A/N: Here's another chapter, almost the last of the old written ones and then we'll get onto the new stuff.

Junoesque

By Little-Hufflepuff

Chapter | FOUR

Harry woke the next morning in a tangle of bed sheets with the crumpled magazine under his cheek acting as a makeshift pillow. The morning was fresh and Harry could smell the pleasant scent of dewy grass and bitter cold air that always lingered at the time of six in the morning on winter days.

Tucking his awry hair behind his ears Harry straightened his glasses on his nose and decided it was best he take a shower and scrub clean his soiled stomach and hand – dried cum was anything but pleasant and the reminder of what he did last night and who he was thinking of doing it with was even less pleasing and sent hot spikes of guilt to dance in his stomach.

With a hefty sigh and lagging limbs Harry rolled out of his warm bed, immensely glad for the shag carpet under his feet, the floor boards would no doubt be freezing – in general Harry's small house was dreadful to inhabit in the thick of winter, he owned but one meagre electric heater that was stationed in the living room next to his favourite chair. The rest of the house was left to the cruel reaches of wintry weather.

Shuffling into the small adjoining bathroom Harry hissed as his bare feet met icy tiles; the worst room by far in winter had to be the bathroom. With hurried actions Harry turned on the water and within minutes steam fogged the air making it thick and humid. Harry decided to kill two birds with one stone and opted for brushing his teeth in the shower, skilfully avoiding standing on the tiles for much longer.

Five minutes later Harry emerged from the bathroom, towel secure around his waist and hair dishevelled. The echoing rap at his front door saw the young boy hurry to throw on a pair of cargos – tripping into his dresser as he did so with a painful crash – and a printed T-shirt and then he rushed to answer the door.

"Ana?" Harry rasped upon finding the girl on his doorstep, bundled up to her chin in a fur overcoat and scarf, the look was somewhat ruined by her bare legs and bright red heels. Was she mad to be wearing a dress in winter? She had to be missing a few screws.

Ana smiled sweetly. "Don't worry I'm not a stalker. Draco told me your address and said to come pick you up."

Harry's jaw dropped. "How does he know my address?" he exclaimed loudly, his breath coiling in foggy shapes from his lips.

"Your resume I'm presuming." Harry flushed softly at Ana's wry smile. "May I come in or do you wish to see me freeze." Harry took notice of Ana's hunched shoulders and pale skin that was wind bitten. He moved aside albeit diffidently realizing his complete lack of manners.

"Sorry," he mumbled, Ana just shrugged him off with a little smile. "Why are you wearing a dress in winter?" Harry couldn't help but ask as the pair moved into the kitchen.

"All in the name of fashion, Kiddo."

At Harry's raised eye brow Ana laughed. "No one said fashion was painless." She elaborated missing the point for Harry's derisive look. Harry just ran a hand through his hair and let slip the 'kiddo' line. Ana was around his age perhaps a year or two older it was just odd of her to use such a title.

Ana invited her self to sit down on a stool by the counter, her heeled feet swinging inches from the ground as she took in the quaint house. Harry forced himself not to make some excuse for his living quarters, he liked the house and that was all that mattered.

"You've a picturesque house here," Harry wasn't positive if Ana was meaning to insult him or was actually being truthful with her words so he settled for a duck of his head in acknowledgment. "My apartment is in a high-rise so I don't get to have a backyard or garden. It's quite annoying really though I must say the pool far makes up for it." Harry just grunted.

Ana fiddled with his salt and pepper shakers which were two cats one black for the pepper and the other white for salt. She gave a quiet chuckle under her breath, "Cute." She looked up at Harry. "Are you going to offer me a coffee? Or must I make one myself?"

Harry hid his unbelieving expression the best he could. "Coffee?" he questioned and Ana shook her head. Harry just stared at her completely lost for actions or words.

"No, I'm good. Besides we have to go shortly, Draco wouldn't want his assistants to be late now would he."

