Junoesque
By Little-Hufflepuff
A/N:I'm back and will be attempting to update my stories and re-work them. I have lost most of them, [grumbles], but I managed to find Junoesque on a USB. So, I thought, why not continue with it and update, etcetera. Things haven't been too great for me in recent years, so please excuse my lousy absence. I'm hopefully back for good. :)
Chapter | TWO
Harry consciously tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, cursing Draco for being so suggestive but thankful his T-shirt was long and came down to his thighs. It hid his still semi-erect bulge nicely. Running his hands through his untidy hair Harry entered the small café that he frequented; the large sign out front reading; Coffee Perk.
Harry spotted Amsen immediately; it was early so very few customers inhabited the café. The light babble of voices and thick, rich smell of caffeine and savoury food lingered just beyond the door and at the counter stood a tawny haired young woman, her hair pulled back into a long ponytail.
Harry weaved through the tables and came to stand with her, smiling at her sleepy expression of annoyance.
"You look good," he said to Amsen while flashing the elderly lady behind the counter a grin when she waved – Gretel was always on the morning shift and Harry had gotten to know her from his many early starts since joining the crew at Junoesque.
Amsen whacked his shoulder lightly. "Don't get smart with me this early in the morning." she warned. Harry for the most part ignored her save for a small sympathetic touch to her elbow as he leaned over the counter and ordered two coffees; one large, for he guessed Amsen needed the coffee rush if her slouched figure and lidded eyes were anything to judge by.
"I don't know how you do it," Amsen said as they made their way outside to sit at the small tables lining the café front. Harry turned to her taking a sip of his coffee and watching the steam coil in front of his vision.
Amsen stopped at a table and flopped down into the chair, "I couldn't imagine getting up this early every day just to go to work." She clarified. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"It's only five days a week and I don't mind getting up early." He said quietly, savouring the warmth of his coffee as the fragrant brew settled in his stomach. The air was chilled with winter however their sitting place was sheltered and warm enough.
"It's still bloody unthinkable." Stated Amsen as she fairly gulped down her own drink, Harry grinned a little when she scowled and blew on the hot liquid.
"I have to go in early today, so we'll have to cut this short." Harry said with an apologetic edge to his voice. It wasn't often he got to catch up with Amsen, with him working late most days and Amsen running her own trade a phone call was the most contact they had for weeks at a time on occasions.
Amsen pouted and huffed, her breath fogging the air.
"'tis okay, I have to open shop by nine anyway. I have a few bookings." She explained. Harry made a noise in his throat and swallowed his mouthful so he could give a more dignified answer.
"How many today?" he asked.
Amsen tucked a stray coil of hair behind her ear. "Two confirmed nose piercings and one yet to be confirmed septum piercing." Amsen worked at her own piercing studio which she had opened all of three weeks ago. So far it was hectic but well worth it.
Harry smiled before jumping as his mobile went off; he gave Amsen a 'sorry 'bout this' look and answered quickly.
It was Draco. Harry's stomach went to mush and he swore he was going to throw up butterflies when the soft voice spoke.
"I need your assistance today as I said previously, however it's not just your usual job –" Harry inclined his head to his friend and slipped out of his seat.
Draco continued to talk, "When you get into work come straight to the Photography floor, it's level seven."
Harry nodded then realizing how daft he was confirmed verbally that he would do so, quickly he finished off his coffee and said a hasty goodbye to Amsen who was smiling in a peculiar way.
"Y'know you bend over backwards for him don't you?"
Harry stared at her, "Who? Draco? He's my boss I need to." Amsen grinned toothily at him.
"You sure it wouldn't suit you – and dare I say him – if you bent over forwards perhaps?"
Harry barked out a wry laugh and mussing her hair said; "You need to get your crazy checked out Ammy. It's getting out of hand."
Amsen sniffed and pushed something smooth into Harry's hand, Harry realized it was the promised copy of GrossierGlam. "Oh, go already – I'm sure Malloy is looking forward to you kissing his ass." Harry shook his head and darted away to his car. Not bothering to correct her gaffe.
DM/HP
Harry arrived ten minutes early, his cheeks wind swept by the bitter wind outside and his hair in utter disarray, combing his fingers through the tangled mess Harry climbed into the elevator and pressed number seven. He hadn't been to the floor before and was curious as to what actually went on besides the obvious photo taking.
