Junoesque
By Little-Hufflepuff
Chapter | THREE
A/N: I'm posting up as many chapters as I can, so I can get to the new stuff. Hope you enjoy!
Harry stumbled to his feet with little balance and accuracy. His knees were bent and his arms waving madly about his body – in short he was a complete disaster on heels. How he had even managed to get off the floor was unknown.
"Draco," he called forgetting to call him by the title 'sir' in his haste to get some support. Draco didn't seem to mind however and made a speedy beeline for the boy, weaving his way passed the props that decorated the set.
Grey eyes glinted with humour as Draco took Harry's elbow to steady him. "Okay, you right?" he questioned softly when Harry wobbled unsteadily and clutched at the taller man's shoulders with insistent hands. Harry just shook his head.
"I don't like this one bit, Draco." He all but whispered and swayed dangerously, Draco snaked an arm around Harry's slim waist and held him tight. Harry was too grateful for the support he didn't even blush at the intimate contact although his insides felt like jelly and the subtle scent of vanilla and leather that surrounded his boss made him lightheaded – Harry felt like he was tipsy and laughed at his own thoughts and how silly it sounded that he was drunk off of Draco's scent. It appeared Harry wasn't the only one suffering from intoxication.
Draco pressed their chests together and hushed into the shell of Harry's ear, "You know something? Heels truly make you look sexy." And that was the end of Harry's coherent thinking, his knees basically buckled just from the suggestive pitch and the effects of hot breath against the delicate skin of his ear sent his head spinning. How could Draco invoke such feelings in him?
The abrupt sound of Cormac clearing his throat startled Harry and he stumbled backwards away from Draco as if he were a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His shoes decided to be difficult and not two steps back Harry wobbled and then collapsed hard onto the ground.
Draco was by his side at once. "Let's get you up and I'll give you a quick lesson in walking in them," he paused. "And perhaps I'd better cover standing in them as well." He said with a small grin, Harry just groaned and rubbed at his sore ankle – getting the wobbles up on high heels really did nothing good for his ankles and was his legs suppose to be killing him?
Draco hauled him to his feet with ease and then steadied him gently. Cormac was standing with his arms crossed and a scowl pulled at his lips.
"We don't have time for this Draco, we need to start shooting." He complained, Draco waved him off and turned to Harry. Cormac huffed indignantly and stalked away to busy himself with the set.
"When standing in heels it's best to keep your legs straight and stand tall, if you bend your knees or slouch it can lead it back pain and problems. When walking in them don't just put your whole foot down at once the trick is to balance on the heel before stepping onto the tip – just like you would walk in any other type of footwear. Understand?"
Harry didn't really. How was he supposed to stand straight when he felt the need to topple over and he didn't like the idea of going from heel to tip – the heel was far too thin and high, he'd fall. He nodded anyhow.
Draco smiled. "Good, now straighten your knees," Harry snapped them straight and was surprised to find it easier tenfold to stand straight then to bend, Draco appraised him with a nod.
Harry jumped a little when the blond moved to touch the small of his back, placing a small amount of pressure there before saying, "Now take a few steps, just slowly and remember what I said."
"Heel then tip," Harry muttered before taking a profound breath and stepping forward, his first two steps were completely terrible and clumsy however he found that the heel to tip thing really helped stabilize him and decided it wasn't so bad really.
Draco didn't look overly impressed but he said that Harry was fair considering he had never worn heels before. Harry was slightly disheartened and wished he could stomp around the room with perfect grace, he couldn't however so he settled on wobbling forwards a few more paces.
DM/HP
Cormac snapped orders at him in a loud and crisp voice that Harry found all too intimidating. He was currently in front of a naked mannequin, his hands around its neck and feet apart just slightly. He had no idea why he was in such a position.
"I told you to lean into it," barked Cormac his fingers twisted in his hair, Harry huffed in annoyance and pushed his body up closer to it hoping it satisfied the man.
"No, no – you're doing it all wrong. Stand back." Apparently it didn't. Harry carefully paced back away from the mannequin and looked at Draco in askance. The blond just gave a contrite shrug of his shoulders.
