A/N: this is a chapter I wrote after geometry class on friday. We all had a discussion about BrokeBack Mountain. Let's just say I found out who my true friends were. Anyway, I was kind of angry, but I didn't really let that anger show until the end. So Read Review and Enjoy.

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Chapter 5

Dinner and Just Desserts

Draco

The taxi was waiting for me just as I told Harry to make it be. I ran down the stairs a little out of breath from rushing. After I'd arrived home at about 5:00 p.m. I had enough time to shower, and then get dressed. Well I hadn't counted on having to brush my hair and teeth twice and then picking out my clothes after that. I was so nervous picking out my clothing, and I don't even know why.

This was just Harry Potter for god's sakes, I'd known him practically half of my life and only now is something there. I don't know what to call it. It's not hate, like it once had been, and I can't call it love or even like...but something towards the meaning of...attraction. I was finding that this attraction though, was different then the one I had for Jess. I felt butterflies in my stomach just thinking about tonight. I'd tug at my hair, and pull at my clothing to get it just right. Though with Jess, I just put something on and didn't really care what I was wearing, or if my hair hadn't been brushed since that morning.

What was it about Potter that made me so nervous? Well I was sure to find out given the circumstances...maybe that was it though! The circumstances! He had the power to affect my job and that was what made it so much more nerve wracking…right? Either way, I had to eventually decide on an outfit and chose a comfortable form-fitting black sweater, with grey slacks and black shoes and belt. I slicked my hair back leaving just a few bangs to dangle tantalizingly into my eyes. If there wasn't a doubt about something, it was that I was dressed to kill.

"Mr. Potter sent me to get a--Mr. Malfoy--Is that you sir?" the cab driver asked as I stepped in

"I am." I replied smoothly, watching as he gave me an appraising look, "May I ask where we are headed to?"

"I'm sorry but Mr. Potter specifically asked me not to tell you...he even paid me extra not to...sorry but money is money."

I scowled at him half-heartedly and sat back with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. It's just like that Gryffindor to do something like this. Of course I guess it's an eye for an eye. I demand for him to give me a cab, and he conditions it so I don't know where I'm going.

A half hour later we seemed to be traveling in the downtown districts, where all the markets and street vendors were, and the places looked more and more expensive. Just as I thought they couldn't get more expensive, the cab driver had turned the corner and we arrived at a Chinese or maybe Japanese restaurant. It looked so uptown and stylish, and I felt sort of out of place. I'd never been to this part of town, because with my minimum wage apartment, and mid-range paying job, I never had a reason to be down here.

"Here we are sir."

"This is where we're eating?" I asked, my mouth dropped down, and my eyes wide.

"According to Mr. Potter's directions. Would you like to check them?" He asked cheekily.

"No."

"Alright then. The tip has been paid, so don't bother, and uh…have fun." He said as I went to pull out money, and then he winked at me before driving off into the sea of other cabs.

"Well bloody thanks." I muttered stepping through the doors. "Um…excuse me miss? I have someone waiting for me here. We're on a business terms."

"Ah!" She said delightedly. "So your Mr. Potter's 6:00 tonight."

"I b-beg your pardon?" I stuttered. How could she even know 'Mr. Potter'? he didn't even live here!

"I'm a friend of his. We went to the same University. The whole reason he chose this restaurant is because I work here!"

I moaned. Of course he would have friends here! He was a well-polished businessman. Not that I'd ever admit that to his face.

"He's back there, the last table on the right, behind the wine rack."

I looked to where she was pointing and set out on my walk of hell. The butterflies I told you about? They increased to morph into dragon size butterflies. I had to keep focused on the floor to even make it to my chair. Something about the fact that this might turn out to be more than business excited me yet...also filled me with ten-ton dread.

"I see you found it ok?" He smirked.

"Yeah." I managed.

"I ordered house red wine for us both, I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all…I guess."

"So."

"So."

"I guess we should get down to business?" Harry suggested tensely.

"Already Potter?" I smirked "We haven't even had dinner yet."

He blushed at the double entendre, and I smirked even more…it becoming sort of a nice look on me for the evening.

"What I mean to say—"

"What you mean to say is that you're here to buy out the business and I'm here to stop you."

"Wow…I guess you get straight to the point."

