Interview with a Rock Star
XVI
Harry and Malfoy walked hand in hand to a very fine French restaurant. A very attractive blonde waitress had escorted the couple to a secluded booth near the very back of the restaurant. Malfoy's eyes examined the rest of the place. There was a small waterfall in the middle of the area surrounded by tables. Against the wall was one large fish tanks filled with exotic fish. Soft romantic music was playing in the background. Malfoy felt so happy, like a child in a candy store.
"You look amazing, Draco", smiled Harry, placing his hand on top of his. "How was work?"
"Not good. Our photographer was developing photos of you from a shoot, and he was acting like an obnoxious fangirl over you. I had to restrain myself from punching him." Malfoy drawled. "Then my boss reminds me that I have an interview to conduct with you, which I really need to get started on."
"Yet somehow we always find a way of distracting ourselves from that damned interview", chuckled Harry.
"You know something, Harry; I almost got fired today as well." Malfoy smirked.
"For being late?"
"No for sleeping with my client. I denied it though."
"Why do you keep this job?" Harry asked curiously.
"I have always felt like I needed to do something with my life. I like to work; it makes me feel as if I have accomplished things in my life." Malfoy answered.
Soon a tiny waitress appeared and scribbled down their orders, and she disappeared into the crowd of and behind some doors. Malfoy could not take his eyes off of Harry. He just looked so delicious. His black nest was combed and gelled neatly, and he had on a very expensive black suit with a black and silver tie. Malfoy could feel his lower body parts enjoying the sight in front of him, quite well. Everything was going so well; he felt like he was on top of the world.
"Harry, you called me your boyfriend before we left." Malfoy pointed out, nervously.
"Does it bother you?" Harry asked; his smile turned into a frown.
"Not at all; I feel honored to be considered your boyfriend." Malfoy admitted with his cheeks, flushing a light pink.
"I feel honored that you would feel that way about me, especially after what I have said and done to you in the past. I wasn't treating you fairly." Harry said calmly.
"Look, the past hurts Harry. It hurt me greatly, and now here we are in the present enjoying each other's company in a fancy restaurant and this is more important than the past. I don't want to dwell on that; those were miserable times Harry." Malfoy explained.
"Yes, I know exactly what you mean. We need to focus on the present and try to improve the past and prevent any mistakes from repeating themselves." Harry responded, as he leaned across the table and placed a feathery light kiss on Malfoy's lips.
"I don't think I could possibly go through what I had endured over the last three years again." Malfoy said seriously. "I might do something stupid."
"I hope things never get that bad between us again." Harry said in a soft tone.
The small blonde waitress reappeared with a tray full of food. She sat the plates in front of Harry and Malfoy. Harry smiled gently and she flushed pink.
"I am sorry, I couldn't help but notice that you look a lot like that rock star, Harry Potter", She stuttered while twirling her blonde hair around on her finger.
"I get that quite a lot", he laughed.
"I am sure you do, because you look exactly like him. Your eyes are the exact same intense emerald color as his are." She chuckled.
Malfoy's smile had dissolved as he watched the waitress flirt with Harry, his Harry. He was just waiting for the right time to open his mouth and claim his boyfriend.
"Thank you", Harry replied nicely.
"I know you're with a business partner, and this is probably a bad time…" She began still twirling her hair around her finger.
"Yes, this is a bad time. We are having a personal dinner here, and we would like our privacy." Malfoy sneered at the blonde.
The blonde waitress looked affronted, but turned around and walked away. Malfoy smirked satisfactorily, as he placed his hand on top of Harry's.
