Title: Pretty Man (Walking down the Street)
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and never will be mine. I am only borrowing them from JK Rowlings. A lot of the plot is from Pretty Woman as well, with added scenes and dialogue from myself to fit a Harry Potter slash fic.
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Chapter 4
The Deal
When Harry woke the next morning he was alone in the satin covered bed, naked except for a sheet, and wonderfully achy. Ahhh, what a night. I think I'll just stay here forever. He rolled around decadently on the sheets, loving the feel of satin on the various whisker burns Draco had given him last night.
But reality intruded soon enough, and the rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he had missed dinner last night, and it was craving some sort of substance. He grinned slyly as he thought, Well a certain kind of sustenance...I doubt the stuff last night counts.
Getting up languidly, he stretched, unaware of the admiring gray eyes from the bedroom door. Still oblivious, he strolled into the bathroom, unashamedly naked, and let out a startled shriek at his reflection of smeared makeup.
Laughing amusedly, Draco walked back to the head of the table and opened his Muggle newspaper. Really, he thought, would these Muggles ever learn to get along? He blatantly ignored the fact that the wizarding world was going through the same changes.
When Harry finally emerged from the restroom, his face was washed clean but his hair was still unruly, and clothed in a robe the room provided. He was a little shy about being around Draco after such a night of abandoned passion, but carefully hid it behind his 'morning after' mask. He was ready to dart to the bedroom and grab his things if he needed to make a quick escape.
As it was, Draco was sitting at the table, sipping tea and ignoring the silver protected plates.
"Hullo," Harry said shyly, standing indecisively behind Draco's chair. He didn't even turn to look at Harry, but instead gestured towards to table.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered a bit of everything. Help yourself," Draco said, not looking up from the newspaper.
Still a little unsure, Harry gasped at the amount of plate-ware containing food spread on the table. He began lifting the different covers, noting the scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and kippers on the table.
"Yum," he said wondering where to begin. He looked questioningly at Draco, and blushed at the smile twitching the corners of a rather impenetrable face.
"Don't you want something?" Harry asked, deciding to settle for a pancake to start off with. He walked over to settle his rump on the table next to Draco's tea, but Draco's pointed glance at a chair made him slip into the chair next to him. "Oops," he said with a chuckle.
"I don't eat much in the morning," Draco replied, staring unseeing at the newspaper's small print. He couldn't get the image of the sleepy Harry out of his mind, and it took all of his willpower not to attack him even now. What is happening to me? Draco wondered, a tiny part of him worried at the new feelings.
"Ah, ok." Harry said nothing after that for a while, content on eating. He finally spoke up when he noticed the little stick next to Draco's hand on the table.
"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing, while a little egg slipped out of his mouth. He flamed red at the inelegant tumble of scrambled egg.
Draco laughed aloud, but hastily covered it up when he noticed the embarrassed tears in Harry's green eyes. He didn't want to make him cry – he had no experience with crying hookers. Besides, he knew Harry wouldn't believe him when he said he wasn't laughing at him, but rather at the innocence he portrayed in his actions.
"It's a wand."
"As in a magic wand?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes."
"So you can do magic?" he asked after pondering that point for a moment.
"Yes."
"Can you show me?" he questioned hesitantly after another silence.
"Yes."
With that said, Draco grabbed his wand and transfigured the chair underneath Harry into a sofa, Harry's milk into coffee, and the egg into toast.
"Whoa!" Harry cried, giggling. "That's brilliant!"
Draco smiled at Harry's awe, and said, "It's only the beginning of the power I wield."
Harry suddenly looked scared for a moment. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"
Draco looked at him, confused. "Why would I do that?"
"Because in my experience, when a man has power, he likes to use it for pain," Harry said, standing to back away slowly.
Draco got up from his chair, still holding the wand, and quickly, before Harry could react, pulled him into his arms. "I won't hurt you," he whispered into Harry's ear, breath puffing lightly against the rim.
Harry was silent for a moment, but nuzzled his head into Draco's collar as a reply.
With his wand, Draco held the wand to Harry's temple and heard his sigh as a wave of pleasure surged through his body. I promise not to hurt you.
After a moment passed and Harry was pleasantly relaxed, they both returned to the table to finish their meal.
"I can tell you're British from your accent, so why are you in L.A?" Harry asked, interested to know why such a handsome man would willingly leave the wonders of the UK behind.
"I've been here for a few months on business. But I have a feeling my stay will be ending shortly," Draco said with a self-satisfied smile.