"Not straight, exactly." Smirk firmly in place? Check. "Now this shouldn't be a problem should it? You and me up against each other like old times?"

He snorted…which wasn't what I expected. "If it's just like old times Malfoy, I'm sure I'll have no trouble." He replied whilst sipping his wine.

"I'll have you know that you just had luck on your side back then, I could've easily beaten you if I tried."

"Please Malfoy don't flatter yourself. It wouldn't require luck for a SQUIB to beat you in a duel."

He laughed for a moment. You know, I once heard someone that smiles and laughter are infectious…and I guess it's the truth because I started laughing as well. After a while he took a sip of wine and cleared his throat.

"When dealing with business though, I usually am friendly, but not familiar with my clients."

"So really Potter. I've read about your business in the paper. Why is it that you want this small company?"

"Because that small company, is growing fast, and about to become one of New York's biggest and best. Not to mention the fact that after it does become New York's favorite, it will become the surrounding states, and therefore lead to national syndication."

People started to fill our table, and I stopped, looking surprised and affronted. "Excuse me!" I said standing up. "What do you think your doing? This is a private party; we reserved these seats you bums! Get! Get out!"

Potter stood there looking mildly surprised at first, and then started busting up laughing. I on the other hand, couldn't see what was so funny. He should be trying to flee our table of these people too!

"What may I ask is so funny potter?"

"Malfoy, did you ever stop and take a look around? This is a hibachi place."

He stared at my blank expression and chose to go on.

"Which means that a cook comes by and cooks on this grill here, and serves us all at the same time."

"You mean…" I stopped to lean in to his ear, "We have to eat with these people?"

He laughed and shook his head yes, that we did indeed have to eat with these people. I sat down slowly, and said a mumbled apology, all the while scooting a little closer to Harry.

"You mean to tell me that of all the time you've been in New York you've never been to hibachi?"

"No…"

"Well…have you at least been to a Chinese restaurant?" he asked, genuinely amazed.

"No…" I repeated, getting slightly agitated.

He looked about ready to respond when our chef came over to us and took our orders. Then he started the large grill and cooked everything right in front of us! It was so…weird. I could actually feel the heat radiating off the table! He did all sorts of tricks and at one point when he was cooking the appetizer he started throwing the pieces into peoples mouths with his spatula…my own piece landed in my hair…I spent the next twenty minutes glaring at a laughing Harry after I'd come back from washing my hair in the bathroom. Needless to say, that if we were dating, he'd be getting the cold shoulder right now. But as it was, we were here on business…business in which we hadn't mentioned any further after we got served, and I was starting to believe…never would.

"Uh Malfoy…"

"Draco! My name is Draco!" I said irritated. I was having the most horrendous experience with the…um…I think they were called…chop sticks?

"Right, well Draco, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Well it looks like your trying to cut your food with your chopsticks."

"Well that's what they're for isn't it?" I asked rolling my eyes, and hating his choice in restaurant even more.

"No…you don't actually chop your food with the sticks…you pick it up with them. Like so." He said, demonstrating the real way to do it.

I huffed dejectedly, blowing a piece of my loose bangs up, in the process.

"Awww." He laughed.

"What?" I half-growled at him.

"You looked so cut—uh…different—different then."

I raised my eyebrow, not quite sure that was what he was going to say, but continued practicing with my ''chop'' sticks.

"No, you're still doing it wrong." He said, sighing a little afterwards. "Here, let me show you." With that, he took my hand in his, and proceeded to show me the proper technique. Of course I didn't learn anything that entire minute his hand was on mine, because all I knew, was that my breathing became quicker and my butterfly friends (which I would like to kill right now) were fluttering full force like a kicking baby.

"Got it now?" He said.

"Uh…yeah." I lied, sinking in to my seat. "Sure."

Harry

By the end of the evening I was so amused at how wrong Draco had been getting the chopsticks that I felt sorry for him and gave him a fork. One that I had enjoyed pointing out to him he had in his napkin, and watching him blush.

I don't know why I enjoyed seeing him blushing. It wasn't for the sake of humiliation it was more…adorable. That joke he'd made about not being quite ''straight'' to the point was something that was as confusing for me as chopsticks was for him.

Anyway, we hadn't gotten any business done yet, and that was rather disturbing. This was a business deal we were talking about! I am never one to be THIS behind on business…EVER. Nor am I one to mess around on dealings with my company. This wouldn't work. Not an intimate setting with just the two of us.