The two ate dinner peacefully, enjoying the calm atmosphere of the restaurant. The blonde waitress never bothered Harry again; she was nice and polite to him. More than once Malfoy caught her gawking at him, and he scowled at her. Harry paid for the dinner and left the waitress a large tip. The two walked out hand in hand, just the way they had arrived. Malfoy had never felt happier and alive in his life than he did in this precise moment. Everything seemed to be perfect, and he did not want that to change. He released a deep breath, which he did not realize he was holding. It was at that very moment that Malfoy realized that he had fallen head over heels in love with Harry Potter, and he had fallen hard. Every time Harry touched him or even looked at him, his stomach erupted in a fit of butterflies, making him all jittery and giddy. These were emotions Malfoy had rarely experienced, but he was getting used to them. Then with in a few seconds Malfoy's whole world of paradise come tumbling down in front of him, and he looked at Harry, his eyes full of worry and concern.
"Harry, how is this going to work? I mean with your music career; you'll be touring all of England and pretty soon the world." He said with a cracked voice. "And you'll be gone most of the time."
"Draco, I won't leave you. My company has been trying to convince me to go on a U.S. tour for the last three years, and I remained here." He confessed.
"Why?" Malfoy choked.
"I guess you could say hope for you, hope for a reconciliation between us. My music was never more important than you. I don't know but you did something to me Draco Malfoy; you showed me what true love between two human beings is all about. You showed me the emotional connection as well as the physical attraction and the pain of it all. There is just so much chemistry between us, Draco and I would not take anything back, even the heartache. I think the heartache we both went through, as terrible as it was, made us grow even closer to each other and realize what we had together. I realized that I would never find anyone who would tolerate me like you did, especially after the whole Ron fiasco." Harry explained.
Malfoy was in shock; he had never had anyone speak to him like that, in such a loving manner. No one had actually loved him like Harry has.
"Yes we do have quite the emotional connection, Harry. On the outside I may act like a spoilt conceited git, but on the inside I am just trying to make my way through life like everyone else. You are an England rock icon, and I don't want to be the cause of you losing your career, but then again now that I have you, I don't want to lose you." Malfoy confessed as he stared deep into Harry's eyes. "I know you love your career, but I don't know if I could compete with all the love and loyalty your fans show you. You have millions of people worldwide who adore you; I just don't know I can compete with that."
"There is no competition between you and my fans. Yes, I adore my fans, but I love you. They don't know the real me like you do; they don't get me like you do. All the songs I wrote, they had no idea at the time I was singing them that I was going through the worst heartache of my life. I put on an act for them. I smile, I sing and I act like nothing's bothering me and they have no clue as to the internal battles brewing with in me. But with you Draco it's much more intimate. I don't put on a façade or put up barriers with you. You know the real me and who I truly am. I don't hide anything from you." Harry explained seriously, pulling Malfoy close to him.
"You are willing to practically give up your music career just for me?" Malfoy asked surprised.
"I was willing to do it before and that hasn't changed a bit. My music has always been a big part of my life; it has been my life until I met you. I remember the very first time we met." Harry smirked. "Hermione had told me that a guy from London Entertainment wanted to interview me, and for some reason I agreed."
"I was so damn nervous that day, because back then I listened to your music and…." Malfoy began, but blushed and stopped.
"What? You were like a fangirl back then?" Harry chuckled, as he and the blonde walked around the streets of Paris.
"Basically; I mean you were, you are this famous rock star and I was just a reporter for some entertainment magazine. I spent all day that morning in front of mirror and changing clothes because I wanted to impress you." Malfoy said quietly as his cheeks turned a bright pink.
"I remember you were wearing a black Armani suit that fit your body just right. I took one look at you and thought that you must be the company's president or CEO. You just looked and dripped with confidence and elegance." Harry admitted.
"I swear when I laid eyes on you….well I…" Malfoy stammered. "I…couldn't think properly. You were just oozing with sexuality…and well…you can figure what kind of effect that had on me."
"Yes, you practically melted like a school girl. You were so nervous, but at the same time you wanted me so bad you were about cum in your trousers." Harry said boldly, placing a heated kiss on the side of his neck.
"Well you were wearing these tight black leather pants that clung to you like a second skin, and every muscle was just bulging through." Malfoy hissed as an image of Harry in those same pants rushed to his mind.
"Come on, I think it's time we get back to our room." Harry smirked.
