Pretty Man chapter 3
Author note: I want to give thanks to my beta IntenslyHonest. Thanks also to all the people following my story:)
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Draco was asleep. He turned over, slowly waking. His hand went out to touch Harry and encounters nothing but empty bed. He came awake with a sudden start. He looked around, momentarily frightened, not remembering where he was. Sighing with relief, he lies back down.
"Wake up. Time to get you some new clothes."
Harry came out of the bathroom and moved toward the bed. He begins to button up his robes. Draco sits up and buttons it for him. Harry smiles at him. "I still don't understand why you only bought one robe."
"It wasn't as much fun as it used to be."
"Why not?" Harry asked as he walked away from Draco to get his shoes.
"Well, you know those cold bitches that work in those stores and try to intimidate you? It works."
Harry looked over at Draco. "Was someone rude to you?"
"I had a little problem in one store. Its not like I'm not used to it. Being a former Death eater and all." Draco waved his hand, trying not to sound hurt by their actions. "Maybe I'll just floo Granger. She didn't seem to mind me."
Harry looks at Draco in surprise. "Hermione? When did you see her?"
"When you were out yesterday afternoon. She floo called for you. I told her my little problem of getting a hold of some dress robes for the dinner, and she came over and helped with everything. "
"Oh." 'I'll have to floo Hermione later and thank her for that.' Harry thought to himself. "You still shouldn't be treated like that. The war has been over for years. It's not like you had much a choice either." Draco sat up in surprise. Harry continued talking, unaware of Draco's sudden change. "You belong here as much as everyone else. They're the ones who are wrong for treating you like that. Not you."
Harry sat down on the bed. He puts Draco's chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "The next time someone is rude to you, they will have to deal with me." Draco gives Harry a shy smile, beaming inside about Harry protectiveness. "So, willing to go out again?"
"Alright."
"Brilliant." Harry moves to get up from the bed, but Draco stops him. He looks him in the eye. "Come with me?"
Harry looks over at the clock on the wall. Draco puts his hand on Harry and clutches gently. He looks down at their hands then back at Draco's face.
"Please." Draco pleads.
Unable to refuse him, Harry nods his head. He knew he made the right decision when he received a big grin in response.
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Harry and Draco were walking down Diagon alley. Draco was sticking rather close to Harry as he noticed the crowd around them staring openly in shock at them. "Everyone's looking at us."
"Ignore them."
"I don't like it." Draco said, pouting a little. " The stores won't appreciate this."
"They can just sod off. All they should care about is getting paid." Harry opens a door to one of the robe shops. " After you." He gives a slight bow.
Draco shakes his head at Harry's antics and walks in, followed closely by Harry. When they walk into the store Draco feels Harry put his hand on his lower back. He leads them to one of the sales clerks on the floor. The clerk looks up when he notices them walking towards him.
"Oh! Mister Potter sir. How nice to see you in our shop. What can I help you with today?" The clerk asks while shaking Harrys hand. He gives a firm shake in return. "Hello. Actually, I'm here today with a friend of mine." Harry pushes Draco forward, causing the clerk to notice him for the first time. "My friend here, Mr. Malfoy, is in need of a full wardrobe. Everything. So you might want to call in a few more sales clerks." Harry says, grinning at the man.
"Right away sir! If you would come with me, Mr. Malfoy we can get started." The clerk leads Draco over to one of the chairs off to the side. Draco looks over at Harry in surprise. Harry just smiles and waves him to go. The few more clerks came over to assist, bringing everything from Dragon skin boots to wool winter robes. Draco looked a bit overwhelmed at first, but after awhile, seemed to revert back to his old self. He began picking out the ones he would like to try on, and waving a hand at ones he had no interest in. Harry chuckled to himself while watching Draco.
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Harry and Draco walked back into Number 12 Grimmauld Place and were greeted by Kreacher at the door. They make their way up to Harrys' room. As Harry takes the shrunken bags out of his pocket and changes them back to size, he hears the floo chime. Harry tells Draco he'll be a moment. Draco nods and head to he bathroom. He closes the door halfway behind him, so Harry is till able to see him through the crack. Harry heads over to the floo and see's Zach's head in the flame. He didn't look to pleased.
