Chapter Five


Draco just sat there and enjoyed as his boyfriend took charge and set his revenge in motion. It was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

"Draco? Draco! Earth to Draco!"

"What? Harry?"

Harry cracked up but had to hold his side when it twinged. "Draco I've been trying to get your attention. Are you ok?"

"Yes, yes, fine. Sorry, what's up?"

"The doctor just left. He said I could check myself out as soon as my bodyguards arrive. They're going to join us here and basically follow us around for the rest of the day. I'm actually glad they're going to be at Harrods with us. The news that I'm coming in is probably already spreading. I hope there won't be too many fans, but I'm not holding my breath. The clerks probably sent out mass texts or tweeted it or something else ridiculous." He grimaced as he looked down at the gown he'd been forced to don for the x-ray. "I had the manager open an account for us so we should be set on that at least."

"I get that we can't go back and get our bags just yet, but what exactly do you have in mind for us to buy?"

"Well, we're definitely going to need tuxes for tomorrow. We should get a new outfit for after the wedding and we will probably need something to wear the day after just in case. I'm in the mood to shop though, so we'll probably end up getting more than we actually need. I'll probably need your help trying on the clothes too." Harry grinned at that. "I'm still quite sore from earlier."

"Are you now? Sore? Really? I see. I guess I'll just have to kiss the bruises to help them feel better."

He was just leaning down to follow through when a knock sounded on the door.

"Sirs, may we come in?"

Heads turning to the doorway, Harry glanced over at Draco and shrugged.

"Of course, come in please. I'm Harry Potter, also known as William Jameson, and this is my boyfriend Draco Malfoy."

The two entered and went to stand near the foot of the bed.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy. I'm Detective Inspector Neville Longbottom and this is PC Ronald Weasley. We'll be accompanying you this afternoon."

"Draco, will you fill them in for me? I need to go to the loo and get back into some real clothes." He reached over to the stack of clothing on the table next to him and gathered them up into a ball.

"Sure, um, do you need help walking over there?"

"Thanks, but I've got it. Just tell them what's going on please."

Harry got out of the bed and sort of backed over towards the loo. He really really hated hospital gowns! He took a quick look down and turned bright red. How embarrassing.

Draco chuckled and the other two men started smiling.

He entered the small room and reached behind himself to undo the flimsy strings holding the offending garment in place. As the gown came off, he gasped. Vernon's kicks had done a real number on him. The skin was swollen and already starting to turn various shades of purple. He hadn't been this badly bruised in ages. He'd need to stop at the Chemist after they arrived at Harrods. Hopefully they'd have some Arnica Cream he could rub into the injuries. He'd want to pick up some Arnica Montana tablets as well. He loved homeopathy. His psychologist had been into natural remedies rather than traditional medicines and he'd taken to it like a duck to water.

As he dressed he reflected on the day up to this point. It had, most certainly, been full of surprises of both the good and bad variety. He preferred to think of the good, but he'd need Draco's help later ironing out the details of what he would and wouldn't be telling reporters over the next few days if things went down the way he thought they would. Talking about his childhood was going to be a trying experience and having it broadcast to the world was going to be even more difficult. At least he had other bits of dirt on everyone that would hopefully take the spotlight off of him for at least a little while. Being the Servant certainly allowed you to hear things that you weren't supposed to hear.


In the end, Harry had spent over ten thousand pounds on new outfits for both himself and Draco. They'd gone to the Armani shop first and picked out everything they would need from undergarments to their new top hats. Draco had never worn a top hat before and felt a bit ridiculous, but Harry just laughed. "At least we're not getting canes!"

The most expensive pieces had, of course, been the Armani Tuxedos Harry had insisted they buy for the wedding. Harrods had gone to great lengths to help them out and the two best tailors on staff were called in to do rush fittings. They set their entire team of seamstress working on the outfits to have them complete and ready to go within the next few hours. A minor miracle in Harry's opinion. They were good.

Their second stop had been at the Jameson Department. Harry had never actually set foot into this particular branch of his company and he was suitably impressed. It was just down the hall from the Armani store, but it was on the edge of the building allowing for natural light to highlight the clothing and art set purposefully around the floor. The store boasted both men's and women's fashions but tended towards the high end of things. His more reasonably priced clothes were sold at stores like Macy's.

