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Junoesque

By Little-Hufflepuff

Chapter | SIX

Harry's stomach hurt from the nest of nerves that had taken up residence in his gut. It was Monday and officially the day he'd have to face his boss after their breakfast date. And sure, compared to the hand-job in Draco's car, their date had been pretty tame, all abrupt kisses considered. But it still didn't make Harry's nerves abate. He walked through the entrance doors of Junoesque Magazine with a meek expression on his face and his head bowed.

A few steps inside he collided with a firm body and he cursed before falling backward and sprawling onto the ground inelegantly.

"We have to stop meeting like this, darling." Said a smooth voice that Harry recognised immediately; Blaise. The smell of aniseed was strong to his nose and he looked up from the ground to gaze into Blaise's handsome face. "You really love walking head first into people don't you?" he said with a soft chuckle.

Harry composed himself enough to say, "What are you doing here? I thought you worked for GrossierGlam? Why are you in the headquarters of Junoesque?"

Blaise held out a hand to help Harry to his feet. "So many questions. Let me see; I'm here because Draco asked to see me. Yes, I do work for GrossierGlam and as mentioned Draco sent for me. I assure you I'm not spying." He informed.

Harry took the offered hand and was hoisted to his feet by the strong man. He straightened his backpack and ruffled the back of his hair nervously. He was about to reply when Draco's smooth voice cut him off.

"Blaise, please tell me you're not going to hug my assistant again." Draco said with a raise of his eyebrow. Blaise gave a chuckle and pretended to squish Harry; he encircled his arms around the boy and fake squeezed. Harry was watching Draco's every expression while Blaise did so and was curious to note the flicker of possessiveness that flashed in his grey eyes. When Blaise let go the possessiveness disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared.

"We were just talking, is all." Blaise replied casually.

Draco nodded and walked over to them with quick strides.

"Harry, I want you to finish the acknowledgements today, we launch tomorrow." He gently reminded.

Harry nodded and readjusted his backpack on his back for something to do.

Being around Draco made him nervous.

He'd never felt like this with anyone else before, so all his confusing desires were new to him. He didn't really know how to act after sharing a kiss with Draco and the rest of their breakfast he'd spent sending coy glances at the blond and blushing furiously whenever Draco looked at him. For the most part Draco went along with it, but Harry knew the man wanted to establish whatever it was between them. Harry just wasn't sure what it was they had. He'd never been in a relationship before to know how one worked.

"I'll get to work on them now." He said and he made to walk past Draco. A hand to his elbow stopped him in his tracks.

"Actually, I want to see you on the Photography level before you do that." Draco said. Harry's heart was too busy climbing into his throat at the casual contact to really register the man's words; he nodded distractedly and then hurried off. Draco watched him go with a predatory stare.

Blaise just shook his head and muttered about the 'sexual tension' in the room.

DM/HP

Harry only just registered Draco's words by the time he was halfway to his desk. He stopped, spun on his heel, and made a speedy beeline for the elevator, all the while cursing under his breath. His emotions and desires were getting in the way of his work that was for sure.

The elevator was empty by the time Harry reached it and he piled in quickly and pressed number seven. Once the doors had open to reveal the hustle and bustle of the Photography floor Harry clambered out and hurriedly made his way through the crowd of rushing models. Again he was put out by just how tall they all were. But of course it was the high heels, not his height. Harry nodded to himself as if to agree with his thoughts and then made his way to the prop room.

He found Draco inside with Blaise. Both were standing at the glass table and looking at a spread of pictures. Intrigued Harry walked closer, when he laid eyes on the pictures his stomach dropped. It was him. They were the pictures from the shoot he'd done last week.

"Um…," he said softly. Draco looked up and greeted him with a lopsided smirk.

"Harry," he said. "Come sit down."

Harry did as he was told and took a seat near Blaise. Up close Harry could clearly see the series of photos that had been taken of him. He had to admit that Draco was skilled behind a camera, the pictures looked amazing art wise; although Harry cringed at how subservient he came across, bound and hapless.

"Blaise and I have been talking about the photo shoot you did." Draco informed him. He pinched the corner of a picture and slid it closer to Harry so the boy could see it more clearly. "We have come up with a wonderful idea." He said excitedly.