They both got into Harry's car and headed back to the hotel room. Malfoy could no longer get the picture of Harry dressed in those tight black leather pants out of his mind.
"Dinner was great, Harry", Malfoy said softly.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"When we get home, you can dessert." Harry smirked, placing his hands on Malfoy's inner thighs.
The minute they walked into Harry's room; Malfoy wrapped his hands around him, crashing their lips together. Harry responded eagerly, but soon pulled away from Malfoy. The blonde looked disappointed.
"Why don't you go into the bedroom and change into something comfortable while I use the bathroom and do the same." Harry suggested.
Malfoy was completely puzzled and a bit saddened by Harry's sudden mood change. He hoped he hadn't said or done anything to anger Harry, thinking back on it he can't remember saying that much at all. Slowly Malfoy removed all articles of clothing except for a pair of dark green boxers and climbed into Harry's king size bed. He pulled the black satin sheets over his chest as he flipped the television on and waited for Harry to emerge from the bathroom.
Within a few minutes, Malfoy had heard the bathroom door open and he heard Harry's footsteps coming toward the bedroom. He had no idea why he was so nervous; he had never been nervous about going to bed with Harry Potter, but perhaps this time it was going to be different. Harry Potter stood in front of the bedroom doorway, staring at Malfoy with his passionate emerald eyes, but it wasn't his eyes that Malfoy was glued to. Harry was wearing the very same tight black leather pants that he wore the first time they met. He felt a surge of pleasure go through his body and straight to his cock. Malfoy chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes raced hungrily over Harry's rock hard body; he just looked so damn delicious. Every nerve ending in Malfoy's body was firing off responses that were sent straight to his erection. A small pool of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, soaking his boxers.
"Fuck Harry", he whimpered.
"Yes Draco, there will be plenty of that", Harry hissed as he sauntered towards the bed, his hips swaying slightly.
Slowly Harry crawled on to the bed, straddling Malfoy locking his eyes onto the blonde's. Both of their bodies were burning with desire as Harry crashed his lips roughly onto Malfoy's. Their tongues darted back and forth, colliding against one another violently. A moan vibrated out of the blonde's mouth and he arched his hips into Harry. Their erections rubbed together, sending waves of pleasure washed through their bodies. Wrapping his hands tightly around Malfoy's wrists, Harry continued kissing him intensely as he carefully locked the metal links to the headboard. Hearing the abrupt loud clinking of metal, Malfoy pulled apart immediately, glaring at Harry.
"Why in the bloody hell did you just handcuff me, Potter?" He spat, eyeing him curiously.
"So I can do all sorts of things to your body." Harry smirked, as he sucked and nibbled at the crook of Malfoy's neck.
His tongue rolled around the soft flesh, sucking at it tenderly; Malfoy moaned. Harry's fingers tangled themselves in Malfoy's silky blonde strands as they kissed fiercely. His lips latched on to the side of Malfoy's neck and sucked as he rolled his fingers around Malfoy's pink nipples. The blonde moaned and writhed under Harry, yearning to touch the famous rocker. Sliding down his body, Harry placed hot kisses on his stomach, rolling his tongue around his navel and dipping it inside. Malfoy squirmed and moaned loudly.
"Draco, you are so damn gorgeous like this. God, I could eat you up." Harry hissed, as his own head was right above Malfoy's throbbing erection.
Parting his mouth, Harry's tongue darted out around the swollen flesh, licking at the clear liquid which had covered it. Malfoy's breath hitched as he arched into the other man's mouth, wanting needing more.
"Patience, Draco love", Harry said soothingly, kissing the top of his cock softly.
Placing each of his hands under Malfoy's legs, Harry lifted them, and spread them apart, revealing his small entrance. Harry looked up at Malfoy with his intense emerald eyes. Quivering and trembling against his restraints, Malfoy moaned loudly as he watched Harry's tongue lick his lips seductively. Malfoy writhed and squirmed frantically against Harry, the moment his tongue darted across his entrance.
