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Interview with A Rock Star
Part XIV
The moment Malfoy was in his car, he beat the steering wheel with his fists multiple times, setting off the horn. Blasting his stereo, Malfoy peeled out of the parking lot and flew down the highway, back to his house. His eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. His body was blazing with a mixture of emotions ranging from anger all the way to lust and desire. Seeing Harry Potter for the first time in three years and leaving like this made him remember just how much pain and heartache he had endured, and he did not want to go back down that road. He finally arrived back home.
He slammed the door as he walked inside. He then grabbed his bottle of scotch and took a big swig as he picked up his glass. He threw the glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. His fingers were tangled and yanking at his blonde strands as he began smashing random objects against the wall and floor, screaming and shouting.
"I DON'T FEEL A FUCKING THING!" Malfoy screamed as he broke another glass.
"I HATE YOU POTTER! I HATE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"
Storming off to the bathroom, Malfoy glanced in the mirror at himself. His hair was all over his face and his eyes were red and puffy. Malfoy continued staring at his reflection, and the more he stared the angrier he became. Clinching his fist tightly, Malfoy drew it back and suddenly smashed it into the mirror. The glass had completely shattered itself and fell from its frame, piercing into Malfoy's hand. Blood began instantly seeping from his flesh.
"LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, POTTER! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, as he began picking up more objects in the bathroom and just throwing them in the floor. His heart was hurting badly, and he wanted nothing more than to make the pain quit. Malfoy stomped out of the bathroom and went straight for the kitchen. He grabbed another bottle of scotch and started downing it. Memories of him and Harry together started flooding his mind. He grabbed and yanked at his hair as if trying to get the images out of his mind.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!!" He shouted as he stared at the wall.
Forcefully, Malfoy banged his head against the kitchen wall, cracking it just a bit. He could feel the blood start to ooze from his forehead.
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, POTTER!" He cried as he dropped to the floor and put his head in his hands, wiping blood all over his face.
"I am not going to cry over you", he said to himself, trying to suck back the tears that continued to fall from his eyes. "I AM FUCKING PATHETIC!"
He took another big swallow of the scotch as he sat there in the kitchen floor with his hands and face covered in blood as the tears just fell from his eyes. He felt like he had just killed a big part of himself; he was empty inside. Malfoy glanced down at the bottle of scotch his hand was locked onto, and he just launched it across the room as he stormed off back to the bathroom.
There he practically ripped his clothes from his body as he turned on the shower. The water was so hot, that he could see the steam rising off of it. He climbed in and allowed the water to pound profusely onto his body as he hung his head. He watched closely as the blood from his body swirled down the drain. It was almost as if he was watching himself die. A small smirk crossed his face when he realized he still had a raging erection.
"Only you, Potter, could do this fucked up shit to me." He muttered to himself, as he slowly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.
Taking a deep breath, Malfoy allowed the memories to feel him up inside, as he slowly began stroking his cock. His hand slid from the base to the tip gingerly as imagined it was Harry's hand, instead of his own. Oh how he missed the feeling of Harry's hands on his body, just the memory alone caused his body to burn with a hungry desire. His hands moved faster and faster as he stroked himself into a pleasure induced state. Malfoy would give anything to have had Harry touch him back in his hotel room; he had never wanted or desired anything as much as he did Harry. Harry did something to Malfoy; he made him able to feel. The water continuously pounded on to his body as his hand violently stroked his cock as the sensation of relief was consuming him. He felt his whole body began to shake and quiver.
"Harry!" Malfoy screamed as he felt his cum shoot from his cock, covering both the bottom of the tub and his hands. He continued stroking until he was completely rid of the fluids.
Feeling completely drained and weak, Malfoy stumbled out of the shower. Wrapping his fluffy towel around his waist he staggered into his bedroom where he collapsed onto his king size mattress. That night dreams of him and Harry together haunted him. He tossed and turned restlessly, anxious to get the tiniest amount of sleep possible. Morning came way too soon for Malfoy, who felt that he had only gained five minutes of decent sleep. Glancing at his clock, he decided that he would go into work today and argue with Mr. Cartier that he cannot interview Harry Potter.
