AN: Nothing belongs to me except the errors. This isn't one of my best chapters, but here it is. Please R&R. I don't have the net so it's kind of hard for me to update so often.

Interview with a Rock Star

Part XII

Malfoy felt his heart come to a complete stop as time froze around him; he could also feel what color he had leave his face. He could not have heard what he thought he did. His new boss must be playing some kind of extremely horrible prank on him. This could not be happening; he insisted that this was some sort of nightmare and he would wake up any moment in his bed in his flat. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he realized that everything was real. Anger soon began boiling in his veins as his brain finally caught up. There was no way he was going to do this again.

"Mr. Malfoy, is something wrong? You look extremely pale." Cartier observed.

"Mr. Cartier, I can't interview, Potter." He stuttered trying to sound professional about the whole ordeal.

"Look, Malfoy, I understand a lot of people feel nervous or intimidated by him, but I assure Mr. Harry potter is a completely delightful person to talk to. There is absolutely no reason for you to be uncomfortable around him. He is a down to earth and very interesting person to chat with." Cartier explained, eyeing Malfoy oddly.

The words that were coming out of Mr. Cartier's mouth were enough to make Malfoy sick. Potter was not delightful nor was he interesting to talk to. Potter was a self-indulged conceited worthless bastard who cared nothing about anyone besides him self. He was completely selfish and only did things that benefited him. Malfoy could not believe that he was being asked to interview Harry Potter again; he was not going to do it. He was not going to submit him self to that kind of torture.

"Mr. Cartier, I am really sorry, I just don't think it would be a good idea for me to interview Mr. Potter." Malfoy said calmly, trying not to let his anger get the best of him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I am surprised at you. This was not the type of reaction I was expecting. Mr. Malfoy, this is your job, and what ever personal reasons you have for not wanting to do the interview, please discard them immediately. This is your job, and if you cannot complete your tasks then I may be forced to terminate you. The interview will be simple; you can write up your own questions and conduct the interview where ever you wish. I want to warn you that it is better to do the interview some where quiet, but not too private. I almost forgot to tell you that this interview Mr. Potter will be giving us is worth a very large sum of money, which means, you'll profit greatly from this. I will give you until after lunch to make your decision about the interview". Mr. Cartier said agitatedly.

Malfoy simply nodded as he quietly exited Mr. Cartier's office. His entire body was trembling with anxiety. Malfoy was not about to admit that at least a very small part of him was excited that he might have the chance to see Harry again. He buried that way deep down inside of him, hoping that those feelings would never resurface again. Malfoy had just recently settled into his new life, trying to get over Harry, but everything seemed to be coming back to him now. Malfoy wondered if he would ever be able to be rid of Harry for good. He just had to come up with a way to get out of interviewing Harry; he was not going to put himself through it all again. The only part that made Malfoy even think about taking the interview is the pay, but was all that money worth seeing Harry again? Groaning deeply, Malfoy ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he tried to come up with the right solution.

"Mr. Malfoy", Mr. Cartier said. "Colin has just arrived back from a very promising photo shoot and he could use an extra hand."

Malfoy just simply nodded as he headed to the back towards the Dark Room. He wouldn't mind helping Creevey at least it would get his mind off of his dilemma. If he took the interview he would get to see Harry again, but Malfoy wasn't sure if he was ready to face Harry now and the pay rate was very beneficial to Malfoy. If he didn't take the interview he would probably have to go searching for another job. Maybe he was meant to be an interviewer or reporter. Malfoy was very talented, at least he thought so, and he could put him self to work. But was turning down one interview worth losing his job? Malfoy felt like beating his head against a brick wall until an answer came to him. Taking a deep breath, Malfoy walked into the Dark Room with Colin Creevey.

"Creevey, what you need?" Malfoy asked.

"In a minute I want you to hang these pictures up to dry." He said cheerfully. "Today was great!"

"Why has today been so great to you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Because I got to take pictures of him", Colin responded energetically, waving a photo in his hands.

"Who did you take pictures of, Creevey?" Malfoy asked in a bored tone.

