Benefits

Chapter Four

Draco woke up with an erection and the first thing he felt, besides his erection, was the obvious warmth of someone else in his bed; it was obvious because it really didn't happen often. The last time someone had slept with him, and he meant actually slept with him, it had been when he had dated- no. He didn't dare think of that cheating bastard's name.

The next thing he felt was the light hasty rustling of sheets, in a hurried attempt to leave the bed. Draco rolled his eyes and closed them, pretending that he was asleep as Harry picked up his clothes from the ground and started putting them on; though Draco couldn't help but peek; he looked at Harry's naked body with approval, he'd done well last night.

Then he realised that this would be the perfect opportunity to-.

"Potter," Draco sat up hurriedly as Harry was putting on his trousers. He looked up, alarmed, his face going red.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Harry said awkwardly, clutching his shirt to his chest.

Draco smiled softly, though it was more a grim smile than an amused one, "it's okay, you didn't."

Harry nodded, "look, Malfoy; I normally don't do this sort of thing-."

"I love how everyone always says that," Draco scoffed, "just deal with it Potter; it happened."

Harry nodded and put his shirt back on, "well," he stood there awkwardly, "I guess I best be going-."

"I wanted to ask you something," Draco said, now sounding nervous, "and I would like to ask you it over a cup of tea or coffee or...something."

(***)

And that was how they were now sitting at Draco's dining room table, each with a hot cup of coffee in their hands; Harry shifting in his seat uncomfortably every so often. Draco smirked despite himself, partially remembering what had happened last night. Draco had gotten dressed after Harry had awkwardly left the room and had rushed out to make a cup of coffee for the both of them, half expecting Harry to be gone by the time he'd gone out into the kitchen, but he had been surprised, and relieved to find that Harry was sitting at the dining room table patiently; looking a little nervous.

"So," Harry said, deciding that he was finally comfortable and that he actually had vocal chords.

"So," Draco threw back at him, just to be a smart arse, which probably wasn't the best way to go about getting what he was going to ask.

"What is it you wanted to speak to me about?" Harry asked, cocking up a brow and getting impatient.

Draco bit his lip, "look, Potter, don't refuse until I've finished, alright?" Harry nodded, which gave Draco some surge of confidence to continue.

"So, I've been working at the Daily Prophet, for a very long time," Draco said, "ever since we finished school in fact."

"I was wondering what you did for a living," Harry said casually before taking a sip of coffee.

Draco shrugged, "well, not many places would take me, but Barnabas is big on giving people second chances-," he looked on Harry's face which basically told him to hurry up and get on with it, "right..." Draco muttered, "not important," he moved his finger around the rim of the cup nervously, not looking up at Harry, "so I've been working at the Daily Prophet and recently the Ministry as to decided to deport all past Death Eaters- take them out of the UK and spread them out, and if they're found outside of their respected countries they've been deported to, they're to get arrested. The only way out of this arrangement, is if you're married or have a family," he looked up for a moment, "and obviously my parents don't count because they're past Death Eaters themselves."

"Where is this going Malfoy?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I'm getting there," Draco snapped, Harry frowned which made Draco sigh, "sorry," he muttered, "right...well...I lied to Barnabas and told him I was engaged to be married," he said, "in a stupid attempt to stay in the country, but I really should have thought it out before saying anything; because now he wants me to prove it. He wants me to bring my 'fiancé' over to dinner at his house, and, ugh, well..." Draco shrugged, "I don't have a bloody fiancé Potter."

"...and where do I come into this?"

Draco rolled his eyes, damn the man was daft, "I need a fiancé Potter," he said slowly, "and...For fucks sake, it's not that you're not catching on you just want me to say it out loud."

Harry smirked, "maybe."

"You're a prick."

"That's no way to treat someone who you're about to ask to be your fiancé," Harry said casually, "that's how you get someone to refuse you offer."

"Potter," Draco practically growled, he tried to calm down, but Harry really didn't seem to understand the seriousness of the situation, "Potter," he said a lot calmer now, "can you please pretend to be my fiancé," he said between gritted teeth, "at least for a few months."

"What's in it for me?" Harry asked, pushing his mug into the middle of the table. Draco was amazed to see that it was finished.

