Author note: If anyone is interested in my Beta for this story let me know. I've already finished writing it.
Pretty Woman(Man) chapter 2
Draco comes out of the bathroom in one of Potter's emerald green bathrobes. Draco was surprised when he saw that was green instead of gryffindor red. Draco walks down the hall to room Draco assumes is a study. He finds Potter their putting on his robes. Potter turns around when he notices someone else is in the room.
"I'll be out most of the day."
He reaches into his pocket for his money pouch. He pulls out some galleons and sickles.
"Since you didn't bring any change of clothes. I thought you might want to go out and get some. " Harry said while handing Draco the coins.
Draco's eyes go wide at the amount of money. It's been awhile since he has any extra cash to buy new clothes.
Harry scratches the back of his neck. "umm. Nothing too flashy. More Conservative. Kay?"
Draco shrugs. "It's your money."
Harry turns toward the fireplace and grabs some floo powder from the mantle. He turns around and looks at Draco. " Oh! I almost forgot. I have an important dinner tonight. Your coming as my date. I'll be back at seven to pick you up. Don't burn down the house while I'm gone. " Then he throw the floo powder in the fire, and was gone in the swirling green flames.
Draco stood in shock at Potter's parting words. "I can't go out to some dinner as Potter's date! What was he thinking!" Draco started pulling his hair while he paced back and forth. "I could just leave. It's not like we made an unbreakable vow with these arrangements. No! You're a Malfoy. Malfoy's don't get scared about dates with the savior and whoever he is planning on bringing. I'll get through this. Then with the money from this week. I'll finally get out of that dump, and get a real job. " Draco stops pacing and heads back upstairs to get dressed. After he puts back on his leather pants, shirt, and a black robe that he snags from Potter's closet. He heads back into the study, grabs some floo powder and throws it into the flames. He yells out Diagon Alley and Disappears in the flames.
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Harry stumbles out of the fireplace at Hermione's and Ron place.
"Oh. I wasn't expected you Harry. What do I owe this too?" Hermione says while walking into the living room.
"I might have done something a little rash." Harry says with a sheepish look.
"What did you do?"
"I might have brought a rent- boy back to my house and offered him six hundred galleons to stay for the week." Harry says while avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"WHAT!"
"The rent-boy is Malfoy."
"What?"
Harry looks up at Hermione. " I decided to go for a walk after the ministry function last week. While I was walking around I saw Draco and one thing lead to another, and we went to this motel and I thought that would be it. But I've been so stressed with all this stuff with the ministry, and Zach's been on my case about this deal with the ministry thing. "
"Harry! Harry. Calm down. Just sit down, and you can tell me everything one at a time. Okay." Hermione says while holding up her hands to quite him.
Harry walks over to the couch and sits down. Hermione talks the sit next to him.
" So. Why don't you start from the beginning." So Harry goes on telling her everything.' It felt good to get all that off your chest.' Harry thought to himself.
"Well. Are you thinking of starting a relationship with Draco?"
"What?" Harry looks over at Hermione.
"Well. You sound like you get along a lot better now then you did in school. It's always good to find someone who can stimulate you mentally and physically. "
"Hermione! How do you even now that we are physically compatible?"
"You did go back for a second time."
Harry scrunches his eyebrows. "It's nothing serious. After the week is up. He'll go back to home. Wherever that is. And I'll go back to doing the same thing week after week. " Harry says in a dejected voice.
"It doesn't have to be like this Harry. " Hermione pats his knee." You can do whatever you want with your life."
"I've been doing it for so long. I don't even now what I want anymore. " He drops his head. Sighs. Then starts to get up. "Thanks for listening to my whining Hermione. " Harry smiles down at Hermione.
"You know I'll always be there for you, Harry."
"I better get going. Zach wanted to meet me ages ago to talk me through the dinner tonight. " Harry walks over to the front door and waves goodbye and walks out the door.
" I hope you now what you're getting yourself into with Draco, Harry." Hermione shakes her head and gets up.
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Draco is walking down Diagon Alley. Draco can't remember the last time he walked around here. He looks into the store windows. Some woman gives him a dirty look. Draco pulls the robes closed around him. Draco stands in front of one of the posh robe stores. Draco hesitates a second and enters.
When Draco walks in, the saleswomen looks up and gives him a disapproving stare.
" May I help you?" The saleswomen says cooly.
" I'm just looking, thanks."
Draco tiptoes through the shop as if someone was going to pop out and hex him. He cautiously examines a set of silvery robes. The Saleswoman quickly comes around the counter and approaches him.
"Are you looking for something in particular?"
Draco turns to the saleswomen who is looking at him with disdain. "Yes. Something... conservative."
"Yes..."
" You have some very nice robes here."
