AN: Hey! After a very long break here is the latest installment. Sorry for such the long gap between updates…technical difficulties. I want to thank all of my readers for loving this story and reviewing it. I hope you continue to do so. Again, I own nothing except the errors and the plot. The characters belong to someone named J.K. Okay R&R! Thanks!

Interview with a Rock Star

Part XVII

After a pleasant breakfast with Harry, Malfoy jumped in the shower. His mind full of random thoughts; he couldn't believe he was actually considering quitting his job to move in with Harry. It was weird to think that just the other day the two were screaming at each other. Malfoy never expected for things to move so quickly between them, but he wouldn't change that. He was sick and tired of constantly dealing with pain and heartache. It was about time things started making sense in his life; he had been through enough the last few years. Back then, if anyone told him that he and Harry would reconcile things, Malfoy would have laughed at them and call them insane. Everything just seemed so surreal, but he was happy. Malfoy felt alive again, like his life actually had purpose once more.

He finished getting ready and joined Harry in the living room. Harry was still wearing his black cotton pajamas and his hair was still a mess, but Malfoy thought he was absolutely adorable.

"Do you really have to leave me?" Harry asked, drinking his coffee.

"Yes, but I will be back." Malfoy said.

"You better, because we're going to my flat in London when you return." Harry smiled.

"I can't wait." Malfoy smiled, not smirked actually smiled.

"This all seems too surreal." Harry said as if reading Malfoy's mind.

"I know; I can't believe it. Just the other day we were throwing punches at each other and screaming obscenities." Malfoy responded.

"We have moved rather quickly over the past few days." Harry stated seriously.

Malfoy suddenly became nervous and worried. He was so happy right now and he really hoped Harry was too. He didn't want a thing to change. It had been hard enough for the both of them; they deserved to be happy.

"It did happen rather fast, Harry, but I'm happy with it. I wouldn't change it. We both have endured enough heartache and we deserve to be happy together." Malfoy responded.

"I know we do, and I'm glad it happened so quickly." Harry smiled as he hugged Malfoy. "Oh I missed you so much Malfoy."

"I missed you too Harry. It's good too feel you again." Malfoy whispered in his ear. "It's good to feel anything once more. I have been so numb, but the past days you brought me back to life again."

"It feels good to live again doesn't it?" Harry said softly, kissing him on the cheek.

"Yes it does, Harry. I'd love to stay here with you all day, but I have a job to get to." Malfoy responded, kissing Harry back.

"Are you going to quit?"

"Yeah, I think I will." He nodded as he opened up the door.

"Hey, Malfoy", called Harry.

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." Malfoy smiled as he walked out the door.

On the way to work, Malfoy couldn't help but act like a school girl head-over-heels in love, but he was. Malfoy hadn't felt this good or happy for a while; he was beginning to think it was possible to find happiness with out Harry. But he found the two together, just like he always wanted.

Walking in to the building, Malfoy waved and spoke to all of his co-workers, who just sent him confused looks. He went straight to Mr. Cartier's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in", he said nonchalantly.

Malfoy walked inside and took a seat.

"There is something I would like to discuss with you." Malfoy said, smiling at his boss.

"You finished the interview, I hope?" He questioned as he took a puff off of his cigar.

"I am in the process of completing it, but once the interview is finished I would like to resign."

"Resign? Why?" Mr. Cartier asked, glaring at him.

"I am moving back to London, and I just think it would be best if I quit." He answered honestly.

"I'll give you a raise if you stay." His boss suggested.

"No offense Mr. Cartier, but no amount of money could make me stay." Malfoy replied, smirking.

"You're with him!" He exclaimed.

"What?" Malfoy asked shocked.

"I been around enough employees, you are with Harry Potter!" He shouted.

"No, we became good friends but nothing intimate; I assure you." Malfoy lied directly to his face.

"I may not be young, but I know what the hell is going on, Malfoy." He growled. "Just finish the damned interview and you may leave."

"You're wrong…" Malfoy began.

"I am not stupid, Mr. Malfoy, and I don't like you insulting my intelligence. I should have seen it from the beginning. You didn't want to do the interview in the first place because there was something going on with the two of you. It wasn't working out, and now you want to quit because you're moving to London. You two must have worked things out and he's asked you to move to London with him. Is it really worth it?" Mr. Cartier snapped.

"Yes, it is. You don't know the whole story, but it is most definitely worth it. You'll get your damned interview Cartier." Malfoy growled as he walked out of his office and began working on some questions.

