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Interview with a Rock Star

Part XV

"I want you now", Malfoy panted as his lips crashed into Harry's for a rough kiss filled with such intensity and passion.

Groaning against Malfoy's lips, Harry wrapped his hand around his neck, pulling him against his body. Both men could feel the hardness of the other pressing firmly against them. Frantically, Harry's hands began tearing at Malfoy's shirt as it now hung loosely off his shoulders. Locking his lips on to the side of the blonde's neck where he sucked gingerly savoring the flavor of his pale flesh. With his hands tight around Malfoy's waist, Harry guided Malfoy to the couch, where he then pushed him down. Harry crawled on top of the blonde, kissing his lips with such eagerness and longing. All the passion and lust that Harry had kept inside of him for over the past three years was spiraling out of control as his hands tore at Malfoy's expensive shirt, ripping it practically in half. His masculine hands roamed frantically over the taut body underneath of him. Arching his back and moaning loudly, Malfoy rolled his hips into Harry, feeling their material clad erections rub against each other. A thousand pulses of passion shot through his body and straight to his cock, making him even harder.

"Draco", Harry whimpered as he latched his wet lips onto the crook of his neck where he sucked vigorously as his fingers entangled in the blonde strands of silky hair.

Malfoy's hands ripped Harry's shirt from his body in a fit of lust as he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, grinding himself into the rocker. All the passion and lust was causing Harry to see stars; he could feel his boxers already wet with pre-cum as he rolled his hips against Malfoy with such need and desire. Malfoy could see the passion filled in Harry's intense emerald orbs as he gazed into him. It had been three very long years since either of them had touched one another or anyone else, and at that precise moment, Malfoy wanted nothing more than to please Harry. He wanted to make Harry feel good, and he was going to do exactly that. Slowly Malfoy slid out from under Harry, leaving the rocker puzzled.

"What…" he began.

Wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, he pulled him close for a passionate kiss; their tongues darting back and forth vigorously. Suddenly Harry was sitting on the couch with Malfoy straddling his lap. Malfoy's hands began rubbing and pinching Harry's pink nipples until they were fully erect. Teasingly Malfoy ground his erection into Harry's, making him whimper softly. With an intense mischievous smirk on his face, Malfoy slid his body down until he was kneeling in front of Harry. Slowly his hands began fumbling with the buttons on Harry's trousers. He placed small heated kisses on his lower abdomen, as Harry rolled his hips towards Malfoy.

"Patience", muttered Malfoy as he slid Harry's pants down to his ankles along with his black boxers.

Grasping Harry's throbbing cock in his hands, Malfoy began stroking it slowly. How he missed the feeling of Harry's pulsating member; he could almost cum just from touching Harry alone. He missed running his hands all over his body and stroking him into a blissful state of passion. Darting his tongue across the tip of Harry's leaking cock, Malfoy slurped up the clear liquid, as another soft moan escaped from Harry's lips. Harry still had the same masculine flavor that Malfoy had remembered. Tasting him again after three years was like relapsing back into an old addiction that never got cured. Opening his mouth, Malfoy placed his lips over the head of his cock, sucking on it gingerly.

"Oh shit", moaned Harry, thrusting his hips into Malfoy.

With his hands firmly on Harry's hips, Malfoy lowered his lips, taking in the rest of his aching cock. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt himself being completely engulfed by the blonde's hot mouth. Harry had almost forgotten just how good Malfoy's mouth felt sucking on his cock until now. Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he began loosing himself in Malfoy's movements, as his lips slid up and down his length, savoring his unique flavor. His fingers tangled themselves in Malfoy's silky blonde strands, as he inhaled every inch of Harry's manhood.

"Fuck, Draco", He groaned, rocking his hips into the blonde.