"Where have you been all day! I've been floo calling you since this morning!"
Harry hears a chuckle come from the bathroom. "Sorry, I've been busy. What's the emergency?"
"The Malkin's have gotten a loan to stop us from closing down their shop!"
Harry glanced over towards the bathroom door just in time to see Draco unbuttoning his shirt.
"Harry!"
Harry jumps a little. "What? Sorry, what did you say?"
"I said the Malkin's have gotten a loan to keep us from tearing down their shop. "
Harry waves his hand, unconcerned. "Let them. It doesn't mean anything. If they can not keep making payments they will have to close down eventually." He looks over at the bathroom door again to see Draco taking off his shirt. Draco notices Harry staring and looks over at him with a smirk. He looks directly into Harry's and begins to undo his belt. Harry is startled out of his trance by Zach's outburst of words.
"Bloody hell! Where are they getting this money from?"
"Someone's loaning it to him. Probably a family friend or something."
"Yes, but who!"
Harry looks over to the bathroom once more. Draco is in his underwear, looking his face in the mirror. He looks over at Harry and puts his thumbs on the band of his boxers and lowers slowly while walking out of view. Harry looks back at Zach.
"Just find out who. I need to go. Floo when you find out. "
"But, Harry..."
Harry closes the floo call. He gets up and walks over to the bathroom. He see's Draco relaxing in his tub. Draco looks up at him.
"Joindre à moi?"
Harry doesn't bother to voice his answer and starts undressing.
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Harry and Draco were laying in the bathtub together. Harry was leaning back into Draco, who was rubbing his hand through Harry's hair.
"My family and I have never gotten along. My aunt, on my mother's side, never got along with my mother. Used to call her a freak whenever she did magic. So when my parents were killed, I was taken in by her family. Something about blood magic being able to protect me. "
There was silence. Harry lowered his head, waiting for a response.
"Keep talking. I'm listening."
Harry shifts in his spot a bit. "Well, My aunt an uncle weren't to please when they found out they had to take me in. So they made me do all the cleaning and made me sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. They spoiled my cousin rotten. You actually reminded me of him when I first met you." Harry sneaked a peak at Draco, who flicked his finger at Harry's forehead with a scowl. "Ow." Harry rubbed his head and chuckles. "You're nothing like him now, if that helps." Draco just hummed to himself and continued running his fingers through Harry hair.
"When was the last time you saw them?"
"Not since the summer before seventh year. What about you? When's the last time you saw your father?" Harry asked, no malice visible in his voice.
"Not since the trials. We send letters once in a while, but it's hard to get prison visits when you're considered a criminal yourself." Draco picked up the sponge by the tub and begins to scrub down Harry's bare chest.
"Hmmm. I can talk to Kingsley for you if you'd like? Make things a little easier for you."
Draco pauses for a moment. "Thank you. I would appreciate it." He says, resuming his washing. "So, you want to put all these oils to use?"
Harry smiles, then turns himself around, planning to do just that.
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Harry and Draco were at a Charity auction to raise money for Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital teaching course. Everyone was wearing fancy robes and looking very posh. Draco was wearing one of the new robes he bought. It's was charcoal color, so it didn't make his pale hair and skin stand out too much. Harry was wearing a hunter green dress robe that brought out his emerald eyes. Draco was fidgeting a bit in place. " You're really pushing it, bringing me to something like this."
Harry took Draco's hand. "You can be my translator."
"People are going to talk."
"Let them." Harry smiled gently, but stopped as he heard a voice call out for him.
"Harry!"
He turned around to see Zach waving him over. Harry took Draco's hand again and led him forward.
Zach looked at them in surprise when he saw Harry's date. "Well, if it isn't Draco Malfoy. What are you doing here?"
"Draco is my date tonight, Zach. " He gives Draco's hand a quick squeeze.