When he exited the lift he was instantaneously swamped by the hustle and bustle of many tall women who could only be models. A few harassed photographers hurried this way and that occasionally stopping to order a model to a certain destination – in all it was a disordered clutter to Harry.
Brushing passed a woman with a pixie cut Harry slipped into a quiet corridor. Off put by the noise and the annoying fact that all the women that continued to stomp around were taller then him by a large amount. It was obviously because of their high heels Harry told himself, he wasn't short. Not so ever.
Harry found Draco and an unfamiliar man who looked bored in a large room full of oversized props of things that made the young man blush from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. The man Draco stood with was tanned, tall and generally gorgeous – Harry knew who he was by default – who else would Draco want, the guy was sex on legs.
"Harry," Draco greeted moving away from the man to address his assistant, "you're early. This is Cormac McLaggen; he's the director for the shots here." Harry had known it of course but he still acted surprised and shook Cormac's hand quickly, hating how his hand was swallowed by the large and warm palm.
"Hi," Harry said shortly then turned to the blond, "um – what did you need me for, sir?"
Draco smiled and steered Harry by the elbow to sit at a small glass table that was surrounded by three chairs. Harry's stomach leapt into his throat at the causal contact.
"We have a couple of models down, one twisted his ankle in a pair of stilettos and another called in sick," Harry furrowed his brow, twisted his ankle in stilettos? Oh goodness. He supposed he should be use to such things after five months of working for a homosexual magazine – he wasn't however.
Draco went on, "We need a fill-in just for the practice shoot." Harry nodded his understanding.
"I'll call up a few that are on hand now." He went to stand only to have Draco touch his wrist gently before pulling away as if hesitant to make contact – did Draco not like to touch him? Harry frowned, why should he care if the man didn't want to touch him, it wasn't something he should crave.
"No," Draco said. "I told you I needed you for something that wasn't to do with your usual work; Cormac has agreed that you would be an adequate sub for the practice shoot."
Harry blanched, he just knew he did, he could literally feel the blood drain from his cheeks. His hands were shaking when he held them up in refusal.
"No – um – no I cant, that isn't a good idea –"
"Why not?" Cormac interrupted from behind Harry.
Harry stood up, pushing back his chair roughly so it scrapped against the polished flooring, "I don't know the first thing about modelling and it isn't in my job description."
Draco was on his feet too, his lips frowning at the young boy. "We really need someone, Harry. It would only be for one shoot and experience isn't necessary." He informed. Harry shook his head.
"I can't, I'm not model material." It was a sad excuse but he decided to stick with it, he really wasn't keen to model, even if it was just a trial run.
Draco laughed softly and shook his head, "You are the perfect model. Young, slim, beautiful and shy." Harry didn't know where to look, was his boss flattering him? Gods it done bad things to his groin, Harry tugged on his t-shirt and smiled nervously.
"I don't think shy is a good quality on a model." He joked quietly and a nervous laugh bubbled in his throat and his palms began to sweat.
Draco smiled at his failed attempt at humour, his eyes intensely watching Harry's face while at the same time giving the teen the impression of being looked over, it made him uncomfortable but in a pleasant way and that was entirely too perplexing for Harry.
"Bashfulness is cute. Now come on I wont take no for an answer, we need to get you changed." Harry was dragged by his hand into an adjoining room where he was then forced to sit. Apparently Draco had taken his joke as compliance.
"You'll do fine," Draco whispered as he left the room with Cormac in tow. His finger tips stroking the back of Harry's neck briefly and Harry stifled the involuntary shiver that trickled from his head to his feet. Harry sighed before being assaulted with the loud frivolity that was Gliddy – the makeup artist.
Just what had he gotten his self into?
DM/HP
Gliddy was a tall man with shoulder length curls and tanned skin – he was also a self confessed style-guru and it turns out Gliddy was an excellent wardrobe assistant and Harry quite liked the form fitting slacks and open button down shirt he was donned with – he felt a little exposed in the white shirt and had attempted to convince Gliddy it would look much better done up, after minutes of pointless bantering between the pair Gliddy had agreed to button up the last three buttons. It left little to the imagination but Harry was thankful for the small mercy anyhow.