"Shit Harry", the blonde hissed as waves of raw pleasure coursed through his entire body.
Harry continued rolling his tongue slowly around Malfoy's entrance as his hands rubbed and caressed his thighs. Malfoy moaned and wriggled against Harry. Erotic sensations coursed through his body repeatedly as Harry's tongue darted in and out of his entrance. Malfoy had never felt anything quite as amazing as Harry tonguing his tight hole. His cock was aching painfully for release as a small pool of pre-cum formed at the tip. Harry's hands were only a few inches away from his member and the heat was driving him mad. Malfoy moved and twisted his hips as much as possible to get Harry to touch his cock.
"Patience Malfoy", Harry smirked as he began placing heated kisses on his pale thighs.
"I am running out. I can't hold on much longer Harry", he hissed as he felt Harry's lips graze the underside of his cock.
"You're so fucking delicious!" Harry growled.
"Harry please!" Malfoy moaned.
"Just hang in there for a little longer." Harry smirked.
"I can't do it." He snapped anxiously.
Opening his mouth, Harry inhaled the tip of Malfoy's swollen cock as his tongue lapped at the pre-cum hungrily. Malfoy arched himself into Harry's mouth as a deep moan escaped his mouth. Harry took Malfoy's entire length into his mouth, sucking on it vigorously; his tongue rolling around the shaft.
"Oh fuck Harry!" Malfoy cried out. "Please…"
Slowly Harry let Malfoy's throbbing erection slip from his mouth. With an evil gleam in his emerald orbs, Harry hoisted Malfoy's legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed the blonde fiercely as his own erection rubbed against Malfoy's backside. He groaned anxiously. Harry wanted Malfoy so bad that he didn't waste time on being easy or gentle. With one hard thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside the blonde. Malfoy howled in pleasure at the sudden feeling of Harry buried inside of him. Pulling most of himself out, Harry then slammed back into the blonde passionately. Waves of raw pleasure washed over him repeatedly as he growled loudly, grinding his hips into the rock star. Leaning down Harry crashed his lips into Malfoy for a fiery hot kiss where their tongues fought back and forth for dominance. Harry continued pounding his erection deep inside of the blonde, hitting his pleasure point each time, which made him writhe and moan in a fit of raw hungry desire.
"Harry…shit I'm not going to last much longer." He breathed.
Harry was now seeing stars as he thrust vigorously into the blonde, making sure to hit his pleasure point every time. His hands grasped Malfoy's pulsating erection, stroking it with such eagerness. The blonde's hips rocked into Harry's as he lost himself in all of the ecstasy. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his orgasm rock through his body. With a loud groan, streams of hot cum shot through his cock, covering his stomach and Harry's hands. Slamming violently into Malfoy, Harry exploded deep inside of him. His own juices filled Malfoy as he pumped harder and harder. After his orgasm, Harry slowly pulled his now flaccid cock out of Malfoy, leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Malfoy sighed as Harry undid the restraints; he rubbed his wrists.
"That was amazing!" Malfoy exclaimed, grabbing Harry's face and kissing him deeply.
"You're amazing." Harry complimented. "I love being with you. I love spending every moment of the day with you."
Malfoy felt his cheeks flush a slight pinkish color. No one has ever said those kinds of words about him.
"I love you", he said calmly, while staring into Harry's emerald orbs.
"I love you too Draco." Harry responded as a genuine smile crossed his face. "I could stay like this forever." He said as he laid his head on Draco's chest.
"I don't ever want to move." Malfoy admitted shyly as his fingers combed Harry's nest of black hair distractedly.
The two soon fell asleep in each other's arms with wide smiles across their faces. Malfoy could not have been happier with this day; in fact, it was probably one of the best days he had had in three years. He smiled as he looked forward to more of these with Harry, his boyfriend. A wave of excitement spread throughout his body, as he could now call Harry his boyfriend. He had longed to do that, and now they were actually together. Malfoy would not have changed anything about the last three years. Despite the pain and trouble; he realized that it helped him grow emotionally and become aware of his own feelings. Right now everything was perfect.
