I wish I owned… I don't so bugger off.

Chapter 2

"Draco darling, you look so distant. Is there something wrong?"

Nina and Draco were sitting at Marvell's for over an hour, just having lunch. It was normal Wednesday afternoon so there weren't a lot of people at the restaurant.

Draco wasn't the talkative type of person. He enjoyed staying with a person, thinking. Well at least in his private live.

"No, no I'm fine. I was just thinking about Bennington and today's meeting. I still don't know what I'm going to use for excuse."

"Excuse for what?"

"Oh well, your dear cousin and his friend Kai were late again for 2 and a half hours so they couldn't finish the shooting for next month's Vogue. Now Bennington if blaming me, saying I don't take care of my people well"

Nina sighed. "I still don't know why you're bothering with this job. You are wanted at every magazine Draco. Why are you still denying and working on your own? Working for someone would be so much easier and I think you know that. You're starting to become a workaholic."

He knew what people were saying behind his back, about proving his point with succeeding on his own. But even though he spent most of his time working and designing he couldn't deny the fact that he loved his job. He loved the way elevator announced he arrived at his office, he loved his view, he loved the smell of coffee in the morning, hell he even liked the way his phone was always ringing.

He succeeded on his own and no one could blame him for that.

"You know how I feel about my work Nina. I love it and I always will. I want Malfoy & co. on every card with my phone number.

Anyway, I should be get going. Don't want to be late. I'm just gonna go to the restroom first and then we can go."

He slowly got up from his chair and went, but just as he tried to close the door someone roughly pushed him inside.

"Hey! Wha.."

It was Nina. She was pinning him to the wall, holding his hands, so he couldn't move. Well he could, but she knew he won't be putting up a fight, not today.

"You just seemed so stressed and tensed, I know what'll help you." She was saying that in sort of lustful manner as she stroked him through his jeans.

"No, wait! We can't do this here, someone will come and then.."

She looked at him playfully and with a loud "snap" the doors were locked. Kissing, licking and biting she made a way towards the ground. Not bothering about his shirt she unfastened his belt and slowly started to massage his manhood.

There were many ways that could turn Draco on and this was definitely one of them.

After a few moments she took him in his mouth. It wasn't that Draco didn't like blow jobs, but this one, despite the fact that it was taking place in a public toilette, was normally remarkable, nothing too marvelous about it.

He came with a soft moan and it was over as soon as it started.

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"And I still don't understand what are you thinking Mr. Malfoy, or so to say better, what were you thinking. I know you for a very long time and you have always done a great job, but seriously, you need to keep an eye on your people."

This was going on for about half on hour and it was hell for Draco. He kept assuring things but the more he told, the more he felt like he was a explaining unexplainable to someone who didn't give a flying fuck about things. Thank lord for people who invented hypocrisy.

"George I'm sure you don't know a lot about my job, but I sure know a lot about yours. We're both graphic designers right? And I know that your job is to make something beautiful, in this case the magazine. You need to gather all of the nice pictures, good looking models, and articles about fashion, so let me tell you something, those are only tools that are keeping your job alive. I must collect those tools and make them look pretty for you. And pretty things are young nowadays so I can't blame them if they had a teenage hormonal outburst, I can't fire them for that. I'm sure you'll understand."

It's interesting how stating the obvious can destroy someone without a mess. Draco knew that.

"Yes well I'm sure you'll be more careful next time, but do tell Liam that I'm sorry for yesterday's outburst."

"Of course I will. I think he'll be glad to know that you're sorry in some sort of way. I don't know what you said to him on the phone but for a moment he looked like he may faint. Was it his job or life, I don't know but I sincerely recommend myself to you. I wish I knew something that terrifies teenagers so much."

He laughed slightly. It's a good sign if George didn't mentally destroy you when you were attending one of his meetings, Draco didn't know how making him laugh qualifies.

"I sure will Draco I sure will. Oh, there's one more thing I needed you to talk about. It's about the new model that arrived today."

"Mhm, yes I know, Harry Potter right?"

"That would be him yes. Well you know how we need to check up all of the models that come? My secretary looked up for him and it seems he's not appropriate."

Inappropriate?

How he hated when people interfered with his plans, in this case with his staff. He lost almost every good looking guy or girl just because they were inappropriate. Seriously, how can you judge a person just because someone didn't have a perfect childhood or just because his or her mother was a drunk. What was wrong this time?