Malfoy moved his head up and down Harry's cock, hungrily slurping at it. Harry's fingers tightened in Malfoy's hair, shoving his face down until he could feel himself touch the back of Malfoy's throat. His body began to shake and tremble with so much pleasure as his breathing became heavy. Malfoy could tell that it wouldn't be long before Harry came, so he slowly let his wet cock slip from his mouth. Harry groaned at the sudden loss of Malfoy's mouth. Grey eyes became glued to emerald ones; both were burning into each others' souls, as if reading each other. This made Malfoy's body ache with desire.

Never taking his eyes away from Harry's, Malfoy carefully removed his own trousers, revealing his own erection. Wrapping his hand around his member, Malfoy moved it up and down very slowly, rubbing in the pre-cum which had seeped through his slit. Harry's eyes traveled down to watch Malfoy's hand as it stroked his cock tentatively. Harry's hands were itching to grasp his own cock and start beating it violently, but he knew better than to do that. Watching Malfoy stroke his own cock was mesmerizing to Harry; he wanted to touch it so badly that he could almost taste it.

"Draco", he panted heavily as he chewed on his lower lip.

Harry's hand wrapped around Malfoy's, and moved it along with his. Malfoy moaned as Harry's thumb rolled around his slit, smearing the clear liquid. Harry's own cock was aching painfully for any kind of relief. Leaning down, Malfoy crashed his lips against Harry for a fiery hot kiss where their tongues battled fiercely. Harry grasped both of their cocks with his fist and stroked them both passionately. Their bodies rocked together vigorously as Harry's hand slid up down both of their shafts.

"Harry", moaned Malfoy, as multiple waves of pleasure washed over his quivering body.

"Draco…I want to fuck you. I can't hang on much longer." He breathed heavily.

Malfoy turned his body around so that he was sitting on Harry's lap. He could feel his erection rubbing against his backside, making him groan in anticipation. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he just had to feel Harry inside of him again.

Slowly Harry positioned himself at Malfoy's entrance as his lips locked onto to the side of Malfoy's neck. The blonde moaned heavily as he felt the tip of Harry's cock poking at his entrance. Carefully Harry's cock penetrated Malfoy's tight entrance, the blonde moaned at the sudden intrusion. He hadn't had anything inside him in three years, and the sensation was completely overwhelming. Harry slid the rest of his length inside of the blonde, eliciting a heavy moan. Malfoy hadn't felt this good in three very long years. Rocking his hips, Harry sheathed himself fully inside of Malfoy; the blonde moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck", Malfoy cried out as Harry pulled out and slammed back into him.

"Draco…oh fuck", Harry groaned as he locked his lips onto the crook of Malfoy's neck, sucking vigorously.

Harry removed most of his cock from Malfoy and then slammed it back inside, hitting his pleasure point. Reaching his hands above his head and wrapping them around Harry's neck, Malfoy turned their heads so that their lips smashed together passionately as he ground his backside against Harry's cock. Malfoy was riding Harry's cock, his body bouncing up and down as Harry pumped into him violently. Heavy moans were coming from both men as they became lost in the heat and passion that had taken over them. Wrapping his hands around Malfoy's throbbing cock, Harry stroked it with equal force that matched his thrusts. Tossing his head back, Malfoy growled in pleasure as he rode Harry's cock into a blissful oblivion where nothing mattered except the feeling of their bodies moving together as one.

"Harry", panted Malfoy as his whole body trembled and every muscle tightened.

Harry pounded into him relentlessly, hitting his pleasure point repeatedly, as his hands continued beating his cock. The blonde moaned and writhed against Harry.

"Come on, Draco, come for me. I want to feel your hot seed cover my hands." Harry moaned in a husky voice, nibbling on Malfoy's ear.

Malfoy could not hold on any longer. Arching his back, Malfoy's body shuddered and in a fit of ecstasy he exploded, spilling his cum all over Harry's hands and his stomach. Feeling the intensity of Malfoy's orgasm, Harry's body vibrated as his own orgasm ripped through him; shooting his hot load deep inside of Malfoy. Malfoy collapsed against Harry's chest, as he fell back into the couch; both of them trying to recover from their intense orgasms.