After a nice refreshing shower, Malfoy drove off to work as his mind was still working overtime trying to figure out how to explain to Mr. Cartier that he is not suitable for the job of interviewing Harry Potter.
Once he was inside the building, Malfoy took a seat in his own cubicle, sipping on some very hot coffee.
"Mr. Malfoy", Mr. Cartier said glancing at him worriedly. "May I speak with you in private?"
"I wish to do the same. I have a very important matter which I must discuss with you." Malfoy said dryly.
Inside Mr. Cartier's office, he shut the door and prompted Malfoy to take a seat; the blonde did.
"Are you alright? I noticed you had some cuts on your hands and face?" Mr. Cartier asked.
"I am fine, the cuts were an accident." Malfoy answered coldly.
"You look like you fell ill." Mr. Cartier stated. "Are you sure you are alright."
"I am quite fine, Mr. Cartier." He snorted.
"Very well, Malfoy. Now I want to know; how did it go with Harry Potter yesterday?"
"That's what I wanted to discuss with you, Mr. Cartier. You see, I really don't think it is wise to let me continue with the interview. The meeting with Potter went astray from business. Nothing personal, I assure you." Malfoy lied. "I am willing to do anything you ask of me, Mr. Cartier, except this. I will work as long as you want me to and interview who ever, except for Harry Potter. I don't think it is proper to go into details for the reason of this discussion, but I assure you, that if you give me another task I will work harder and longer to produce nothing but the best results for you. Please, take this into consideration, Mr. Cartier." Malfoy explained professionally.
"This magazine company revolves around me. It is up to me to keep this business booming, and I will do what ever it takes. I may be considered ruthless and evil, but I am not going to let this place get destroyed just because you have a personal problem Malfoy." Mr. Cartier growled, glaring deep into his eyes.
"I have assigned you to interview Harry Potter, and that is your designated task to complete for me. This interview with Harry Potter is considered our most promising issue yet. I know the magazine will fly off the shelves once it has been published. The other people here are amateurs, Malfoy. I want the best for this interview, and that is you. I don't give a damn about your personal problems or why you can't do the interview. You need to quit hiding from what ever it is you are hiding from and do your damn job." He shouted, as his vein in his forehead started to bulge.
"What if I just quit?" Malfoy snarled, leaning over the desk.
"You wouldn't because you need this job, and if you did I would call every magazine company in France to make sure they do not hire you. Life has a way of torturing us, Malfoy; sometimes you got to fight back just to get what you want. Now, please get out of my office and get to work on that interview. I want a rough copy by next week." Mr. Cartier said a bit more calmly.
Malfoy opened the doors to his office and stormed back to his cubicle, where he punched the desk a few times. There was no way he was going to be able to complete the interview at all. Just as he was thinking on Mr. Cartier's last statement, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. Curiously he pulled the device and answered it casually.
"Hello", said Malfoy.
"Don't hang up", said a very familiar voice quickly.
Malfoy's heart had stopped. That was Harry Potter on the other end of the phone. He decided he would hear why Harry had decided to call him for.
"What?" Malfoy said bitterly.
"Meet me for lunch at noon at the Corner Café, and I will discuss the interview. I know how much you need this interview and I did say I would grant them one. Remember this is just a business meeting." Harry explained.
"Very well; just business", said Malfoy in a disappointed voice that it wasn't going to be anything more.
Malfoy gathered some of his papers and headed for the Corner Café, where he previously met Harry. His heart was pounding with a mixture of excitement and disappointment that this was going to be nothing more than a casual business meeting.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy", Harry said in a casual voice, as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. Hearing such causality from Harry practically drained any hope Malfoy was harboring. It made Malfoy feel as if Harry had forgotten everything that had ever occurred between them. Had their relationship meant anything to Harry at all? Had Malfoy meant anything to Harry? These questions and more seemed to reel through his mind as he stared blankly into his cup of steaming coffee.
For the first time, Malfoy glanced up from his coffee and looked at Harry. He was wearing some sort of black band t-shirt with jeans. His hair was spiked up around his face, and a dark layer of liner exaggerated his emerald eyes. Silently Malfoy cursed him, cursed Harry for always making him feel like this; making him want him the way he always seemed to do. It was mental torture on Malfoy, and he realized the sooner he got the interview over with, the sooner he could return back to his job and get his life somewhat stabilized from this upheaval.