"Human or wizard business?" Harry asked, a piece of bacon disappearing into his mouth.
Briefly distracted by the luscious mouth and dreams of how it had been used on him last night, he was only returned to reality when Harry asked the question again with a raised eyebrow.
"Both," he said shortly, not wanting to give away anything that could be used against him at a later time.
"Ah," was all Harry said and he dropped the subject. "Well may I use your bathtub for a little while before I go?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure, it's no problem. I don't have to leave yet anyways, I have some phone calls to make first." Draco shrugged and turned away. With a wave of his wand, he sent the dishes back to the kitchen area, and the bill to the front desk. Harry's jaw had dropped at the sudden emptiness of the table, but finally just shook his head and left for the bathroom.
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It was fifteen minutes later that a shrill voice singing horribly interrupted Draco's tirade to Pettigrew on the phone. Suddenly smiling slightly – as he had been frowning before - he moved to the bathroom door amid Pettigrew's questions.
"Who is that? What's going on? Who is doing that awful singing?"
"It's just the maid," Draco replied absently, watching Harry splashing in the tub with a set of headphones on and singing Prince at the top of his lungs.
"I just want your extra time and your slurping noises kiss!"
"Somebody should tell the person to buy some singing lessons," Pettigrew muttered.
"Don't worry about it. Look, I'll be in later. We'll talk then," and with a final click on Pettigrew's sputtering, hung up the phone.
He stood there for a moment, watching to boy happily playing with the bubbles in his bath, and wondered when had been the last time he had gotten the same such enjoyment in something so simple. Last night... his voice whispered, before he firmly squashed it down.
"Harry!" he shouted over the noisy singing. "Harry!"
The singing stopped abruptly and Harry blushed at Draco finding him with such a horrible singing voice. He seemed to be blushing an awful lot lately, and he vowed to put a stop to embarrassing himself. "Yes Draco, what is it?"
"How would you like to stay with me for the weekend?" Draco asked softly, smoothing the bubbles from Harry's smooth cheek with his thumb.
For a moment Harry's heart stopped. He wants me to stay with him, even knowing what I do for a living? Is this my dream come true?
Draco's next sentence killed any hope that he had had remaining.
"I'll pay for your services of course. I just need a host to stay by my side for a short time while I'm in town. How does $3000 sound to you?"
"WHAT?" Harry cried, almost sinking under the water in surprise.
"I want you to attend some social functions with me while I'm in L.A. How does $3000 for your time sound? Along with a new wardrobe?"
"I...I don't know what to say," Harry said, dazed. Although he did badly need the money, he knew the dangers of staying with Draco. If he became attached, his heart would surely break into a million pieces. He didn't know if he could bear to put them back together again either.
"Yes?" Draco asked, more hopefully than he thought the situation warranted.
"Three thousand? THREE THOUSAND?" and with that said, ducked under the water giggling and snorting bubbles.
"Harry? Harry!" he cried, believing the worst. "Accio wand!" and with a wave of said wand, made the bubbles and water disappear.
Harry sputtered at the lack of water and burst into fresh giggles. "Trying to save me Draco?"
"Well, how was I to know what you were doing," Draco grumbled. "So, what about an answer to my proposition?"
"Yes, of course I'll help you Draco," Harry said softly. Then he purred low in his throat, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulders. This morning Draco was wearing a slate gray dress shirt, a black tie, and black dress pants similar to last night.
"Would you like to join me for a swim, Draco?" Harry asked, fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously.
While Draco was sincerely tempted, as Harry could tell, he pulled away and straightened his shirt, drying the various wet spots that had ensued with his wand. "Not right now Harry. Today, I'd like you to go out and buy something special for tonight. Tonight I am meeting with some business people, and I'd like for you to accompany me."
"Of course Draco. Anything in particular I should wear?"
"Something relatively conservative would do, I think," Draco said, standing up and holding a hand out to Harry to stand.
As he was sitting in an empty tub, Harry had no choice but to accept the hand, and smirked at the smoldering expression he received when Draco got a good look at his nakedness.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for a few more minutes?" Harry asked hopefully.
Without another word, Draco swept out of the room and slammed out of the hotel. Harry burst into laughter and ran into the opposite room, jumping on the bed. "Three thousand!" he kept shouting, over and over.
He noticed a wad of money on the bedside table, and rifled through it for a moment before frowning. Where the hell do I go for suitable clothing? he wondered. He smiled as he soon had an idea.