Harry winced. "It's not another photo shoot is it? I don't think I could stand wearing heels again, or for that matter, makeup." He said with a frown of his lips.

Draco chuckled. It was a masculine sound and one that had Harry's heart fluttering with butterflies.

"No, it's not another photo shoot. We were actually thinking of getting your pictures published." Harry blanched. He knew he did. He could feel the colour draining from his cheeks in a fraction of a second. Draco obviously noticed for he frowned. A line appeared between his eyebrows.

"I don't think that's a good idea, sir." Harry said truthfully.

Draco raised a perfect blond eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Because I'm not a model –"

"You don't need to be a model, Harry," this time it was Blaise who spoke. "The shots are great and Draco said I could use them in an issue of GrossierGlam if I got your permission." He said.

"But why are you giving Blaise photos when he's the competition?" Harry wanted to know. He was beginning to get confused.

Draco ruffled his blond hair with an absent hand. "He's my friend first and foremost, Harry, and he's in need of some photos to fill up the back cover. It wouldn't be like an article on you, it's just your picture in the back of a magazine to fill up the gaps." Draco explained softly.

Harry shook his head. "It's embarrassing," he admitted in a small voice.

Draco cocked his head to one side, confused. "What's embarrassing?" he asked.

Harry looked to the glass tabletop and took a deep breath. He could say it. He had to say it or otherwise his picture would get published.

"I don't like how I look." He said quietly. Draco caught it though and his frown grew heavier.

"Why ever not? You're gorgeous, Harry." He said so truthfully it made a blush spread over Harry's cheeks. He didn't think he'd ever get used to Draco complementing him.

"I look so – so, I don't know. I just look really, weak…,"

Draco sighed and Harry saw the moment the man understood. "You're don't look weak, Harry." Draco assured. Harry disagreed with a derisive grunt. "You don't," Draco stressed. "You look submissive, there's a huge difference. Trust me."

Harry didn't understand the difference and he gathered it must be because Draco knew more about relationships and sex and dating. Draco was more experienced than Harry and it made Harry feel a little uneasy. He wasn't even sure why.

Blaise made a sound in his throat and then spoke up. "Can I use the images?" he asked Harry directly. Harry blinked. Blinked again. And then swallowed noisily.

"I'm not sure, can I think about it?"

"Not really, the next launch is tomorrow I need a straight answer, yes or no?" Blaise said.

Harry was quick to give him his answer. "No, I'd rather not have my pictures in GrossierGlam. I hope you don't mind."

Blaise sighed a hefty sigh. "I'm wounded but I'll live." He said dramatically. Draco looked a little downcast. Harry's stomach tightened and he hoped he hadn't disappointed the blond.

"You may go, Harry." Draco said, but it wasn't unkind, it was actually rather softly said. "Finish up the acknowledgements and then we're all set for tomorrow."

Harry dipped his chin with a nod and left the room quickly. On the way out he heard Blaise and Draco talking.

"Shame really," Blaise said. "He's a pretty lad. You got some good photos out of him that's for sure."

"He really is model material." Draco commented. The idle comment made Harry's stomach dip pleasantly and unbidden in his chest something akin to smugness rose. He shook it off however, knowing that he wasn't as attractive as most models or as well behaved. Draco was just being overly kind to him that was all it was.

DM/HP

It was after work that Harry found himself at Amsen's piercing parlour. He rested on a bench and sighed as Amsen cleaned her piercing kit thoroughly.

"Why the big sigh, Harry?" Amsen asked looking up from the job. Harry kicked his legs out in front of him and sighed again, breathily and long. "C'mon, spill." Amsen said.

"Draco kissed me." Harry blurted out without pretence. Amsen hummed. Harry looked at her with wide eyes. "You can just 'hmm' about something like that, Ammy." He said, affronted. Amsen looked at him with a blank stare.

"A kiss kind of pales in comparison to getting jerked off, doesn't it?" she said. Harry blushed at her words. But she had a point; being kissed was humdrum compared to being jerked off. But still, it had been Harry's first kiss with a man, his first kiss full stop. And it had been over in three seconds flat, but Harry could still remember the taste of Draco on his lips and something in his stomach burned and longed for more.

"I guess you're right, but it was my first kiss." He said. Amsen hummed again.

"Did it get you hard?" she asked suddenly. Harry balked at her.

"No." He said tentatively.