"Mr. Malfoy", Harry stated calmly.
"Don't call me that." Malfoy said coldly.
"I am being professional here. I understand that you have to keep this on a professional business level." Harry responded blandly.
"Calling me, Mr. Malfoy, makes it sound as if nothing ever happened." Malfoy replied bitterly.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is a business meeting, remember?" Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Call it whatever you want, but I am not going to sit here and pretend like the past was some sort of book I read. You can at least talk to me like you know me, Mr. Potter", growled Malfoy.
"I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I don't think I know you personally." Harry said calmly, sipping on his coffee.
Rage took over every sense of Malfoy's body, filling him up. His lips snarled as he watched Harry sip on his coffee as if nothing ever happened between them. He was acting as if this was their very first meeting him. Malfoy wanted nothing more than to splash the hot substance on to his smug face.
"Come to think of it, Mr. Potter, I must have you confused with someone I used to know; someone who actually cared. They disappeared around three years ago. Sorry for the mix-up." Malfoy stung; his lips curled distastefully.
"Yes, I think we have that in common, Mr. Malfoy." Harry smirked.
"Not by the least, Potter. I daresay he walked out on you, giving you lame ass excuses about protection?" Malfoy spat. "I never once turned my back on him. I was willing to stick with him through it all, but he wouldn't have it. He wouldn't have me."
"That's a lie", Harry exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table.
"I think things are getting personal now, Potter", the blonde hissed, glaring into Harry's emerald orbs, trying not to get carried away by their intensity.
"Maybe if you weren't so selfish, you would have understood why he left", growled Harry.
"I was willing to stick beside him, even after I got stabbed. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental and emotional damage you have caused me. Don't you get it, Potter? I don't care if Weasley stabbed me a hundred times I would still want to be with you. I was willing to help you fight him, but you turned your back on the only one who ever truly loved you. I know you, Potter. I done this once before and I learned a lot. You had a tortured childhood. No one really showed you love, until you met Ron. But that turned out to be just an imitation of love mixed with aggression and jealousy tendencies that put you in danger. I can assure you, Potter, just as the sky is blue, that I am the only person alive who will have ever loved you like you should be. And I am the only person will continue to do so until the day I die." Malfoy whispered, as his eyes glowered into Harry's.
"Maybe the imitation of love has fooled me once before, but I sure in the hell wised up, Malfoy. Perhaps you should step back and take a damn good look in the mirror and make sure you're not the one being fooled by an imitation of love." Harry whispered.
Any hope that Malfoy was harboring had all vanished at that point. It was destroyed by the words that had spilled from Harry's mouth, breaking his heart all over again. Determined not to let his emotions show, Malfoy just snarled, his lips curled with pure revulsion at the man sitting across from him.
"Glad you finally admit that everything we had was fake. It was all a lie. You're fucking pathetic, Potter. At least I can live with what happened. I don't pretend it never did. I don't hide behind my music. I have learned to deal with it every day of my life for the past three years. I must say spending the last two days with you just reminded me of all the pain and heartache you caused me. It made me realize that I didn't want to put myself through that again, and if that means leaving France and returning back to London with out a job then so be it. This interview is not worth my time, but more importantly, Potter; you're no longer worth my time." Malfoy hissed as he got up from his chair and walked out to his car.
Harry just sat there with his head buried in his hands as his fingers tangled themselves in strands of his hair, tugging lightly. His heart broke as he watched Malfoy saunter back to his car; Harry was sure that if Malfoy left tonight there was no chance he would be coming back. He had no reason to. Jumping from his own seat, Harry rushed out into the parking lot. His heart nearly jumped to his throat as he raced toward Malfoy's black Lamborghini. Catching sight of Harry in his mirror, Malfoy brought the car to life, trying to get away.
"Malfoy", shouted Harry, tapping on his driver's window.
The blonde completely ignored him, so Harry did the only thing he could do. He opened the passenger's door and jumped inside the vehicle just before it started moving. Malfoy looked aghast at Harry's behavior.