"You told me to ask you – oh never mind." Harry said. "And I do have a car I don't need to be chaperoned to work, I'm capable of getting there by myself."

Ana got to her feet, her shoes clapping on the ground with each movement she made. "We aren't going to work per se; Draco wants us to meet him someplace – The Cavendish or something of the likes. I'm driving us as I'm sure you wouldn't know where it is."

Harry's defences were straight away raised. "What? Because I'm not as cultured as you or Draco or because I'm not loaded with money?" his voice wasn't loud but it was far from an inside voice.

Ana just scoffed. "Of course not silly, it's just that I live in the center of London so I know my way around better." She explained with an airy wave of her hand.

Harry rubbed his face with his palm and was about to apologize for the second time that morning when Ana said crisply, "Come on then, don't want to be tardy." And with that said she made for the door leaving Harry to grab his backpack and follow after her.

DM/HP

Ana's car was impressive and Harry couldn't quite hold back his approving grin as he ran his palm over the smooth leather of the seats. The Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren apparently cost £300000 or so Ana had casually mentioned. Harry could practically feel his skin turning green at the statement. His Corolla paled horribly in comparison.

The drive was pleasant enough with idle chit-chat somewhat forced by Ana and for the most part the radio broke the awkward silences that descended far too often.

Regardless Harry was grateful when they arrived at their destination.

Ana was right at home at once and Harry was more then comfortable to follow the tall woman into the lavish hotel. It was – Harry mused – elegant and most undeniably designed for the prosperous, everything from its polished floor to its obscure decorations made Harry's chest tingle with a wanton desire to be able to indulge in such stylish comfort more often – or at all to be truthful.

They met Draco and to Harry's disappointment Cormac in The Lounge. It was a beautifully relaxing room with many lounges and tables each one adorned with expensive fur carpets. Harry was in awe and didn't notice that his group was making to sit down.

"Harry, love. Come sit down and stop staring at the couple."

Harry's nose flushed hotly as he pulled his eyes away from a young couple who looked far too high-class for his likes and turned to Draco who was smiling at him, his eyes made Harry's stomach flip.

Muttering his apologies Harry took a seat next to Ana facing Draco and Cormac over the graceful glass table.

"I see you found his house alright then?" Draco asked Ana, the woman smiled and nodded. "Good," Draco said. "I'm presuming you're wondering why we are spending the day here." He waved his hand at his surroundings this time talking to Harry who nodded.

"We have a shoot coming up for our second issue of Junoesque," Ana mumbled something about the first issue not having launched yet and Draco held up his hand to quiet her. "You didn't think we could update the magazine monthly without multitasking on issues did you?" a smirk curved his lips and Harry couldn't help think how sexy he looked with that expression.

"No, I understand that, it's just how do we know the first issue will be a success?" queried Ana as she crossed her legs; showing far too much skin for Harry's liking. He turned his head away from her and looked over to Draco whose eyes lingered just a second too long on the pale exposed skin.

"Giving GrossierGlam's rather – ah – detailed description of my personal life," Harry bit his lip and looked away when Draco smiled sheepishly, pretending to be interested in the lilac fur rug under his feet, "I'd say they are confident we are prime competition. I also believe we will do brilliantly." Cormac agreed with him by sitting back into the small sofa and crossing his ankles a confident tilt to his head.

"Back to the point at hand, Junoesque will be doing a shoot based here at The Cavendish. We have permission by the hotel owner and today we will be assessing the place."

"As well as indulging our selves," Cormac added with a wide grin. Draco ignored his comment.

"Ana and Harry your duties will differ today as opposed to any ordinary day at Junoesque." Harry frowned at the usage of his name second and looked up from his study of the rug, Draco wasn't looking at him the man's attention was focused on Ana and something in Harry's body hated that. He wanted Draco to look at him to only give him notice.

