Use Somebody Chapter 2: Harry, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: Hey guys. Chapter 2, Ta-da! I'd just like to thank everyone who is reading and reviewing. I was very surprised at the amount of people who have already placed alerts on this story…No pressure lol. I hope you like it so far. Big love xx

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Chapter 2 - Harry.

"Harry, if you want my opinion - The mother is lying through her teeth. I mean look at this statement." Hermione said, passing a copy of the 3 page document across the table to Harry.

Harry settled back into his chair with a sigh, a pain shooting up his back from having slept in the damn thing the night before, and eyed the familiar document. He'd read this 4 times already.

"'…He is a drunk and would always hit me if he was in a temper…', '…Our daughter is terrified of him…', '…I'm so afraid of him, and I actually fear he might kill me…'- there was actually an allegation of assault made against her. I just don't know what to think." Harry said throwing the paper onto his desk. "It appears that she is punishing him for his infidelity and she is using their daughter as a weapon; however her allegations are such that they cannot be ignored. I personally don't believe that the father - Mr…Finnegan - has committed half the offences that Mrs Finnegan is alleging, but as you very well know I can hardly call her a liar." Harry said, his fingers arching beneath his chin in concentration.

This case had been driving him mad for weeks now, and he sincerely wished that it would be over with. It riled him that parents could be so selfish when it came to their children. This woman, Mrs Finnegan, was clearly contesting joint custody for their daughter because she was bitter. Harry wasn't unsympathetic toward the women; after all she had been cheated on by her husband and was now going through a rather nasty divorce; however his sympathy didn't stretch to lying. The fact that she was using her daughter to hurt her husband was cruel, and was ultimately hurting her daughter too.

"Oh, 'Mione, how can people be so flippant with their children?" Harry sighed, his head dropping back against the soft leather back of his chair, his eyes dropping closed in the process.

"Harry, you look exhausted. When exactly did you last sleep…in a bed?" Hermione asked, her voice changing from professional to mothering in a heartbeat.

Harry cracked one of his eyes open and squinted at her. "Don't start." He mumbled.

"Harry, you are going to make yourself ill-" Hermione began, but was cut off by a rap at the door.

They both focused on the door as Harry called for the intruder to enter, and the brunette heaved a mental sigh of relief. He really couldn't be bothered with Hermione's mothering this evening.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Harry, but Mrs Finnegan is here and she is refusing to leave until she speaks with you. She's causing quite a scene in reception." Harry glanced at the clock on his computer and frowned. 5:30pm

"I don't have an appointment with Mrs Finnegan this evening." He said as he stood and straightened his tie. His back screamed in protest as it was forced to leave the comfort of his chair, and he absently massaged the lower right side with his hand as he gazed at the messenger at his door.

"She is quite certain that you do." The young girl answered, her hand resting on the door knob as though she feared getting the blame for the forgotten appointment and wished for a quick getaway.

"Right, Luna. I'll be right out." He said with a small smile, and the blonde girl turned and left his office.

Hermione studied the man before her, her eyebrows knitting together in disapproval. "Harry, this is ridiculous. You need a P.A now. Hannah has really left you in a bind with her incompetence." She scowled, standing from her own chair and placing her hands on her hips.

Harry smiled as he was momentarily reminded of Hermione back in school…she was still as bossy as ever!

"Hermione, I will find the perfect P.A before you can say 'Hogwarts'. Relax." He said, walking over to her and placing a hand on each of her shoulders. "I'm a big boy."

"Hogwarts?" Hermione smirked, her eyebrows shooting up in amusement.

Harry laughed and pulled her forward placing a kiss on her forehead. "I have no idea where that came from." He chuckled, throwing an arm around his friend's waist and leading her from his office. "I better go and sort out the happy client. I'll see you before you leave. 6:30 right?"

"Yes, Ron is quite adamant that we spend our anniversary in a restaurant rather than my office." She replied with a fond smile. "I had to agree, lest he discover our passionate affair and gallop down here and impale you with his sword. I already fear he is becoming suspicious." She added, her face absolutely serious.

