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Overlap - chapter two
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each one of us wants a piece of the action
you can hear it in what we say
you can see it in what we do
we negotiate with chaos
for some sense of satisfaction
if you won't give it to me
at least give me a better view
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"I swear Joe, if I don't get this right today I'm giving up forever!"
Harry threw his hands in the air in frustration and through his wand across the room. The wand hit off the wall and rolled over to the door of the tattoo studio.
"Don't sweat it kid, I'm sure you'll get it soon, not like there's a deadline or anything, seeing as this is your own secret little project."
"Well I'm setting myself a deadline, and that's today. I don't give a bloody fuck anymore!"
"Stop cursing and calm down."
"fine, whatever. I need a break soon before I end up breaking my wand. Speaking of wand, where the hell is it?"
Just then the door swung open and Harry found himself looking at a familiar face. Draco Malfoy stood there, his hair loose and partially in his eyes. Being late in the afternoon on a Tuesday, Draco was still in his teaching robes, though Harry could tell that they were still designers. Draco looked down before he nearly stepped on Harry's discarded wand. He bent down to pick it up. When he rose he broke the silence and finally spoke.
"Does this belong o one of you?" Draco spoke casually; Harry wondered what happened to his drawl that had been so famous in his time at Hogwarts.
"Uh, yeah, that's my wand, I had gotten a little frustrated earlier. But yes, what brings you to the studio? Going to get that tattoo you wanted?" Harry said quickly changing the subject not wanting Draco to know about his problem for fear of being mocked yet again by his old school rival.
"That, Harry, is exactly why I am here; I also wanted to check out some of your previous work, to see if it's worth my while to get you to design my tattoo, or go elsewhere."
Joe, unaware of the history between the two went right ahead to boast about Harry's skills.
"Mr. Malfoy, I give you my word that you will not be disappointed with Harry's work. He's the best of the best, no joke. Harry! Get your portfolio and show this gentleman your stuff."
Draco simply smirked, "Yes Harry, come here and show me your stuff"
Harry got up from his seat, a blush evident on his cheeks. He retreated to the back room to get his portfolio. He grabbed it from the table and as a side thought grabbed his notepad where he kept his sketches and works in progress.
One thing about Harry was that he hated blushing. He hated the attention it brought him and he believed he always would. Being humiliated was something he always detested. So he quickly came up with a plan to get back Draco. He knew that if he showed Draco his sketch book he would return the favor to the Slytherin.
Out in the lobby Draco easily chatted with Joe about America.
"I swear, every time I go there and rent a car, I nearly drive on the wrong side of the road. I just don't get why we can't all just design the same model of car, so we can all drive on the same bloody side of the road!"
"I don't agree, I think it keeps you on your toes, emphasizes the differences between the peoples"
Harry re-entered only catching a small part of the conversation.
"Joe, stop talking out of your arse, you couldn't give a shit about 'differences between peoples'."
"You caught me." Joe said slightly dejectedly before he went out back leaving Draco and Harry alone in the studio.
"Take a look through my portfolio and sketch book I'd like to see if you'll deem me worthy to make you your custom tattoo."
"I'm sure your work is just fine, but I'd like to be sure, I want to be sure when it comes to my 'perfect Malfoy skin'" Draco smirked and laughed at Harry's indignant expression. He then opened Harry's sketch book flipped through a couple pages and stopped suddenly. His eyes wide. And slowly but surely a slight blush crept up onto his face.
"Wow, there are amazing, real people are they?" He said trying to sound casual as he gazed at the nude drawings on the pages.
"Yes, all real, but if you flip down a couple pages you'll see a couple I had to use my imagination for." Harry smiled as Draco fell right into his trap and flipped down further into his sketch book. He smiled brighter as he saw a very vibrant red adorn Draco's face.
"That…that's me!"
"Really? I wouldn't have guessed?" Harry said in mock wonder, as he tried in vain to suppress a laugh.
Draco looked to still be in a bit of shocked though he did try to regain some of his composure.
"What are you doing drawing me like, like that?" He stopped before he went into full blown ranting. Even though he sounded angry he wasn't, simply flustered.
"Well, after I saw you at the club, my head just couldn't stop thinking about your arse." Harry said plainly looking directly at Draco's eyes that were looking slightly confused. Draco seemed though to catch the double meaning in Harry's words and finally deciding he didn't want to take any more of this 'abuse' began to retort.
"Well Harry, you certainly did a good job, but I think you've underestimated certain assets" he smiled, his blush finally dwindling as he demanded to gain control over his embarrassment.
"Maybe we'll have to remedy my lack of knowledge one day?" Harry said seductively looking right into Draco's eyes.
"You wish!" Draco said finally and they both laughed together.