Draco raised an eyebrow. "He's not appropriate? And what, may I ask is wrong this time?"

"Well it seems that a few years ago he had an incident with drug dealers and was arrested. He had to spend six months in prison… I think."

"Oh, well I'm sure I can take care of my people by myself. I haven't really met him, but I was just on my way. If he really is inappropriate I'll let you know and we'll have this conversation again sometime soon."

"B..bu...but…"

"I really don't care what you think George, but I think you should know this. What makes you think you can judge who can work for me and who can't? Don't interfere. It is not a threat, but you should know that I'm not a pleasant man."

With that he walked out of his office, spinning a chair on his way out.

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"Draco thank God you're back!" Melanie sure looked like she needed some help. And that didn't happen too often.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

The look number one (Are you stupid or are you just playing a moron?) "Is there something wrong, IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG? You are the most irresponsible person alive! Now I know why you left so quickly, you have sent us an animal!"

There weren't a lot of problems at Malfoy & co. mainly because there were capable people hired and riots like this didn't occur a lot of times.

"Look I don't know what you are talking about, really." Draco said with pleading eyes.

Seriously, sometimes you couldn't tell who works for whom.

"One word Mr. Malfoy, I have only one word for you. POTTER!"

"What did he do?" Draco asked quickly, ignoring the starring that was coming form other offices.

"Why don't you ask him by yourself, boss." She spat venomously and stormed out of the hallway.

Draco slowly and carefully opened his office door only to find no one there. The window was slightly opened and light breeze was blowing through.

It was night time and the view was beautiful. Sometimes he thought there wasn't anything like this, perfect. Night united with small stars and lights. Yes…it truly was beautiful.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Draco winced slightly. "Yes it is." He didn't looked who was he talking to. After a short pause he said: "I could stand here for hours, you know, just waiting for life to pass by."

He hard footsteps behind him and noticed that the person was standing near him.

Harry didn't seem to have anything to say. He was quietly starring through the window, obscuring and remembering every detail of the night's view.

"I herd you made quite a mess?"

Draco still didn't turn towards him, but he felt the person stiffen anyway.

"I'm sorry?"

"This afternoon, when I sent Jamie to…"

"Oh, that…well they just wouldn't stop touching me."

Draco smirked. "Wouldn't stop touching you, what were you expecting, this is a fashion company?"

"I know, but I have a touching problem. I don't like people touching me…much"

"Ok, so please enlighten me. How did you expect working for a fashion company function? I know there aren't a lot of male models, but if you don't want people touching you then I don't see a reason why shouldn't you just…"

Draco slowly turned around and looked at the person he was talking to for the past two minutes.

His eyes widened in shock, his jaw slightly falling open. He hungrily took in every inch of Harry Potter with his eyes. He was seeing, but he didn't believe. This had to be some sort of hallucination. Was he high? How had this happened?

He was wearing black baggy pants, but the looked so damn loose you could just expect them to fall down. There was a belt with studs and a grey T shirt over his body. His body damn…Thank God the shirt was too tight, because if it wasn't you could not see the perfect body. Every muscle was perfectly shaped like it was created by some sort of beauty god.

Draco slowly lifted his eyes, to look at the other person's face.

His eyes were so… they were so dark. You couldn't see a refection of yourself in them. They were so full of life, pain, love you were supposed to know what he had gone through.

His face had strong and beautiful features and his hair was dark, cutely messed up.

You know when you see a movie, a romantic or drama one. There's always a moment when two people meet. Moment when you realize for the first time they were meant to be together, moment when you mentally put the two and two together, noticing that they burn for each other.

Well this wasn't one of them.

Harry smirked to himself. He knew he made an effect on people and he was used to it. He didn't like the way people were starring at him, but he couldn't do anything.

He liked the way Mr. Malfoy was looking at him now.

"So Mr. Malfoy… Am I fired or I have something you require?"

So he liked to play, well we'll just have to join him. "You certainly do Harry Potter, you certainly do. What do you say we have a drink and discuss this problem of yours?"

"Fine."

Draco looked at him weirdly; he didn't seem the type that liked to talk about himself much. "What will you have, whisky or something else?"

"I'll have a soda Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh, so you don't drink. That's fine too. I had a grand father who was a drunk so I respect every person who gives up smoking and drinking." He smiled slightly.

"No, it's not that… I'm only 17"

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