"Fuck, I haven't felt this good since the last time you fucked me senseless", Malfoy commented, placing a heated kiss on Harry's cheek.

"It was beyond amazing. I dreamt of shagging you all the time, but I almost forgot how damn good it felt to feel myself buried inside of you." Harry responded, running his fingers through Malfoy's blonde strands.

Slowly Malfoy climbed off of Harry and pulled his boxers on. Harry did the same. There was an awkward silence between the two.

"I missed you, Draco", Harry said lowly. "I thought about you constantly."

Malfoy sat beside Harry with his hand on his thigh; his eyes piercing into Harry's.

"I missed you too", Malfoy admitted; never breaking eye contact. "You haunted every moment of my existence. I thought I was going mad."

"Let me tell you something Draco. The night I left you I felt like part of me had died. Nothing was ever the same again. I did go back to my music career, only to distract myself from you. But every song I wrote was about you. I tried everything from drinking myself into a stupor, but then I just got angry that you were still in my head." Harry confessed.

"Yes, I know quite what you mean. You could say I have acted in the same manor, trying to rid you of my mind." Malfoy agreed sternly.

"I once heard that if you can't get someone out of your head then maybe their supposed to be there." Harry chuckled.

Malfoy placed his lips on the side of Harry's neck and started sucking lightly.

"I can't believe we just did it", he moaned into Harry's ear.

"It felt so surreal, being with you again." Harry said. "I feel like I should be waking up from a very wet dream."

Harry's cell phone had interrupted their serene moment. Rolling his eyes he grabbed the gadget and placed it to his ear.

"Yes", he said a bit annoyed.

"Hermione, I know I have an appointment with my record company. I did not forget; I will be there in a bit. Just tell them I'm running late." He snapped.

"I am fine, Hermione, don't worry. I am kind of in the middle of something so please tell them I will be there as soon as I get there." He said sternly as he shut the device and tossed into the floor.

Malfoy looked worried; he didn't want to leave Harry so soon. This was the first time in a long while, Malfoy was content with the way things were. He and Harry had just shagged each other beyond senseless, and now they were in each other's arms discussing their feelings, and Malfoy never really was one to discuss his emotions. But things were different with Harry; he felt like he could be himself, like he didn't have to pretend anymore. He missed this so much; he just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, before Ron Weasley got in the way and tried to ruin everything.

"Hey, Draco, would you join me for dinner? I mean it's just room service, but you can get anything you want." Harry suggested as his cheeks flushed a light pink.

"What about that appointment with what ever it was?" Malfoy asked casually.

"I can always reschedule. My career is definitely important to me, but I don't want to mess this up between us. Everything is going so well right now." Harry replied as he picked up the telephone.

Once their food had arrived, Harry and Malfoy sat at the kitchen table across from each other as they eat peacefully. Malfoy's eyes found Harry's more than once, and both just smirked at each other. After they both had finished their meal, Harry had cleaned up. There was that awkward silence where neither one of them said a word, Malfoy was nervous; his insides were quivering. He had no idea what to say.

"Umm…thanks for dinner, Harry." Malfoy stammered.

"No problem, Draco."

"I…guess I better go. It's getting late and I have to be at work early in the morning." Malfoy said as he began putting on his shoes.

"No, don't go. I don't want you to. I want to you to stay here with me. I don't care if you have to get up early in the morning and leave, just please stay tonight." Harry pleaded.

Hearing the want and need in Harry's voice, made the decision completely easy for Malfoy. If Harry wanted him to stay then so he would. Smiling up at Harry, Malfoy made him self comfortable on the couch where Harry settled down beside of him. He never wanted to leave Harry's side again. He spent too many nights alone. This was the way things were supposed to be. The two men were sitting on the couch watching some program about magic and wizards.

