Wish

Chapter Two

Fallen

Draco Malfoy shook his head and took another swig from his brandy bottle. It was only 7:00 in the morning but a man needs his liquor, especially when he's found a strange up in his tree the night before. However, the strangest part so far was that the said, Playboy Aristocrat was currently fixing something for the 'strange man' to eat.

Draco did not cook; it was as simple as that. He was quite good at it but still, Draco did not cook and somehow he still found himself standing over the frying pan and watching the eggs don't burn.

"Come on," Draco muttered to himself, "It's not like I've never done something nice for someone before. In fact, I recall a number of times I've made dinner for girls… of course… that was because I was trying to get in their pants… but…"

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it from his confused thoughts and began to place items suitable enough to be called breakfast on a tray.

In the bedroom, the strange man had opened his eyes and was staring around in wonder. He had no idea where he was. Could he be back were he had come from? No, no, his curtains were burgundy and these ones were jade.

He looked up when a figure appeared in the doorway bearing a tray of what looked like a delectable fare.

"Hello," He said to the blonde man who said nothing back and placed the tray on the nightstand. "My name is Harry. Do you speak English? Nihongo?"

"I'm Malfoy." The blonde stated and stared at him. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he handed him a cup of orange juice and then motioned to the tray. "I didn't know what you liked, so I just made everything I could think of."

Harry smiled gratefully, "It looks delicious, thank you very much. Oh, my back is so sore… you don't mind if I stretch, do you?" He asked?

Draco shook his head. "No, of course not."

Harry reached towards the ceiling with his arms and made a grimace as he stretched. Moments later, two white-feathered wings were protruding from his back.

Draco stumbled backwards. "Holy shit! What the hell are you?"

Harry blinked, "I'm sorry, I thought it was rather obvious, I'm an angel, of course." He said, matter-of-factly.

"An angel? An angel? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Harry winced at his choice of words and nodded. "One of Heaven's Own." Harry took a sip from his glass.

"I don't believe this," Draco said, staring avidly at Harry's wings. "You're a real angel? From Heaven?"

Harry nodded again. "Of course. I wouldn't lie. Haven't you ever seen an angel before?"

Draco looked at him as if he were crazy. "No."

"Oh," Harry blinked owlishly. "Then I suppose I should have warned you. I apologize, Mr. Malfoy."

"Um, call me Draco."

"Ok, thank you Draco… oh, were you the one who happened to bring me here?"

Draco cleared his throat, still trying to wrap the situation around his brain. There was an angel in his house. "Yes… you were in… my tree…"

"Oh yes," Harry said and nodded his head. "I remember now. I was returning a baby bird to its nest and the lightning must have hit me."

"Lightning struck you?"

"Yes, that's correct…. Oh yes! And you rescued me, didn't you?"

"Uh, yeah… I sure did."

Harry smiled brightly at him. Harry's obvious innocence and warm glow brought a tinge of pink to Draco's cheeks.

"Then as thanks, it is customary in Heaven to grant you one wish."

Draco stared at him, "A wish?"

The angel bobbed his head and grinned. "Yes, you may wish for anything at all."

"Anything at all? Isn't that a little risky?"

Harry smiled serenely at him again. "Yes, Heaven's always figured that someone who would wish for something evil would never have business rescuing an angel anyway."

Draco thought for a moment. "Hell, if I'd known I was going to get a free wish I wouldn't have spent that four hundred thousand on a new car."

Harry waited patiently, sipping orange juice and biting pieces of toast.

Draco sighed, "You know, I don't really think you can help me with anything… I don't think there's something I don't have." He admitted.

Harry looked slightly crestfallen, "Oh… well in that case, I should probably be on my way."

"No!" Draco said suddenly, a little louder than he had meant. "I mean, no, it wouldn't really be fair if you… if you left without granting me my favor, would it? I mean, I did rescue you, right?"

Harry stared at him and Draco rambled on, "That is to say… you should… why don't you … stay here for a bit… just until I can think of something. I'm sure it'll come to me in no time." Draco couldn't explain the reason he wanted the angel to stay to desperately but he figured any normal person would.

The angel seemed to think this over before showing Draco that beautiful smile again and nodding. "I suppose that could be okay. However, I must warn you, you'll have to think of a wish soon."

"Yes, yes, of course." Draco said and it took his will not to reveal just how happy the decision made him.

Harry sipped his drink again and motioned at the food with his hand. "Won't you join me for breakfast?"

Draco grinned and agreed. "Sure."

"I have to go to work, but I'll be home soon, okay? I can probably get off early and be home around three or so, alright?"

"Then am I to stay here alone?" Harry asked, there was a slight hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah… but you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. Watch TV or a movie if you want. I have CDs in the home theatre and there's a gym around back…. Uh... Make yourself at home… I guess…"

Harry looked a little stunned for a moment. He didn't know that mortals could have so much in such limited space. However, this house was a lot bigger than the regular mortals he visited.

"You'll be okay then?" Draco asked. He was at the door, ready to leave.

"Alright then. Don't worry about me, I will entertain myself until your return."

Draco smirked, the angel talked kind of funny, but then… he was from another world after all…

Draco arrived late at work as usual.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy." Diamond said as he passed her desk.

Draco stopped for a moment before going up to his office. Spade was perched on the edge of Diamond's desk. "I don't want you two slacking off on the job." He said, using his authoritative voice he rarely used.