As soon as they walked in, they were surrounded by staff and customers alike, all wanting to meet the famous designer. Harry was back in his element though and, holding his head high, took everything in stride while smiling, waving and answering questions. The bodyguards hadn't had much to do but keep people at arm length. William was injured and couldn't really be shaking hands and kissing babies after all.

He knew exactly what he wanted to pick out for himself and for Draco. The best part of all this was that he'd be able to see Draco in his designs. That would be a treat. They headed back to the fitting rooms and began trying on the stack of clothing. Draco had grabbed a few other pieces while Harry was busy entertaining fans and was looking forward to showing his boyfriend just how good he could make Jameson's designs look.

In that moment, Draco decided to do something a bit spontaneous. He went over to Longbottom and Weasley and asked them to keep the fans out of the dressing rooms for a while. He got Harry to come out of his cubicle and sit in a chair at the end of the hall. He then proceeded to give a mini fashion show, trying things on and showing off for the other man. They had a really great time goofing off and Harry was mentally drooling a bit every time Draco came out. He was going to have to convince Draco to come model for him for real. They didn't remember that there were security cameras littered around the store at that moment and Draco would actually blush when he came to find out that the impromptu fashion show had been uploaded to YouTube and gotten over a million hits within the first few hours.

"You're really amazing as a model Draco. Have you ever done modeling before?"

"Never, I thought about it a few times but never really took the idea seriously. Why?"

"Because my clothes fit you better than almost any other model I've ever seen. Give it some thought will you? Modeling could be something you'll be really good at. I certainly want to see more! Can we do a photo shoot or something when we get back to New York? I can already imagine you in some of the new clothes I'm designing for fashion week next year."

Draco stopped in his tracks and then grinned. "Sure. I'd love to. We can talk about it later though, let's bag these clothes and keep shopping. You wanted to go to the Chemist right? Do you want to stop at any other stores? I'd actually like to go get some dinner too before we leave."

Harry laughed and nodded.

They had the clothes wrapped up for them and then, gathering up the bags they realised they were going to have a bit of a problem.

"I can't force you to carry everything Draco!"

"You're not forcing me to do anything, but you're right. The bags are going to get heavy really quickly and we still have more places to go. Hmmm..."

He turned to the sales clerk. "Do you deliver packages to patron's hotels?"

"Yes sir. We can do that for you. It's not a usual service, but for you of course!"

"Harry, we're going to need to stay at a hotel tonight anyways. Do you have any preferences? I can make some calls and get us a room."

"Hmm, let me give you the information from our cancelled reservation. Just give my name to the person who answers and they'll take care of everything."

"Can do."

Harry pulled out his cell phone and handed it over to the blonde.

He heard a very quiet "Thank you for calling The Savoy, how may I help you?" and turned back towards the store manager.

"I love what you've done with the store. Thank you. After Draco is done getting our reservation set up will you please have the bags sent over to the hotel for us?"

"Yes sir. Of course."

"We'll ask the manager over at Armani to bring the clothes we ordered here when they finish tailoring them. You can just have everything taken to the hotel after that."


The late afternoon shopping and the arnica had been exactly what Harry needed to feel better. Dinner had been wonderful, and for the first time since they'd met, Draco paid. He'd decided that if this relationship was going to be real, he'd need to cancel the contract between them and return the money he'd been paid for the service. Harry accepted the end of the contract but refused the money. Draco had come with him as a job and he deserved to keep what he'd earned over the last few days. Draco gave in and just chuckled.

"All right, you win. But you have no say on how I spend the money right? Well, you're just going to have to let your credit card go on vacation for a while because I'm covering dinner and the hotel tonight at the very least. You can start paying for things again tomorrow but we're going to be handling things equally from here on."

Harry had tried to protest but Draco kissed him and kept repeating the kiss until Harry caught on that his boyfriend wasn't going to let him speak. He also caught on that he'd receive kisses every time he tried. That led to Harry purposefully making noises of protest just to get Draco to kiss him. The waitress and other diners though they were adorable.