"What kind of magic powers would you want, Draco?" Harry asked casually as his hands rubbed the pale taut chest.

"I would love to be able to read your mind, Harry and see what you're thinking." Malfoy smirked, as he leaned in for a passionate kiss.

"Let's take this across the hall to the bedroom", Harry chuckled as he got up grabbing Malfoy's hand and guiding him into the bedroom where he pulled them both down on the bed. This time Harry was the one on top of Malfoy. Their eyes remained glued to each other as they could fell their cocks hardening with excitement once again.

"You are so gorgeous", Harry smiled, stroking a small strand of blonde hair.

Malfoy didn't have any response but Harry noticed the slight flushing of his cheeks. This time Malfoy didn't want to waste anytime with foreplay, he wanted to bury himself inside of Harry immediately. Taking his index finger, Malfoy slipped the digit into his mouth and sucked on it, until it was coated with his saliva. Harry watched, transfixed as Malfoy sucked on his finger tentatively. Harry's cock was already growing hard again. He already had a pretty good idea what Malfoy was going to do with that finger, so he turned around on all fours, where his back was facing the blonde. Slowly Malfoy pressed his finger against Harry's backside. Harry's body was trembling and burning with desire as Malfoy's finger slipped easily inside of him. A small whimper escaped Harry's lips. Fastening his lips on to the crook of Harry's neck, Malfoy sucked and nibbled at the flesh as he inserted another digit inside of Harry, scissoring him.

"Draco", panted Harry as the pre-come coated the tip of his erect cock.

Malfoy had decided that he had wasted enough time preparing Harry. He wanted to feel himself deep inside of the rock star, so he positioned his own cock right at Harry's entrance. The rock star let out a low groan as Malfoy slowly penetrated his small entrance.

"Shit", Malfoy moaned against the tightness of Harry's backside.

Malfoy slid his entire length inside of Harry, filling him completely. The sensation was completely overpowering him as he felt Harry's tightness engulf his aching prick. Slowly Malfoy pulled himself out of Harry and then slammed back into him.

"Oh shit Draco…." He moaned, rolling his hips into Malfoy's.

Malfoy groaned deeply as he pummeled deep inside of Harry, hitting his pleasure point each and every time, causing him to growl in pleasure. With his hands wrapped around Harry's waist, Malfoy stroked his cock vigorously, his hands sliding up and down the slick shaft simultaneously with his thrusts. Waves of passion crashed over both of their bodies as Malfoy continued to pump violently into Harry. His body was burning with desire and hunger; he could not seem to be able to get enough of the rock star. Soon Malfoy was seeing stars as he buried his cock deep inside of Harry as his hands stroked him passionately. Malfoy could tell he was on the verge with just a couple of more hard thrusts with his trembling body, Malfoy tossed his head back and let out a heavy guttural groan as his hot cum shot from his cock and deep inside of Harry. The warm feeling of Malfoy's seed spilling into him sent Harry over the edge as well. Thick streams of cum spurted from his cock, covering Malfoy's hands and the bed sheets. Carefully Malfoy pulled out from Harry, and lay back on the bed. Harry joined him. Taking his finger that was coated in Harry's cum, Malfoy darted his tongue around lapping up the juice. Harry watched him intently before crashing his lips on to Malfoy's. Their tongues fought brutally against each other. Soon Harry pulled away, breathing heavily; his emerald green orbs were glazed over with passion mixed with satisfaction.

"You are going to kill me with all of this pleasure", Harry panted. "I really don't think I can move a muscle."

"Good, I'm glad because I don't want you to move", Malfoy smirked.

Within minutes both Malfoy and Harry had fallen asleep wrapped in each others arms.

The ringing of Malfoy's cell phone had awoken him from his pleasant slumber. He groggily grabbed the cell phone and answered it.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is Mr. Cartier speaking. I am calling to inform you that you are nearly thirty minutes late! Do you plan on coming in today?" The boss growled.

