AN: Hey I am back! Sorry for the disappearance I lost the internet for a while and was trying to recuperate from my auto accident. But here is an update! I really hope you like it, please R&R! Thanks!
Interview with a Rock Star
Part XIII
Taking a very deep breath, Malfoy tightened his black tie around his neck as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His entire body was shaking because this was his big day. This was the very day that he would get to see Harry Potter again for the first time in three years, and he wasn't sure he was exactly ready for this. His heart was pumping wildly in his chest as he tried to remind himself to keep breathing, and Malfoy had yet to leave his flat. He ran frantically to his kitchen and grabbed his bottle of scotch and poured him a glass, which he quickly downed; trying to calm his nerves. So many questions were going through his head at the moment that he could hardly think straight. Exhaling deeply, Malfoy once again stared at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked perfect. Today he had to look his finest so he dressed himself in a pair of black Armani slacks with a white button up shirt and a silk black tie hanging from his neck. Malfoy's blonde strands were lying perfectly straight against his pale face. Mixed emotions began brewing in the pit of his stomach, but he washed them down with another glass of scotch. This was it. Grabbing his keys to his car, Malfoy locked up his flat and headed towards his office. There he would learn the location in which his life would change once more.
He pulled into the office parking lot and sat there in his car with his forehead placed against the steering wheel as he tried to gather every ounce of courage that was inside his body. Every nerve in his body was trembling. He began yanking and tugging at his tie as if it was suffocating him, but he knew that was not it. The very thought of being able to see Harry Potter scared the living shit out of him, but he took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was his job. He had to be professional about this. Turning off his ignition, Malfoy stepped out of the car and walked into the building. He felt as if everyone was staring at him as he walked passed. His heart was pounding so heavily he thought he could hear it himself and feel it in his own throat. Sweat began pouring down his forehead and he quickly wiped it away with a paper napkin. He stood right in front of Mr. Cartier's office and just stared at the door, before he lightly tapped on it.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. I am glad to see that you are on time. Please come in", Mr. Cartier greeted him as he opened the door.
It took Malfoy a few seconds to find his voice, which he thought had vanished.
"Morning", he stammered.
"I hope that you are prepared for this interview", Mr. Cartier said.
"I am", he muttered, knowing that he definitely was not prepared at all.
"Good, I just got off the phone with Ms. Granger, Potter's assistant. She said Potter would meet you at the corner café at exactly 11 this morning." Mr. Cartier announced.
"Mr. Cartier, did you happen to tell Ms. Granger or Potter my name?" Malfoy mumbled. The question was itching at his throat.
"No, I did not. It is already 10:30; I suggest you get a move on it, Mr. Malfoy. I do have faith in you, and I do hope you won't let our magazine down." Mr. Cartier said in a stiff voice.
"Right, of course, I won't." He stuttered. "I…will…see you later, Mr. Cartier."
"Good luck, Mr. Malfoy", Cartier said politely.
"I'll need it", he whispered so that no one else could hear him.
This was it; once he left this building he would be driving his car to the Corner Café to meet Harry Potter. Right now, Malfoy wanted nothing more than to rush back into that office and tell Mr. Cartier that he could not do this. Very slowly he pulled his car out of the parking lot and left. His mind was racing about ninety miles a minute, all thoughts about the famous Harry Potter. Malfoy had to keep reminding himself that this was his job; this was not a lunch date. All of his emotions he ever felt for Harry were starting to boil in his veins.
"I can't do this. I am not ready", he panted heavily to the empty car. "It's just a job. Get yourself together, Malfoy. You have to ignore your feelings and emotions. This is about your job." He repeated.
The closer he got to the café the more he wanted to turn around and run back to his flat. Malfoy knew he wasn't ready for this. Three years had passed since he had last talked to Harry. Three years he went with out knowing anything. He had to deal with the pain and heartache for so long, and now it was all coming back to him. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and a thin sheet covered his hands. His heart should have exploded by now; it was pumping blood so fast. Malfoy closed his eyes and inhaled very slowly, trying to calm himself, as he parked his car in the parking lot. Releasing his breath, Malfoy checked himself over to make sure he was looking absolutely perfect. Everything seemed fine, until he realized he had a raging erection.