Draco paled, "I was kind of hoping your natural need to constantly be the hero being satisfied would be enough payment."

Harry rolled his eyes and went to stand up, but Draco grabbed his wrist with a panicked look on his face, "please Potter," Draco said, "I'm desperate! Only a few months and hopefully the ministry will be off of my back!"

Harry gave him a look full of pity before sitting back down, "alright," Harry said, "I have a few requests of my own."

Draco nodded eagerly, "alright, whatever," he said, "whatever you need, money-?"

Harry looked disgusted, "I don't need your goddamn money Malfoy."

"Alright," Draco said, pushing his coffee away from him, as he had been talking it had gotten cold, "sorry, not money; but whatever else I don't care."

Harry smirked and put up one finger, "one; you have to be nice to me."

Draco nodded.

"Two," he lifted up another finger, "it has to be convincing," Harry said, "I'd suggest you move in with me. I'll buy the ring if I have to, I don't really care," he said, "but you have to put it on my finger in front of my friends."

Draco bit his lip, looking around his apartment. He didn't really want to live in whatever kind of crap hole Harry called home; but it was only for a couple of months. He nodded.

"And last," Harry lifted up a third finger and Draco noticed his face go a little red before saying, "admittedly...you're good in bed."

Draco smirked, "I've been told I'm amazing in bed."

Harry rolled his eyes, "yes...well..."

Draco smirked, waiting patiently.

"You just want me to say it; don't you?" Harry said, glaring at him.

"Whatever do you mean Potter?" Draco asked, feigning a look of innocence that wasn't all to convincing.

"You want a fake fiancé," Harry said, "and I want a fuck buddy. If you agree to what I want, then I'll happily be your fake fiancé."

Draco grinned, eyeing Harry up and down as if he hadn't seen the man naked before. Harry's face went even redder with the embarrassment of being looked up and down, like a piece of meat, "Malfoy, don't leave me hanging here."

Draco rolled his eyes, "you're no fun," he said, "fine," he got up and held out a hand. Harry smiled and shook it, "you bet your sexy arse I'll agree to those conditions," Draco said with a smirk. Harry's smile dropped to one of slight irritation, "what?" Draco asked, "It's common for people to compliment their fiancés like that," he said. He started walking back towards his room.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"I was wondering if my fiancé was up for a round two," Draco asked, giving him a flirtatious look, "but- if you're not up for it I guess I can-."

Harry rushed down to where Draco was standing and practically pushed him into his room before slamming the bedroom door. The mugs sit in the middle of the dining room table, forgotten.

(***)

Harry lay panting in Draco's bed, his eyes closed and a happy grin on his face, "fuck," he groaned dragging out the word.

"Happy?" Draco asked, "Did I satisfy your need to be a whore?" he asked, jokingly.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. He cast a tempus spell with his wand that he had left on the bedside table and groaned, "I should probably get back home," he said, "Hermione will be hysterical," he dragged himself out of the bed, and cockily admitted to himself that his was much more expensive than Draco's, and got his clothes back on for the second time that morning. Draco got out of the bed and grabbed his own clothing off of the floor for the second time that morning as well, "so, when do I move in?" he asked, putting on his shirt first. Harry turned around and looked straight down at Draco's now, soft cock. Draco smirked as Harry's eyes hurriedly looked back up at him with a colourful tinge to his pale cheeks.

"The sooner the better," Harry said, "I thought I'd lie and say you've been living with me for several months now and so forth; Hermione and Ron are going to pissed enough as it is to find out I'm engaged."

"How are you going to explain my surprise at finding you in a gay club last night?" Draco asked.

"Fuck," Harry bit his lip, "Uhh...just a show to get Hermione warmed to the idea of us possibly getting together?"

"Damn Potter," Draco said, sounding impressed, "an idea almost worthy of a Slytherin."

Harry scrunched up his face, "shut up Malfoy."

(***)

Draco moved in that afternoon, with majority of his things shrunken down and stuffed into his pockets within shrunken down boxes. It weighed absolutely nothing, which made it even easier for him. The whole time while walking to Harry's apartment block however, Draco kept complaining.