"There will be no coffee getting; it would be pointless to ask that task of you since we are surrounded by means of getting our own coffee. Instead I ask you to help out with photographing various rooms and such. We will be choosing the best locations for out shoot on Monday." Ana was nodding enthusiastically at Draco's words and Harry not to be outdone did that same. Something Draco evidently found comical for his lips twitched into a grin and he cleared his throat before continuing.

"Harry," Harry stopped his head nodding and looked eagerly at the blond, "I want you to work with Cormac and take the upper levels." If Draco or Cormac noticed the deflated look that Harry wore neither commented, "Ana you will come with me and we will take the lower levels, understood."

Ana giggled out her reply and once again Harry – not to be bested – did the exact same, his mind past caring for common sense. It seemed a perfectly logical idea that he out do Ana at everything even if that meant losing his credibility as a man in the process.

Draco shot him a concerned look before standing from his seat, Cormac lazily followed suit. "We'll meet together at half two." It was currently nine and Harry was disgusted with the prospect of spending five hours with Cormac unaccompanied. He would have pleaded with Draco to be allowed to take pictures alone however he knew it was pointless.

Once each member of the group had received a camera and direction as to where to go they divided into their duos and headed separate ways.

DM/HP

The hotel had fourteen levels that the lift reached – fifteen in all. Harry and Cormac were both rather short of breath upon reaching the top most level. They decided to start on floor fifteen and work their way downward. Draco and Ana were to start from one and they would all meet up on level eight.

Harry and Cormac hadn't spoken once in the ten minutes it took to get to the fifteenth floor both having kept their comments to themselves. Soon however they were forced to interact when inspecting a penthouse suite.

It was large and decorated in earthly hues; a king bed adorned the room and took center focus. In short the room was breathtakingly handsome. Harry whistled lowly.

"I suppose you wouldn't have seen such high end luxury," stated Cormac from behind him, Harry turned to glare at the man to no effect. Cormac leaned against the door frame and grinned mockingly at Harry.

"Unlike some I'm not spoilt by my rich parents." Harry snapped in reply and turned back to the room, carefully walking up to the bed and touching the duvet. From behind him Cormac scoffed.

"I'm a made man, Potter. And of course your parents didn't spoil you. Aren't they dead?" Harry's back went rigid at those words and his breathing stopped, caught in his lungs and throat. How had he known? Had Draco told him? Mentally shaking himself he turned to face the smirking man.

Calming his beating heart he said simply, "Lets get on with this, fifteen minutes in your presence and I'm already nauseous."

Cormac laughed without humour. "At least that's one thing in common, Potter. Your attendance is typically mundane. I make a habit of not working with children when possible. They give me a headache."

Harry bit his tongue and willed his anger to subside at the jibe. He wasn't a child. And Cormac was a bitch. Shaking away the infantile insult Harry grabbed his camera from around his neck and begun taking snaps of the king size bed in front of him.

"You're doing it wrong,"

"Shut up McLaggen and get to work. I'm not doing it all by myself."

"It would likely be a disaster if you did." Cormac all but spat but got his camera prepared and stalked a few meters away to work regardless. Harry swallowed thickly and focused on the task at hand. This was going to be a long five hours.

DM/HP

By two in the afternoon Harry was running on pure antagonism. His legs were sore from walking around the large levels and his head hurt from the constant stream of insults Cormac insisted be exchanged. Harry was certain he had used up his knowledge of name-calling on the man. And by one o'clock the pair had been reduced to snarky rejoins of 'dog' and 'cow' having no other remark on hand.

Harry was so thankful when the lift binged to announce level eight that he all of ran from the confines and went crashing into a firm body. His already aching legs buckled and Harry ended up on the floor his legs stretched in front of him and his elbows propping up his torso.

"So sorry, darling, I wasn't watching my way. Are you hurt?" Harry looked up to see a tall, dark haired man who bent to lend Harry a hand. Harry took the warm palm appreciatively and was hauled to his feet.