"Mr. Malfoy, can I have your opinion?" A voice squeaked.

"What is it, Creevey?" Malfoy said, not even looking up from his desk.

"Which Harry Potter photo do you think would be best for your interview?" He said, handing Malfoy a handful of photos.

"I'll deal with that later. I'm more concerned about actually getting the interview done." Malfoy drawled.

"How about this one?" Collin suggested. "He looks so gorgeous, but of course he always does."

"You know Creevey; I would really hate to kill you for ogling my boyfriend like a pathetic girl." He threatened.

"EEEP, you're dating Harry Potter? You can't be; you'd be fired." He exclaimed.

"I am resigning as soon as the interview is complete. Now please go find someone else to annoy."

Malfoy sat at his desk trying to create some very personal yet interesting questions to ask Harry. He could not procrastinate any longer on this interview. He had to get it finished tonight. He would go to Harry's flat in London and there they would do the interview. There would be no distractions, just the two of them. Malfoy would have to put off sex with Harry to get the interview done. When he is finally finished with it then he is free to be with Harry and do as he pleases.

Malfoy returned back to Harry's hotel room only to find him packing up his stuff. A painful flashback surfaced to his mind and he couldn't do anything besides stand there and watch.

"Draco, I am not leaving you." Harry smiled as he walked over and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend.

A huge breath escaped from his lips, which he didn't even know was there.

"You're coming with me; remember we are going to house in London?"

"Yes", he stammered.

"How was work? Did you talk to your boss?"

"He knows about us." Malfoy stated.

"Why did you tell him?"

"I didn't. He put two and two together." Malfoy said softly, taking a seat on the bed.

"So are you fired?"

"No, he wants me to finish the damn interview and then I can resign." Malfoy explained.

"That damn interview keeps getting away from us." Harry smirked.

"We just seem to find better things to do." Malfoy snickered. "But we need to do this tonight, and then we can do whatever later."

"I like the way you think, Draco." Harry laughed as he finished packing. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too." Malfoy grinned, as he wrapped his hands around Harry's waist and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and shag you; we need to get to my own house. There we can shag anywhere you want."

"After we finish the interview", Malfoy reminded him.

"You know if you would quit being a reporter then maybe we wouldn't have to worry about some lame interview." Harry chuckled.

"If it wasn't for my reporting job back in London then we would not have met." Malfoy said seriously.

"I know, and I am glad we met."

"Can I ask you a question, off record of course?"

"Go for it."

"Before we met, what was your life like?" Malfoy asked curiously.

"I was a workaholic and loved to party. My music was everything to me, and I was trying to avoid Ron. My life was chaotic. I was all over the place and the tabloids." Harry answered. "And when I saw you dressed in your Armani suit, I just thought you were another big shot reporter trying to humiliate me, but I was soon proved wrong. What did you think when you saw me?"

"Sex. You were so confident and sexy that it intimidated me, and that takes a lot. I was so nervous. You seemed like you had everything together from your music to your life. You knew what you wanted and went after it, and I didn't like you for having everything you want. But I was wrong. I guess no one really has their life together." Malfoy explained.

"I was in a dark place the day we met, and you just were so irresistible to me. I had to have you, and you wanted me. The first time we shagged was just about the sex, but then something changed. I wanted to get to know you as a person. We had some kind of connection and you cannot even deny that one." Harry said, wrapping his hand around Malfoy and pulling him closer. "I know; I'm just glad we're together." Malfoy responded, kissing him passionately.

"Come on, Draco; let's go to my place in London." Harry smiled. "By the way do you mind driving? My car is with Hermione at the moment."

"Not at all."

Malfoy helped Harry finish packing up all of his belongings and the two drove off for London. The way there went well. To Malfoy it just felt so right being in a car with Harry and on the way to his house. There was no where he'd rather be then right there with Harry. Everything about the two of them made sense.

"Pull in there", Harry instructed as they approached a big brick mansion.

"You're kidding?" Malfoy replied.

"Nope", he smirked.

Harry unlocked the door and ushered Malfoy to enter first. Malfoy looked around like a kid in a candy store. He was completely amazed.

"It feels good to be home." Harry stated as he collapsed on to his leather sofa.

"Not bad, Potter", he chuckled.

"No it isn't, and it's all mine." Harry hissed as he straddled Malfoy's lips and kissed him vigorously. "And so are you."

"Oh Harry as much as I want you right now, we really need to get that interview done then you can show me around the house, preferably the bedroom." He smirked.