Malfoy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he abruptly sat up in complete shock.

"Of course, I am coming in today. I am sorry; I didn't mean to oversleep. I will be there right way." Malfoy stammered.

"Good." Mr. Cartier said sternly as he hung up.

Glancing over, Malfoy stared at Harry's sleeping body and all events of last night came rushing through his head and a warm smile crossed his face. This was the first time he actually woke up feeling good, well he would have felt better if he wasn't late for work. Harry was sleeping so peacefully that Malfoy really didn't want to disturb him. Leaning his head down, Malfoy pressed a gentle kiss on Harry's soft lips. He moaned as he wrapped his arms around Malfoy, pulling him on top as the kiss intensified. Malfoy could feel the hardness of Harry's cock rubbing against his thighs.

"Harry, I'm late for work." Malfoy mumbled into his lips.

"Yes, I heard your conversation, but it wouldn't hurt to be a few more minutes late." The rocker smirked, nibbling on Malfoy's ear.

Malfoy decided that Harry had a real good point about being late. Kissing him frantically, Malfoy slipped his hands inside his black boxers, grabbing his erection and stroking it softly. A small whimper fell from Harry's lips. Kneeling down, Malfoy's tongue darted out, licking up the clear liquid which dripped from his slit. With in seconds Malfoy's lips covered the tip as he sucked on it. Harry's hands were wrapped around the strands of blonde hair. This had to be the best way he has woke up in his entire life, with his cock half-way down Draco Malfoy's mouth. His head slid up and down as he inhaled every inch of Harry's cock, sucking vehemently. Harry couldn't hold on much longer, and he came with a loud groan, filling Malfoy's mouth with his hot cum. The blonde of course swallowed every last drop. Malfoy rose up where hew as face to face with Harry. Their lips crashed together violently, allowing Harry to taste his own juices.

"You are so fucking delicious", Malfoy moaned, as their tongues collided. "As much as I would love to stay here and do this with you, I do have a job to get back to."

"I know." Harry said with a sad look appearing on his face.

Malfoy cleaned up and put on a black Armani suit and fixed his hair. He stood in front of the mirror for what seemed like minutes.

"Malfoy you look absolutely edible." Harry smirked, licking his lips. "Perhaps you should come back after work, and let me taste you."

A small blush crept over his face as he smirked at the rock star. He couldn't believe that Harry had actually wanted him to come back.

Malfoy left Harry's hotel with a big grin glued to his face like a silly love-struck girl. The only thing he could think about on his way to work was Harry and everything that had happened between them in the past 24 hours. It was amazing to think how just the other day Malfoy was throwing a fit because he couldn't stand Harry anymore, now he wanted Harry more than anything. His life had made quite the drastic changes, and he couldn't be happier about it. He walked into his office about 45 minutes late, but he was happy about it.

"Good to see you finally made it to work on time, Mr. Malfoy. I would really like to speak with you in my office." Mr. Cartier said sternly.

Reluctantly Malfoy followed his boss to his own office, where he sat down and just looked at his boss uncomfortably.

"I would like to know what detained you from getting to work on time." He ordered.

"Harry Potter", Malfoy stammered.

"Harry Potter, I see you must have been working on that interview." Mr. Cartier smirked.

Malfoy's brain went blank; he had completely forgotten about the interview. After all, he and Harry had been preoccupied with other activities.

"The interview…yes", Malfoy replied.

"I do hope you remember our policy about getting intimate with the clients; anyone who does will be fired automatically." Mr. Cartier said pursing his thin lips.

Malfoy swallowed hard as he tried to hide any indication of sexual behavior from his boss. This was going to be hard; he didn't know how long he was going to be able to keep his secret from his boss. He had totally forgotten about that one rule that would cost him his job. Malfoy decided that he was going to hide it from his boss the best he could; he would not admit anything to anyone.

"There is nothing intimate between you and Mr. Potter is there, Mr. Malfoy?" His boss hissed, glaring into his eyes.