"It's fine," he said somewhat daftly. "Shouldn't have been running from the lift." He finished quietly looking anywhere but the azure eyes of the man and his tanned golden skin. He smelt of liquorish.

Cormac was chuckling behind Harry. "Oh, good one, Potter. Go throw yourself at anyone like the slut you are."

Harry attempted to spin around however the strong biceps of the man held him in place, Harry made to panic until the husky voice said, "Don't raise to his bait, darling. He's a right old sod at the best of times."

Harry's eyes widened. "You know Cormac?" he asked somewhat more loudly then necessary.

"Blaise, why are you hugging my assistant?" Draco's voice sounded and he and Ana came from the lift, Harry twisted to face them and barely caught the frown of disapproval on the blonds pale lips.

Blaise laughed tenderly before allowing Harry his freedom and letting go. "Your assistant?" he questioned with a mischievous simper. "My, my Draco – he's certainly a keeper now isn't he." Harry was put off by the gentle brush of fingertips across his jaw line by Blaise.

"He took a bit of a stumble; I was only being of assistance."

Draco made a disbelieving noise in his throat and stepped forward, steering Harry away from Blaise with a coaxing hand to the boy's elbow.

"Why are you here?" he then inquired once reassured Harry was out of the man's reach. Blaise shrugged his leather donned shoulders and winked.

"Needed a bit of a break from work, decided to check in and pamper myself for a few days."

Draco was looking suspicious as was Cormac who made a show of dropping his arm around Draco's shoulders as he said, "Nothing to do with spying then?" Blaise looked truly affronted and gasped.

"Me spy? – what a superficial notion."

Harry was officially baffled. "Why would he spy?" he questioned looking imploringly at Draco.

"He works for GrossierGlam." Draco said shortly but sent Blaise a small smile. Harry's head hurt and he excused himself to get some air.

Once down seven levels Harry went outside to stand on the street – or more over sit on the sidewalk. The afternoon sun was light and held no warmth whatsoever, the wind was chilly and rough against his skin – seeping through the thin material of his cargos and printed T-shirt. He knew he should have grabbed a jacket before leaving his house this morning.

Sighing and letting out a mouthful of foggy breath Harry rested his head on top of his knees and wrapped his arms around his shins. His head pounded and his body was beyond tired. He just wanted this day to be over already. His mind was stretched to breaking point with information.

"Is everything alright, Harry?" Harry ignored the soft, uncertain voice of Ana, not knowing exactly why he was feeling so cranky like a toddler who needed a nap.

Ana's shoes clapped against the pavement as she came closer, "Do you want me to get Draco for you?" she asked soothingly and Harry had to wonder why she thought that would help, Draco was most the reason his mind was a tangle of uncertainty. When Harry didn't answer Ana's slipped back inside.

Harry was about to stand and head inside to apologize for his rude behaviour towards the young woman when a warm touch to his shoulder stilled any thought of doing so.

Draco's tone was so calm and concerned that Harry felt like sobbing with exasperation over the whole day, he didn't however; after his little storm out Harry didn't want to lose anymore of his dignity by bawling to his boss.

"Was Cormac a git to you?" Draco asked as he sat next to Harry on the sidewalk, his well-heeled appearance at odds with the causal gesture. Harry tried to quell down his ire and failed spectacularly.

"When isn't he a git?" he snapped at Draco who looked none the different from the misguided anger directed at him. "He is a total bitch you know that? He is absolutely wretched all he does is complain about how bad I am at every single fucking thing! I'm no good at taking pictures and getting the angles right or even using a bloody lift apparently. He picks on me, Draco – and I have no clue as to why that is. And to top off this bloody perfect day he brought up my dead parents numerous times. Did you tell him? You promised not to say anything to anyone." When Harry finally finished his yelling tirade he clamped his mouth shut and made to stand and dash inside – embarrassed and shamed at his words.

Draco would have none of that and caught Harry's wrist in his hand, tugging the boy to sit down. Harry refused to make eye contact and his cheeks flushed red with a blush.