No what we needed to get the job done was representatives from both companies working together to settle something. Notice the 's' at the end of representatives. That way, we COULDN'T get distracted, and things would be going ok.

This is exactly what I told my manager when I returned to my hotel room. He agreed, and was also disappointed when I reported the lack-of work we hadn't done tonight. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

The next day: Harry

"Alright. We are here on a matter of important business." Said the apparent Manager of Star Shine Magazine…she oddly gave both Draco and me the ''evil / I'm watching you'' eye.

"Agreed?" She spouted after a second.

"Agreed." Came the murmured replies of the staff room.

"Good. Now…where shall we start?"

"Well we should probably start on why we're here." I said aloud, looking directly at Draco since he gave such a to-the-point performance on the subject yesterday, I was hoping he'd give our respective staffs the same performance.

"We are here." He said after a moment. "Because International Magazine wants to take over, and Star Shine Magazine, won't allow that." He smirked smugly at the grins of approval from his comrades and coworkers.

"True." I replied. "So the next question is, can we settle this? In civilized manners and ways to which we can both agree?"

Draco

I might've hated Harry Potter way back when, but now what I see is totally different. If last night's butterflies didn't prove that, then today does.

What I see before me is not the child I once knew, but a man. A man who can bring his personal life and professional life into an equal mix…knowing tastefully when to integrate and separate the two. He has a full ability to become this whole other person when he's handling business. Confident, authoritative, commanding…this is NOT the Harry Potter from my school days nor was it from last night.

I must've been admiring his form and structure of professionalism too much because the staff was now staring at my entirely blank and confused expression of bewildered panic.

'Oh Shit'

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Um…yes?" I muttered weakly back at Harry.

"Would you care to join us?" he asked, a slight smile playing at his lips.

"I would, but I'm afraid you've bored me into a momentary stupor. It seems the owner of International Magazine has a bit of trouble holding onto one's attention for an extended period of time." I replied, knowing full well the non-truth of this statement, but also how impressive it would seem to the average office-working nimrod.

Harry was no average office-working nimrod though, and he was certainly not impressed…

"Well let me ask you if this bores you. In a month International Magazine buys out Star Shine, and it's growing success. When it does, it will then take Star Shines place as New York's finest and favorite magazine, and then work it's way to the nations finest and favorite." He retorted, putting emphasis on the last two words. "Am I boring you yet Mr. Malfoy, or have I just put the coffee back in your cup."

Touché.

"Let's calm down here everyone. Obviously our nerves are frayed. Meeting will continue tomorrow. Dismissed."

Of course…Ms. Norbury would be the last person willing to be in here. Sending me to do her dirty work in the first place and then having it backfire is something the average person wouldn't be able to handle in one day.

"What are we supposed to do now?" complained a young intern who was sitting in and taking notes for a business course.

"I don't care. Go watch a movie or something. There must be something in a New York theatre you would want to see." With that she left with a great dramatic flair that would give Professor Trelawny a run for her money.

"Oh sure, let's all just go down to the theatre, and see BrokeBack Mountain." Said Louis the office jerk.

My head snapped in his direction when he said this. A fight was on the horizon.

Harry

Oh shit. Poor guy.

The look on Draco's face was one of disgust and anger.

"I do beg your pardon. But what did you mean by that remark, Louis?" he spat out.

"Only that a bunch of queer cowboys on screen isn't anything but a joke." He sneered, standing up, instead of backing down.

If I had a bowl of popcorn handy, I would be chewing intently and watching with eyes glued to the scene. As it was, I stuck with just standing there in awe.

"Well it's better than having to watch to heterosexual whores on screen getting it on in a dating movie."

"What are you some kind of queer?" Sneered Louis.

"Oh gee, no, I just like to sleep with men and frequently bring them here for lunch, because I like pretending they're women."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Well at least its all the more action than you'll ever get, you son of a b----"

"Mr. Malfoy." I said, choosing that moment to cut him off. "I don't believe this is the time nor the place. Perhaps you would like to return to your office now?" I said, sort of commanding him to. He gave me this fiery look too, and I gave him a 'help me out here' look.

"Fine."

I had a feeling, that if we were dating, I'd be getting the cold shoulder right about now.

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