"Harry Potter!" Colin practically screamed with enthusiasm.

"You mean all these photos are of him?" Malfoy said shocked.

"Yes, there are 45 total photos! I haven't seen them all yet, but I am sure they turned out great! He rocks!" Colin exclaimed, slipping another photo into the solution.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, as he realized that no matter where he lived Harry was always going to be a part of his life, whether he liked it or not. Even if they weren't together, Malfoy would still have to deal with Harry, especially at work. Damn Harry for being a famous rock star and damn Malfoy for falling in love with him. Nervously, Malfoy picked a photo up from the solution and held it in his hands, which were shaking like a leaf. He could not hold still. His eyes wandered to the picture of Harry very slowly. Harry was sitting in a black leather chair which was surrounded by guitars. He was wearing a band t-shirt and dark denim with black boots. His black hair was short and spiky. Malfoy automatically became fixated on Harry's deep emerald eyes which were covered in a thick layer of kohl. Chills spread through out the blonde's entire body and straight to his cock. Looking at Harry, Malfoy noticed that his image had become a bit darker but he still looked the same, maybe a bit more toned. Closing his eyes, Malfoy realized how much he had missed Harry and how bad he wanted to see him again. His heart ached from the pain the rocker had caused, but also from the great loss he had been coping with the last past 3 years. It was not easy, not being able to see or talk to Harry every day; it was especially difficult for Malfoy not being able to touch Harry. At this particular moment, Malfoy would give anything just to kiss Harry one last time, to be able to feel his lips against his.

"Malfoy, are you okay? You're acting odd." Colin asked as he hung another photo to dry.

"Fine, would you mind showing me all the pictures you took of Harry?" Malfoy asked now filled with curiosity.

"I'd be thrilled!"

"Have you ever met Harry?" Malfoy asked.

"He is so cool, but he can be a bit rude sometimes. He is so awesome to photograph; he should be a model. We never really talk though, I just take his pictures." Colin responded, handing Malfoy another photo.

Malfoy's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the glossy picture. Harry was laying on a king size bed with black satin sheets. The room was filled with loads of candles, and there was a guitar lying in the bed beside him. Closing his eyes, Malfoy wished that it was him instead of the musical instrument beside of Harry. Never would Malfoy have ever thought he would be jealous of an instrument, but he was. Harry had his hands behind his head and he wasn't wearing anything expect a pair of black boxers. Malfoy could see every muscle in Harry's body, and all the blood rushed straight to his cock. He took a deep breath and looked at the remaining pictures. Each one of them, made Malfoy want Harry more and more. He never realized he missed the rock star that much.

"This is my favorite one, because it's so sexual and hot! This is going to be his photo for his album cover!" Colin explained dramatically, shoving a picture into Malfoy's hands.

Malfoy felt his heart stop in his chest as his cock throbbed painfully against his trousers. Harry was against a brick wall with both hands stretched above his head and handcuffed to the wall; the same with his legs. There was a black cloth tied around his mouth, gagging him. His hair was all messy and hanging in his eyes which were coated in a thick layer of kohl. Harry's emerald eyes seemed to be piercing straight into Malfoy's. The rocker again was not wearing a shirt only tight leather pants that clung to him like a second skin. Malfoy noticed the apparent bulge in Harry's pants and imagined him self being there, being able to touch Harry once more. Very slowly, Malfoy's finger traced over the slick paper wishing he could feel Harry again.

"I can't wait for his new album to be released!" The photographer exclaimed. "It's going to be awesome. His music is a lot heavier and darker, but he rocks so much harder."

"What's his album called?" Malfoy asked quietly, still staring at the photograph in his hands.

"Harry Potter: Bound and Gagged by Love. I wish I knew the meaning behind his title."