Suddenly the door to the studio opened and Jonathon sauntered in. Spotting and recognizing Draco, he put on a possessive and unhappy sneer. He walked right up to Harry, pulled him into a passionate kiss. Well at least it was passionate for Jonathon Harry didn't seem to care either way once they pulled apart.
"Hey babe"
"Hey Jon, you remember Draco?"
"Yeah, going out with Blaise right?" Jonathon he said feigning ignorance, as he shook Draco's hand a little too tightly.
"Not anymore. We both agreed it was a one time thing. We have decided to keep going out socially though; he refuses to have me turn out like Snape did."
Harry and Draco laughed but Jonathon failed to see the humor not having to spend hours on end listening to the socially inept potions master take points from the Gryffindor students.
"Well whatever," Jonathon piped up through their laughter, "Harry, I got reservations tonight at the Monet Restaurant for seven. I want you to look nice so see if you can get off work early." Now normally Harry would have found such an invitation romantic and spontaneous, but the tone Jonathon took with him was commanding and authoritative.
"You know I have to finish my project soon, it's driving me crazy not having it done!"
"Oh who cares if you get your stupid tattoos to move I want to go out. So you're going!"
"No way, if you're going to be a jerk I'm not going anywhere, and my project isn't stupid, you know how important the damn thing is to me!"
"Whatever, are you going to come tonight or not, cause I'll just invite someone else if not, I don't plan on being alone tonight."
Draco watched the whole scene play before his eyes. He could tell that Harry really didn't want to go and that he was slowly getting frustrated at Jonathon's sorry attempts at getting him jealous.
"Look, do what you want. I have to work and I'm not going home early to get ready for your little impromptu dinner. I'm busy, deal with it."
Jonathon looked completely dejected.
"Harry, what happened to good company?"
Draco felt like slapping the guy who was now moving on to trying to get pity from his Gryffindor.
"Look Jon, you've got to understand that I'm busy and I have to work, why don't you just stay home and catch up on some reading or something?"
"Fine, whatever Harry, I don't know why I put up with you!" Jonathon stormed out of the studio without another word. He glared at Draco before he had left and Draco felt very pleased with what he had just witnessed, though once he looked back at Harry he could see the frustration radiating off of him.
"I swear sometimes I just want to hit him!"
"I would, I don't like when people try to play games with me." Draco said thoughtfully as if reminiscing on something.
"He just doesn't get how important becoming a respected tattoo artist is to me. Completely inconsiderate! I swear, now I'm all riled up, never going to be able to finish now!" at this point Harry was pretty much ranting to himself.
"What did you have to finish?" Draco questioned
Damn, Harry thought. He really didn't want Draco to know about his recent failure so to speak. It was to late now.
"I'm trying to develop a spell so tattoos can move like pictures. I was trying to alter the one used for paintings and photos but something that has to do with the skin, I don't know, the bottom line is that it won't work and it's driving me crazy!
"Have you ever considered a potion? I mean it would only make sense seeing as human beings are biological creatures maybe a biological solution is your answer, maybe even a combination of spell and potion."
"I have never once considered that." Harry said stunned.
"If you give me your notes on the spells that you've been working on I might be able to make a crack at it. I was always better at spell and incantation theory than you ever were.
"That would be great Draco," Harry said suddenly excited, he began thinking to himself about more possibilities.
"We could meet up at the school or here and go over your notes if that would be better, you may just need another point of view to look at the problem."
"That would be awesome. But before we get into any of those details which to be frank have been giving me a bit of a headache lately, we should get to your tattoo!"
"Ahh, yes, I think I'd like you to make me a custom tattoo, I want a name. I don't really want a picture or anything, just something like a banner."
"That won't be a problem, we do names all the time. I'll show you some sample banners then you can either pick one of those, modify one or I can create one for you special."
"That would be great."
Harry opened up his portfolio to where he kept the banners he had done so far. There were big and small one, flashy ones and simple. Draco focused on the simple ones, finally he pointed to a small elegant one, it had reds and gold's and was simple, but warmed your heart at the same time.
"I like that one, maybe I could get you to change the colors though, never been a fan of red and gold!" He laughed and Harry laughed too.
"What's the name?"
"Jason."
Harry suddenly curious, "first love?"
"You could say that, he's my son."
AN: dun, dun, dun! Bet you never saw that one coming! I really hoped you all like the chapter! I would really appreciate it if you would review and tell me what you liked and didn't like. Also if you have any suggestions of how you want the story to go, especially with the Jonathon jealousy bit I would be forever in your debt. I already know who I'm going to have as Draco's baby's father, it'll shock you! I think, unless you're really clever and can read minds….shifty eyes take a guess if you want!
Anywho again….please review!
Ill try to update as soon as possible!
-Sequoia