"We will have to be more careful, Lady Hermione.…hey, have you ever noticed that we turn medieval when we pretend to be in love. It's quite odd, actually." Harry laughed, backing away from Hermione toward the doors that led to the reception.

Hermione laughed and curtseyed, and just before he opened the doors Harry bowed extravagantly. Neither received much attention from people in the offices around them, all quite used to the pair's outbursts of oddness. Harry and Hermione laughed that the luxury of being slightly eccentric was one they could afford seeing as they co-owned the firm.

"I will see you before sunset fair Lady Hermione and we will embrace before you break my heart for your…husband." Harry announced, his hands clasped at his heart, and he made a show of blowing her a kiss before sliding out of the doors, the sound of Hermione's laughter tinkling out with him.

The atmosphere in the reception was the polar opposite to the one he had just left back in the office area, and he arranged his expression from jest to polite indifference to accommodate the frosty climate.

Mrs Finnegan was engaging in a battle of filthy looks with Dolores, and Harry frowned at his receptionist's lack of professionalism. The woman had a habit of believing herself to be high and mighty, and often offended clients. Her efficiency and dedication to her job were the only things keeping her in said job.

"Dolores, perhaps you could arrange for some tea to be brought to my office. Thank you." He said, his eyes looking over the top of his glasses sternly at the middle aged women. He could tell by the flare of her nostrils that she detested being ordered around by someone half her age.

Turning his back on the women, -who in Harry's opinion reminding him of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, the bow she always wore on her head adding to the effect - and faced Mrs Finnegan who was sitting ram rod straight in one of the many scarlet stuffy chairs that filled the reception area.

With his best calming professional voice, Harry addressed the women. "Mrs Finnegan, I apologize for keeping you, would you like to follow me to my office?"

"Please, Mr Potter -" She breathed, standing and making her way over to Harry. "- Call me Lavender. All this 'Mrs Finnegan' business only reminds me how quickly I'd like my divorce to be over with." She added, a strained smile spreading across her face.

Harry flashed an indulgent smile, and showed her to his office. The tray of tea was already positioned on his desk, and he vaguely wondered how Dolores could have organized it so quickly. The office junior Luna, looking quite frazzled as she dashed past his office as he closed the door gave him his answer. Poor thing, he should really look into giving her a small pay rise. Dolores really did run her ragged.

Turning to face Lavender, who had already settled into a chair in front of his desk, Harry made his way over to his own seat and tried not to sigh in relief as his back rejoiced at the comfort.

Subtly trying to arrange some of the disarray that was his desk, Harry focused on the women before him. "I've been going over some of your statements with my partner, Hermione Weasley, and we are both at a bit of loss. Without legitimate proof, your allegations aren't likely to hold much water before a judge. After all, Mr Finnegan hasn't harmed your daughter in any way, and this is a custody dispute. It's your daughter's welfare that is under scrutiny." Harry said trying his best not to sound rude. Every piece of information in the statement given by Lavender had been about herself. She was clearly extraordinarily selfish.

"But she's afraid of him!" Lavender snapped, her hand whipping up and flicking some of her bottle blonde hair away from her heavily made up face. "You can tell she is, she always cries."

"Your daughter is just under a year old, correct?" Harry asked, his eyes focused on one of the statements that lay on his desk. He picked it up and momentarily hid his face behind it, fearing that the feeling of utter annoyance that was washing over him would be reflected on his face. She's a baby - babies cry!

"Yes, and she cries whenever he is around." The blonde women announced.

"Is it only in the presence of Mr Finnegan that your daughter becomes upset?" Harry asked knowing the answer before it even came out of the women's mouth.

"Well, no. But it's louder when he's around." She replied, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

Harry suppressed a groan. This was going to be a long hour.

After much annoyance on Harry's part his session with Lavender drew to a close and she informed him that she had an appointment the next day in which she would bring her daughter.

When she left Harry fell back into his chair, exasperation causing him to forget his back pain for a moment. He really despised people who put their own feelings before that of their children.

"Hey. You look irritated; I take it you had a tiresome session with Mrs Finnegan?" Hermione's voice floated through his door, sounding amused.