The words 'Harry Potter: Bound and Gagged' created so many x-rated images, which brought back so many memories and emotions that were overwhelming Malfoy. He could still remember exactly how Harry's lips felt on his, and the flavor of that was truly Harry's. All of these emotions began swimming around Malfoy, leaving him completely breathless and feeling a bit claustrophobic. He needed to get out, get away. All these images of Harry kept floating repeatedly through his mind; he couldn't escape the rocker if he tried. He would always be right there in his mind and under his skin. Malfoy could not take any more of the pictures; his cock was already throbbing painfully against his trousers. The photos were driving him up a wall. Malfoy never really realized how much he missed Harry and just how bad his body ached with desire, wanting to touch him, until he seen the photographs.

"I…er…got to go", Malfoy stammered, as he practically ran out of the Dark Room with the photo clutched tightly in his hands.

He arrived back at his desk, staring at the photo. There was no way he was going to relieve himself at work, much less to the thought of Harry Potter. If just looking at a photograph of Harry brought back so many memories and feelings, Draco thought of what would actually happen if he did interview him again. His body would be aching just to get his hands on the rocker and to crash his lips into his one last time, and he didn't want to jeopardize his new job. Malfoy had just finally got settled into his new life in Paris and got a new job, and he knew he would always harbor some kind of feelings toward Harry, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for everything to come back to life again. Not only would doing the interview put Malfoy in quite the predicament, it would also bring back everything that he and Harry had once shared. He wasn't ready to go back down that road again so soon.

Malfoy remained at his desk with his fingers tangled in his blonde strands as his mind was full of thoughts, contemplating his solution to his interview with the famous Harry Potter. He had a little over an hour to come up with his solution, and what ever he chose would change his life forever. Malfoy knew that if he turned down the interview and walked away from his job he would always wonder "what if". What if he took the interview? What if he would never see Harry again? He knew that if he did take it that it would pose a lot of questions for his future. Would him and Harry be granted a second chance at a relationship? Would Harry even want to be with Malfoy? So many questions raced through his mind the time crept by. This was the hardest decision Malfoy was ever forced to make in his entire life, and he concluded that it would probably be the hardest one he would ever have to make. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he tried to think of what he should do.

He thought of what Mr. Cartier said. Malfoy could write up his own questions and conduct the interview on his own time. This meant that he could ask Harry anything he wanted; it would provide the perfect chance for him to get revenge on Harry. He smirked, that was a major plus side in taking the interview; he could reveal everything about Harry that no one ever knew. All of his fans would soon know that he is nothing but a conceited stuck-up rock star, who does not give care about anyone else but himself. But then Malfoy thought that his plan seemed a bit childish and unprofessional and he really did not want to take that approach. He did value his job, after all.

"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to speak with you in my office." Mr. Cartier said politely.

Malfoy got up from his desk and followed his boss back to his private office slowly, dreading the conversation that was about to take place. Once they both were inside, Mr. Cartier shut the door and took a seat.

"Look, Harry has only agreed to do the interview for us. He had received another interview appointment from about a hundred different media companies but turned them all down, except us. This is of great importance to our company, and I have a feeling that I could get a damn good interview out of you." Mr. Cartier explained. "Harry Potter is one of the most famous rock stars that had come out of London, England. We should be very thankful that Mr. Potter had chosen us. Our company will gain a lot of respect if we get great reviews for this interview. This means a lot, not only to me, but to the company as well. I truly hope you have thought this through thoroughly."

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Malfoy ran his hands slowly through his hair as he tried to come up with his answer. Time had finally run out. It was now or never.

"Look, Mr. Cartier, I realize that this interview is of great importance to everyone in the entertainment industry as well as the readers. I look at it as a chance of a life-time, because not many newcomers have this opportunity to speak one-on-one with Harry Potter. He is very renowned and his time is valuable. Anyone should be grateful for this chance, and I most certainly am. There are things in my life, which I am not ready to discuss, that may conflict with my ability to conduct the interview. I think that someone with exceptional experience should be the one sitting next to Harry Potter, not me." Malfoy explained in a professional manner.

"You are very correct, that not many people have this chance to sit down and talk to Harry Potter. Anyone of my other workers would die to be where you are right now, and most of them have been here longer than you." Mr. Cartier responded.