"I didn't tell anyone that information, Harry," a laugh bubbled in Harry's throat that was full of confused anger and Draco gripped the boy's wrist harder. "Listen to me, I didn't tell a soul. I don't know how Cormac found out."

When Harry refused to answer and rubbed at his eyes vigorously with his knuckles Draco sighed and went on.

"What you have to understand is that Cormac was raised as an only child in an environment where he was the center of attention and the apple of his mother's eye. He had everything. He isn't used to not getting his own way. He's a bitch – as you so elegantly put it – and he gives no care for it."

"That doesn't explain why he hates me." Harry grumbled dropping his hands to his lap and picking at his nails.

Draco breathed deeply and ran a hand through his blond hair. "Sadly it does, Harry. He doesn't like you being my assistant and thus with me keeping you as such it doesn't sit well with him, he is fuming about not getting his own way. It's not that he hates you. I'm sure he doesn't, he just doesn't know when to shut up and remember the world doesn't revolve around him."

Harry curled his lips into a snarl and turned to fully face Draco. "Then why are you with him? How could you be attracted to such a whiny, spoilt brat?" he said angrily and Draco reached out so suddenly to touch his flushed cheeks that Harry choked on his next words allowing Draco room to speak.

"You really are too cute when you're desirous," Draco's palm cupped Harry's cheek and Harry shivered at the contact, silver eyes were staring directly into wide green eyes. "It makes you look far younger then your seventeen years – almost childlike." Draco brushed his thumb over Harry's full lips before removing his hand.

"I have slept with Cormac all of two times. The first time I was shallow and only saw his good looks, the second time was a mistake on my part and the results of my lust. It hasn't happened since and nor do I intend it ever to."

Harry found his voice and rasped out his reply, "But the magazine said you two practiced BD/SM together." Draco's brows rose.

"You read the article then?" the question was said with a grin and Harry diverted his gaze to the gutter and studied the paper cup stained with coffee that sat there, Draco continued, "I am involved with such a lifestyle, that much is true, and Cormac and I have both – experimented – so to speak, together. The magazine was far off the mark with many things they claimed. You can't believe much that's written these days."

Harry was relieved for all the wrong reasons and to hide his growing unease at his own feelings he said, "So you don't smoke then?" Draco chuckled and shook his head.

"No, that one is actually correct, I don't much care for the habit but it helps me unwind at times." Harry nodded for lack of a better response before timidly looking at Draco.

"And what about Blaise?"

"A friend, I've known him since high school. Good fellow even if he works for GrossierGlam. He's dependable as a friend however as the opposition I doubt his honesty."

"Is that why you thought he was spying on us?"

Draco smoothed down the fabric of his slack absently. "Partly, however, knowing Blaise he was being truthful about treating himself."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as both watched the busy street and pedestrians hurry to and fro for various reasons. Harry's body was warmed by Draco's nearness and his skin felt less chilly. It was almost comforting to just sit with his boss in complete silence – a conclusion Harry thought he'd never come to.

"Your hair is a mess." Harry looked startled at the sudden exclamation from Draco and ducked his head to run his fingers through the tangles of black.

"Had a shower this morning and didn't have time to comb it." He mumbled in response. Draco reached over and tugged at Harry's fringe which jutted out at odd angles.

"You look like you've been shagged thoroughly. It's endearing." With that piece of information floating between them Draco stood, brushing off the seat of his pants.

"If you want I can drop you off home, we only have another thirty minutes before we knock off anyway." Harry looked to his wristwatch and surely enough it was nearing the hour of four. Fridays were always his favourite day of work mainly for the reason he could go home early.

Harry vaguely nodded in agreement and stood to his feet. Draco clapped his hands together. "Brilliant, I'll say goodbye to the others and get the car."

Harry's stomach flipped in summersaults at Draco's charming grin. Gods he was so smitten and that was not a good thing.