"You're going to love the bedroom." Harry winked.

"Oh I know I will, but can we do this interview first?" Malfoy asked as he pulled out his laptop computer.

"I suppose we can, but you better reward me for doing this."

"You'll get one hell of a reward." Malfoy hissed, nibbling on Harry's neck.

"I don't know if I can hang on that long." Harry mumbled.

"It won't take that long."

"Good."

"Look, my boss does know we are together, but I don't want to give away a lot of personal information." Malfoy said seriously.

"Of course not, love", Harry said softly. "Would you want a glass of scotch before we get started?"

"Hell yeah", the blonde replied.

Harry soon appeared with two large glasses of scotch.

"Shall we start?"

"Better now than never." Harry sighed.

"Alright; here is question 1." Malfoy said. "You have been in the music business for about how long now?"

"Honestly it's been about four or five years, but it's not all the glitz and glamour you'd expect. It's been difficult."

"You have produced two platinum records. Do you think your second album is different from your first?"

Taking a deep breath along with a big swig of his scotch, Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes. "I'd like to think that I have grown as a person and an artist. During the time I was recording my second album I was nursing a severe broken heart. I put a lot more of emotion into it. My second album is really personal to me."

"I'm sorry", mumbled Malfoy. "This really shouldn't take much longer. You said you put a lot of emotion into your second album was that hard for you?"

"Yes it was, but I was harboring such an intense mixture of feelings that I had to get them out. At that time there was just so much going on my life and I was just consumed by the emotions that were swimming through my body. I couldn't handle it anymore and music was my only release. I was a complete mess." Harry answered as all the memories came rushing back to him.

"Sitting here talking with you is an honor. You seem like you have made a lot of progress with your life." Malfoy winked.

"I really have. My life has completely turned around and for the best. I have to thank my boyfriend for being so forgiving. If it weren't for him, I really don't know where I'd be at the moment. Back then I didn't have any goals for myself, but now I actually have my life planned out. It may not go as I want it to, but it's a start, and I just want to share it all with my boyfriend." Harry smirked, rubbing Malfoy's thighs.

"Harry", he moaned. "Was it hard to let go of your ex and start something new?"

"I never let go of my ex. He is a big part of my life and will always be. I just learned to let go of the mistakes I made in the past, that way I can better our relationship. The past was a hard time for us both and I made a lot of mistakes, but he has a big heart and he forgave me. I could never let him go; he is too important to me, and besides I love him too much. There was a time when we didn't talk for three years. That was the hardest time of my life, but never once did I stop loving him. It was hard, but it was just too hard to let him go completely. I would have destroyed myself if I did that. The pain ripped through my body like a sword, cutting my heart into pieces. I was lost. I was confused. I was hurting. I was hurting because it was my fault. That only made my love for him, grow stronger. I missed him so much. So in order to try and fill the void in my heart, I indulged in my music. But I soon found out that I couldn't write any songs that did not relate to my boyfriend. Then I went to drugs that only made me want and miss him more than ever. Nothing I did made the images of him go away. He was always on my mind and in my heart. " Harry answered with his eyes locked onto Malfoy's.

Malfoy stopped typing Harry's response and just stared back at him. Even though a word was not spoken, a lot was understood from the look in their eyes. So much emotion was revealed. For once, Malfoy had realized the severity of Harry's pain.

"I love you, Harry." Malfoy whispered.

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy." Harry responded by kissing him deeply. "Please hurry so I can have my way with you."

"Oh I want you so bad." Malfoy groaned, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Back to business."

"What's the next question, Mr. Reporter?" Harry snickered.

"You told me that you and your ex reconciled the past. Was that difficult for you?"

"At first it was because it had been three years since we had seen each other and there were so many things that were unsaid. There were so many emotions boiling in our hearts at the time. I think both of us were still trying to cope with the pain. The first meeting was not easy, because I just felt like I was beginning to heal and then he showed up and tossed my life up-side down, and I know it wasn't any easier for him having to see me. We shouted obscenities back and forth, letting go of all the pain, but then we actually started talking. Once everything was out in the open it was clearly that our love for one another had not dissolved; in fact, I think it brought us together making us even closer. It really made me appreciate him and our relationship. The past was hard, but the present is more important." Harry said, releasing a deep breath.

"I love you and we have to make sure the past doesn't repeat itself, but I have faith in us…in our love." Malfoy replied, grabbing Harry and kissing him back.

