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Notes - I'm assuming you've read everything I put before writing the prologue or what ever it's called. Now, I have got this fic finished and I will be posting it all over the next few hours/days. I do want reviews though. I can stop updating at any time after all. It did take me a while to finish this. I had 3/4 of it done in 2days but then today I finished off the last two chapters. I'm ill so I figured I'd concentrate on my stories. Will try and update the others soon but I've got all my exams starting as of tomorrow and my new house to sort out. I'm 18 and gonna be living on my own. things are moving kind of fast. Never mind. Here you go.

Chapter 1

At the air port Harry checked in quickly and found his seat onboard the plane after a good few hours waiting and having been security scanned. Harry had been irritated to have to be police searched. He shuddered when the police man's hands patted down the pockets on his smart trousers and swept the metal tracer around his body. It just made him uncomfortable. He'd, of course, had to have taken off his expensive watch to be scanned and also his couple of thousand dollar necklace that decorated his neck but he'd been let off the police having found nothing.

Harry had cursed the police men several times over. Did he even look like someone who'd be a terrorist? He was in extremely expensive clothes and had tinted glasses on. He sighed. The police had a right to suspect everyone. Harry knew he would if he was in their position.

A few hours of waiting later Harry was boarding. He found his seat in the first class section of the plane and stowed away his hand luggage in the overhead compartment before asking quickly if he could have a drink of water. The steward gave him a tender red lip-sticked smile.

"First time flying?"

"Uh no ma'am. It's just...my sister is getting married to my best friend and...just nerves I guess." The hostess smiled gently and sympathetically and took the empty cup from him.

"Well, should you need anything then my name's Polly. Just give me a yell." Harry smiled and nodded before leaning his head back on his chair and closing his eyes.

His date wasn't here yet. Though Harry supposed he shouldn't really call the man his date. Harry had basically looked up male escorts that were willing and able to escort other males to certain occasions and make their relationships seem perfectly genuine. Draco Malfoy, the name of Harry's escort, had charged Harry seven thousand US Dollars to escort Harry to the wedding and for the extra week before hand. Harry was expected to cover all costs whilst there and to purchase the tickets to and from England as well as to pay for their accommodation. Harry had given in easily. He had the money, he'd earned the money. Seven thousand dollars was the least Harry could pay for some decent company back in England. Harry was just nervous about paying a complete stranger so stay near him for twenty four hours for just over a week. Harry didn't know the man, how could he trust him.

Sure, Harry was going to his sister's wedding at the estates he used to live at, the estates he'd spent well over fifteen years of his life in before he'd moved away to America at age seventeen. Cedric Diggory was an old friend of Harry's. Cedric used to be Harry's competition at sprint races. No-one ever won against Harry though, as Cedric well knew, except that one time when...Harry didn't want to think about it. His sister and his brother were going to be at the wedding as were his aunt, uncle and cousin and lots of other relatives Harry had fled the country to get away from. The only people Harry even regretted running away from were his Godfather Sirius Black, his cousin Dean Thomas and Albus Dumbledore who acted like Harry's grandfather.

"Here's your seat sir. 3B, is that correct sir?"

"Yes it is thank you." A silky rich deep voice said from behind Harry. The raven hared twenty five year old sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. His escort had arrived. Harry heard the man shuffle around slightly before closing the over head compartment and sit down. Harry heard the click of the seat belt and the air steward offer the man a drink. He refused in that same silky voice and the steward left. Harry swallowed nervously and opened his bright green eyes. Removing his tinted glasses Harry placed them inside the pocket of the chair before him. He didn't need glasses. When he was younger his sight had been terribly but as he'd grown older his sight had improved dramatically every year. His sight now was so good he could read posters on the other side of the room clearly. There was nothing wrong with his eyesight when it came to general things. The only time Harry ever had to wear a pair of glasses was when he was reading and even then Harry bought the best pair of framed black ones he could find.

Harry turned slightly in his seat so that he could see the man behind him. He felt his heart hammer a little bit louder before calming down again. The man sat behind Harry had to be about 6foot 2inches and he had silky platinum blond hair that looked completely natural. His skin was very fair though his cheeks had a healthy glow to them. He was obviously the kind of person who didn't tan well. His body was very muscular and he didn't appear to have an inch of fat on him. His body, however, was different to Harry's. Whilst Harry was slender and toned so that his muscles were etched onto his frame naturally and with minimal work outs required the man behind Harry seemed to have worked out often because, despite the clothes, he was very muscled and looked very strong.

The man, though Harry supposed he should call him Draco, was wearing a pair of black slacks and a silver silk shirt that had the top few buttons undone. A very smart black coat that came to roughly his knees was hanging from the arm rest. The man, having sensed he was being watched turned his head towards Harry. The man's face was very aristocratic with sharp angles that made him even more handsome and strong. He had two neat blonde eyebrows above bright silver eyes, the same silver that matched his shirt.

Harry offered the man a small, shy smile and turned in his seat a little more.

"Hello. Um...I'm Harry." The man studied him briefly. It was only a mere flick of the eyes but Harry shifted in his seat anyway having noticed the tiny movement. The man let a small but confident smile grace his pink lips.

"Nice to finally meet you Harry. I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Hmm." Harry offered with a nod before dropping his gaze away from the man. Taking a quick look around to see if anyone was watching Harry flicked his nervous emerald green eyes back to swirling silver. Harry offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what to do...or say. This is a very new experience to me and not at all something I ever thought or believed I would be doing."

The man's smile became a bit wider and he lifted his head slightly. "What? You mean hiring an escort to pose as your date?" Harry nodded and the man leaned forwards smiling more. "Well, your inexperience doesn't matter very much. I am experienced enough to make this trip painless for you. I know how much you want this trip to be a success and I can promise you that to everyone in your family and that to all of the guests we shall seem perfectly in love. This is what I do, and I do it well. You just need to relax and act normally around me as if we've been together a while."

"Ah yes...act like you're my boy friend." Harry said looking away with a tiny sad smile. "I've not had one of those in years." Draco behind him looked slightly confused and Harry looked back at him with a blush having realised what he'd said. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Draco leaned back and let a smile over take his small frown of confusion. "In that case then Harry, I shall do most of the work. What I need you to do if you want to see this work is to not mind my touch and accept anything...endearing I may say or do. Feel free to reciprocate however." Harry felt his face flame and he nodded quickly and looked away from Draco practically snatching his book up and finding his page to read.

Behind him Draco watched for a moment or two in a calculating way before nodding slightly to himself and calling over a steward for a drink. He seemed perfectly at home in the first class seats and in his most expensive attire, with all the rest of his expensive attire stowed away in the three suitcases on the plane.

"Please would you all do up your seat belts and prepare. We are about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts. Our flight crew shall be coming around to check they are done up securely."

Did I make spelling mistakes? If I did I'm sorry. I don't have a beta, anyone wanna offer to be one for me?

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