"FUCK!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as his fists beat his steering wheel forcefully.
There was no way he could walk into to that café with a raging hard-on. Quickly, Malfoy tried to control himself and make it go away. Finally after he gained control of his southern regions, Malfoy wiped the sweat from his hands and face as he grabbed his suitcase. There was absolutely no turning around and running now. This was it. Whether he wanted to or not, Malfoy was going to be face to face with Harry Potter with in seconds. Carefully he stepped out of the car took a few deep breaths as he began walking towards the café. He had to maintain control of himself during the whole thing or this would completely fail, and he would wind up fired. Every step he took towards the café, felt like he was walking into his own death sentence. Time seemed to freeze right in that moment as every organ in Malfoy's body seemed to stop functioning as his hand locked onto the glass door. He definitely was not prepared at all. He couldn't find the nerve to pull the door open; he was scared of what might happen once he was inside that café. There was nothing he could do except for open that door and walk inside. Immediately his eyes began darting around the restaurant searching for the smallest clue of Harry. In the very back of the café, sitting at a round table was a guy in a black t-shirt and hat; his eyes were covered in a pair of large black sunglasses. Malfoy knew with out a doubt that that person was Harry Potter, sitting alone at the table. Emotions began flooding through Malfoy's body, but he shook them away as his feet pressed on. Harry Potter was only a few feet away from Malfoy, but yet it seemed like a miles walk. Malfoy froze there, only a few more feet away from Harry, as his whole brain seemed to fail him. There was definitely no turning back now. This was it; Malfoy took the plunge and approached the table.
"Hello", a deep and very familiar voice said as he looked up.
Malfoy opened his mouth, but not a sound came out. That was definitely Harry Potter sitting there and yet he couldn't speak. He felt as if his heart was stuck in his throat blocking the air. Multiple thoughts of Harry swarmed Malfoy's mind. Did Harry not recognize Malfoy? Malfoy watched Harry closely as the rocker removed the sunglasses from his face and sat them carefully on the table. Both pairs of eyes, automatically locked on to each other, and Malfoy felt his whole body become alive once more. He hadn't felt so alive in three years. Their eyes remained connected as neither one of them blinked, or uttered a sound. Malfoy saw the shock and surprise in Harry's eyes, but he also caught a glimpse of something else, passion. Harry still had the same pair of intense passionate emerald eyes that hypnotized him and took him away. Malfoy was afraid to move, afraid to speak, so he just stood there perfectly still as he stared at Harry.
"Sit", the word came out stiff and low.
Malfoy did as his eyes continued to wander over Harry.
This could not be true; Harry was sitting there across from Draco Malfoy. It had been three very long years since he had last seen or spoke to Malfoy. And suddenly the last night they spent together came rushing back to Harry. Malfoy noticed the change in his eyes. They were no longer passion filled, but filled with anxiety and pain, which made Malfoy's heartache in the same longing feeling. He closed his eyes as if trying to read Harry's thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" Harry hissed, turning his eyes away from Malfoy's, sending a pang of hurt through his body.
"I…I am here", he began, but was cut off by Harry.
"Please do not tell me that you are the one interviewing me." He spat, glaring at Malfoy through hurtful eyes.
Malfoy didn't know how to react or what to say as he tried to ignore the pain and hurt in his body.
"I work for Rock Star Weekly." Malfoy stated clearly.
"Out of all the employees they have, Mr. Cartier sends you!" Harry exclaimed.
"He did say I was best for getting the job done, Potter." He smirked.
"What job is that Malfoy, ripping someone's heart out of their chest and stomping on it? Because you seem to do that job real fucking well." Harry spat.
The words hit Malfoy like a sharp knife, piercing his flesh.
"No, I think that's your job, Potter since you love walking out on people so much!" Malfoy retorted.
"I am not doing this, Malfoy! I am returning to my hotel room." Harry said bitterly as he got up from the table and walked away.
"Potter, I need this interview my job depends on me." He growled, following the rock star out the doors.
"Very well, follow me to my hotel room and I shall give you your damned interview so you can be on your way."
Angrily Malfoy got into his car and followed Harry. Now his heart was beating with madness and hurt. It has been three years, and he thought that Harry would act more polite, but then who was he kidding. He had expected Harry to forget about their last night together shouting and screaming at each other. How could he have expected Harry to forget something so emotional and so painful; he didn't; he thought about it every day for the first year.
