No HBP spoilers will be in this story. No worries if you haven't read it yet!
"Malfoy?" Harry whispered shocked. The blonde's head snapped up and he looked towards the door, it swung shut with a dark haired man walking quickly away.
"Patrick, did you see who that was?" Draco asked the man behind the counter jerking his head in the direction of the door.
"Just some gorgeously toned blacked haired stud." Draco laughed at how gay the owner of the bookstore showed himself. "Seemed to recognize you though."
"Yes, I noticed." Draco said peering out of the shops windows.
"But if he knew you surly he would walk in and flounce himself around a bit before walking away dejectedly. After all that's what all of your other would be lovers do."
"Not everyone who comes in here is for me." Draco laughed. Patrick looked stricken.
"And I let you wither away on my couch to help get business and you say that's not the case? Then be gone with you!"
"All right, I'm late for work anyway."
"Yes, your oh so important job, yet no one knows what you do."
"Well then they must know me well enough, or what I do would become more obvious." Draco winked at Patrick suggestively before standing and stretching, sitting around drinking tea for hours while reading was never a big muscle user.
"I can't believe you lovely. From what I know you have never taken a lover and have had maybe three fucks? No, sex would never be your job. Finding it for others though…? Am I getting close?" Draco waved back at him from the doorway laughing outrageously before slipping from view. "What a pity. That man is defiantly depriving the gay population of one of its best." Patrick moved from behind the counter and took the book Draco had left casually thrown down on his table and stuffed it back into its place on the selves. "Bloody well couldn't hurt him to learn to clean up after himself though." The bell to his shop jingled, Patrick quickly tossed Draco's discarded cup into the trash and noticed something sticking out of the couch Draco had been sitting on. Patrick picked it up and flipped it open. Draco had forgotten his wallet. He put it behind the counter and turned to see who had arrived. His next regular wasn't due for another twenty minutes.
"Excuse me? Are you the owner here?" standing in his doorway was a god. It had to be. Patrick decided. No one else looked that good. "Hello?" the man ran his fingers through his dark messy hair confused. His bright green eyes looked up at Patrick for a moment before he shrugged and started to look around. Patrick moved behind the counter and sat on the stool placed there simply for these sorts of things, drooling over the customers, which Patrick partook in probably more then should be allowed. But it was his shop and he would run it as he pleased. The green-eyed beauty walked to where Draco had been sitting earlier and ran his fingers lightly over the couch.
"I wonder what he was doing here." Harry mumbled so quietly that Patrick almost didn't catch it. Which he was probably going for. To bad he was under surveillance for the time being. This must have been the one to recognize Draco and rush out. Interesting.
"Do you need help with anything?" Patrick finally asked.
Harry looked over at him, "so you do speak." Harry turned to face him a smiled slightly, "I'm just looking."
"Let me know if you need anything."
"Sure thing." Harry browsed for a while still, Patrick discreetly watching him from behind the book he was 'reading'. Harry pulled down a book and turned it over to read the back. He made a face and put it back. He looked over at Patrick nervously and back to the bookcases. Harry squared his shoulders and turned fully to Patrick walking to him.
"Need something?" Patrick asked putting his book down.
"Yeah, I was wondering, before I came in here was Draco Malfoy here?"
"Depends on who's asking." Patrick said a huge smile on his face. Harry hesitated but seemed to decide it was safe enough.
"Harry Potter." He mumbled.
"Oh, are you really?" Patrick asked curiously. Harry looked at him nervously discreetly getting his wand into place to obliviate the man if it came to that. "Yes I can see that now. I have heard all about you Harry Potter." Patrick informed him walking out from behind the desk and wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. Patrick felt Harry tense, "Draco has mentioned you a few times. I have to say though you're much more devastating then he described you as."
"What?" Harry asked confused moving out of Patrick's hold and standing away facing him.
"Oh yes. A few weeks ago he was in here bitching up a storm about Harry Potter getting married to some girl. Never seen him so testy."
"Why did he care?"
"Well from how he was going on about it I would have said he was jealous."
"What? But Draco never could have liked…" Harry shuddered, "there are even more out there."
"Honey, there are probably millions that would have been mad with you married to her, whoever she is." Patrick confirmed.