Gliddy's taste in makeup left much to be desired in Harry's opinion. His eyes were lined with black liner and his cheeks spruced up – as Gliddy had put it – with a hint of blush. In all Harry was displeased and made his disapproval known to the older man.
"It is fashion my sweets," Gliddy said with a wave of his manicured hand. "Any fashion is stunning."
Harry rolled his eyes as the tall man cleared away his brushes and various powders. "Yeah okay – except when it's on me. I'm okay with the clothes but can't we take the makeup off?" He really didn't like wearing makeup. It felt – odd and made him feel extremely un-masculine.
Gliddy looked affronted. "It is art!" he claimed and then sat on a swivel chair in front of Harry who slumped in his own chair. "It enhances your eyes and makes them look twice as naïvely curious and the blush pronounces your cheek bones."
Harry's face scrunched up. "Naively curious? I'm not –"
"It's the look Draco needs for the shoot." Gliddy continued fully ignoring Harry's protest. Harry sighed in defeat. He supposed he could deal with the makeup for a while – the shoot wouldn't last forever and then he could wash it off. Amsen would be in hysterics if she could see him now.
"Okay fine. But just so you know I'm not happy about this." He stated letting his bottom lip pout just slightly. Gliddy grinned, crinkles framing his hazel eyes as he did so.
"Quite the disruptive little model aren't you?" he cooed and Harry spun his chair around and stood up.
"I'm not a model remember, I'm filling in. Why do I even need to get dressed up for the shoot anyhow? – it's only a practice."
"Lighting and angels need to be worked around your appearance. Now come along sweets we have a shot to capture."
Harry purposely dragged his feet on his way out not that Gliddy minded much, the man was way too cheerful in Harry's opinion – couldn't he drag up an ounce of pity for Harry's forced acquiescence in the whole business?
Draco and Cormac stood before a plain grey backdrop, talking in hushed whispers to one another. Draco waved his hands in numerous gestures of displeasure and Cormac in turn shook his head and refused to uncross his arms. Clearly they were disagreeing. Harry found his lips twitching into a smirk when Draco raised his voice at the handsome Cormac.
"– told you I'd deal with it, Cormac," Harry knew he shouldn't feel so giddy at the reprimand directed towards McLaggen. "I said I'd do it."
Cormac sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, "You have to over see the shots taken – why are you so adamant on being involved?" at the question Draco's gaze went icy.
Next to Harry Gliddy called out to announce they were ready, Harry's suspicion told him the man did so to dodge a verbal fight between Cormac and Draco. The two men stalked over in complete unison.
"Harry, Cormac will be in the shoot with you – just to add a sense of what it will be like when our real shoot goes ahead." Draco informed and Harry noted the touch of disappointment – or was it jealousy? – In the man's low voice. He nodded his acknowledgment.
Gliddy tittered about the set and returned holding a pair of high heels, glossy and black. He pushed them at Harry who grabbed the objects as if they were contaminated.
"Wear those." Gliddy said shortly and then nodded towards Draco and left. Either he was a busy man or just eager to leave the set, Harry suspected the first, it was liable seems as how models were waiting for their makeup and attire. Harry just stared at the shoes in disbelief. There was no way he was wearing high heels – they looked like stilts they were so high. He'd be a danger to himself and most definitely everyone else around him.
Draco and Cormac were looking at him expectantly, standing shoulder to shoulder and Harry just couldn't speak. He made a disagreeing sound in his throat before trying to hand over the heels to Draco – his boss refused to take them.
"I'm not wearing them, there's no way in hell I'll put them on. I can't even walk without tripping over in sneakers so there's no hope for me to pull off high heels." Harry knew he sounded like a petulant child but was past caring, he would deal with the makeup and nearly fully unbuttoned shirt but heels? That was pushing it.
Draco ran a hand through his blond hair, mussing it into an untidy nest. "I'll give you a crash course in wearing them," he said. "For the most part you'll be standing still in them anyhow."