He picked up the phone and dialed out of the hotel, and it was a decidedly sleepy Seamus that answered.
"Wha...who...hello?" he finally muttered.
"Seamus! Seamus, wake up!" Harry crowed happily.
"Ma?"
"No, Seamus, it's Harry," he replied patiently.
"Harry? Harry, where are you?" Seamus asked, finally waking up and noticing his friend wasn't in his bed.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm staying in some ritzy hotel with the best offer in the world." Harry proceeded to tell him the wonderful news while Seamus groaned enviously, albeit good-naturedly.
"I'm bummed; I can't believe I let you have him. I got some loser who didn't want to pay up and Carlos had to kick his ass to get the $200 out of him. Then Carlos took $150 for his trouble."
"Well at least you got some money. I got the full $300, and I'm leaving it at the front desk for you to pick up and pay the landlord." Harry said seriously. "Now get the address, ok? Are you listening?"
"Ya, ya I'm listening. Go ahead," Seamus mumbled.
Harry rambled off the name and address of the hotel and ended up on a happy sigh.
"So, who's the guy by the way? Anyone I'd know?" Seamus asked jokingly.
"Well, I don't know if you'd know him, but his name is Draco Malfoy."
There was dead silence on the other end. "Seamus? Seamus, what's the matter?" Harry asked, concerned his friend has passed out and brained himself on the floor.
"No, no I'm ok. It's just...I never expected to hear that name." Seamus was slowly starting to panic. He'd never guessed in a million years Harry would end up anywhere near Malfoy...oh God, Dumbledore was going to kill him for sure this time.
"Why? You do know him, then?" Harry asked, interested and, if he really wanted to get down to it, a tad jealous.
"No, I mean-" Seamus stumbled for a moment. "I mean, he's the richest guy in L.A at least!" he finally managed to blurt out.
"Oh ya, well, I know that," Harry sighed, with a roll of his eyes.
There was silence for a few moments while they were each lost in thought. Harry sighed again thinking about what an eventful night they had shared together. Seamus was slowly starting to slide into a panic, but trying to hide it from Harry.
"So, where do I go to get some new duds?" Harry laughed, finally remembering the point of the phone call.
"In Beverly Hills? Rodeo Drive baby," Seamus said with a grin.
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and never will be mine. I am only borrowing them from JK Rowlings. A lot of the plot is from Pretty Woman as well, with added scenes and dialogue from myself to fit a Harry Potter slash fic.
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Chapter 4
The Deal
When Harry woke the next morning he was alone in the satin covered bed, naked except for a sheet, and wonderfully achy. Ahhh, what a night. I think I'll just stay here forever. He rolled around decadently on the sheets, loving the feel of satin on the various whisker burns Draco had given him last night.
But reality intruded soon enough, and the rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he had missed dinner last night, and it was craving some sort of substance. He grinned slyly as he thought, Well a certain kind of sustenance...I doubt the stuff last night counts.
Getting up languidly, he stretched, unaware of the admiring gray eyes from the bedroom door. Still oblivious, he strolled into the bathroom, unashamedly naked, and let out a startled shriek at his reflection of smeared makeup.
Laughing amusedly, Draco walked back to the head of the table and opened his Muggle newspaper. Really, he thought, would these Muggles ever learn to get along? He blatantly ignored the fact that the wizarding world was going through the same changes.
When Harry finally emerged from the restroom, his face was washed clean but his hair was still unruly, and clothed in a robe the room provided. He was a little shy about being around Draco after such a night of abandoned passion, but carefully hid it behind his 'morning after' mask. He was ready to dart to the bedroom and grab his things if he needed to make a quick escape.
As it was, Draco was sitting at the table, sipping tea and ignoring the silver protected plates.
"Hullo," Harry said shyly, standing indecisively behind Draco's chair. He didn't even turn to look at Harry, but instead gestured towards to table.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered a bit of everything. Help yourself," Draco said, not looking up from the newspaper.
Still a little unsure, Harry gasped at the amount of plate-ware containing food spread on the table. He began lifting the different covers, noting the scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and kippers on the table.
"Yum," he said wondering where to begin. He looked questioningly at Draco, and blushed at the smile twitching the corners of a rather impenetrable face.
"Don't you want something?" Harry asked, deciding to settle for a pancake to start off with. He walked over to settle his rump on the table next to Draco's tea, but Draco's pointed glance at a chair made him slip into the chair next to him. "Oops," he said with a chuckle.