"Then it wasn't a proper kiss. Tell him to do it again and this time tell him to do it properly."

"I'm sure Draco knows how to kiss properly, Ammy. We were in a coffee shop; it'd be weird if he was trying to make me hard." Harry pointed out. Amsen placed down her cleaning equipment.

"Fair point," she conceded. Then; "You want one?"

Harry blinked at the girl. "Want a kiss…?" he hedged, uncertain. Amsen laughed outright at him.

"No silly, I was referring to a piercing. Not a bloody kiss, you git." She said around another laugh. Harry chuckled nervously, kind of glad it wasn't a kiss she was after. That'd be awkward.

He looked at the sharp pin and winced. "I don't think so." He said.

Amsen pouted her bottom lip out. "C'mon, live on the wild side. Dare I say Draco might like the grungy look?"

Harry sighed. "It would hurt."

"Only a little." Amsen agreed. "But the end result is worth it. Plus I know you've wanted your lip done since you were fifteen. Why not now? I'll do it free of charge, think of it as a gift."

"You really want me to get pierced don't you?" Harry questioned watching the eager girl raise her tawny eyebrows. "What if you hit a vein?" he asked.

Amsen rolled her eyes. "Don't you trust me?"

"Not in the slightest." Harry deadpanned.

"I'm good at what I do, Harry. Plus I think a lip piercing would suit you." She said. Harry had wanted one for a long time, and now was a good a time as any, he thought.

Stilling his nerves he manned up and said, "Fine, I'll do it. But be gentle!"

Amsen just grinned a toothy grin at him.

DM/HP

Harry's lip throbbed with pain. It actually wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, but it wasn't pleasant. His lip was slightly swollen but in all Amsen had done an excellent job of the piercing. Harry stood in his bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was just about to fiddle with the silver ball when the shrill call of the phone startled him into an intake of air.

He quickly made his way to get it and answered breathily. "Hullo?"

Immediately his insides turned to water when Draco's smooth voice replied. "Harry, how are you?" he asked and he sounded genuinely interested.

"Okay, how are you?" Harry replied awkwardly. He sounded robotic, which made him shut his eyes in exasperation with himself. Couldn't he just act normal around Draco?

"I'm fine. Listen; about out breakfast together, we need to talk more about what happened."

"The kiss?" Harry said in askance.

Harry thought he heard Draco nod if that was even possible. "Yes, the kiss. Are you free at the moment, I could drop by, if it's not too late." It was only going on eleven so Harry deemed it still early.

"No it's fine you can come over if you want." Admittedly seeing Draco would be nice, but the talk would probably be awkward.

"That's great, I'll be there soon."

Silence.

He had hung up. Harry sighed and put the phone down. He guessed he should have been used to Draco's abrupt way of ending a phone call by now.

Running his hand through his hair Harry sighed and made to put the kettle on.

DM/HP

By the time the kettle had boiled there was a knock at the door. Harry swallowed nervously, patted down his favourite green jacket and ran his fingers through his hair to flatten it somewhat before he made to open the front door. Nerves ate away at his heart making it pound fast in his chest.

He grabbed for the door handle and swung the door open quickly. On the other side Draco stood, dressed in a casual grey sweater and jeans. He looked the picture of perfection. His hair was artfully tousled and his eyes smouldered with some emotion Harry was too naïve to name. It was after a pregnant pause that Harry noticed Draco wasn't looking him in the eyes, his eyes were focused just below his nose…oh fuck! The piercing!

"My friend talked me into it." Harry said as nonchalantly as possible. He shrugged his shoulders, acutely aware that Draco was still staring at the lip piercing. Draco seemed to mentally shake himself and then he smirked his customary smirk that made his lips look so fucking kissable…and Harry had to stop that train of thought!

"I like it. It suits you." Was all Draco said on the matter. Then he looked past Harry and into his small home. "May I come in?" he asked. Harry felt embarrassed for making Draco stand outside in the cold and ducked aside.

"Of course. The kettle has just boiled if you want some coffee or tea."

"Coffee for me," Draco said easily. He flashed Harry a grin and Harry's insides turned to water for the second time. He felt giddy and returned the grin with one of his own.