He looked up, his face blank. "Is it that obvious?" He asked dryly. Upon noticing Hermione's briefcase in her hand, Harry jumped up remembering that she had to leave.

"Oh, only blatantly so." She smiled as he approached her.

"Oh, go home, you wench." He breathed, a small smile on his face. "But first I recall booking an embrace. Gimmie." He whined before enveloping her in a hug. "Tell that husband of yours that you are to, in no uncertain terms, step foot in this office tomorrow! Spend the day together, do you hear me!"

Hermione groaned, which to anyone overhearing would sound ungrateful, however Harry was on the same wavelength as his friend and totally understood her reluctance.

"Hey, this office only has room for one workaholic, and I've already secured the title. Now bugger off home." Harry laughed, and began steering her toward the exit.

"Yes, well, make sure you go home tonight Harry. I will check!" She retorted smartly as she let herself be led out the door.

Harry laughed at her reluctance and mothering. "I'm positively shaking with fright, fair maiden."

"Ha ha" Hermione smiled, as they entered the reception area.

Harry steered her toward the door before she could put up any resistance. "I will call you if there is an emergency, I promise. Now, go home Hermione, before Ron comes down here and accuses us of having an affair." He laughed.

"Yes, I'm sure he will think that! " Rolling her eyes at her friend, Hermione kissed him on the cheek and made her way out the door and to her car. Harry, all the while laughing, watched her until she was safely in her vehicle and driving away before turning around and taking in the reception.

The red and gold colour scheme was really beginning to get on his nerves now. He'd have to look in to getting it redone. Perhaps green and silver…that could work.

A frustrated voice drew Harry's attention toward Dolores' desk and he was surprised to find a rather attractive man stood in front of it.

"Malfoy. Mr Malfoy. And, really is it going to be so difficult to ask Mr Potter for 5 minutes of his time?" The man asked with an odd kind of determination in his voice. Harry ran his eyes down the length of the man's body in approval. He was certainly something to look at, even from the back. And his hair was shockingly blonde, not at all brassy and false as Lavender's had been.

Harry decided to save the young man from Dolores.

"Well, I'm a very busy man." He said clearly, making his way over toward the desk.

The young man spun around, and Harry found that he was extremely handsome, if not slightly pretty looking. There was something distinctly feminine about him.

The man's face portrayed disbelief as he gazed at Harry, and he could tell that he was surprised by Harry's youth. It was the same with almost every new client that walked through the door. Harry wasn't at all surprised when the man voiced his disbelief

"You're Harry Potter?" he asked, his eyebrows drawing together ever so slightly.

Harry smiled, feeling unexpectedly drawn to the other man. A funny sort of warmth that he hadn't experienced before filtered through his veins as he studied the blonde.

"That's right. And you are?"

"Draco Malfoy." The blonde replied, an air of confidence radiating off him as he extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I was wondering if I could speak to you about the P.A vacancy?"

Harry, who had just placed his hand in Draco's as he mentioned the P.A vacancy, squeezed his fingers a fraction more than he usually would when shaking somebody's hand, but he couldn't help it. How uncanny that he had just promised Hermione he would find a P.A and here one stood, extraordinarily handsome and confident to boot. Harry hadn't even said 'Hogwarts' yet. It was almost like magic.

"Ah, well I'm sure Dolores has informed you that you are required to send a C.V-" Stuff the C.V, the job's yours! He added in his head. He was surprised when Draco cut him off mid sentence.

"Yes, she did." He said, and Harry repressed a smirk when the blonde eyed Dolores with a look of disdain. She had obviously been working her own brand of magic before Harry had interrupted. "However, curiosity got the better of me. I had to come round and see, for myself, Aurors and of course - you. Wouldn't want to apply for a job for a firm or a boss that I disliked."

Releasing Draco's hand that he noticed with a flush he was still holding Harry felt his eyebrows rise slightly at the blonde's honesty. To say he wasn't impressed by the other man's forwardness would've been a complete lie.

"That's very honest of you, Mr Malfoy. We here at Aurors pride ourselves on honesty and integrity." He informed, the motto that Hermione insist they say to every new client slipping from his mouth. He tried not to cringe at the stupidity of it. They worked in Law. Who was honest and in possession of integrity in this business.