Harry forced himself to swallow down his incredulous exclamation of 'you know how to wear them?' of course the blond knew – there was very little he didn't have knowledge of. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach Harry felt a hitch of pleasure at the mental image of Draco in heels – what was wrong with him? That shouldn't even be a passing thought. Instead of frowning at his erotic thoughts he settled for a discontented grimace.
"Won't they hurt? I'll be wearing them for a while, that can't be good for me."
Cormac stepped forward an easy and stomach flipping smile on his lips. "The shoot will be no more then an hour long, we just need to work out the basics for the shot we want is all. I'm sure you can manage in them for that long." His tone was hinted with a condescending lilt as though he thought less of Harry for not wanting to wear the shoes. Harry's ire bristled.
"Fine I'll wear them." he conceded all out glaring at Cormac – if Draco noticed the staring competition going on between Cormac and his assistant he dutifully ignored it and instead he clapped his hands together gleefully and stated Cormac get to work on the set and he would teach Harry the basics of high heel wearing.
DM/HP
"Glidden has done a good job on your makeup and clothes." Draco commented easily as he watched the young boy fumble with the buckles and straps of his shoes. It was almost comical to see the intense look of concentration rivalled by pure trepidation fixed on Harry's features.
The boy was striking really – Draco wouldn't have opted for him to do the shoot otherwise. He was effeminate Draco mused; he wide green eyes and full lips the main features that were so. His body was slim, lithe Draco supposed and entirely too irresistible; in short just spending all of thirty seconds with the boy made Draco feel like a hormonal teenager for a second time.
Harry snorted and brought Draco's eyes into focus and away from his lustful thoughts, "I look like a girl." Harry all but whined pointing to his face and shoes simultaneously. Draco disagreed with that completely. The boy was definitely no girl and Draco was particularly thrilled about that.
"You look the part to me." Draco settled on saying. Harry just grunted and fiddled more vehemently with a thin, glossy strip, the buckle chinked lightly.
"What exactly is the shoot based around? The theme I mean?" Draco smiled silkily and didn't fail to spot the flush that decorated the boy's pretty nose.
"Sex. To put it bluntly. You are a young boy naïve to the world of physical pleasures and curious about more adult desires."
Harry couched and Draco knew he had swallowed heavily at his words. "Do I have to pose with – um – with the – well the props?"
Draco laughed at the hesitant and small voice. "Some, not all and nothing too explicit I assure you we wouldn't want to corrupt that virgin-innocence of yours now would we?"
The boy's next reaction was vastly interesting and Draco couldn't help but wonder if his little quip about virgin-innocence was right on the mark. Draco smiled smugly. What joy this practice shoot would be with such a timid little creature.
"Can you help me please, I suck at this." Harry imploringly asked from the floor, his bottom lip captured between his teeth.
Draco nodded and moved swiftly to kneel beside the sitting boy, quickly he grabbed Harry's right heel and placed it between his thighs – Harry squeaked at this and Draco couldn't quite smother the smirk that twisted on his lips.
"Alright, it's really rather easy you know," informed Draco shifting slightly on his knees to get a better reach at the strap and buckle. "First you lace the strap up," he did so slowly, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of Harry's foot, his movements were careful so that Harry could follow his actions.
"Do you wear them?" Harry blurted out in an overly strident voice; Draco simply dipped his head in confirmation. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was a complete shoe-diva. He had worn a few pairs of heels in his twenty two years however he didn't bother to inform Harry that he had started at the age of five. It wasn't relevant.
"I have on occasions, they really aren't as bad as people say – get the wrong pair though and you're in for some strife. Now, you just do the buckle up and you're done." Draco snapped back into teaching mode quickly and then inched backwards on his knees looking at the finished result.
The dark polished shoe looked erotic against the silken pale skin of Harry's foot and Draco wondered when he had ever been so into feet. Harry's ankles were delicate and the strong urge to see them captured in shackles and restrained climbed and clawed at Draco's chest.
Draco rolled his shoulders and banished the thought. "You do the other one and then come over to the set, and it looks like Cormac is just about done." Draco stood neatly and then left the young assistant to his own devices. Draco desperately hoped Harry hadn't noticed the tightening of his pants or became chary of his boss's hasty departure.
A/N:New chapters will be on the way shortly, once I get my ass into gear and actually post the old ones and re-work some stuff. Any reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated.