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 movie plot. But I am responsible for a lot of other meaningless stuff in it.

Note: This is for Driven To Insanity, who wouldn't stop bugging me till I finally posted the chapter.

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Chapter 7

Operation: Shop till you drop

"Headmaster, I found them together last night," a cool voice said from the fireplace in Dumbledore's quarters.

"What were they doing?" he asked with his fingers steepled together in thought.

"Uh...well...they were quite intimate," the smoothly cultured voice replied.

"Does Malfoy care for this boy?" Dumbledore questioned sharply.

"I would say so, sir."

"Then keep a lookout posted, I want to know every move this boy makes, and if he can be used," Dumbledore said, his eyes locking into that of the others.

"Of course, sir."

"We shall approach him when the time is right, and perhaps he will be of great use to us."

"Yes, Headmaster. Whatever you wish."

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Sudden sunlight blindingly entered the room, and Harry groaned, flipping the pillow over his head.

"Wake up, darling," Draco said, smoothing his hand along the silky skin of Harry's back.

"I don't wanna," he mumbled, his eyes squinting together tightly.

Draco flipped the down filled cream pillow off of Harry's delightfully mussed head, his fingers slipping through the silky darkness. Fearing Harry was about to slip back into the world of unconsciousness, he stopped brushing his fingers through Harry's hair and casually flipped the boy over onto his back.

"Argh," Harry yelped in surprise, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"Come on Harry, wake up for a moment." Draco said softly, leaning down to lick Harry's collarbone.

"No," Harry pouted.

"Well, here, I want you to take this, and if anyone gives you trouble using it, tell them to contact me," Draco instructed, slipping the plastic credit card into Harry's numb fingers.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Harry asked, his head still filled with wonderful thoughts of sleep.

"Why shop of course. You know, I'm surprised you only bought one suit yesterday," Draco commented.

"It just wasn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be," Harry murmured, looking away from Draco's captivating silver eyes.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"Because they were mean to me," he mumbled.

"Mean to you?" Draco asked, shocked.

"I went into a store and they refused to help me," Harry sniffled, still hurt by the condescending stares of the workers at the store.

Draco was silent for a moment before getting up and reaching for the phone next to the bed.

"Mary...this is Mr. Malfoy...please tell Pettigrew I will be in the office later." With no other words, he hung up the phone and lifted Harry into his arms, leading the way to the shower.

"What are you doing Draco?" Harry purred, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.

"Taking a shower, and then going shopping of course," Draco stated, as if it were obvious. Which it had been.

"Oh...well, that's nice."

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They stepped out of the dark limousine into the bright sunlight, Harry hesitantly tugging down the white cut-off shirt revealing a bit of his tan washboard stomach. He rubbed his damp palms over his tight jeans, trying to remain calm but barely suppressing the urge to flee.

"It's okay, calm down Harry," Draco instructed with an amused grin.

Harry nodded obediently.

"And get rid of your gum," Draco insisted.

Harry obligingly spit out his gum onto the sidewalk. He blushed after he noticed the disgusted stares he attracted.

"I can't believe you just did that," Draco said with a disbelieving laugh, holding the glass door open for Harry to enter. Harry just shrugged and smiled.

As they entered, a slightly bald man walked towards them, his suit cleanly pressed and of costly caliber, his shoes shined, and his tie firmly in place. "Hello, my name is Tom Jones. What can I help you gentlemen with today?" he asked exuberantly, his sharp eyes taking in the outrageously expensive suit the man was wearing and the wallet in his hand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, and we are here to find a brand new wardrobe for my friend here," Draco began, his arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders.

"Well, I think we can do that," the man replied, smiling.

"Do you think you have anything as beautiful Harry?" Draco asked with a small smile as Harry blushed faintly.

"Yes, of course..." Tom stumbled to a halt. "I mean, no!" he blushed slightly at the eyebrow the blonde haired man raised. "What I mean is, we have things that will be as beautiful as he wants them to be, that is the answer," he answered, trying to save the sale.

"Of course," Draco purred. "Well, we will be spending an obscene amount of money in here, and I want the best treatment possible," he commanded, his hand stroking the soft skin of Harry's shoulder blade.

"Mary, Nina, Louise! Come, we must find some suitable clothes for Mr. Harry here," Tom cried out, money signs flashing in his dark eyes.

As Harry was led to the couch, numerous shirts, pants, and socks thrown in his direction, Draco returned to the phone, watching with amused eyes as Harry was shown a comfort he had never known before – people actually bowing in humbleness before him.

"So, when you say obscene, are we talking about a dirty obscene or a really offensive obscene?" Tom asked with a winning smile behind Draco's large form.

"I'd say really offensive," he replied absently.

"Oh, I like this guy," he said with a laugh, turning away to frolic back towards Harry, who was trying on a nice red fedora.

As Harry picked out the clothes he enjoyed, he held it up for Draco's inspection, who gave either a faint nod or a grimace to show his like or dislike. Harry twirled and pirouetted in front of the admiring silver gaze before Draco sadly had to leave the enjoyable adventure.

"Now, Mr. Jones, he is allowed to buy anything he wants. There is a 25,000 cap on this card, if Harry goes over the limit, call me and I will revert you to another account. Is that acceptable?"

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy! That is absolutely terrific," Tom cried. He seemed to be having an enjoyable heart attack as he was speaking, shivers wracking his body.

"I believe some major sucking up is in order," Draco also said softly, his eyes on the grinning face of his lover.

"Okay then...well, when I first saw you, I knew you were a force to be reckoned with-" he started before Draco cut him off.

"No, not me, Mr. Jones. Him," he punctuated.

"Oh...right then..." he trailed off before whirling away. "So, ladies and gents, how is everything coming along?"

"Perfectly!" Harry cried, laughing as he pointed to another shirt he liked.

Draco walked towards him after he finished up his latest phone call, and leaned down towards his ear as the ladies helping him gave him some room.

"Harry, I have to go to the office now. I want you to enjoy yourself, darling," he murmured into Harry's ear, eliciting shivers of delight.

"You sure you don't want to stay? The undergarments are next," he said with a salacious grin, teasing the blonde curls at the base of Draco's neck.

"Tonight, you can model for me darling," he whispered, his voice low and throbbing.

"Okay Draco. Tonight then," Harry replied, his eyes promising untold delights. He doubted Draco even noticed the endearments he had used; Harry could feel his heart warming.

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Harry continued on with his shopping, pleasantly surprised at the extra amount of care he was being given. Tom ordered pizza and gave him flutes of champagne while a young man knelt at his feet, different pairs of shoes adorning the new socks he had purchased.

He noticed the tie the boy was wearing, a light peach color with stars and swirls mixing pleasantly. "Ohh, that tie," he said, directing the two men's attention to it. "Draco would love that tie," he said, smiling.

"The tie, the tie...give him the tie," Tom instructed the boy eagerly.

"He would just die if he saw this," Harry said, grinning wildly as he wrapped the silk between the fingers.

"Well, anything for Mr. Malfoy," Tom said, amused at the eager expression on Harry's face.

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Harry finally left the store hours later that afternoon, outfitted in a new white suit with gleaming white shoes to accompany the outfit, his smile blinding. His arms were weighted down with a few various hatboxes and suit bags.

While he was walking down the center of the sidewalk, whistling a jaunty tune, he noticed the store he had tried to purchase a suit from last night. He walked inside, grinning from ear to ear. He strode directly past one of the newer workers to one of the men that had worked there the day before.

"Hi, I believe I met you yesterday," Harry began, circling the man who looked a bit dazed and confused.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, I don't believe so," the man replied, his eyebrows drawn together in dismay.

"No, I remember. I came in here yesterday looking for a suit, and you refused to help me," he reminded the man softly.

The man gaped at the change that had taken place – not to mention the numerous bags that filled the boy's hands, and the hands of a carrier behind him. He could feel an unemployment axe aiming directly at his neck.

"You work on commission right?" Harry asked the shell shocked man.

"Yes..." the man said quietly.

"That was a big mistake," Harry gloated gleefully, before turning towards the shop exit. "I'm sorry; I must be on my way now. I have some more shopping to do," and with that left the shop in a flurry of activity.

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When he entered the hotel later that evening, he smiled charmingly at the manager, Mr. Lockhart, who looked pleased to see such a drastic change have occurred. He pretended not to notice the admiring stares, instead smiling inwardly and gazed straight ahead.

Draco would be so proud of me, Harry thought, before stepping into the open elevator. He smiled delightfully at the gaping elevator worker.

Entering the Penthouse, he tipped the man who had deigned to carry many of his purchases, and flopped down on the couch in exhaustion. It's hard work looking this good.

He was so pleased with his shopping excursion; he thought he would order dinner that night for Draco...and show off his new tie.

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A/N: I know it's not as long as the other chapters, but I promise I'll make it up in the next chapter...besides...more sex in Ch. 8 coming up!