"How many more questions? I want you." Harry stammered.

"Not many", breathed Malfoy. "With you and your boyfriend back together, where does this leave your music career?"

"My crew is always trying to get me to do a United States tour, but I am constantly refusing me. I want to remain here in London with my boyfriend. Even when we weren't together I still turned down U.S. tours, because of hope. I felt like if I left to go on tour then I had given up all hope for us and I just couldn't do that. Music has always been a big part of my life and I love writing and recording songs, but I also love my boyfriend. I am not giving up either one of them. I am going to remain in London and write and record new songs, and I will play locally, but no U.S. tours. I just don't want to be away from him." Harry responded truthfully, as he continued rubbing Malfoy's thighs.

"I'm so fucking hard." He muttered as he kept typing. "We need to get this done, so please stop distracting me."

"I can't. You just look so fucking delicious." Harry hissed, biting on his lower lip."

"Harry…please", Malfoy moaned, not sure of what he really was begging for. "You really seem to have faith in your relationship. Have you always had faith?"

"I have always had faith in our relationship, even at its worst. I never lost hope; I never stopped loving him. Like I said before, I made some stupid mistakes and I don't want to do it again. I think if it wasn't for my faith and love then we wouldn't be together right now. I never once let him go; I couldn't. My life was hell with out him, and I never want to go through that again. Love is a powerful emotion and I truly believe that it brought us back together again and made our relationship even stronger. I have faith now and I believe the love we share is unstoppable; nothing could ever destroy it." Harry said breathlessly as his hand slipped inside of Malfoy's trousers.

"I fucking love you." Malfoy said as the words that came from Harry's mouth and went straight to his heart, making him love and appreciate Harry even more, making him want him. "Are you happy with your life at the moment?"

"Hell yeah. I have a wonderful boyfriend that loves me back and supports my music career, which is going very well. There is nothing I would change at the moment. Everything is going great between us." Harry smiled as his hand began sliding up and down Malfoy's throbbing cock.

"I love you", groaned Malfoy as he rolled his hips into Harry's hands.

"How much longer do we have until we are finished?" Harry whispered, nibbling on his neck.

"Not much." Malfoy hissed. "When you're not writing, recording music or playing a sold-out crowd, what are you doing?"

"My boyfriend." Harry stated. "Seriously I just relax with him. Sometimes we might spend a night out on the town or at home. I mainly like to stay home with him, because being a rock star everyone seems to be in my business and privacy is not respected. I enjoy my privacy especially when it involves me and my boyfriend." Harry snickered as he rolled his thumb around the tip, smearing the pre-cum.

"Harry….please", moaned Malfoy. He really wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he wanted something. "Just a few more questions and it will be over."

"Hurry, I don't know if I can wait much longer. I want you." Harry mumbled.

"When you're out in public with your boyfriend, do you still get those awkward glances from strangers who disapprove of your lifestyle?"

"That's always going to happen no matter where I am. People frown up on my lifestyle and dislike me because I am gay, but I don't let it get to me. There is always going to be people who judge me for the way I am and it doesn't bother me. It's their problem. I am happy with the way I am, and if I ran and hid every time someone criticized me then I might as well just stay in. I am proud of the way I am, and people can judge me all they want. I don't want to hide the fact that I have a wonderful boyfriend. The only person's opinion that matters is my boyfriends; other than him I don't care what people think of me." Harry replied, as his hands moved faster against Malfoy's cock.

"Oh fuck, Harry", he groaned as he quickly undid Harry's trousers and grasping his erection firmly. "It has been awesome talking with you Harry, and I wish your life luck. It seems you truly are happy with the outcome."

"Very much so." He smirked. "Now close that damn computer."

Harry straddled Malfoy's lap as ground his erection into the blonde's eliciting deep moans. Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Malfoy pulled him in for a very violent kiss; their tongues darted back and forth for dominance.

"Harry", Malfoy moaned, rocking his hips into his.

Slowly Harry pulled away from the kiss long enough to toss his black shirt into the floor as he did the same to Malfoy's. His hand was rubbing against Malfoy's taut body while he sucked gently on his neck. Harry pulled Malfoy close to him, feeling his hot rigid chest heaving against his, breathing heavily as their lips mashed frantically together. Malfoy's hands ran through thick strands of his dark hair, grinding his hips against his, eliciting deep guttural sounds.

"Fuck", Harry muttered. "I want you Draco, so how about taking this up to my bedroom?"

"Sounds good to me", Malfoy breathed heavily.