Déjà vu began setting in Malfoy's body as he found himself in Harry Potter's hotel room once more, but he knew this time it wouldn't be so passionate. He didn't even bother looking around, because if he did he knew he would start wanting Harry again. He would want to touch him again, want to feel his body against his as their lips smashed together in a fit of passion. Shaking his head, Malfoy got to his feet and followed Harry.
"What is it you want to know?" Harry spat as he sat down on his couch.
Malfoy realized by being in Harry's hotel room, things were on a more personal level now, and he couldn't avoid it.
"I want to know why you left me three years ago." He stated flatly.
"The same reason I told you back then." He muttered, pouring him a glass of liquor.
"Where is he? Ron?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"I am not sure. I think he's in jail." Harry replied. "He kept stalking me even after I left you. I never wanted him, despite what you thought. I never wanted Ron back."
Malfoy felt something sort of pity wash over his body, but he quickly gained composure of himself as he listened to Harry.
"Why couldn't you just understand that I was leaving to protect you?" Harry growled, staring deeply into Malfoy's eyes.
There was no way; Malfoy was going to break down in front of Harry again. He was not going to become vulnerable.
"You were being selfish, Potter and you know it. You were not thinking clearly at all, and still aren't. All the fame has gone to your empty head, Potter." Malfoy hissed. "You left me, because I wasn't enough for you. You left so you could return to your music!"
"That's a fucking lie, you arrogant bastard!" Harry exclaimed, tossing his glass of liquor against the wall, shattering it into bits. "You think you can just walk back into my life after three fucking years! You can't do this to me!"
"Don't worry, Potter, I am not here to rekindle our lost romance. I am just here to get a damned interview. Let's just say, I don't fancy self absorbed inconsiderate rock stars as your self anymore. I've learned my lesson." He snarled, picking up a small glass and slamming into the floor at Harry's feet.
"FUCK YOU DRACO MALFOY!" Harry screamed, running towards Malfoy with his fist drawled back.
"I think you already did that, Potter. I am not so willing this time, because I can see beyond your damn good looks. I see what you really are, a pathetic bastard." Malfoy yelled, as he blocked Harry's fist from hitting his face. "I am not falling for your games anymore. I am way past that."
"You are nothing more than a conceited reporter who will never amount to a damn thing. You will waste away and drown in your fucking self pity, Malfoy, because you never thought of anyone but your self." Harry barked.
"Go to fucking hell, Potter and rot!" Malfoy roared as he drew his fist back, but Harry caught it, and wrapped his fingers around it tightly.
"Don't you fucking dare, you prick."
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to mess up your pretty little face. You got to stay so pretty for your damn fans. If they only knew what you were like, do you think you would be so damn famous? See the thing about my job is I get to reveal you, for the tortured artist you really are." Malfoy hissed. "Poor you, poor Harry Potter, you turned out to be nothing more than another sad twisted and tortured artist."
"I don't fucking need your shit, Malfoy. You don't know what I've been through the past three years." Harry growled lowly, pacing his living room.
"Let's see you've probably been on a million stages and in a million beds. I'd say you've been living the last three years pretty fucking glamorous, Potter", snickered Malfoy.
"That's a FUCKING LIE!" He screamed angrily as he placed one of his hands around Malfoy's neck and slammed him into the wall.
Anger flared in Malfoy's eyes as he stared at Harry, who was holding him by his throat. In attempt to free himself from Harry, Malfoy jutted himself forward, rubbing his body against Harry's. He felt his body began trembling with a whole new sensation. Looking into Harry's eyes, Malfoy knew that he had felt the same thing too. Harry loosened the grip on Malfoy's neck only by a little as their eyes locked once more. Malfoy was afraid of what was going to happen next, but he wanted it so bad he could almost taste it. Instead of giving in to what he wanted, Malfoy pushed Harry back, freeing himself.
"The last three years have been completely hell on me, Malfoy! I've dealt with Ron, but the hardest thing I've dealt with was losing you, and just when I think I got my life half-way under control you decide to reappear and my whole life is now turned up-side down." Harry growled.
