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Ch. 3 -- Right Where You Want Me

Harry unceremoniously stumbled out of the fireplace, owing to the fact that he was a little drunk. He opened his eyes and blinked at the wide expanse of space that he had just walked into. This must be Malfoy's office. It was larger than his family room. The walls were paneled in dark wood that was a few shades lighter, but not very many, than the carpet. The carpet was covered with a deep green oriental area rug. Malfoy's desk was a similar type of wood to the wall, and he was currently bent over some manuscript that was spread out on the desk. The torches on the wall flickered with Harry's entrance into the room. Harry realized that he was gaping, so he shook his head and direction his attention towards the man sitting behind the desk.

"Potter," Malfoy said as Harry stepped out of the fireplace. Harry brushed himself off and looked up at Draco. Draco didn't flinch, or take a break from what he was writing, "Take a seat I'll be with you in a moment."

Harry was dumbfounded. How had Malfoy known that he would come, and how dare him talk to him as if he were a child. Telling him to sit down and wait for him. Well if Malfoy thought Harry would wait, he had another thing coming. Harry knew that he would immediately regret this decision as soon as he had stepped foot within the fireplace.

"Never mind I should have never come," Harry said backing up and reaching into the wrought iron pot, which contained Malfoy's stash of Floo powder. Harry scoffed and thought to himself, it would be wrought iron.

"No, Potter I'm sure you had every intention of coming, even though subconsciously you don't want to have anything to do with me, or my help," Malfoy said his cold eyes looking up from his work and sweeping over Harry in one quick scrutinizing look, "Have a seat," he said gesturing to the chair in front of him, his blonde eyebrow twitched and his jaw clenched a bit, as if the politeness was killing him.

"I really shouldn't have come," Harry said curtly, "It was a stupid idea. I didn't mean to come at all." Harry said even though in the back of his mind there was still some mystery and allure to the fact that Malfoy had extended his hand in help. After all these years some part of Harry still hated him, yet the man who sat in front of him now, fascinated him.

"Sit down," Malfoy said waving his hand and a chair swept from across the room and underneath Harry's arse. When did he learn this extent of wandless magic? Harry thought to himself. Sure, Harry knew how to do wandless magic, but that came with the position of Head Auror.

"You will not treat me like I am your child Malfoy. Poor little Scorpius, I feel sorry for him, it would be poison to be from the loins of a Malfoy, let alone be one," Harry said spitting on the ground and rising from his chair. He threw the floo powder that he had clasped in his hand into the fire and stepped in before Malfoy could say another word, "Home," he shouted before Malfoy's office was whisked out of his view.

"Oy, Mate, where've you been?" Ron said as soon as Harry stopped spinning in his fireplace.

"Never you mind," Harry said and his words came out more like a growl, and more unfriendly than he had wanted to be.

"Look. I just wanted to have a word with you about what the deal is between you and my sister," Ron said looking affronted, as well as confused.

"I'm almost positive that the goings on between me and my wife having nothing to do with you. It would be in your best interest to butt the fuck out," Harry said pushing past his friend and towards the cupboard where he knew his true friends were waiting for him. To be drunk was ignorance, and ignorance was bliss.

"Watch it. We're friends and family for that matter, but blood will always come first," Ron said catching Harry's wrist as he blew past him.

"So be it," Harry said and he reached his arm back and before he knew it he had thrown a punch at Ron and Ron staggered back dazed. Ron's eyes refocused and narrowed and Harry knew that everything was different now, "Leave."

"What happened to you Harry?" Ron asked as he retreated towards the door, "What the fuck happened to you?"

"Fuck you." Harry said and Ron slammed the door behind himself, "Another night alone, another night."

"You know Potter, you really ought to think about some protective charms, just because the Dark Lord is gone doesn't mean there aren't still bad wizards about," Malfoy said startling Harry, stroking his wand, as his ice cold blue eyes flicked up to Harry's face, "Now what is it you wanted to see me about? Or let me guess, the missus is gone, and you are once again drinking yourself into a stupor. What happened this time?"

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Harry roared swinging around towards the fireplace that he had just vacated. Malfoy was dusting himself off on the mantle, looking at his robes wth distaste. Of course Malfoy didn't want to get dirty. Harry stormed to him. Malfoy raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest.

"Sit," Malfoy said. Harry narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to play games with Malfoy. He just shook his head at the man and downed his beer. This was number six of the night he believed. Well, might as well go for number seven, the night was young after all. He reached to the cupboard and grabbed another beer. He cooled it and sat down at the table watching his hands.

"What happened this time?" Malfoy repeated in a voice like silk.

Giving in against his better judgment Harry put down his beer and looked up at Malfoy, pushing one of the dining chairs out for Malfoy, "She says she wants to be intimate. Then why doesn't she just bone me? I don't get it." Maybe talking to Malfoy would make him go away faster.

"She wants to be intimate but, ask yourself do you want to be intimate with her?" Malfoy said, the question falling off his lips as easy as if he was casting a spell.

Harry's mind raced to the times where they shared a bed and his feelings when she'd look at him with those warm brown eyes and felt nothing. He was confused. Why didn't he realize this before? He goggled at Malfoy. What was he doing to him? Harry's mind flew and him being tipsy didn't really do much to help him make sense of the situation.

"That's what I thought," Malfoy said taking Harry's silence as his answer, "Well, maybe I can help."

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