Taking Malfoy's hand in his own, the two hurried upstairs. Malfoy eyes wandered around the long empty hallway. There were several rooms along the way. Finally Harry stopped in front of a big wood door. Turning to look at Malfoy, he slowly turned the knob and pulled him inside. Malfoy's eyes darted around the room; it was huge. Numerous photos of him self hung on the wall, and Malfoy thought all of them were just gorgeous. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room covered with dark maroon velvet sheets. His cherry wood chest of drawers was decorated with various types of candles including one shaped like a skull.

"Damn, this room is amazing." Malfoy commented, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and kissing him passionately.

Harry lured Malfoy over the bed where he pushed him down and crawled on top of him, practically ripping his clothes from his pale body. Malfoy groaned loudly as he rolled his hips into Harry's, feeling their erections rub together. Digging his nails into Harry's back, Malfoy sucked vigorously on his neck as he ground his hips against Harry's.

"Fuck Draco", moaned Harry as his tongue plunged deep into the blonde's mouth as his hands fondled clumsily with his pants. Malfoy's hands slid down his taut body all the way to his leaking cock. He grasped it tightly and slowly began moving his hands up and down, eliciting pleasurable moans from Harry.

"Malfoy, I can't last much longer", Harry panted. "Fuck me!"

Quickly Malfoy discarded his trousers onto the floor and positioned himself behind Harry. His throbbing erection rubbed against Harry's tiny hole teasingly. Malfoy could feel Harry's body quivering with anticipation. The blonde licked and nibbled at his earlobe while his hands stroked his erection.

"You're torturing me, Malfoy." Harry stated.

"I love watching you squirm, Harry." Malfoy hissed.

Harry could feel the tip of Malfoy's pulsing erection pressing right against his hole. Slowly he rolled his hips, wanting to feel Malfoy inside of him immediately. Grabbing a handful of Harry's dark tresses, Malfoy pulled his head back and crashed their lips together violently. Their tongues smashing and colliding with each other cruelly, as Malfoy picked that exact moment to slam his cock straight into Harry. Harry responded with a yelp. Malfoy latched his lips onto the nape of Harry's neck and sucked gingerly as he pumped in and out vigorously. Both of their bodies were heaving and covered in sweat as moans of ecstasy filled Harry's bedroom.

"Oh shit Draco!" Harry cried out as he bucked his hips against Malfoy's intense thrusts.

Malfoy's cock pummeled deep inside of Harry, hitting his pleasure point numerous times. Harry could feel his body reaching its climax as every muscle tightened and his eyes began to roll back into their sockets.

"Fuck me harder, Draco! Harder!" He screamed as he moved against Malfoy's.

"Harry, oh fuck"; Malfoy whimpered as he continued pounding Harry while his hands simultaneously stroked his cock with such passion and eagerness.

Harry was the first to cum and he came with a loud cry of Malfoy's name, spilling his seed onto the bed and Malfoy's hands. The feeling of Harry's cock exploding all over his hands was all it took to send Malfoy over the edge. Grasping Harry's waist tightly, he slammed himself inside of Harry, erupting like a volcano.

"Harry", he cried out as his own seed filled Harry.

Both boys remain there completely still, not able or willing to move. But slowly Malfoy removed his now flaccid cock out of Harry as they collapsed on the bed in each other's arms.

"Damn, Draco the sex with you is just amazing." Harry breathed, stroking Malfoy's blonde strands.

"Is that the only reason you're with me?" Malfoy smirked, looking into Harry's deep emerald eyes.

"That and you're bloody gorgeous." Harry chuckled, kissing Malfoy's cheek lightly. "No I am with you because I love you. You don't judge me because of my past and you have put up a lot of crap from me, still you're right here. I love you for loving me, and I am with you because you love me for the real me, not for my money or my fame."

"That's right, Harry. It's not about your fame, but the fortune does help", he joked. "I am with you for your sex and money and the rock and roll."

"Very funny Draco", Harry laughed. "Do you really want to move in with me?"
"Yes, I do. I am going to take this interview to my boss tomorrow morning and that's the end of my job. Then you shall come to my house and help me pack." Malfoy answered.

"Very well then, sounds like a busy day tomorrow."

"I know; I just can't believe I am actually moving in here with you. I feel so lucky." Malfoy sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You should; you're with me." Harry smiled and kissed his lips gently. "Good night Draco Malfoy, I love you."

"Goodnight Harry Potter, I love you too."