"I don't eat much in the morning," Draco replied, staring unseeing at the newspaper's small print. He couldn't get the image of the sleepy Harry out of his mind, and it took all of his willpower not to attack him even now. What is happening to me? Draco wondered, a tiny part of him worried at the new feelings.
"Ah, ok." Harry said nothing after that for a while, content on eating. He finally spoke up when he noticed the little stick next to Draco's hand on the table.
"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing, while a little egg slipped out of his mouth. He flamed red at the inelegant tumble of scrambled egg.
Draco laughed aloud, but hastily covered it up when he noticed the embarrassed tears in Harry's green eyes. He didn't want to make him cry – he had no experience with crying hookers. Besides, he knew Harry wouldn't believe him when he said he wasn't laughing at him, but rather at the innocence he portrayed in his actions.
"It's a wand."
"As in a magic wand?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes."
"So you can do magic?" he asked after pondering that point for a moment.
"Yes."
"Can you show me?" he questioned hesitantly after another silence.
"Yes."
With that said, Draco grabbed his wand and transfigured the chair underneath Harry into a sofa, Harry's milk into coffee, and the egg into toast.
"Whoa!" Harry cried, giggling. "That's brilliant!"
Draco smiled at Harry's awe, and said, "It's only the beginning of the power I wield."
Harry suddenly looked scared for a moment. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"
Draco looked at him, confused. "Why would I do that?"
"Because in my experience, when a man has power, he likes to use it for pain," Harry said, standing to back away slowly.
Draco got up from his chair, still holding the wand, and quickly, before Harry could react, pulled him into his arms. "I won't hurt you," he whispered into Harry's ear, breath puffing lightly against the rim.
Harry was silent for a moment, but nuzzled his head into Draco's collar as a reply.
With his wand, Draco held the wand to Harry's temple and heard his sigh as a wave of pleasure surged through his body. I promise not to hurt you.
After a moment passed and Harry was pleasantly relaxed, they both returned to the table to finish their meal.
"I can tell you're British from your accent, so why are you in L.A?" Harry asked, interested to know why such a handsome man would willingly leave the wonders of the UK behind.
"I've been here for a few months on business. But I have a feeling my stay will be ending shortly," Draco said with a self-satisfied smile.
"Human or wizard business?" Harry asked, a piece of bacon disappearing into his mouth.
Briefly distracted by the luscious mouth and dreams of how it had been used on him last night, he was only returned to reality when Harry asked the question again with a raised eyebrow.
"Both," he said shortly, not wanting to give away anything that could be used against him at a later time.
"Ah," was all Harry said and he dropped the subject. "Well may I use your bathtub for a little while before I go?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure, it's no problem. I don't have to leave yet anyways, I have some phone calls to make first." Draco shrugged and turned away. With a wave of his wand, he sent the dishes back to the kitchen area, and the bill to the front desk. Harry's jaw had dropped at the sudden emptiness of the table, but finally just shook his head and left for the bathroom.
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It was fifteen minutes later that a shrill voice singing horribly interrupted Draco's tirade to Pettigrew on the phone. Suddenly smiling slightly – as he had been frowning before - he moved to the bathroom door amid Pettigrew's questions.
"Who is that? What's going on? Who is doing that awful singing?"
"It's just the maid," Draco replied absently, watching Harry splashing in the tub with a set of headphones on and singing Prince at the top of his lungs.
"I just want your extra time and your slurping noises kiss!"
"Somebody should tell the person to buy some singing lessons," Pettigrew muttered.
"Don't worry about it. Look, I'll be in later. We'll talk then," and with a final click on Pettigrew's sputtering, hung up the phone.
He stood there for a moment, watching to boy happily playing with the bubbles in his bath, and wondered when had been the last time he had gotten the same such enjoyment in something so simple. Last night... his voice whispered, before he firmly squashed it down.
"Harry!" he shouted over the noisy singing. "Harry!"
The singing stopped abruptly and Harry blushed at Draco finding him with such a horrible singing voice. He seemed to be blushing an awful lot lately, and he vowed to put a stop to embarrassing himself. "Yes Draco, what is it?"
"How would you like to stay with me for the weekend?" Draco asked softly, smoothing the bubbles from Harry's smooth cheek with his thumb.
For a moment Harry's heart stopped. He wants me to stay with him, even knowing what I do for a living? Is this my dream come true?
Draco's next sentence killed any hope that he had had remaining.