He could tell from the other man's expression that he found as much substance in Harry's words as Harry did, which only boosted the blonde's appeal. Aware that Dolores was listening, Harry continued his forced speech feeling his smile turn into a grin as he spoke.

"I like to know that every member of my team is willing to take chances in order to get the desired result. I see you have that quality in droves."

A twinge in his back caused him to sink against the desk and he hoped that he didn't appear unprofessional. Perching on a table while talking to a prospective new employee was hardly a standard he'd expect in his firm. However, his back was seriously hurting. Perhaps he should book a massage tomorrow…

He felt his gaze shift from Draco's face to his excruciatingly soft looking hair and fought the urge to run his fingers through it. He absently slid his tie between his fingers, and wondered if Draco's hair would feel as silky. With a quick mental shake, Harry focused back on Draco.

"So, Mr Malfoy. Upon this mock inspection will we be receiving an application from you?" Harry asked. Say yes, say yes. "If so, I'd be happy to interview you personally…say…tomorrow morning? 10am?"

Smiling to himself, and trying not to appear like a desperate saddo, Harry turned to the not so pleasant face of his receptionist.

"I believe I have a free appointment at that time, Dolores?" He asked trying to remember if his schedule was free or not. He'd bloody well make sure it was free, if it wasn't. His heart soared when he caught the look of disdain on the receptionist's face.

"Well, it appears so, Mr Potter. I was under the impression that applicants were to-" She began, but Harry turned back to look at the handsome face of Draco again.

"Yes, yes, that was going to be the running order of things; however Mr Malfoy here may be just what I'm looking for. God forbid that I end up with another Hannah." Harry sighed as he remembered the mess she had made in her 6 months as his P.A. He was sure he had lost dozens of clients due to her incompetence. However, he found it hard to really feel any bad will toward her knowing that her absence had made way for the truly gorgeous individual standing before him.

An adorable frown made its way onto Draco's face and Harry decided to elaborate. "Hannah was…over excitable. There always tended to be more Tea on the case files than words…when she could actually find the case files, that is"

An understanding smile that didn't quite sit right with Harry sprang to Draco's face, and he was more than a little certain that the other man was trying not to laugh.

"Well, 10am sounds perfect." The blonde agreed casually, a pale hand reaching up and brushing back some of the hair that had fallen into his eyes. Harry watched, desperately wishing he could ask whether it felt as silky as it looked. Strike that, he wanted to feel if it was as silky as it looked.

The brunette felt his smile widen as he processed the other man's confirmation, and he stood up straight again ignoring the pain in his back and extended his hand to once again feel Draco's warm smooth palm.

"I'm glad to see Aurors has passed your analysis." Harry laughed, and he decided that he had to start reining it in. Dolores was beginning to look at them with a knowing expression.

His forced his expression to turn professional as he continued. "You are required to bring your C.V and appropriate references, and if I feel that you are suitable we can organize starting dates etc. If you sign in with Dolores upon arrival you will be given a visitors pass, and if I'm not unexpectedly tied up with a client, I will come out and meet you at promptly 10am."

Draco nodded, clasping his hand around Harry's, returning the firm handshake that caused an odd butterfly type feeling to explode in his stomach. Who would've thought a simple handshake with a complete stranger could cause such a sensation.

"Thank you, Mr Potter. I really appreciate this opportunity." Draco smiled, his perfect white teeth sparkling in the strip lighting.

"You're welcome, Mr Malfoy. Until tomorrow, then - have a good evening." Harry nodded, reluctantly releasing Draco's hand and forcing himself to turn around and walk away without another word.

He refused to turn around for one last look knowing how pathetic it would look, however, he didn't think himself above watching Draco leave the building and walk down the street from his office window.

The blonde had a definite swing to his hips as he walked, something that was almost hypnotising, and Harry found that he couldn't look away until the other man was out of sight. With a smile Harry turned and dumped himself in his chair, wincing as his back twinged.

Yes, he'd definitely have to have a massage. His smile widened as thought that that could be Draco's first duty as his P.A.

To Be Continued…

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