Now they were checking into the Savoy. The manager had bent over backwards to help them and had assigned them a large suite so that the bodyguards could have a room as well. Weasley and Longbottom had said their goodnight's and been replaced by two new guards that would be spending the night. The bags from their shopping spree were laid out around the sitting room and a nice basket of snacks and wine was on the table.

They put their purchases away quickly and Harry collapsed onto the bed with a large grin. Draco got a gleam in his eye while he watched Harry try to get comfortable. He smiled to himself and sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"We never got to finish what we started at the hospital, Harry. I owe your bruises a few kisses." Harry chuckled and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath in to center himself.

"Hey, can I be really selfish for a little while?"

"Of course you can." Draco said leaning back and turning on his side.

"Can I want you? Can I want you right now?" Draco smiled and nodded.

"Absolutely. How do you want me though?"

"I want you just as you are. I want you to want me too." Draco grinned and leaned over to kiss Harry. Harry responded and opened his mouth to let the gentle tongue in and slowly moved his own tongue to meet Draco's. Harry wrapped one arm around Draco and pulled him a little closer. Draco shifted until he was leaning his torso over Harry's. The kiss broke and Harry lay panting beneath Draco.

"I want… all of you. Please Draco." Draco nodded and smiled again kissing Harry. They kissed a while longer before Draco motioned for Harry to move a little further up the bed. Harry shimmied up the mattress and winced slightly holding the painful bruise on his side. Draco gave him a sympathetic look and crawled up the bed straddling Harry's legs. He reached down and slowly opened the buttons of Harry's shirt from the bottom upwards. When Draco reached the top he leaned in and kissed Harry again before sweeping his hands across Harry's chest and moving the shirt out of the way. Draco looked down at the angry black and purple bruises and leaned down to let his lips brush them lightly. Harry hissed as he tensed his stomach muscles instinctively. He kissed the bruises again and looked at the other man.

"I love your body Harry. I really do." Draco didn't give him the chance to speak as he leaned down and kissed Harry hard, eliciting a moan from the younger man. Draco didn't know how it happened but he managed to get Harry's top off and then threw his own away. Harry rested his hands on Draco's waist before gently brushing them up Draco's front, fiddling lightly and gently with the white blonde hair he found there.

"I don't have that. I'm really jealous." Harry admitted looking up at Draco who laughed lightly and kissed Harry's bare, hairless chest.

"You don't need it, you look wonderful as you are." Harry hummed and Draco slowly started undoing Harry's belt. Harry wriggled nervously on the bed and Draco leaned down and kissed him gently ever mindful of Harry's bruises. "Trust me."

"I do." Draco grinned.


They lay relaxing on the bed still breathing heavily with their eyes staring up at the ceiling. Harry had one thigh over Draco's waist and Draco had his arm wrapped around Harry. Both of their faces were flushed and their lips were curled into soft smiles.

"Hmm." Harry hummed contentedly. Draco gave a laugh but hummed in reply and tightened his grip. Harry let his head rest on Draco's chest and turned his gaze from the ceiling to look at the blonde hair on his lover's chest. Sighing with a smile, Harry let his hand caress the hair and twist it occasionally.

"We need to go to sleep Harry."

"Mm." Harry agreed, making Draco smile to himself and shake his head slightly. Tenderly he raised a hand and ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" Draco asked still stroking Harry's hair. He felt Harry shrug.

"So long as you're my pillow I don't care."

"Hmm. And what if I want you as my pillow eh?"

"Tomorrow. Now it's my turn." Draco really did laugh then and Harry smiled against his chest. Draco tugged Harry up so they lay facing each other on their sides with one of Harry's legs still over Draco's.

"Sleep now. We have a wedding to go to tomorrow afternoon and a lot of planning to do beforehand. Revenge is going to be sweet." Harry smiled a sad sort of smile and leaned in to give Draco a brief kiss. Draco watched as Harry slowly let his eyelids droop and fall asleep. Not long afterwards Draco followed his lover to the land of Morpheus.


The following morning the pair woke up around seven, got out of bed, brushed their teeth and then Draco managed to persuade Harry to share his shower. When they both emerged from the bathroom they had red cheeks and smiles, Draco's more of a grin.