"Take me to my hotel room." Harry ordered Malfoy.
"What the hell you doing in my car, Potter?" Malfoy said completely shocked.
"Will you get over the fact that I jumped in your car and take me to my hotel room?" Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Can't you drive there?" Malfoy asked confused.
"No, it would be pointless to call, Granger." He responded dryly.
A malicious smirk crept onto Harry's lips as he glanced over at Malfoy who was focused on driving towards Harry's hotel room. Having caught the look on Harry's face, Malfoy looked over at him perplexed, as he felt the blood in his body begin to rise. For the first time he was scared of what Harry was going to do, and there was no escaping him. But what scared him more, is that he really wanted Harry to do whatever it was to him.
"What", Malfoy said shakily.
"Get me to that damn hotel and I just might give you something in return, Draco", Harry hissed in a deep seductive voice that made the skin on Malfoy's body shiver.
Now more than ever, Malfoy was now determined to get Harry to his hotel room. His body was trembling with fierce excitement as he sped towards his destination. Having no idea what Harry had in store for him, Malfoy's mind was running wild with all sorts of thoughts. He really hated to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help but think of a positive outcome. Then he began to wonder if Harry was going to hit him or hurt him physically. The thought alone frightened Malfoy, but he would rather endure all of Harry's physical pain then the emotional torture he had dealt with in the past.
As he stopped at a traffic light, Malfoy turned and gave Harry a cautious glance as his heart beat rapidly in his chest out of pure anxiety of what was going to happen once they got back to the hotel room.
"In a bit of a hurry, Malfoy?" Harry smirked, as the blonde took off immediately, once the light turned green. "I would want to save your energy for later, if I were you, Malfoy." Harry snickered, licking his lips.
Malfoy's body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over him; he could feel his own cock growing hard against his trousers. Part of him thought that he had dozed off and fallen into one of his surreal fantasies in which Harry was seducing Malfoy. That's it; Malfoy decided that Harry was just playing mind games with him. After what was just said in the cafeteria, Harry couldn't possibly want Malfoy like that, but then again, perhaps Harry was like Malfoy in a since; hiding his feelings and pretending he didn't feel a thing when in all reality he wanted nothing more than to ravish the blonde. Nervously, Malfoy pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked the car. Taking a deep breath, he looked over at Harry worriedly.
"I think you might want to come in, Malfoy." Harry smirked as he sauntered into the building.
Hesitating, Malfoy just remained in his car as his mind battled with himself. He wanted to go in to see what Harry was up to, but then Malfoy didn't want to fall victim to some childish prank that Harry played just to get his hopes up. Sighing, he got out of his vehicle and walked into the lobby. He noticed Harry standing next to an elevator as if he was waiting on him. Inside the elevator, Malfoy's body was shaking as he kept stealing secret glances at Harry, who just smirked at him, having noticed his nervous state.
"Relax, Malfoy, you're too tense." Harry whispered.
Malfoy couldn't have been more thankful that the elevator ride lasted only a few seconds. The long walk down the secluded hallway was even worse; Malfoy had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to say something, but he didn't want to start another fight with Harry either. He was so confused; he didn't know which was up or down. Damn, Harry and his stupid mind games. Harry opened the door for Malfoy and walked in behind him. Finally, Malfoy could no longer hold his tongue. The words were just boiling to get out.
"What do you want, Harry?" Malfoy asked nervously.
"What do you think I want?" Harry said in a deep voice, sauntering towards Malfoy, who backed into a wall.
"This…you're not making any sense, Potter." Malfoy stammered. "First in the café, you pretended not to know me, but worst of all you pretending that nothing ever happened between us."
"Yeah, about that, I was a dick." He mumbled.
Okay, something weird is definitely going on here, because Harry was apologizing to Malfoy about his behavior earlier. Either Harry really was sorry or he was trying his hardest to get into Malfoy's trousers. But to Malfoy; he knew that Harry wouldn't have to try that hard at all. Resisting Harry Potter's touch was like resisting temptation. He was the living symbol of sex, money, rock and roll. Harry Potter was like a living drug, and Malfoy lived to be intoxicated by his poison. Three years Malfoy went with out the drug, and now it was standing right in front of him and the only thing he wanted was for Harry to fill him with his venom, making him high with his exotic body and his tantalizing mouth that just makes Malfoy want more and more of Harry. He could never seem to get enough of Harry, no matter how long they were together.