Cormac strolled over to Harry and quickly took the diminutive boy by the shoulders – Harry fully expected to be shaken by Cormac but instead was directed over to a simple hard backed chair that sat solitary against the grey backdrop.
"Sit," Cormac commanded and Harry did so, the wood was hard and uncomfortable. "Put your ankles against the chair legs." Harry furrowed his brow.
"Why do I have to do that?" he yelped when Cormac rolled his eyes and then kicked apart Harry's legs with his booted foot, stationing Harry's ankles at the front legs of the chair.
Harry made to move them back but before he could something cool and soft pressed to his left ankle, he looked down and his eyes widened in disbelief and panic.
"No – no, don't do that!" he said loudly garnering Draco's attention, the blond looked up from his setting up of the camera. Cormac didn't stop.
"It's for the shot we are after," Cormac said coldly and fixed the leather restraint tight around the wooden leg and Harry's ankle. Quickly the other ankle was bound in an identical manner.
"Cormac," Harry looked up from his panicked inspection of his confines at the warning in Draco's voice, the blond had come to stand in front of them looking unimpressed. Cormac looked around before raising his eyebrows in question.
"I told you not to overdo it; it's only the practice shoot."
"This is the type of shot we want Draco, the whole innocent-curiosity thing. What's better then a shy sub learning the ropes of submission?"
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed breathily. "That is the main idea, yes, however if Harry is uncomfortable with such – ah – practices such as dominance and submission then we'll work out another idea."
Cormac moved to stand. "He's not like us, he would probably run the other way at the first sight of a whip – at least I handle it well." Harry was positive he wasn't meant to hear anything that Cormac had said and the very thought of Draco being so intimate with Cormac so much so Cormac trusted the blond with a whip made his fists clench and jaw set. He was anything but scared of a challenge.
Taking a calming breath to soothe the ire that bled into his bones at the flirty smirk Draco was directing at Cormac Harry said forcefully, "I don't mind. It's cool, whatever you need to get the shot." His voice sounded pissed off and he knew he looked bloody peeved but couldn't care less. The speculation from GrossierGlam about Cormac's involvement with Draco had just been confirmed right in front of him. Harry was not a happy boy.
Draco looked surprised for all of two seconds before his usual mask of indifference slipped easily into place. "If you're sure." He said quietly and something in the deadpan tone made Harry frown. Had he upset the blond?
Cormac seemed pleased that his model would be compliant and set to work sorting through a box of terrifying equipment that made Harry's skin crawl – whether with delight or disgust he wasn't sure.
Draco went back to the camera leaving Harry stranded and bound to the chair.
DM/HP
The boy looked so fucking good. His skin was flushed softly with the climb of panic as Cormac fastened a delicate collar around the slim neck, Harry's eyes were wide and his lips parted with hesitation. It was clear he wasn't wholly comfortable with the situation.
Draco busied his hands with setting the camera to the right angle while his eyes studied the boy. Harry made the slightest noise of discomfort when Cormac brought out a whip – it was a standard whip nothing special about it, no tacks on the ends. Harry evidently hadn't seen one before and Draco found the boy's soft intake of breath endearing.
"He won't use it on you, love." Draco said and couldn't quite catch the slip of the pet name in time. Harry's reaction was worth the fumble however and Draco smiled at the fierce blush that stained Harry's cheeks and nose. Cormac flicked the whip just a trifle too hard and glared at Draco. Draco just smirked – Cormac was a delusional one, always mistaking what they had as more then just sex. It didn't bother Draco; he quite liked to watch the man be smitten for him.
Harry made another one of his little sounds as Cormac brushed the leather strand of the whip over his exposed chest, Cormac was toying with his assistant and Draco wasn't pleased. He walked over to the pair and moved Cormac to stand behind the chair, giving him a warning look – Cormac mouthed 'punish me later then' before twisting his lips suggestively.
"Can we get on with the shoot please?" asked Harry and Draco looked down on him – gods the boy was even better up close. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and Draco guessed he was uneasy.