Harry bustled about the small kitchen making coffee for the both of them while Draco made himself comfortable on one of the stools at the counter. Once Harry was done he handed Draco over his coffee and moved to sit on the stool next to him. Their knees bumped and Harry could feel the warmth of Draco through his jeans. It made a blush dust across his cheeks and he looked away quickly. When he made to pull his leg away Draco moved his closer again and settled it against Harry's gently.

"Why are you so damn cute all the time?" Draco asked rhetorically. Harry's answer was another blush, redder this time. He cleared his throat and took a sip of the bitter coffee.

When he felt up to talking he said, "So about the kiss…,"

Draco was taking a sip of his own coffee and he raised his eyebrows. "What are your thoughts on it?"

Harry didn't self censor and his words came out in a rush. "It was my first kiss." He admitted. Draco hummed. Not the reaction Harry had expected.

"With a man?" Draco asked. Ah, that explained it. Draco thought Harry had kissed someone before, a girl. He hadn't.

"Um…no…with anyone…,"

Draco's eyes suddenly turned predatory. Harry was so put out by it he choked on another sip of coffee and spluttered for an embarrassing moment. When he had recovered he said quickly, "It's no big deal really –"

Draco held up one perfect hand to silence Harry's words. It worked immediately.

"I was your first kiss?" he asked slowly.

Harry nodded.

Draco's eyes went wide.

"Christ Harry. Why didn't you say something earlier? I would have made your first kiss amazing."

"It was amazing anyway." Harry admitted in a small voice. Draco frowned. Reached out a hand to grip Harry's wrist in his warm palm and tugged him forward.

"Let me make your second kiss better, hmm?" he purred.

Harry's heart pounded against his ribs and butterflies riled in his stomach. He licked his lips and watched with fascination as Draco's eyes zeroed in on that one action.

Then, a breath of a second later, Draco leaned forward and closer. His breath was warm and coffee scented and Harry found it indescribably sensual to be sharing one another's air. Draco cupped the back of Harry's head gently and pulled him forward until their lips met. It was a soft press of mouths at first. Feather light and barely there. Then Draco slanted his lips over Harry's fully and took what he wanted.

Harry new piercing twinged but the pain was overtaken by a deep seated pleasure that radiated from his chest. He was kissing Draco Malfoy! He was in a lip lock with the famous creator and editor of Junoesque Magazine! It made him simultaneously giddy and frightened.

When Draco deepened the kiss Harry's head whirled with the thought of: what if I'm a bad kisser?

But it was soon squashed when Draco gave him a predatory little noise that had Harry's groin tightening.

Draco licked the seam of Harry's lips, silently begging for entrance. Harry opened his mouth slowly, hesitantly. Draco's tongue was gentle in its exploration. It teased Harry's tongue into a battle which inevitably Draco won. Harry made a whimpery groan in the back of his throat and Draco reciprocated by running his free hand up Harry's thigh. His hand rested just near Harry's thickening erection. If Draco knew it was there he was doing a good job if ignoring it. Harry half wished to push himself wantonly into the blond's hand. He restrained his desire. Just.

Draco broke apart from the kiss briefly for a breath of much needed air and then his lips were back over Harry's swollen ones, the feel of scratchy stubble sent pleasure coiling in Harry's stomach, he never knew kissing another man would be so irresistible. This time Draco took charge of the kiss and showed his more domineering side. Harry's stomach came alive with butterflies and tiny tingles raced up and down his spine. He didn't know why Draco's dominate side turned him on so much, all he knew was that he was hard and wanton for the man and kissing was not enough anymore.

Throwing all caution to the wind Harry shifted his hips forward, bucking into Draco's hand and moaning at the sensation it caused him. It felt so good to have Draco touching him. The man broke the kiss abruptly and looked at Harry carefully.

"Are you sure you want this to happen again?" he asked. "Dare I say it might complicate our work relationship." He added. He was being sensible. But it was also seductive that he cared enough about their tender friendship to stop Harry just in case he'd regret it. Harry knew he wouldn't regret it.

"I want you so bad right now," he said and just about moaned from the smouldering look Draco gave him. The blond's eyes were alive with lust and something else that Harry couldn't quite place.

Draco purposefully pressed his palm against the tent of Harry's jeans and got a breathy moan in response.

"If you're sure?" he half asked, half stated.

Harry nodded. "I'm sure. Please kiss me again?"

Draco smiled at him. "Only because you asked so sweetly, love." He said softly.