"Perhaps, I should talk first." Harry suggested, taking a deep breath as he poured him a glass of scotch.
Malfoy took a seat on the couch as he sipped on his own liquor, watching every move Harry made intently until he took a seat beside of Malfoy.
"I'm not too good at this…" Harry stammered, as his eyes locked onto Malfoy's. "I was a jerk earlier."
"Yeah, you were, but why are you acting so nice now?" Malfoy asked a bit curiously; he couldn't stop himself now. "What is it you want? Are you being nice to me just so…" He stopped, he didn't want to finish the sentence.
Harry seemed to know what Malfoy was trying to say, and took a big drink of his liquor.
"Why do you always think there's a motive for my actions, Malfoy?" Harry breathed.
"There has to be some reason why you are acting like this? Look, I am in no mood for any of your games, Potter. I know you're just trying to seduce me so you can get off. I am done with that game. I can't do that to myself, Potter. You don't have any idea how long it took to get over you." Malfoy cried angrily, as he got up from the couch and began pacing the floor.
"Incase you didn't realize the last three years haven't been exactly the happiest ones in my life!" Harry exclaimed. "Do you know how many nights I spent alone in my room wishing you were beside of me? I could have had anybody in the world, but I didn't want them. I only wanted you."
"Then why didn't you come looking for me?" Malfoy shouted.
"I didn't want Ron to know what I was doing, but once he was out of the picture I couldn't face you myself because of what I had said. I honestly didn't think you would want to see me either, so I just kept my distance. I lived off my dreams which were filled with memories of you…memories of us." Harry explained.
"I honestly fought with my boss repeatedly trying to get out of interviewing you. I was not ready to see you. I just finally began to heal, and now things are worse than before." Malfoy said exasperatedly as he tugged at strands of his platinum blonde hair.
"This is not easy for me, Malfoy. I never really healed; things just seemed to get simpler until now." Harry responded.
"Just a few minutes ago, you were in a café pretending that you did not know me, now you're telling me what? What are you trying to tell me Potter; because I need to know! I need to know!" Malfoy growled.
Harry slowly walked up to Malfoy until they were only inches apart from each other. Malfoy's heart was beating rapidly in his chest as excitement rose from his stomach and filled his body, making him tremble. His eyes locked onto Harry's emerald orbs and he was immediately possessed by the intense passion in which they contained. Malfoy could not tear his eyes away from Harry's; his body was now burning with raw desire as he nervously chewed on his lower lip. Carefully, Malfoy watched Harry's eyes flutter shut. Lips against lips, Malfoy felt his whole life crumbling in front of him as he parted his lips for Harry. Still after three years, they remained just as soft and just as delicate as they once were. Every muscle in Malfoy's body seemed to dissolve into jelly as he felt his knees weaken beneath him. He had waited, dreamed about this moment for three very long years, and now that it was here he wanted to hold on to it for eternity. Malfoy never wanted to let go of Harry again. All the passion and lust that had been boiling inside of Malfoy for three years was now being released into one very heated kiss. Reality soon came spiraling back into Malfoy's head, making him realize exactly what was going on. Despite the fact that he wanted Harry more than anything in his life at this moment, he was not going to play his sex games with him. Slowly, Malfoy backed away from Harry.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Harry asked quizzically.
"I can't and I won't do this, Harry. I will not be just another one night stand to you. I…can't." He stammered looking into his eyes passionately.
"Malfoy, I never said this was going to be a one night stand." Harry said huskily.
The blonde raised an eye, as his whole body quivered with anxiety. He wanted Harry now more than anything, but he wasn't sure if he was ready emotionally for this.
"In fact, I never said I wanted you to leave at all. So come Malfoy, stay and we can talk about everything and anything. Or just maybe we won't do any talking at all; it's your choice Malfoy." Harry said softly.
"Of course I'll stay, Harry."