"If you think the last three years were easy for me then you are clearly mistaken, Potter!" Malfoy hissed, sitting down on Harry's couch.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. You moved out of London and into Paris, probably with your new lover." Harry snickered, pouring himself a glass of scotch.
"Fuck, Harry, my love life is no longer your concern, but just to make things clear; I haven't seen anyone since you." Malfoy growled. "Yes, I moved from London to Paris, but that's because of you. I no longer had my job, and I needed one. But I want you to know something, Potter, the last three fucking years was completely hell for me and don't you dare question it."
"Do you remember the last thing you said to me, Malfoy? Do you? Because I do! You looked me straight in the eyes with your lips curled and said, 'I don't know what we had, but it's over. It's just a thing in my past now. I am going to move on with my life. Now please leave or I will kill you.'" Harry repeated stiffly.
"I wasn't going to kill you, Potter, and you know that." Malfoy responded.
"I know, but you would have said anything to get me out of your room that night. I was trying to protect you so that Ron wouldn't hurt you or worse kill you." Harry said clearly. "You don't know how bad that hurt me, Malfoy, and yet here I am thinking that you care."
"I hurt you! Please, Potter, how do you think I felt after you left me in the hospital room? Did you ever think about that? No, I don't think so. But just to make you happy, I have been doing well with my life. I mean I got a new job and a new house, and I came to realize that what we had is in the past now." Malfoy said with a bit of confidence.
"Then why in the hell did you take this job?" Harry asked lowly.
"Because if I didn't, I would be fired; I honestly tried to talk my way out of it, but my boss just kept harassing me about it, so I gave in and said yes. I want to make one thing clear, Potter, I did this for me and my job. This had nothing to do with you. Yes, I admit the reason is very selfish." Malfoy smirked.
Harry took a deep breath and tightened his hands in his hair, as he glared at Malfoy, who was sitting smugly on his couch. Harry smirked at Malfoy as he sauntered toward the couch and took a seat next to him.
"Can you honestly say that you were not a bit curious about me?" Harry hissed, as he locked his eyes onto Malfoy's.
Malfoy quickly turned his eyes away from Harry's as he tried to ignore the chills that went down his spine. Harry was so close to him that he could practically taste his spicy cologne. Emotions started rising in Malfoy's body as he inhaled the fragrance. He could picture Harry on top of him, his body covered in sweat while their mouths clashed together frantically as Harry ground his body against his own. Malfoy would give anything to be able to feel Harry against his body once more. It had been way too long and trying to ignore his hormones and his body's desires were becoming a lot more difficult than he had imagined.
"Have you not thought about me, Malfoy?" Harry hissed, darting his tongue across his lips seductively.
Taking a deep breath, Malfoy closed his eyes and slowly released his breath as he thought about his answer.
"I tried not to. At first it was really hard to think of anything but you. And you cannot tell me that you did not think of me at all." Malfoy breathed heavily.
"Course I have, every fucking day, Malfoy. I got tired of you being in my head at every fucking minute so I busied myself with my music. I dedicated myself to my career more than ever the last past three years, so I hardly had time to sort out any of my thoughts." Harry admitted; his eyes piercing into Malfoy's with such intensity.
Malfoy body was burning with passion as his cock ached painfully with desire for Harry. Malfoy knew he could no longer control his emotions; they were taking him over. His eyes traveled up and down Harry's body hungrily; his body yearning for the smallest touch of Harry.
"I sat alone at night and you're the only damn thing I could think about. I couldn't get your face out of my head. You haunted my fucking dreams, Potter. I was practically going mad over you so I decided to indulge myself in booze for the first year, just to get you out of my mind. But the drunker I got, the more real you became, so I gave up the booze. That still didn't rid my mind of you." Malfoy confessed his heart was aching for something he thought was lost. "Nothing I did got your ass out of my mind."
"So you spent a lot of time thinking about my ass, Malfoy?" Harry snickered.
The comment had caught Malfoy completely off guard, and then images of Harry's firm round ass began swimming through his mind. X-rated memories were starting to resurface. Malfoy could remember almost exactly how it felt to have his cock engulfed by Harry's tight ass as he pummeled into him violently. He could hear Harry moaning his name. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body and straight to his cock, which was already aching for release. Unknowingly a soft moan escaped his lips. Malfoy quickly brought himself back to reality. He glanced over at Harry; his eyes running up and down his body. Sweat was starting to cover his forehead and hands.
