A/N: And here is the second chapter, third chapter will be up by thursday next week. I hope to do justice to this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its character. In fact no one on this site does.

It's An Art
Chapter 2
By So Devious

If there was one thing Draco hated, feared, dreaded among all else, was working. Don't get him wrong, he was a naturally hard worker, all Malfoy's were. It was just that IT was there as well. With those cold blue eyes and that damning smirk, those calloused hands that hurt him so many moons ago. Those lips that would spout such crude things to him, but such wondrous praise and adoration to anyone superior.

'Ever the fucking apple-polisher.' Draco thought bitterly as he changed his clothes in the back storage room. He learned his lesson about wearing his school clothes to work, after IT came after him. He sighed as he slipped into an over-sized black t-shirt, that once belonged to his dad, paint-splattered jeans and white Chucks. Not his best outfit, hell, not even one of his favourites, but if it kept IT off his tail, then so be it.

"Dressing down again, Draco?" Tom Riddle, or IT as Draco liked to call him, sneered, that ever haughty smirk playing on his features. The blonde simply turned away from him. How dare he! "You know you look so nice in your school clothes, why do you always change?" Tom asked, trailing a hand up the blonde's denim clad thigh and leaning in closer, so that that lips were almost touching. "Don't you want anyone looking at those long, lovely legs of yours."

"Tom, stop…"Draco tried to sound confident, but it came out as a beg. Tom's eyes fluttered and a short breath escaped between slightly parted lips, breezing against Draco's trembling ones. The bastard! He was getting turned on by his fear?

"Come on, Angel. Don't be this way." In a flash, Draco pushed away from the taller young man and raced behind the counter, blushing furiously and hoping to God that Cho showed up soon. He didn't like the woman one bit, but at least he would have a witness. Tom licked his lips and leaned against the counter, leering at the poor young man. "I didn't hear you complain when-"

"Enough, Tom!"

"Umm, am I interrupting something?" Two heads snapped in the direction of the door. Draco let out a sigh of relief as his eye locked onto none other than the Greek God, himself. Mister Harry.

"No! No, you weren't. Um, is there anything I can help you with?" Draco asked, forgetting Tom presence and rushing from behind the counter to stand before Harry.

"Um, actually I was just getting a drink for my friends." God, that smile, Draco thought as he felt all the blood rush to his head. And those eyes! Mmm, and he could just fall asleep in those arms. Draco snapped out of his trance as Harry waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you alright?" the blonde nodded and fought the urge to wipe the drool from his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just…gonna…you know, go to the um, the uh...ringy-uppy thing and…yeah." Draco scurried away and stood behind the counter, avoiding Harry's gaze. He was always much smoother than that, but that boy just made it hard (no pun intended).

"So it's like that, is it?" Tom practically growled, causing the blonde to jump. Their eyes locked for a moment before he asked again. "Well? Is that why you've been acting so strange?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The blonde replied, trying to put up a strong front. "And even if I did, it's none of your business." Tom just sneered, obviously not believing a word of it, but before he could get a word out, Harry appeared at the register, holding three bottles of Vanilla Pepsi in his hands.

"Look, if I'm interrupting, I could just-"

"Nonsense! In fact, Tom here was just about to go re-stock the shelves. Weren't you, Tom?" Draco looked pointedly at his would-be assailant, who simply sneered and stalked off.

"Is he okay? He looked pretty pissed." Harry asked, handing over the bottles.

"He'll be fine." There was an awkward silence, and Draco could feel Harry's eyes burning into him as he rang up the items for him. "That'll be one eighty."

"Here you go. Um, listen. I remember seeing you in that class today, and I was talking to my friends about you-"

"Oh, great." Draco said sarcastically. It wasn't rare that people talked about him.

"No, no, hear me out. We were talking and she thinks I should talk to you, maybe ask you out. So, um, I was wondering if maybe, you want to catch a movie, maybe get a bite to eat or something." The blonde could have jumped up and did a little dance on the counter, but decided that dancing for Harry would have to wait at least until their second date (first, if he played his cards right).

"I'd like that. How about Saturday, say around nine?" Draco offered, leaning against the counter and smiling at the raven-haired young man.

"That'd be perfect."

"Good." He took the tan hand into his own and grabbed a pen from a cup resting near the register. Biting his lip gently (like many of the magazines said to do) he jotted down his cell and dorm room numbers. "Call me anytime after eight, I'm usually off work by then." Harry smiled brightly, causing Draco's cheeks to burn, before the young man turned and left the store.

"I can't believe you're going to go out with him. You little…Just wait until your father hears about this!"

"It's just one date…not like I'm having his babies or anything." Draco murmured, brooding at the other man's attitude.