"Oh? And what is that supposed to mean?" Spade said, shooing him a nasty look.

"I think you can imagine." Draco replied.

"Really? Well I don't recall you ever worrying about that when we were…"

"Shut it, Silver." He said and grinned. He entered the elevator and pressed the 'up' button.

"So do you still need a date for tonight?" Spade asked him as they waited for the elevator to close.

"Actually, I think I have one." He said.

"It's a prostitute, isn't it?"

"No! And it's none of your business." Draco huffed.

"Fine, whatever."

Diamond laughed, "I'll send your messages up later, Mr. Malfoy."

The elevator door closed.

After another 'hard' and 'tiring' day at work, Draco was glad to be home. Even more than usual because of the sight that awaited him there.

It appeared that Harry had just gotten out of the shower because he was toweling his hair and he looked pink and flushed.

"Oh, good afternoon. I didn't expect you back so soon." The angel said.

"Yeah… I took off earlier than I thought." Draco replied. He vaguely wondered what Harry would think if he knew that all Draco did at work was sit in an expensive chair and order people about all day.

Harry continued to dry his damp hair.

Draco took the opportunity to ask, "Hey look, do you want to go to a party tonight?"

Harry looked up at him with a curious expression, "A party? That sounds most intriguing, I would love to go."

Draco acknowledged his answer with a nod and went upstairs to pick something out to wear. He was sure that the evening looked very promising.

Harry and Draco arrived at the building the part was being held. Once the man at the door looked up his name on the list and let them in, it was as if they had entered an entirely different world.

The hall was decorated as far as the eye could see with shimmering streamers and silver balloons. There was music playing from hidden speakers and apparently coming from no where. There were blinking lights, giving the illusion that everything was slower and more detailed than it really was. The buffet tables and bar were stretched from one end of the room to the other.

Draco and Harry were barely there fifteen minutes when Spade and Diamond stopped them.

"Draco!" Spade called and the approached them. She looked Harry over with a predatory look in her eye, which made Draco uncomfortable. "My God, Draco, he's gorgeous."

Draco smirked, people were staring at them. Draco wondered if it was because of the clothes Harry was wearing and made a mental note to take him shopping for something else.

"And what's your name, angel?" Spade asked, surprising both men at her accurate and ignorant guess.

"I'm Harry, it's nice to meet you. Are you friends of Draco's?" He asked, shaking both Spade and Diamond's hands.

Spade snickered. "Draco? Oh Angel, he has no friends."

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry looked concerned. "You don't? Really? Why not?"

"I'm not a social person." Draco said and pulled Harry away from the girls to get them lost in the crowd and away.

"Prick." Spade muttered and pulled her girlfriend in the opposite direction.

Draco had gone to get him and Harry drinks, he was beginning to wonder why he had even dragged Harry here. He was sure they could have had a much better time at home by themselves.

Draco had to scan the crowd to try to find the angel again. He spotted him talking with a guy he was sure he saw in a car commercial. As he approached, he could hear Harry saying something to the effect of, "No thank you. I'm really not interested." and the guy saying. "Come on, I won't hurt you. I'll be fun."

Draco came to them and he scanned the other guy up and down, "What the hell are you doing?"

The guy grinned, "Mind your own business, pretty boy, or I'll make you not so pretty."

"He is my business and he's clearly stated that he's not interested in going with such an intellectually handicapped gentleman such as yourself. So I suggest you go bother someone else with your idiotic banters and moronic brutality threats."

The man opened his mouth to reply but Draco didn't let him, "Come on, Harry, let's go." He took Harry's arm and pulled him along, he was suddenly very protective of the angel.

Draco felt the presence approach him from behind and just had enough time to shove Harry out of the way to duck the punch aimed at his face.

"What the fuck is your problem!" He heard Spade scream from somewhere off to the side. He ignored everything around him and took his own swing at the commercial man.

His fist connected with his jaw and a line of spit escaped from his mouth.

Someone yelled, "Fight!" and there were various reactions all around.

Draco kicked the guy in knee and something cracked. The commercial guy fell and howled in pain.

"Weak asshole." Draco spat and retrieved Harry. Then they left.

"Why did you hurt him?" Harry asked, a little hysterical.

"Because he started it." Draco said, not exactly paying attention to anything besides driving and he aware that he sounded like a pouting child.

"Couldn't you have tried to talk instead of resorting to violence?"

Draco sighed, "Yeah, ok, I'm sorry. I'll apologize next time I see him," Draco knew that he would probably never see the guy again. "I'll even hug him." He said with a smirk.

Harry seemed content with this answer and smiled happily at him. Draco smiled back, although he was feeling excessively smug.

Once they arrived back home, there was the matter of the sleeping arrangements.

"Hey, you can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Oh, I couldn't--"

"Of course you could. The couch is really comfortable anyway. Besides, I probably won't sleep tonight, I have some work I gotta do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, alright, but if you change your mind--"

"Don't worry about it. Ok?" Draco said and motioned Harry toward the stairs to shoo him off to bed. Harry was too worried about everyone else too often. Draco wondered if he even got tired of trying to make other people happy.

"Good night then," Harry said, catching Draco's attention again.

"Yeah, 'night."

Harry kissed Draco on the cheek and went up the stairs to bed. He left Draco standing there, staring after him.