"Of course." He replied plainly and ran his hand down the boy's shirt; the silky fabric was warm from Harry's body heat. "Just let me make one adjustment." Draco unbuttoned the three buttons at the bottom and pushed back the shirt so it slipped off Harry's shoulders. The teen's abdomen twitched and Draco couldn't help but touch his palm to the spasm of muscles. Harry gasped and turned his head away his hands bunching fistfuls of his pants. Draco chuckled breathlessly.
Harry was in such a vulnerable position and Draco had almost total control over him. It was a reflection that made his groin tighten and his stomach roil with pleasure. Cormac's sharp snap of the whip brought Draco back to reality and he cleared his throat.
"Okay, Cormac you stand behind Harry with the whip raised – not as though you're going to hit him," the tanned man readjusted his position and face expression. "Good, just look as though you are teasing him with the prospect of a whipping."
Draco went about making orders and changing details of the arrangement and fixing the lighting until he had the perfect shot.
Harry's dark hair was framing his flushed cheeks, covering one eye and casting his face with a minor shadow. His lips were parted and wet, his body submissive in the chair and restraints. The glossy heels sparkled under the lights giving a contrast to the otherwise shadowed image. Cormac was cast in gloom behind Harry, his strong jawline and right arm which brandished the whip the only lightened features of the man. In all the shot was purely stunning.
"We're done." Announced Draco and the collective sighs from both participants were evident in the otherwise silent area.
DM/HP
Harry's legs were giving him misery. They cramped up every time he moved and his lower back pinched at certain angles. He was glad to be sitting at his desk, suddenly paper work seemed more and more appealing. Anything was better than modelling in heels full stop.
After the shot had been captured Harry was freed from his restraints and allowed to take off the shoes and clothes and wash up. He had been directed to go to his office by Draco who had stayed behind. Harry couldn't get the mental image of Draco and Cormac whipping one another and using the other equipment as absurd as that was.
"Keeping busy I hope?" Harry looked up at the soft voice and smiled at the young woman in front of him.
"As busy as usual, 'Mione." He replied, Hermione chuckled and placed down a folder onto Harry's desk.
"So not very busy at all then?" she quipped playfully and brushed her frizzy hair out of her face. Harry just shook his head and giggled. He was on good terms with Hermione and had met her on his first day; the girl had shown him everything he needed to know and more about working for Junoesque and had been a helping hand in the first four weeks of his training.
Hermione shifted and slipped the purple folder closer to Harry. "It's the articles for the launch, completed and edited courtesy of your one and only." Hermione said with a little curtsy.
"Thanks, Draco will be pleased."
"Have you finished the acknowledgments?" Inquired Hermione as she absently perched on the edge of Harry's desk, Harry nodded and then at the stern look bit his lip sheepishly.
"Almost," he admitted. "I'm finishing them off today. I was swamped yesterday." That was his excuse and he was sticking to it, Hermione needn't know he spend most his day drooling over Draco's backside.
Hermione breathed heavily, "I know how you feel, it's hectic the closer to the launch it gets. I'm surprised Draco has stayed so calm with it all. It's all very stressful."
"He's been running around a bit lately, I don't see him in his office much at all." Harry informed her just as Draco arrived back with a tall woman in tow.
"I thought my ears were burning," he said with a smirk. "Talking about me now? Good things I hope."
Hermione chuckled and stood from the desk quickly. "Only ever is, Draco." She chimed cheerfully before excusing her self politely. Harry just grinned like a fool, pleased his supervisor looked unruffled and not at all like he'd been making out with Cormac.
"Harry, this is Ana – she'll be helping assist you." Harry's grin dropped from his face and his brows pinched together. Draco had gotten another assistant? Wasn't he good enough? Sure he had dropped Draco's coffee more than once and he was hopeless at using the printer with out it going spastic on him but he was a good helper all things considered.
The waif like brunette smiled at him and held out her hand, "Ana," she said quietly and Harry grabbed her hand without a second thought, her hand was small and soft and Harry didn't like the feel of it.
"Harry," the girl smiled and let go turning to Draco for instructions.
"I'll get you sorted and then we'll begin with the training." Promised Draco and with that he led Ana out of the office. Harry moaned disjointedly to his self and dropped his head against his desk repeatedly.