They were surprised when the phone rang. It was the Commissioner. He'd decided that because of the situation, he would be assigning four guards to Harry and Draco at the Wedding just in case. Longbottom and Weasley would be going in plain-clothes to act as backup while Crabbe and Goyle would be meeting them, in uniform, just outside the church. Thanking the man, the two grinned at each other and smirked. They ordered up room service and got down to some real planning. Yes, revenge would be sweet.

"Ok Harry, I know this is going to be difficult, but can you tell me about your childhood? We can set up the voice to text recorder on your tablet and have it transcribe things so you don't have to go over events too many times. Then you should tell me about any other dirty little secrets you're privy to. Anything that they don't want the world to know."

"Yeah. Yeah. I can do this. Let's do this. We can edit the document when we're done and just hand it out to reporters to have a field day with. The police won't be able to do anything about my past at this point, but maybe some of the other things Vernon has done will come back to bite him in the ass."

Harry brought up the correct program, did a few tests and grabbed onto Draco's hand. He would need the support.

As he recounted the horrors of his past he felt lighter and lighter, like a weight he'd been carrying was lifting off his shoulders with every word he spoke. Talking with the psychiatrist had helped, but this was something completely different.

"I told you before that I was the cook and maid right? Well, being the maid allows for a certain level of invisibility. When I was working around the house, the others generally ignored me and just carried on with their days. Occasionally I would overhear Vernon on the phone with people. Most conversations were regular and legal, but every once in a while I would catch the end of a conversation on how to hide a second accounting book from the government. I will freely admit, to you and the press, that I don't have any proof of Vernon's back-room dealings, but I do know that if the right people were to look, they would find a lot of damning evidence. I also know that a company is threatening to file a suit against Grunnings for product patent infringement and he's trying to pay them off. I overheard him talking with one of his VP's at the bachelor party. Not to mention his huge anger management issue. Did you know he was arrested a few years ago for going off on an employee?"

"Dudley is also in a bit of trouble at the moment. You know how he's being groomed to take over the company in a few years? Well Dear old Uncle Vernon decided he was ready to be a Vice President earlier this year and started assigning him higher profile clients. Well, at the country club I found out that he was in trouble for not divulging relevant info upon which a huge decision was made. It's grounds for fraud in a suit and the client saw him playing tennis instead of fixing the problem. If the CEO's son is found guilty of fraud the company is going to take a huge hit. The fact that he was arrested for indecent exposure and drug use while in University will hurt as well. That was covered up fairly quickly, but I heard about it from Tommy."

"Aunt Petunia, while being an utter bitch, hasn't done anything illegal, save for child abuse, to my knowledge. What she is, is a gambler and an alcoholic. She started drinking long before Dudley was born and hasn't stopped. Her gambling started around the same time and honestly, I can't believe how lucky she is. She's one of the only gambler's I've ever met to not piss the family fortune away. Vernon knows about her little problem and sets aside a monthly stipend for her use. She actually makes money occasionally. Most of her social circle doesn't know however. She prefers going to places where she won't be recognized for her gambling and I think it would really shock her friends to find out what she's been doing in her free time.

"What about Tommy and Rose? Do you know about any of their secrets?"

"I'm not sure I should talk about Tommy and Rose. They're my blood siblings. I know they're bullies and horrible people, but still..."

"I'm not going to force you, but take a minute and think about it. You're already burning bridges with the Dursley's do you really want to protect those two?"

Harry looked out the window and thought.

"Tommy should have protected me and been my big brother. Instead he chose to participate in the bullying and abuse that the others heaped on me. That's probably enough for people to start looking at him in a bit of a different light." He sighed. "Rose on the other hand... I think she might be a sadist or a psychopath or something. The way she treats me and then goes on to treat the other people around her? It just doesn't make sense. She has so many friends; just look at the size of her wedding party and the guest list! But she really lets her cruel side out to play when I enter the equation. Her two faces are really pronounced. If we could catch her in a moment of cruelty that would be the best. Let people see her for who she really is. If we can set her off at the wedding, there will be tonnes of cameras rolling too."

"I'm sure there are other things that all of them would want to keep locked behind steel doors, but I'll let the reporters do the digging. I don't really want to have to think about them ever again after this is over."

Harry squeezed the hand he was still holding. "Is that enough? I don't think I can talk anymore. I need some water and we should eat that delicious smelling breakfast waiting for us in the other room. We should probably check on the bodyguards too. See if they need anything." He stopped and before letting go he grimaced a bit. "You know, even though I really want this to happen, none of it will actually be set in motion if my family behaves today. If they just spend the afternoon and evening dancing and partying, we won't have a public reason to use any of the information we've put together."

"That's true, but do you really think, from their history, that they'll be able to resist having some kind of go at you?"

"No... probably not. Well, let's just take things in stride and see how they go. It will be an interesting event either way."

While Harry had been talking the guards had finished eating their own breakfasts and were reading in the other room. They would be switching out with Longbottom and Weasley around nine.

"Let's eat and then go through this and turn it into something that reads like a press release with relevant bullet points and enough teasing hints of misbehavior that the reporters won't be able to resist digging farther."

It took them until just before lunch to make sure that the document was going to do everything they wanted it to do. They'd asked Ron and Neville to read it over and make any suggestions that would improve things and both Draco and Harry had gone over it with a fine tooth comb. After the two officers had arrived that morning, they had requested that they be called by their first names.

As they ordered up some lunch, Harry asked Ron and Neville to join them.

Ron just couldn't hold in something that had been running through his head since he met the pair. "William, or rather, Harry? How long have you two been together? How did you meet? I hate to admit it, but my sister is in your fan club here in England and she never shuts up about you. Gin is a bit obsessive. I hadn't heard from her that you were dating anyone so I'm just surprised."

They looked at each other and made a decision but Draco was the one who spoke.

"Harry was my last client as an Escort. I'm leaving the business but he found me online and hired me to come to the wedding with him."

"Oh! Ok then, that's cool. You should really put something about that in the press release though. Having your relationship come out to the public is inevitable, but you can control the way it's talked about. If you paint Draco in the right light, no one will even blink at his past. It's better in the long run right? Not having skeletons in your closet? No one can use the information against you then."

"I hadn't thought about it that way. Ok. Let's work that into the document after we eat."


Before they knew it, it was time for them to dress for the Wedding. They opened up their wardrobe and pulled out the crisp, pressed Armani suits that they were going to wear. After putting them on they stood in front of the full length mirror and made sure that everything was perfect.

As they were walking out the door, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him in for another kiss.

"Are you ready for this? We could always go back to the other room and I could strip you out of that fine suit you have on. Your birthday suit is even better."

When Harry just cracked up, Draco knew he'd succeeded in breaking Harry out of the mood he was threatening to fall into. He smirked.

"Oh... My... Where did you hear that one? It was terrible! I can't believe you actually just said that!" Tears of mirth started to fall, but he took a few deep breaths and... nope. He cracked up again. "Ow, Ow, Ow. Hurting. Laughing hurts. Ow, but I needed that!"

Both smiling, they joined the bodyguards in the hallway and headed downstairs.

As Harry and Draco climbed into their sports car, Ron and Neville got into their cruiser. They would be going separate ways from here and only acknowledge each other when necessary.

"Well, we're all set. We have some bodyguards for you and two top reporters happy to write down the events of the day. They've spread the word and there will be even more members of the press present at the reception. We have printouts of our statements and an email ready to send out later tonight. I think you are safe from your family and they are all about to have a very large wake up call to just how influential, rich and loved you actually are."

"Hmm." The hummed agreement was weaker than normal so Draco resorted to desperate measures to get Harry to lighten up. Draco placed a soft kiss on Harry's neck and Harry immediately stiffened and yelped slightly. Draco smirked against Harry's neck and delivered a harder kiss to the tanned soft skin before licking and nibbling. It had the desired effect, Harry relaxed incredibly and moaned.

"Draco…" Harry moaned out trying to get the blonde to stop before they both messed up their clothing.

"Shh." Draco turned Harry around to face him and claimed the raven haired man's lips. The heated kiss drew all Harry's thoughts firmly away from his family.

"Ok... Ok. No, wait... Yes, right there. No, we don't have time for this. Buckle in and let me get the car started. We have to go."


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