"I don't really want to live in whatever hell hole you have, Potter," Draco said, repeating a rendition of his earlier thoughts after Harry had suggested the idea that they move in together, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all up for making this seem realistic- but as well as pretending to be engaged can't we also pretend to be living together?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "my place isn't that bad."

Draco snorted, "Right, sure."

Admittedly, when they rocked up outside of the apartment block, the outside of the building didn't give away the gorgeous apartments that were featured inside. Neither did the entry way; but they were still updating the building from piece-of-shit-filled-with-drug-addicts flats to apartments worthy of the most uptight richest people in the world- aka Draco Malfoy.

They went up the stairs, Draco complaining about the fact that they weren't going to use the elevator; Harry retaliated by saying that he could use it, he just wouldn't get very far because so far the elevator only consisted of doors and a horrible death inducing drop down to the underground car park. He shut his mouth and stopped complaining about the amount of stairs he had to climb just to get to the third floor where Harry lived.

When they got there, Harry paused.

"One complaint, and the deal is off," Harry said, "and I will kick your fucking arse as well."

Draco sighed and nodded as Harry opened the door and walked inside, shortly followed in by Draco, who gasped and looked around the apartment in awe.

"Holy shit," Draco basically whispered in shock, "Potter...what the fuck?"

"I said no complaints," Harry said. The apartment was basically all white and black, which apparently were very sophisticated shades that brought out everything in the room and brought it to its full potential. The lounge room had a large flat screen TV, which Harry basically never used and was a common object in the rest of the apartments as well, a large stereo sat near the wall, the floors shone and sparkled as well as the bench tops; the whole apartment was immaculate, with its thin floor the ceiling windows and chandelier like light covers.

"This is not really your taste," Draco said, "as I'd imagine it being anyway."

"It isn't," Harry said before he could stop himself.

"Then why get it?" Draco said, "I like the place, but why get an apartment that isn't to your own personal tastes that you will love?"

Harry bit his lip and shook his head, "I lied," he said, "I like it...I've always liked sophistication," he sighed and pointing towards a room on the right, which from Draco's perspective was his left, "bedroom is in there. Once again; please don't make a big deal out of it."

Draco nodded and walked into the room. The bed was made, majority of the bed was black with white sheets and white pillows, the bed may have originally been king sized, but Harry must have enlarged it a little with a spell. There was a walk in wardrobe to his right; he walked in a noticed that the many racks were practically bare. There was another wardrobe in the corner, which didn't make much sense to Draco but he shrugged it off. There was an en suite just across from where the bed sat. He peeked in there as well. The bath was massive, more like a spa, and the shower was big enough to fit at least three people.

He walked back outside to find Harry with his head in his hands, but Draco didn't really push to find out why, "Merlin's beard, how much does this place cost a month?!" he asked, "It's fucking amazing!"

Harry laughed, "I'm not renting it," he said, "I bought it outright."

Draco continued to look around, as if there may have been something he missed, but the only thing around the room was the photograph of his parents, dancing around near a fountain, Dumbledore's army, and some of him and his friends from their school years. A few books from Hogwarts and otherwise sat on the shelves, and the one's he had been studying from a few nights back sat there, looking dull and boring just like their context.

"What are you studying for?" Draco asked, eyeing the multiple books strewn across the coffee table, sitting open at certain pages.

Harry shrugged, "it's a bunch of stuff I need to know to qualify for a position as a junior Auror," he said, "or to at least qualify to go into the proper training. It's nothing important really."

"But being an Auror is huge," Draco said, for once not sounding sarcastic.

Harry shrugged, "I really don't care about it to be honest," he said, "It's just something to do, to avoid the loneliness in this place."

Draco frowned, sitting down on one of the couches, "then...why get such a big place?" he asked, "Normally these apartments have about-."

"Three bedrooms," Harry said, "I know. One main, two other bedrooms, one study, three bathrooms, one living room, one dining room, one kitchen; I know what my apartment has Malfoy."

"As I said," Draco sounded a little peeved, "why such a big apartment for one person?" he paused, "were you with someone?"

Harry sighed, "I don't really want to talk about it," he said, "honestly; I just want to go to bed."

Draco nodded as Harry walked into his room and closed the door behind him. Draco looked around the room awkwardly, before his inner Slytherin got the best of him, or maybe it was just his inner Draco; he began to snoop through Harry's things.