The next day Harry quietly climbed out of bed, trying his hardest not to wake Malfoy. He went into his kitchen and began making breakfast; he really wanted to do something special for Malfoy, since Malfoy was the cause for Harry's sudden happiness and giddiness. He made a batch of pancakes and poured him a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. Malfoy also had a cup of hot coffee waiting for him. With his smile still etched on his face, Harry went in to wake Malfoy up. The blonde was lying on his back with his arms sprawled above his head. Harry couldn't help the small chuckle that left his mouth, but Malfoy just looked so adorable and peaceful sleeping; he really did hate waking him up. Leaning over the bed, Harry placed feathery kisses along his neck. The blonde made a muffled noise and turned his head the other way.
"Wake up, love." Harry whispered into his ear.
Malfoy made another groan, but no attempt to actually wake up.
"Draco, baby, wake up", hissed Harry.
Again, no response.
This time Harry was tired of being subtle about it. Malfoy needed to get up and out of that bed, so he leaned down and smashed his lips on to Malfoy's. The blonde immediately began responding and attempted to wrap his arms around Harry's neck, but Harry got up. Malfoy looked at him in sheer disappointment.
"You know you can't go around waking me up like that. I am liable to ravage you in my sleep." Malfoy smirked.
"Yeah, I'll be more careful next to time." Harry responded. "Now get your ass out of bed and come and eat."
Malfoy slipped on his black robe and followed Harry into the kitchen. He saw his plate of pancakes at the table and smiled. Inside his heart melted, that someone had actually done this for him.
"You cooked me breakfast?" He asked surprised.
"Yes, you need to eat." Harry smiled and handed him the morning paper.
"I could really get used to this. You waking me up with your delicious kisses and then cooking me a wonderful breakfast, makes me want to stay here with you and not go to work today." Malfoy admitted as he sipped on his coffee.
"Don't go", said Harry seriously.
"I have to work, Harry. As tempting as it sounds I cannot miss work." He replied.
"Then quit. Look, I know it means a lot to you, but you are definitely going to be fired when your boss finds out you're sleeping with his client. Then that will ruin your reputation as a good reporter, and I know you Malfoy. That would destroy you. You could quit and move in with me. Yes, move in with me in my house in London." Harry said excitedly.
"I can't just quit job and move out of my flat." He stammered as he eyed Harry awkwardly.
"If you go back to your flat, you will be all alone wishing you were here with me doing all sorts of x-rated things. I know you, Draco. You are a great reporter, but you're not one to ruin your reputation for some job that doesn't pay that well. You strive for the best, that's why you picked me." Harry snickered.
"Yes, well you are right. I'd be completely miserable at my own flat and my job isn't worth my own reputation. I could find a better one." Malfoy said, now contemplating the idea of actually quitting his job.
"Exactly, and we could live in my place in London. No one knows where it's located except for manager, Hermione Granger. She's the only friend I ever really had. There's more than enough room. I would even help you move your stuff in. It should be fun." Harry beamed enthusiastically.
"What about your career?" Malfoy asked.
"I have a recording studio in my house. I can record songs and make my own records right from home and I could do local shows around London. You could come along if you wanted. My life hasn't seemed this accomplished since…well never. I thought I had things figured out back when I was just getting started, but I was wrong. Now everything seems to make sense and have a purpose, you!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Everything was so chaotic; I really had no idea what the hell I wanted out of life, but now I do. I want you to quit your job move into my house where I could work on my recordings and tour locally."
Thinking about what Harry had said; Malfoy knew he was right. His own life was a mess before he met Harry, and ever since he's been the only thing Malfoy ever wanted. Harry gave Malfoy a reason to live, a reason to feel. Sometimes he wondered where he would be if he wasn't with Harry, but he didn't dwell on that too long, because he was way too happy to even care. His own life seemed to finally have a meaning, and he wanted to share it with Harry.
"Yes, I'll do it Harry. I'll quit my job and move in with you!"