(no reply)
Draco takes one of silver robes off the rack." How much is this?"
" I don't think it would fit you."
Draco looks at the women. Beginning to get the drift. " I didn't ask if it would fit. I asked how much it was." Draco responds in a restricted tone.
"It's very expensive."
Draco's body tenses as he stares at the Saleswoman. "Look. I have money to spend. "
"I don't think we have anything for you here." She gives Draco a glare." You're obviously in the wrong place."
Draco is speechless. He turns and stomps toward the door. He stops and spins around staring at the Saleswoman. Draco gives her the two finger salute. The woman stares at Draco in shock at his rude gesture.
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Draco storms into the house. Slamming the door behind him. He paces back and forth angrily mumbling to himself. He feels an emptiness in his stomach remembering how he used to be treated when he walked into a robe shop. He starts to hear yelling from the study. He walks over to the study, and opens the door. When he opens the door. He see's Hermione's head in the fireplace.
"Oh! Draco. Have you seen Harry?" She says while looking at him with no sneer or malice that Draco has been so used too by ex-classmates. It's a pleasant change from how he was being treated this afternoon.
" No. I haven't. He said he wasn't going to be back till seven. " Draco says while Slumping down on the chair in front of the fire. "Did Harry tell you I was staying here? "
"Yes. He came over early today and told me you were going to be staying for a week. "
Draco nods his head. 'Figures. At Hogwarts they never went anywhere with each other. no surprise they never kept secrets from each other to. '
Hermione looks at Draco with furrowed eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"
Draco's face screws up. He feels so frustrated he could cry. He didn't even care that's it's Hermione he's speaking too. "Potter invited me as his date to some dinner event. He gave me all this money to go and buy a nice dress robe, but the saleswomen refused to sell me anything. I wasn't doing anything, but they still see me as a death eater scum. All I was trying to do was get some clothes... but... they wouldn't... they made me feel like shit..." Draco just shook his head. Unable to finish what he was saying.
"Those prejudice_." Hermione mumbles to herself. "Oh! Give me a moment." Her face then leaves the flames. She appears a moment later. She's smiles eagerly."Your a size four right?"
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Harry, Zach and two goblins from Gringotts are in sitting around a table.
Goblin one, "You'll need to make Mrs. Malkin close down so you are able to buy the shop."
Zach," Yes. Once she agrees. The ministry can start construction. We see the merit in having more ways for the ministry workers to get to work and from work."
Goblin two, " Mrs. Malkin's business has been going down since these new robe stores have opened. No point in keeping alive a shop that will eventually go out of business."
Harry, "So all I need to do tonight is convince Mrs. Malkin to close shop so you guys can start construction?"
Goblin one, " Yes. Make sure you get her to sign off the rights to the property as well. "
Harry gets up and the others follow. As they walk out the door, Harry's turns toward Zach.
Harry," What time's dinner tonight?"
Zach, "Eight o'clock. Madame Malkin is bringing her son. Very bright kid, watch yourself with him. Who's this date you're taking?"
Harry, No one you'd recognize now. "
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Hermione and Draco are in Harry room. Draco is sitting in a chair in front of a vanity and Hermione is behind him brushing out his hair.
Draco leans back in the chair and closes is eyes. " It's been a long time since I've been pampered like this."
"Don't get used to it. I don't usually spend my free time styling people's hair." Hermione said while taking some of the Wizard's Sculpting mouse out of the container and smoothing it through Draco's hair.
Draco opens one eye and looks at her through the mirror. "Where did you get all this stuff anyway? I know some these brands aren't too cheap. "
"When Zach was hired by the ministry. He made Harry go out and buy all these beauty products. Everything from facial creams to hair serums. He was complete lost. So I help him with how to use which one to get the proper effect. "
"Lucky guy. "
"I guess to people who don't know Harry well you could see it that way. " Hermione wiped the excess mouse off her hands with a charmed cleaning cloth and picked up the nail file.
Draco sat up in his charm while Hermione started to file his left hand. " What do you mean?"
"Harry has never liked to being in the spotlight. He grew without much of a family. So when he got to Hogwarts he didn't know how to handle all the popularity that was pushed onto after the war he tried to hide away in his house. The ministry was having trouble getting the population to get back on their side again, so they approach Harry. He kept refusing, but I convinced him too. I guess it's partly my fault he is the way he is now. In the beginning he was doing some real good. He enjoyed helping with the rebuilding of Hogwarts and volunteering at the newly opened orphanages. He's always loved kids. He would make a great father if he every found someone he could settle own with." Hermione finished Draco's left hand and is starting to find the right.
Draco just hum's to this. Unable to think of what to say. He always has just assumed Harry loved all the attention he has received his whole life and was spoiled from infantsy.