"I'll pay for your services of course. I just need a host to stay by my side for a short time while I'm in town. How does $3000 sound to you?"
"WHAT?" Harry cried, almost sinking under the water in surprise.
"I want you to attend some social functions with me while I'm in L.A. How does $3000 for your time sound? Along with a new wardrobe?"
"I...I don't know what to say," Harry said, dazed. Although he did badly need the money, he knew the dangers of staying with Draco. If he became attached, his heart would surely break into a million pieces. He didn't know if he could bear to put them back together again either.
"Yes?" Draco asked, more hopefully than he thought the situation warranted.
"Three thousand? THREE THOUSAND?" and with that said, ducked under the water giggling and snorting bubbles.
"Harry? Harry!" he cried, believing the worst. "Accio wand!" and with a wave of said wand, made the bubbles and water disappear.
Harry sputtered at the lack of water and burst into fresh giggles. "Trying to save me Draco?"
"Well, how was I to know what you were doing," Draco grumbled. "So, what about an answer to my proposition?"
"Yes, of course I'll help you Draco," Harry said softly. Then he purred low in his throat, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulders. This morning Draco was wearing a slate gray dress shirt, a black tie, and black dress pants similar to last night.
"Would you like to join me for a swim, Draco?" Harry asked, fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously.
While Draco was sincerely tempted, as Harry could tell, he pulled away and straightened his shirt, drying the various wet spots that had ensued with his wand. "Not right now Harry. Today, I'd like you to go out and buy something special for tonight. Tonight I am meeting with some business people, and I'd like for you to accompany me."
"Of course Draco. Anything in particular I should wear?"
"Something relatively conservative would do, I think," Draco said, standing up and holding a hand out to Harry to stand.
As he was sitting in an empty tub, Harry had no choice but to accept the hand, and smirked at the smoldering expression he received when Draco got a good look at his nakedness.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for a few more minutes?" Harry asked hopefully.
Without another word, Draco swept out of the room and slammed out of the hotel. Harry burst into laughter and ran into the opposite room, jumping on the bed. "Three thousand!" he kept shouting, over and over.
He noticed a wad of money on the bedside table, and rifled through it for a moment before frowning. Where the hell do I go for suitable clothing? he wondered. He smiled as he soon had an idea.
He picked up the phone and dialed out of the hotel, and it was a decidedly sleepy Seamus that answered.
"Wha...who...hello?" he finally muttered.
"Seamus! Seamus, wake up!" Harry crowed happily.
"Ma?"
"No, Seamus, it's Harry," he replied patiently.
"Harry? Harry, where are you?" Seamus asked, finally waking up and noticing his friend wasn't in his bed.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm staying in some ritzy hotel with the best offer in the world." Harry proceeded to tell him the wonderful news while Seamus groaned enviously, albeit good-naturedly.
"I'm bummed; I can't believe I let you have him. I got some loser who didn't want to pay up and Carlos had to kick his ass to get the $200 out of him. Then Carlos took $150 for his trouble."
"Well at least you got some money. I got the full $300, and I'm leaving it at the front desk for you to pick up and pay the landlord." Harry said seriously. "Now get the address, ok? Are you listening?"
"Ya, ya I'm listening. Go ahead," Seamus mumbled.
Harry rambled off the name and address of the hotel and ended up on a happy sigh.
"So, who's the guy by the way? Anyone I'd know?" Seamus asked jokingly.
"Well, I don't know if you'd know him, but his name is Draco Malfoy."
There was dead silence on the other end. "Seamus? Seamus, what's the matter?" Harry asked, concerned his friend has passed out and brained himself on the floor.
"No, no I'm ok. It's just...I never expected to hear that name." Seamus was slowly starting to panic. He'd never guessed in a million years Harry would end up anywhere near Malfoy...oh God, Dumbledore was going to kill him for sure this time.
"Why? You do know him, then?" Harry asked, interested and, if he really wanted to get down to it, a tad jealous.
"No, I mean-" Seamus stumbled for a moment. "I mean, he's the richest guy in L.A at least!" he finally managed to blurt out.
"Oh ya, well, I know that," Harry sighed, with a roll of his eyes.
There was silence for a few moments while they were each lost in thought. Harry sighed again thinking about what an eventful night they had shared together. Seamus was slowly starting to slide into a panic, but trying to hide it from Harry.
"So, where do I go to get some new duds?" Harry laughed, finally remembering the point of the phone call.
"In Beverly Hills? Rodeo Drive baby," Seamus said with a grin.