"I want to know, why you picked me. I know I was just hired, but why would you pick me to do the most important interview of the whole magazine?" Malfoy asked as his heart beat rapidly in chest, anxiously awaiting his boss' response.

"I picked you, because you have sophistication and professionalism. You appeal to the celebrities with your good looks and charisma. I believe you know how to get under their skin and reveal the truth about them. You may be professional, but you won't let them know it. You talk to them as if they are your best friend, not a stranger. That's why I picked you." Mr. Cartier said with a smirk on his face.

Taking a very deep breath and holding it, Malfoy looked at his boss, completely full of anxiety. He had no idea what had taken over him, but something did. Maybe it was they way Mr. Cartier bragged on him or maybe it was his curiosity eating at his heart; Malfoy had no idea. Time seemed to stop right in it's very place as his heart seemed as if it was going to explode right out of his body. Very slowly, he released his breath that he had been holding.

"I'll do it." He murmured, squeezing his eyes shut, as if he expecting someone to hit him.

"I am glad you finally changed your mind, Mr. Malfoy. I have faith in you!" Cartier exclaimed, getting up from his desk and patting Malfoy on the shoulder.

The blonde remained perfectly still as he tried to figure out why he had caved, why he had agreed to go through with the interview. He still had no answers to any of this going on.

"What may I ask changed your mind?" Mr. Cartier said cheerfully.

"I just realized I shouldn't let my personal life get in the way of my job. My job is very important to me, and I want to do the best I can, and if I had turned down that interview I would have not only failed you as a new employee, but I also would have let myself down. My personal issues are mine, and they shouldn't affect my work." Malfoy explained dryly. "I want to give this my best shot."

"Well said, Mr. Malfoy. I am very happy in you. The interview is set to take place Friday. You know all the rules by now; surely I do not have to repeat myself. I really have faith in you Mr. Malfoy. Now get back to work on writing up your questions; I am sure you want this to be brilliant." Mr. Cartier smiled as he dismissed Malfoy from his office.

Malfoy returned back to his desk and pulled out a notepad and started contemplating questions he would ask Harry. He chewed nervously on his lips as everything began sinking in. He was about to come face to face with Harry in less than a week and he was even more nervous than he was on their very first meeting. He smiled as the memory came back to his mind.

Malfoy at the time was a very big fan of Harry's music and he was concerned about meeting the rock star for the very first time. He then remembered running into Harry's hotel to get out of the rain and the very first kiss they shared. Licking his lips, Malfoy could recall the softness of Harry's lips and exactly how the felt pressed against his. Closing his eyes, Malfoy allowed the memory of the kiss to feel him up as his hand slipped under his desk and rub against his cock gently. It was throbbing painfully against the material. Malfoy glanced down at the photo of Harry lying on his desk, and imagined himself being there with Harry cuffed to the wall. He could almost taste the flavor of Harry's flesh on his tongue, as he imagined licking his taut body. Erotic chills shot through his body and straight to his cock.

"Fuck", he whimpered lowly as he slipped his hands inside his pants and began to stroke his member eagerly.

He was trying to be discreet about having one off at work so he immediately started stroking himself violently as he allowed all the memories of Harry fill him up from the inside out. Malfoy chewed frantically on his bottom lip to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs as he felt his orgasm boiling in his body. Clenching his eyes shut and grabbing on to the side of his desk, Malfoy erupted, his cum covering his hand and the inside of his boxers. Slowly he pulled his hands from his trousers and wiped it clean with a napkin. With a deep breath, Malfoy laid his head on the desk, trying to catch his breath as the images of Harry still floated through his head.

This was not going to be an easy job. The first time he had ever met Harry, it was hard enough for him to contain his sexual desires, but now it was going to be very difficult for Malfoy. He knew that if he really liked his job he would not put that in jeopardy by acting on those sexual desires. Malfoy knew he had to maintain a certain state of professionalism, and not let his guard down at all. He could not, at any point during the interview, let any type of emotion show. This was his job, and that was exactly how he was going to act. Any feelings he did harbor for Harry would be buried deep inside of him, and hopefully remain there. This was going to be extremely difficult.