"No…of course not; I am just doing my job, Mr. Cartier." Malfoy smirked, thinking to his self that he is indeed doing a good job on pleasing Harry.

"Good, I would really hate to fire you. Now please go help Mr. Creevey with some more photos, and then I would like for you to compose a rough draft of the interview." Mr. Cartier ordered.

Malfoy walked out of his office and towards the photography Dark Room, where he would most likely find Colin Creevey. Quietly he opened the door, and walked inside. Colin was over in a corner pulling the photographs out of the liquid.

"Good morning, Creevey. Who do we have here?" Malfoy smirked as he picked up one of the photos.

"More of Harry Potter sir; I was told to develop them for your interview." He said excitedly. "Have you even talked to Harry Potter about the interview?"

"You could say that", Malfoy smirked, reminiscing about his previous activities.

"You are the luckiest man in Paris, France to get the chance to interview him. You have no idea how many blokes would kill to be in your shoes, a chance to get to know Harry Potter", squealed Colin.

"Yes, interviewing Harry Potter is personal on so many levels." Malfoy drawled, as he handed a picture to Colin. "Now do you mind to quit acting like a silly fangirl?"

After a very tedious day at work, Malfoy was finally released, on the way home all he could think about was Mr. Cartier's stupid rule about not sleeping with clients. He wanted to finish the interview which he was assigned, but he did not want to give up shagging the rock star, at least not until the interview was completed. Another thing kept racing through his mind, what was going to happen between him and Harry now? Malfoy had been through a lot of crap lately because of Harry, some of it good the other not so well, but he wouldn't change any of it for any the world. Working for the London Entertainment allowed him to meet Harry James Potter, and that ended up being the best day of his life. Being with Harry did something to Malfoy; it made him feel special for the first time. Harry actually had been the first person to care for Malfoy, and Harry was the first person Malfoy had ever fallen for, and he fell hard. His mind was wondering what was going to happen next. Surely he had endured enough pain and heartache for the last three years; maybe it was time for something good to happen.

Arriving at Harry's hotel room, Malfoy knocked nervously on the door. Harry stood on the other side of the door wearing a very nice expensive black suit. His hair was gelled nicely. Malfoy just gawked at Harry; he looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Come in Malfoy." Harry said smiling.

"Why are you so dressed up?" Malfoy asked, eyeing Harry's suit.

"We have a date." He said simply.

"A date?" Malfoy repeated his voice full of surprise.

"Yes. I have made reservations for us at the finest restaurant in Paris." Harry smirked.

Malfoy's heart was just beating rapidly in his chest as excitement filled his body. He had never felt this excited over a date before. He wanted nothing more to jump up and down and hug Harry tightly, but he quietly restrained himself from acting like a foolish fangirl. All worrisome thoughts about Mr. Cartier's rules and the interview had vanished from his mind. He was now focused on the date with Harry Potter.

"Why are you taking me out?" Malfoy questioned nervously, hoping against all odds that Harry was not going to find some excuse not to see him again.

"I want to take you out on a proper date, because it has been three very long years since I had seen you, and before we parted I wasn't very nice to you. I want to take you out for a fine dinner and treat you like you should be treated, besides do I really need an excuse to take out my boyfriend?" Harry grinned

The world had seemed to stop as Malfoy heard the last word come from Harry's lips. He couldn't have possibly heard what he thought he did. Malfoy thought that his fantasies of being a couple with Harry were just running wildly through his mind.

"What?" He asked completely surprised.

"Let me explain something Draco. I know I have treated you not so well in the past, and I am sorry. But I want you to know that I never once stopped caring for you; in fact Draco I loved you. I still love you deeply." Harry confessed.

Malfoy just sat there completely unable to speak. His body wanted to explode with excitement. He felt so alive like nothing could ruin his mood, and for some reason he felt it easier to express his feelings.

"I….love…you", he stuttered.