"But Malfoy. I never would have seen it."
"From what he said you were never on good terms. There are many things people who we know and like don't know about us."
"Right, well thanks er..."
"Patrick." Harry nodded,
"Does Malfoy come here often?" Harry asked curious.
"That boy is here way to much. He needs to find someone and bother them rather then me all day." The bell over the door rang,
"Patrick save me, I'm going to die!" the man said dramatically falling into the couch. He was wearing a perfectly pressed business suit and dropped his briefcase next to the couch. He had sandy brown hair and brown eyes hidden behind closed lids.
"Don't mind Trevor, he's a bit over the top."
"Who's this?" Trevor asked wide-awake again and looking Harry over in a way he wasn't sure he was okay with.
"Harry." Patrick informed. "He's here questioning me about the blonde bombshell known as Draco Malfoy."
"Oh, don't bother with him he never gives anyone the time of day. I'd be happy to help you with whatever you need though." Trevor said suggestively.
"What?" Harry asked confused out of his mind. Patrick plucked a coffee down in front of Trevor.
"My hero!" Trevor exclaimed pulling Patrick down and kissing him soundly.
"Trevor I have told you many I times not to do that." Patrick said walking back to the coffee machine and getting some for himself.
"You don't mean it though." Harry backed up looking completely freaked out.
"Are you alright there beautiful?" Trevor asked concerned.
"No, I think I need to sit down." Harry mumbled sliding down the bookcase he had run into and sitting on the floor.
"What's wrong?" Patrick asked concerned moving towards him. The bell rang above the door and Patrick turned to see Draco walking back in grumbling.
"Draco what are you doing back?" Patrick asked.
"I lost my wallet here." He said annoyed. "Move Trevor, I need to look where you're sitting."
"Of course sweetie, a kiss to grant you access." Trevor grinned up at Draco.
"I won't kiss you." Harry breathed a sigh of relief; maybe this place wasn't what he thought. "Last time you shoved your tongue into my mouth." Harry groaned loudly banging his head into the bookcase, which in hindsight seemed like a terrible idea because now Draco knew someone else was here and he had a headache forming.
"Who else is here Patrick?" Draco asked moving though the shop and seeing a man huddled on the floor his eyes squeezed closed. Draco bent down, "Are you alright?" he asked running his fingers through Harry's hair and tilting his head to face upward. Harry jerked away and stood up quickly.
"I'm fine." He mumbled.
"To true, and I'm stunning according to many. Draco Malfoy." He said cheekily shoving hi hand out to Harry. Harry hesitated but took it.
"Good to meet you." He rushed before sprinting out of the store.
"Well he didn't seem to happy to see you." Patrick commented.
"Why would he be?" Draco asked turning to Patrick confused.
"Well that was you're friend Harry Potter. He was questioning me about you since after you left till Trevor got here."
"That was Potter?" Draco asked amazed.
"Yeah," Draco sprinted out of the door after the other man. "Hum. Well he still doesn't have his wallet." Patrick commented taking it off the counter and hiding it back in the selves beneath it.
"Interesting pair." Trevor said.
"Too true."
"It seemed as though Draco might actually be interested in him. That ever happened before?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
Harry ran across the street and into an alley. He stood catching his breath leaning into a wall, eyes closed resting his head against it.
"Potter, what the hell are you doing here?" Draco's voice caused Harry to stiffen. Slowly he turned around and sure enough Draco Malfoy was standing in the alleyway with him.
"What the hell was that?" Harry asked shocked still.
"That Potter was my favorite bookstore. Which it makes no sense for you to be frequenting, as I'm almost certain, with you marrying Granger and all, that you're not gay."
"That's what I thought." Harry mumbled banging his head back again the wall.
"Why are you here Potter? Shouldn't you be out with the Mrs.?" Harry laughed coldly and turned back to Draco.
"Do you really want to know Malfoy?" Harry asked. Draco looked at Harry for a second to gage weather he was actually asking and finally nodded.
"Why not."
"All right, come with me." Harry grabbed Draco's arm and apparated the two of them away.
A/N: this is allI have already written. chapters will take longer to get out, sorry. If I get a really good response I'll try and be quicker. If any of you follow my other stories: DS should have a new chapter soon. I'm working on it.
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