The Way I Are
Chapter Five
"Harry, I told you I would be very, very angry with you if you or Draco went home with anyone besides each other, but I think I was wrong. Maybe this will be better. Maybe because you both went home with someone else, it'll amp up the tension between you two and Draco may just get his wish about office sex," Pansy says over lunch the day after I went home with Bailey.
"Pans, what if I told you I agreed to see Bailey again."
"See him as in see him again in his bedroom or see him again as in a date?"
"Maybe both. I don't know. Pans, this morning, I was lying next to an incredibly gorgeous, incredibly exhausted man, and I can tell you right now, I've never had a one-night-stand make me pancakes. Bailey is different. And because Draco obviously left me hanging last night, why can't I give it back to him?"
Draco groans and rolls over, reaching for the clock on his bedside table. 12:15 p.m.
He attempts to block out the sunlight creeping in from his window with a pillow, to no avail.
Finally, after about five minutes of groaning and wishing he could just fall back asleep, Draco rolls—literally rolls—out of bed, falling onto the floor in a crumpled mess.
Draco makes his way out to his kitchen to fill up a glass of water, but is distracted when he notices a piece of sticky paper stuck to the refrigerator.
Drake, I had a really great night with you last night. I had to leave early because of work. I'll be seein' ya. Jeremy.
Draco rips the sticky paper off of the refrigerator and tosses it into the bin. He fills up a glass with ice water and downs about half of it in one go.
Without even realizing it, Draco picks up his mobile phone and dials Pansy Parkinson's number, hoping she'll answer because he sure has a lot to tell her.
"Wow, two nights in a row, someone doesn't waste any time," Bailey breathes against my lips, unbuttoning his way down my shirt before tossing it to the floor by his kitchen.
"So what if I don't? I had a particularly interesting lunch today with a good friend, and I have work tomorrow morning, so now's as good a time as any," I say back, helping him shimmy out of his jeans.
"I think I have to agree."
Bailey is now down to just his pants and I'm down to my jeans, and we don't waste any time losing the rest of our clothing. And two hours later, we're right back where we were just this morning.
Unfortunately for Draco Malfoy, Monday morning comes far too quickly for his liking. And somehow it sneaks up on him every week.
But despite his wanting to roll back over and stay in bed, he gets up, this time without someone else lying beside him and begins his process of getting ready.
About an hour and a half later, Draco is standing outside the office building, not being excited to go inside after seeing Harry dance with that guy at the club on Saturday night.
Every time Draco has closed his eyes in the last twenty-four hours, he's seen that guy touching Harry and whispering in his ear and pressing himself as close as humanly possible to Harry's backside.
Draco groans aloud and trudges inside, up the stairs and into his office—although, somehow he wishes he hadn't. Harry was already there—as usual—chatting aimlessly with someone on the phone.
"Morning, Draco," Harry says before going back to his phone call.
Draco nods in acknowledgment before sitting down at his desk, across from Harry.
Draco doesn't begin the paperwork he was meant to start on Friday, but put off until now right away. He instead, tries to be discrete when he stares at Harry while he's on the phone.
"No, honestly, this weekend was incredible. I let go for once and really had a great time," Harry says into the phone, still talking to the same person he had been. About a minute goes by before Harry continues talking, "Yeah, Friday. Right after work."
Harry chats with the person on the other end of the call for a few more minutes before saying his goodbye and hanging up the phone.
"Sorry about that. That was Pansy. She says hello," Harry tells Draco, oblivious to the jealousy burning a hole in the pit of Draco's stomach.
Draco had originally planned on being more subtle when he asked about that guy that Harry was dancing with on Saturday night, but what actually ends up coming out is far from subtle.
"Who was the guy?" Draco blurts out, mentally kicking himself for that one.
"I'm sorry?" Harry asks, looking at something on his desk.
"The one from Saturday night. The one who was practically about to rip your clothes apart in the middle of the club," Draco replies, being slightly more blunt than he intended.
"His name is Bailey. Why do you care?"
"I was just curious. You practically flaunted it right in front of me. How long did it take for him to ask you to go home with him?"
Harry sucks in a breath.
"I don't see why that's any of your concern. As I recall, you left with someone too."
Without addressing what Harry said about Draco leaving with Jeremy, Draco says, "What were you saying about Friday?"
"Bailey and I are going for drinks," Harry replies easily.
"Oh, didn't anyone tell you, Harry, people you go home with are meant for a good shag, not reoccurring dates," Draco says smugly, trying not to think about how Jeremy left him a note only a few hours prior to this joy-filled conversation.
"Maybe I don't want Bailey to just be a 'good shag'. And anyway, it doesn't really matter anymore seeing as I've already seen Bailey again since Saturday. Last night."
Draco doesn't know what to say back to that. In fact, for once, he's completely speechless.
"Well, was he even the least bit attractive?" Hermione asks, sitting herself down at the island in my kitchen.
"Not to me, but apparently to Draco he was," I reply, referring to the man Draco went home with on Saturday.
"What about this Bailey? Yes, Pansy told me," she laughs, smiling at me.
"Now he's attractive."
"And you're seeing him again? Sorry, Pansy needed someone to be a girl with, and she can't do that with you, Draco or Blaise."
"Yes, I'm seeing him again on Friday. It's strange though, because I know next to nothing about him apart from the fact that he wears boxers, not briefs and his bedsheets are navy blue," I laugh to myself, taking a sip of a glass of water I had in my hand.
"Well, that's... good, I suppose. Maybe you'll learn more about him when you go out on Friday. Or you'll just relearn that he wears boxers, not briefs and his bedsheets are navy blue."
"Why do you care so much?!" I shout at Draco in the office early Wednesday morning.
Tuesday went by in what felt like a lifetime in only eight hours because Draco and I said nothing to each other. Nothing at all.
But as soon as I walk in the door Wednesday morning, all hell brakes loose.
"Because he seems like the kind of guy who will hump and dump you faster than you can blink," Draco shouts back, slamming his hand down on his desk.
"What's it to you? So what if that does happen? Why do you even care what happens with Bailey?!"
"Potter, you're my business partner. I need you to be in your best state of mine, especially if we have to actually go out on a case rather than just doing paperwork, like we have been. If you're in a funk because this guy got you in bed and then disappeared, my life could be in jeopardy."
"Oh, so, as usual, it's all about you? Well, let me let you in on a little secret, Malfoy. The world doesn't revolve around you."
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