"I…didn't…mean it…" Malfoy stammered, completely bewildered by Harry's statement.
Malfoy's entire body was quivering with his nerves on end. Sweat was covering his neck and hands, while his cock throbbed severely against his black trousers.
"Excuse me while I take a piss, Potter." Malfoy stammered nervously as he got up from the couch.
Once he was inside the bathroom, he locked the door. Bracing himself against the marble sink, Malfoy glanced in the mirror and took a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to make his erection go away, but he knew that the only way to make it disappear was to have Harry do it for him, and he didn't want to give in to Potter. He wanted to Harry to want him on his account, and he couldn't see that happening any time soon. Closing his eyes and releasing a deep breath, Malfoy unlocked the door and decided to go back in there and do the damn interview. He opened the door and peered around the corner into the living room. Harry was still sitting on the couch with his legs spread slightly apart and his head tossed back. His hands were tangled in his black strands as he chewed on his bottom lip. Malfoy's cock seemed to ache harder as he took in the sight of Harry. He had to admit that the rocker hadn't really changed that much; his skin was a bit darker and his body looked more muscular too.
Closing his eyes, Malfoy imagined himself walking over to Harry and straddling his lap. Then he would smash his lips against Harry's violently as their tongues danced erotically. Malfoy would practically tear every article of clothing from his body in a hurried desire. The first thing he would do, would be drop to his knees and take Harry's precious cock into his mouth and suck on it hungrily. And just when Harry was about to cum, he would let his erection slip from his mouth as he placed each of Harry's legs over his shoulders. Using his tongue, Malfoy would lick around his entrance delicately, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the rocker. Once Harry was nice and wet, Malfoy would then drop his pants and slam his entire erection deep inside Harry with one forceful thrust.
Opening his eyes, Malfoy realized that his entire body was covered in a sheet of sweat as he trembled with raging hormones. He barely had any control of himself, and the last bit he was holding on to tightly, but he could feel it slowly slipping between his fingers. He took another deep breath and walked back into the living room and sat next to Harry, hoping that Harry didn't catch on to his nervous state of mind. The two locked eyes for a brief moment, and Malfoy knew that his eyes gave everything away.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked, staring at him quizzically.
"Nothing", he said flatly. "I didn't know you cared."
"I do, whether you believe it or not." Harry admitted.
"I don't, because if you did you wouldn't have left me in a fucking hospital room, Potter! I am a fucking grown man and I can take care of myself!" Malfoy explained.
"Why can't you get it through your thick skull that I didn't want you to wind up fucking dead?" Harry growled. "I want you to know one thing. That night I left you in the hospital room was the hardest thing I ever had to do."
"Then why put your self through that pain and torture?" Malfoy growled through his teeth.
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVED YOU; and I didn't want Ron to fucking KILL YOU!" Harry screamed.
Enough was enough, and Malfoy had had enough.
"IF YOU WANTED TO PROTECT ME SO FUCKING BAD, THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING STAY WITH ME?" Malfoy screamed even louder, with his fists clutched tightly.
"You are so thick Malfoy! I knew that if I stayed you would wind up dead. Ron told me that him self and I couldn't bear to do that to you. I know it hurt, but if we stayed together you'd be dead. Why can't you see that I fucking saved your life?" Harry roared as he launched another empty glass at the wall.
"I have been dead. The night you left me was the night I died. After that, I blocked out all emotions. I haven't felt a damn thing for three years." Malfoy said coldly.
"What about now? Do you feel anything now?" Harry asked in a serious tone.
"I don't feel a fucking thing towards you", he lied painfully as he turned his eyes away from Harry's.
"You always were a bad liar, Malfoy." Harry stated.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY, POTTER?" Malfoy shouted.
"I don't fucking know, but how about start with the truth." Harry shouted.
"You want the fucking truth here it is. I don't need your shit. My job is definitely not worth this emotional torture. Here you should recognize this next part, because you sure in the hell perfected it. It's called walking out, Potter. I do hope you have a good life." Malfoy said bitterly through his teeth as he opened the door and walked out, slamming it loudly behind him.