Hermione put down the nail file after finishing his right hand. " I believe it's time for your facial." Hermione smiled down at Draco with a genuine smile. Draco couldn't seem to stop himself from smiling back with the same affection she was giving him.
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Harry enters number 12 Grimmauld place and looks around the front room. No Draco. Harry is about to walk over to the stairs to yell for Draco when Kreacher walks in from the kitchen.
"Good evening, Master Harry."
Harry looks at him blankly. " If you'll excuse me Keacher I'm looking..."
" I have a message for you from your "house guest", master."
"My what?"
"The young man staying in your room?"
Harrys eyes narrow. " I think we both know what kind of "house guest" he is."
Kreacher looks uncomfortable.
"Do you have any problem with that?" Harry questions Kreacher.
" Master Harry is the master of the house. Master can bring whom ever he chooses to bring back." Kreacher bows to Harry. "Your guest is waiting in the study."
"Thank you."
Kreacher bows while Harry walks past him to the study.
"Very intriguing young man, young master Draco is."
His tone stops Harry in his tracks.
"Have a good evening, Master." Kreacher bows once more and goes back into the kitchen.
And off he goes, leaving Harry to wonder what the hell transpired during the afternoon. Harry shakes his head and continues his destination. When Harry get's to the study he stops a moment before turning the door knob and opens the door. When he looks inside he see Draco lounging in one of his high back leather wing chairs. Reading one of his many books he said he would read when he has the time, but have yet to touch a single one. Draco looks breathtaking. His hair smoothed back with a few strands falling into his face. It looks soft. Not like he used to have it when they were in first year. His face looks relaxed and well rested. No dark circles or slight redness like he has when he saw him earlier today. His robes are a dark cobalt blue. The blue color of the robe complements the whiteness of his blonde hair and brings out the specks of blue in his cloudy grey eyes. Harry tries to hide his surprise as Draco rises, and moves elegantly towards him. He smiles over at Harry.
"You're late." Draco says when he is standing in front of Harry.
" Sor-rry. Got lost of the time. yo-you look nice. " Harry stumbles out after the long silence. Harry coughs into his hand to steady his voice.
"You're forgiven."
he waits expectantly. Harry holds out an arm. Draco takes it.
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Harry and Draco walking into The Rose and Thorn. Draco looks around at the lavish restaurant. Draco takes a breath... and then walks forward with Harry. Draco moves through the elegant dining room with natural grace. He draws a few approving stares from the other guest.
At a secluded table,Harry walks where two other diners are conversating. One, Draco doesn't recognize, is a squat like man with dark brown hair combed to the side. The there was someone Draco remembered very well, Madame Malkin.
They rise when the notice their presence. Harry holds out a chair for Draco. Surprised, Draco nods his thanks and takes a sit before Harry takes the sit next to his. On the other side of Draco sits Mrs. Malkins. She smiles over at Draco and he returns it with an awkward smile of his own. Harry introduces them to the two other guest. Mr. Malkins nods at the both of them.
Mrs. Malkin looks over at Draco when he nods over at her in greeting.
"I remember you. "
Draco tenses.
"You used to come to my shop for your school robes. You sure have grown up into a handsome young man. " She smiles over at Draco who blushes at the compliment. "Thank you."
The Waiter comes over and places down two menu's for Draco and Harry. draco opens his menu and notices that it's all in french. 'Lucky father pushed all those French lessons on me when I was younger,' Draco thinks to himself. He looks over the choices, and then puts down the menu when he makes his decision on what to order. When the waiter returns Draco recites his order in perfect French, and hands the waiter back his menu. The other three guest look up at him in surprise.
"I didn't know you could speak French."
Draco looks over at Harry. " My father's side of the family comes from a long line of French decent. He made me learn it when I was younger. " Draco takes his napkin and puts it on his lap.
"Sounds nice." Harry says while a bit of color stains the top of his cheekbones.
Draco leans over to Harry when he notices the other two guest are talking to one other. Not listening to what they are saying to one other. Draco leans into Harry's ear and whispers, "Later tonight I could speak some more for you if you'd like Monsieu." Harry's blush darkens and he pulls his collar a bit. "Th-that would b-be nice. " Harry stumbles out in a whisper back.
The waiter comes back and places a delicate salad down in front of each of them. Draco reaches for his salad fork and starts eating while Harry and Mr. Malkin start discussing business.
Mr. Malkin, "So Mr. Potter. Your planning to close down my mothers shop?" says to Harry with a bit of a glare.
The abruptness of the question takes Harry back for a moment. But then he smiles over at Mr. Malkin.
Harry, "Mister Malkin. All i want is to discuse if Mrs .Malkin might consider early retirement so the ministry can open up their new entrance. "
"The Malkin family has been in business at that location for centuries. I'm sure there are plenty of other locations that would work just fine. "
The waiter comes back to the table and takes away their salads.
"The ministry has nothing against your family. We just find that your shop is in the most convent place for people to come and go from work. " Harry states with a neutral tone.
The waiter comes back over with the second course. Escargot are put down in front of everyone. Draco picks up the tongs that waiter has brought and picks up a snail. Draco then get's bumped from behind, and snail flys across the table. The other dinner guest looks over at Draco in surprise. Draco blushes. "Slippery little buggers..."
"I've always had a problem with them too. " Mrs. Malkin says while smiling over at Draco. Draco smiles back at her.
Harry looks over at Draco seeing him all flustered. Harry finds it endearing.
"Look. at the rate your sales have been going down. Your shop won't be in business much longer. "
Mr. Malkin looks up at Harry with anger. "What. You have spy's watching my mothers income now?"
Harry sighs and puts don his tongs. " You've got to understand that times have changed. With all the new high-end robe shops and new muggle trending shops opening up in Diagon alley. Small family owned business like yours just doesn't fit in this new market anymore. "
Mr. Malkin rises in his seat.
" If you'll excuse me mister Malfoy." Mr. Malkin bows to Draco then turns to Harry. " People in my family have built this community to what is today. My mother my not have business like she use to. But she is still loved by the community, and her regular costumers will be very disappointed that the ministry ran her out of business.
Mr. Malkin then walks away from the table.
Harry is silent.
Madame Malkin rises in her chair as well.
Harry turns to her." We can reach an understanding on this."
" I don't think so. You should know we're going to fight you with every resource we have. I won't be taken down so easily."
"Do what you have to do. I don't take it personally."
" I do. I take it all very personally. You don't seem to be the same boy who used to visit my shop for your school fitting almost every year. " Mrs. Malkin turns to Draco. "It's been very nice seeing you agin, Draco. I hope to see you again in the near future. If you'll excuse me. "
Draco gets up abruptly and pulls the chair from behind Mrs. Malkin. Mrs. Malkin smiles at Draco. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." Draco says and pushes back in the chair. Malkin bids them farewell and walks out.
Harry sits in silence.
Draco, " Some game. Screwin' some poor old witch into early retirement."
Harry says nothing. But Draco can see he's hit a nerve. A Waiter appears at the table.
" Are we ready for the next course, sir?"
"No. Bring the check, please."
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Harry's face is pensive and thoughtful as he stares out of the glass window into the backyard. The garden is overgrow and covered in weeds. Harry made plans years ago to clean it up so he would be able to put a picnic table out there so in hot nights him and his friends could have a nice dinner under the stars. He quickly drains his glass of firewhiskey. Draco moves to stand next to refills his glass from the bottle. " Thank you."
He drinks. Silence.
" You're upset, huh?"
" Upset. No. I never get upset about business."
" You like her though."
" Whether I liked her or not is irrelevant. It's business. There's no emotion involved in business. You should now that from your own career choice." Harry winces at that last comment. He didn't mean to bring up Draco's new life as a rent-boy.
"I guess your right. We're the exactly the same. Pansy always keeps telling me don't get emotional when you turn tricks - that's why no kissing - it's too personal." Draco pours more firewhiskey into his own glass and takes a big gulp. "The key is like you're saying, stay numb, don't get involved. when I'm with a guy. I act like I'm under imperius curse, I just do it. " Draco realizing what he's saying and quickly recovers." Except with you. At your price I give my all..."
Harry laughs."Nice save." He takes other sip.
" Let's not talks about this heavy stuff. Come on, relax."
Draco comes up behind him. He begins to rub his shoulders.
Harry groans." Thats... very nice."
A moment. Harry is silent. Turns him, unbuttons his collar.
Draco puts down his glass and takes Harry's out of his hand and puts it down as well." Know what we're gonna do in a little while then? We're gonna call Kreacher and have him make some dinner since we didn't get to eat yet. We're gonna eat it in bed, and watch something on that big black box you call a Telesection."
Harry, " Television."
Draco waves his hand. "Whatever." Harry laughs. Harry starts to turn toward the door." I can't. I have work to do."
"Uh-uh. No work." Smiling, he softly kisses Harry throat. See... what you haven't figured out yet...Potter." Draco kissed his neck." Is that while you're the boss everyplace else... I'm the one in charge here."Draco opens Harry's shirt. kissing his chest." You... just think you are."
"Harry."
"What?"Draco looks at Harry's face.
"Call me Harry."
Draco starts to kneel down. "Harry." Harry stops him. They stare at one another for a moment. Harry releases him. Draco smiles. He starts to undress him.