey? Because really-"
"Actually I couldn't be happier about your engagement, as it lets me off the hook of having to publicly reject you," Draco said silkily before turning away from her horror struck face. Without another word he glided towards the opposite adjoining room. Pettigrew snickered in amusement before following Malfoy, and sat on a couch to wait for his interview to be over.
He knocked respectfully on the door, paused, and waited until hearing the door unlock and the command to 'Enter!"
"Master," Draco said quietly, bowing at the waist before kneeling before Voldemort.
"Ah, young Draco. How are you enjoying the party?" Voldemort asked in vague amusement.
"Perfectly well," he responded, silver head still bowed before the sitting figure of his Master. Feeling a light touch of thin, cold fingers in his soft hair he raised his head slowly to smile slightly into the red, glaring eyes.
"How is the take over coming along?" Voldemort asked suddenly, forgoing the usual pleasantries.
"Very well," Draco replied, a smug smile on his face. "It will only be a matter of months, if even that, before I have Snape backed into the corner to sell. As it is, he is already becoming extremely worried."
"Good work," Voldemort purred, his hand still in Draco's hair as he knelt before him on the thick, creamy carpet. "Soon we will be powerful enough to return to Britain with no problem."
With no change in his expression, Draco thought to himself, No, I will be powerful enough. You will merely be tagging along behind.
"Yes, Master," Draco decided to answer simply.
"Are you going to stay at the party?" Voldemort questioned after a silent moment of contemplation.
"No, Master, I have other work that needs to be done, and I will be checking into the hotel after I leave. If that is permissible?"
"Yes, of course, my excellent young Malfoy. You are excused." With that said, and a wave of his hand, Voldemort turned his attention away from Draco and on the young, nubile boy sitting chained and naked at his at his feet.
Draco rose, and with a shallow boy, turned and walked out of the room, ignoring the boy's high squeal as he shut the door.
Draco nodded to Pettigrew to walk him out, and weaving his way, avoided small talk by looking slightly above the heads of his peers. Exiting the lavish apartment of Pettigrew, he nodded to the doorman to open the glass doors.
"What did the Master say?" Pettigrew questioned eagerly as the door shut behind them.
"What I already know," Draco replied shortly, looking for his black limo parked somewhere in the vicinity.
Pettigrew chuckled merrily. "Everything is going so well," he said gleefully.
"Of course, did you expect me to do any less?" Draco asked dryly.
"Oh, no, never, of course not," Pettigrew hastened to reply, almost stuttering in his nervousness.
Draco spotted his limo stuck behind a pile of parked cars, and the limo driver shrugged helplessly. "Damnit," he groaned. Then he turned to Pettigrew and demanded, "Loan me your car so I can get to the hotel."
"What?" Pettigrew said, scandalized. "Not my new baby!"
"I need it to get to the hotel, and you can have it back afterwards," he reassured, impatient.
"Well..." he hesitated, "do you know how to drive a stick shift?"
"Just give me the damn keys," Draco ordered.
Pettigrew immediately tossed to keys to him. "So you know how to use a stick?"
"Well, I can always learn."
Pettigrew paled considerably, but Draco missed it as he hopped into the car, started the purring engine, and roared off with a squeal of tires.
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"Hm, tonight is kinda slow," Harry murmured, slightly pleased at the idea of a free night, and disappointed at no income. Hooking was not a regular paying job at all.
"I know..." Seamus trailed off, blowing a kiss at a handsome passerby, and smiled flirtatiously when he glanced back to eye him appreciatively. Which turned into stunned amazement as he stopped, turned back, and ran his gaze up and down Harry's lavishly displayed figure.
"No less than one hundred," Seamus whispered, slightly envious, but willing to give Harry up to the greater cause of money making.
Harry nodded slightly to show he heard, and walked with swaying hips towards the prospective customer.
"Hey hunny, looking for a good time?" Harry purred, his jeweled fingers touching his lips in a suggestive manner.
"Depends on what it entails, and how much" the handsome dark-red haired man responded.
"Anything you want, and $100 an hour," he responded promptly.
"Ouch, sorry, don't have that kind of cash right now," the man said sorrowfully. "Hopefully another time."
"Sure, next time." Harry said softly, and walked back towards Seamus with a downtrodden expression.
"He would have been a nice one," Harry muttered to Seamus. By nice of course, he meant he wouldn't have gotten abused as much as he normally would.
"Next one can be yours," Seamus said, patting Harry's back consolingly.
At that moment a squealing of tires and a crunching of shifting filled the air as an extremely expensive car pulled next to the curb.
"Oo, here's your chance Harry," Seamus said with a smile, pushing Harry forward with a hip. "Remember, no less than one hundred, call me when you're through and I'll take care of you," and with a wink walked forward to another car that had pulled up.
Leaning down to look into the open window, Harry was shocked at the amazingly handsome blonde in the driver's seat with an amazingly confused look on his face.
"Need some help hunny?" Harry asked, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
Draco looked up at the tentative voice, and for once his composure slipped in as long a time as he could remember. Certainly not since he had started working for Voldemort. He was looking into the purest green eyes he had ever seen surrounded by deep black lashes and a mouth, he guessed (and subconsciously hoped), that had the ability to suck a man dry in ten minutes flat.
"Uh..." he stumbled slightly before regaining his mask. "I seem to be a little lost," he replied, his accent influenced by the frustration his felt.
Harry's own accent had been dulled down since moving to the United States, so that it was soothing blend of lilting British and the drawl of Americans.
"For twenty bucks I can take you anywhere you want to go." Harry replied slyly.
"Twenty bucks?! For directions?"
"Take it or leave it hunny, I'm not the one who's lost." And with that Harry turned his back to the blonde driver, exposing the soft swell of his smooth lower back.
Taking a deep breath, and exhaling on pure frustration, he nodded and replied, "Fine, get in the car."
Turning with a grin, Harry said, "Well this is your lucky day, and I can even show you celebrity houses along the way. Where are you off to?"
Draco named the hotel and street, and with a soft voice giving directions in the passenger side, they were off.
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A/N: I know everything is not like it is in the movie, but I like my own touches added to it :-). Many more chapters coming, I just want to see if anyone likes it or has anything to say. Reviews always desired!