Why did he think of Ana as competition? Draco was gay after all, at least he thought so – maybe the blond was bi-sexual and maybe he found Ana attractive? Harry thumped his forehead against the wood and cursed under his breath.
Fuck his puzzling emotions and fuck Draco's handsomeness and for that matter fuck Ana and Cormac and bloody Pansy Parkinson – couldn't they see Draco was his! And oh Gods Harry needed to stop that trail of thought.
"Why can't I stop thinking about you, it's driving me insane." Harry whispered to the surface of his desk.
He knew he wouldn't be finishing the acknowledgments today, not with his mind focused elsewhere. It just wasn't a happening thing.
DM/HP
Harry absently nibbled the raw carrot he was eating as he fanned through the pages of GrossierGlam he had kept the magazine in his car tucked away safely in his glove box while he was at work. Now that he was home and relaxing on his bed stomach down he thought it a good idea to read it.
The article in mind was on page twenty four and went for all of four pages with many glossy pictures and a bountiful cluster of information on Draco Malfoy – how much of it that was true was hard to know.
Harry hooked his ankles together and rested his chin in his palms as he skimmed the critique. His eye brows raised and he snorted laughter upon reading that Draco had once worked at a takeaway store.
"Not bloody likely," Harry muttered and crunched down on the orange vegetable, "He's far too poncy for that." Was poncy even a word? He dismissed that thought and instead turned to a page full of photos of the blond.
One with the cloaked man leaning against the iron door of a nightclub cigarette held between his fingers and foggy coils of smoke drifting from his parted lips. It was a nice picture Harry mused, even if he didn't go much on smokers – Draco made it look fucking sexy to be dragging on a death stick.
The next photo saw Draco and a female, her fair hair and pale skin was almost identical to Draco's and Harry read the caption through his mouthful of carrot; "Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy – it must be his mother with him." She was a striking lady if imposing at the same time.
Harry squirmed to get comfortable and looked to the largest picture of all, fair in the center of the page. His carrot was dropped and forgotten on the sheets as the youth stared at the mesmerizing photo.
Amsen had been right; Draco looked bloody good in leather and the whip he was holding was designed for both pain and pleasure Harry just knew it. The grey eyes in the picture smouldered right through Harry's chest and dug burning claws of lust into his heart it was all he could do to gasp and wriggle his clothed erection against the mattress.
Harry knew it was wrong to want to touch himself when looking at an image of his boss – wrong, but it felt so fucking right. Slowly as if his mind was conscious of the fact he would regret it later Harry rolled onto his side just enough to allow easy access to his jeans. With shaking hands Harry popped the button open and eased the zip down his eyes never leaving the picture.
"– I also had bread for breakfast."
Harry keened softly at the memory of Draco's voice, of his words. How would it feel if Draco touched him – trailed his nails down Harry's chest and nipped his neck and touched his cock?
Harry's cock was fully hard now, straining against his briefs and jeans, sliding his hand into his pants Harry hissed quietly at the pleasure that spiked through his body as his hand encircled his erection.
With one last look at the picture Harry begun a slow and steady movement; pumping his throbbing cock as he imagined Draco would. Would Draco's hands be warm and rough? Harry groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed and body humming with pleasure.
"Mmm, Draco –" Harry couldn't swallow down his words and let them tumble from his lips. With each stoke and twist Harry was lost in the reaches of his fantasy, wishing it wasn't just his hand jerking his cock.
His rhythm intensified and his breathing grew shallow at the peak of his arousal and before Harry could breathe out a whimper his body shook with the effects of his orgasm, the climax so strong his back arched and toes curled until the ecstasy drained from his limbs and softening cock.
Harry flopped on to his back and breathed heavily through his nose. His right hand was sticky with cooling cum and his abdomen splattered also, regardless he was content and even the dawning sense of guilt couldn't stop him from falling into a restful sleep, his legs tangled in the blankets and his hair splayed out over the shiny magazine front.
A/N: I literally cringe at this chapter. But, it's okay. It's okay. IT'S SO NOT OKAY! Hug me?