Zach makes a quick face at this, but then grinned widely at Draco as he offers his hand for a shake. Draco looks at him briefly with distaste and returns the handshake.
"Mr. Malfoy this is my wife, Susan Smith. You might remember her from Hogwarts? Her maiden name is Bone. "
"Yes, I remember. You were in our year weren't you?" Draco gives her a brief smile which she returns, a bit coldly.
"Yes, I was. How nice to see you again."
Zach cut in. "Lots of important people here. Let me get you two some champagne." He moves away quickly.
"Excuse me." Susan says, walking away to greet someone else., leaving Draco and Harry survey the milling crowd.
"Real genuine guy he sure turned into." Draco says, sarcastically.
"He's good at what he does."
"You could freeze ice on his wife's ass though. "
Harry gives a small smile. "Shall we go mingle?"
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Harry was standing off to the side of the party with Ron and Hermione. He had been able to get them in with Kingsleys help. Kingsley was good friends Mr. Philippe Pinel, who is the chief of the hospitals directors. Draco was off mingling with some of the potion teachers from the hospital. He seems to be in a heated discussion about stirring methods. Harry took a sip of his Champagne.
"Draco is so different now. He is so witty and past all his prejudice. " Hermione states while looking over at Draco.
Harry smiles with pleasure. "He is now, isn't he?" Draco glanced over at Harry and gave him a brief smile.
Ron, "Ya, mate. Where did you see him again anyway?"
Harry looks over at Hermione and gave a quick secret smile. "Just around."
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Zach and Harry watched Draco chat with a man across the room. Harry felt a pang of jealousy when he see's the man put his hand on Draco arms while laughing at something he said. Harry takes a big sip of his drink.
"Fill me in on this again. Why are you here with Malfoy?"
Harry turns to Zach. " I just did. Why does it matter anyway. No one has said anything to me about it, but you. "
"Hey, I'm just looking out for you. What does he do now anyway? I thought the ministry took all the Malfoy inheritance after the war?"
Harry narrows his eyes slightly at Zach. "They did. He works now."
"Doing what?"
"Marketing."
"Marketing for what."
Harry turned his whole body towards Zach. "Why do you want to know so bad?"
Zach gives Draco a quick look. "Just hear me out. What if Draco is just acting likes he's into you to get him back into the lime light?"
"Are you saying no one would be interested in me? Only my fame?"
"No! Of course not!" Zach says quickly. "I'm just saying, it's seems awfully convenient."
Harry scoffs at Zach."You're being paranoid."
"Come on now, Harry. You two hated each back at school. Now he is suddenly all over you. You can't help but agree I'm right about this."
"He has to act like that. "
Zach gives Harry a questioned look. "What do you mean by that?"
Harry gives Draco a quick look then looks back at Zach.
"Harry?"
Harry let's out a breath. "Okay. But you can't tell anyone. I mean it, Zach. "
"Fine. I promise. Now tell me."
"Draco is a...a rent boy." Harry says in a whisper.
"What!"
"Shhhh! Quiet down will you!" Harry looks around quickly to make sure no one was listening in on them. "He's a rent-boy. I met him after ministry function last week."
Zach let's out a loud laugh. "I can't believe it. Looks like karma finally caught up with him. "
Harry looks into the crowd, seeing Draco walking towards them. "Shut up, will ya." Harry turns and smiles gently as Draco approaches with a two glasses of champagne. He hands one over to Harry, who willingly accepts it. Harry then hears someone calling out to him a short distance away. He see's Kingsley waving him over. "Excuse me a moment." He excuses himself and heads over to Kingsley.
Zach gives Draco a broad smile. "Having a good time, Draco?"
"Yes. Thank you." Draco takes a sip of his champagne.
"All this must be quite a change from what you're used to now isn't it. "
Draco looks as if he'd been struck hard. "What?"
"It's okay. Harry told me. Your secret's safe with me."
He then runs his hand up Draco's arm. "What do you charge, Draco? Maybe you and I could get together after Harry's done with you?"
Draco forces a bitter smile. "Yeah. Sure. Why not. "
"I just might do that." Zach gives Draco a leering smile before moving away.
Draco turns and Harry looks up from his conversation with Kingsley and gives him a raised glass. Draco toasts him back. When Harry looks away he downs the rest of the champagne.
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The two men enter the house together. Draco walks past Harry and down the hall to the living room. Harry swiftly follows.
"You're awfully quiet. You haven't said a word since the party."
As Harry touches his shoulder, Draco suddenly spins and explodes with anger.
"You bloody asshole! I can't believe what a-!"
"Draco , what the..."
Tears well up in Draco's eyes as he continues to yell at him.
"Clean the slang up, take me out, huh?! What are you trying to prove!? That you're all better them me! Don't you think I've been through enough!"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I've been with stinking old men who've made me want to puke, but I've never had anyone make me feel as dirty and pathetic as you did tonight."
"Would you please calm down, Draco. Just tell me what happened."
"Smith! He wants an 'appointment' with me after you leave. So you're my pimp now or did he think that up on his own?"
Harry looks guiltily away. "What was I supposed to do? He kept asking me all these questions about you. So I told the truth."
"I want my fucking money. I'm getting out of here. I don't want anything more to do with you." Draco storms out of the room heading to the front door. Harry follows after him.
"Can we talk about this? Can you just try to calm down?"
"No! I'm done talking. Just give me my money so I can leave." Draco folds his arm and turns his body towards the door.
"Draco.." Harry puts his hand on Draco's shoulder, but he just shrugs it off." I'm not going to spend my last few days fighting with you."
"Piss off."
"Fine! If you want the clothes, pack them up."
Draco stands quietly for a moment. He then turns and walks up the steps towards the bedroom. Harry quickly follows. He walks into his room and see's Draco roughly picking up his clothes in the dim light of the bedroom. As he's packing, tears are rolling down his face. He quickly wipes them away only to be replaced a second later by new ones. Harry stands by the door, his face genuinely concerned.
"Draco... I'm sorry. I wasn't prepared for questions about us. It was an idiotic and insensitive thing I did. I should have known that it would hurt you."
"I'm not hurt. It doesn't hurt you when somebody pisses on you, it just pissed you off."
"I really am sorry."
Draco lets the clothes fall from his arms. He stands there limply. "You hurt me."
Harry goes over to him and wraps his arms around his shoulders. Draco lets him. "I'll make it up to you." He gives him a quick squeeze. "I promise."
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Harry and Draco were lying in bed facing one another. Harry asks Draco about his life after the war.
"Well, after father was sentence to Azkaban, and all our money was taken, Mother and I moved into a small apartment. We were able to live off some money they had hidden in an offshore account. When mother fell ill, I took her to St. Mungos. She was diagnosed with a very rare pureblood disease. They said the disease was incurable, but taking this healing potion they had would extend her life for a few more years. They potion was very expensive, so mother tried to make me just let it go. But I just couldnt. She was my mother after all. So I took her back home, and I was able to buy the ingredients and brew it myself. They were still expensive, but was not so much that would leave us completely broke. She passed away a year later."
Harry lifted his hand and wiped away a tear from Draco's eye that he hadn't realized he shed. "I'm really sorry to hear about what happened to your mother."
"Thanks." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and put it down between their heads. He started tracing Harry's fingers with his pointer finger, following it with his eyes. "After mother died, I barely had enough money left to even eat. I tried to get a job, but no one will hire a former death eater. I didn't have any knowledge about the way the muggle world worked either, so I wouldn't even know where to even find a job there. That's when I saw Pansy again. No one wanted to marry into the Parkinson family after her dad and mom were sentence to prison for being death eaters. They took what money the family had and left Pansy homeless. No one would hire her, so she turned to selling her body. She let me move into her place and it's all history from their."
"You could do so much more, Draco."
Draco smiles at Harry." You can only handle so much rejection before you just have to give up. "
Harry covers Draco's hand with his own. "You're better than those people, Draco. " Harry closes his eyes and Draco quickly follows. Pretty soon, they're both fast asleep.