Title: Malfoy & Son
Team: Caerphilly Catapults
Position: Chaser 1
Round: QL Daily Prophet Expelliarmus Competition
Prompt: Point me– [action] pointing somewhere/to someone
Additional Prompts used: N/A
Word count: 1476
Betas: Ikuni

A/N A No Voldemort/Good Draco!AU were Draco and Lucius own a successful law firm. The Point Me spell is an invention of Harry and Hermione's to locate someone.
Warning contains some suggestive language

Draco Malfoy was a Partner in the very successful wizarding law firm Malfoy & Son. The business had been founded by his grandfather and had more clients than Draco and his father Lucius could keep up with. Draco loved his job and this meant that he was something of a workaholic. While Harry was proud of his fiancé, it often meant that he was left sitting by himself in restaurants; either because Draco had been called away for an urgent client consultation or because, like today, Draco had obviously lost track of the time again. Harry wouldn't mind so much if that dreadful Rita Skeeter woman wasn't always following him around, writing her ridiculous stories. Sometimes Harry wished that he was not a world-famous Seeker and that his fiancé wasn't a world-renowned criminal law barrister. Harry didn't understand how his friend, Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum, managed to keep such a low profile with one of Harry's best friends, Hermione Granger. He must remember to ask him his secret, Harry thought as he spotted that vile Skeeter woman lurking behind a plant, scribbling into her notebook with that acid-green quill of hers. Harry sighed and wondered what ridiculous story would appear in the Prophet this time, about the supposed trouble in his and Draco's relationship. Honestly, did that woman not have anything better to do with her time? Right, this called for some drastic action. Harry swore he was never going to have to use the spell that he and Hermione had invented, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Harry left the restaurant and slipped on his invisibility cloak before Rita Skeeter had time to follow him out. He pulled out his wand, held it flat in his hand, concentrated very hard on Draco and whispered, "Point me Draco Malfoy." His wand spun around very fast on the palm of his hand then came to a halt, the tip of the wand pointing up the street in the general direction of Draco's office. Harry set off in the direction that his wand was pointing, occasionally stopping to recast "Point me," to check he was still heading in the right direction. Harry checked one last time when he was outside the entrance to Malfoy & Son; his wand pointed inside. Harry breezed in, saying hi to the receptionist, who waved Harry in. Harry went up the stairs to Draco's office and knocked on the door. He didn't want to burst in on Draco if he was with a client.
"Come in," Draco's voice called. Harry opened the door and went in. Draco didn't look up from his mountain of paperwork that was spread in front of him. "What's up Susie?"
"You were supposed to meet me for lunch," Harry said, plonking himself down on the settee in Draco's office.
"Harry!" Draco said, looking up from his paperwork at last and looking at the clock on the wall. "Oh, I'm sorry, love I…"
"Lost track of time. I know," Harry smiled at Draco.
"You know me so well," Draco smirked at him. "How did you know where to find me? I had meetings and hearings all morning. I'm not long back here."
"Ah…well promise you won't get mad?"
"That depends, Harry."
"Me and Hermione invented a spell. Point me," Harry said, demonstrating the spell for Draco. "It lets you find someone if you focus on them hard enough."
"That doesn't sound entirely legal, Harry," Draco said, raising an eyebrow at Harry, who blushed.
"Well, I got fed up with waiting alone for you in restaurants. And Rita Skeeter was poking about again."
"I really ought to sue that woman for the libel she writes about us," Draco said, finally putting down his quill and getting up from behind his desk. "But it does bring in the clients. I think they're curious about if what she writes is the truth. And there's no denying her claims have helped your career, too."
Harry stood up and allowed himself to be drawn into Draco's embrace.
"Doesn't mean she's not annoying, though," Harry said tilting his face up to meet Draco's lips.
"Well, lucky for you she's very, very wrong about how I feel about you."
"And you're lucky that I forgive you for missing another lunch date," Harry said, as Draco kissed him again.
"Well, maybe you'd like to skip lunch today and I can show you how sorry I am?"

Harry was once again waiting alone at a table waiting for Draco. After half an hour, Harry decided to go and find Draco, again. This had become a regular thing and if Harry didn't know any better, he would almost say that Draco was deliberately forgetting about lunch, so that Harry would come and seek him out.
"Point me," Harry said, following his wand, once more to Draco's office. He knocked on the door and Draco called for him to enter.
"Oh, sorry Harry," Draco said looking up. "Did I lose track of time again?"
"Yup," Harry said, sitting himself on top of Draco's paperwork deliberately. Draco set his quill down and smiled at Harry.
"Do you want to go for lunch, or should I make it up to you?" Draco whispered suggestively in Harry's ear, making him shiver, as Draco's warm breath tickled his ear.
'Damn it,' Harry thought, as he tilted his head back allowing Draco to press kisses down his neck towards his collarbone. He could never resist Draco. It was his one weakness.

After several weeks of Harry being stood up for lunch dates with Draco, only to find him in his office and have Draco 'make it up to him', Harry had come up with a plan. A clever one; well so he hoped. This time, Harry didn't even bother to make his way to the restaurant. Instead at lunchtime Harry made his way home to his and Draco's house. Harry laid a trail of rose petals from the door to the bedroom, and scattered a few of them on the bed as well, for good measure. Then Harry made himself comfortable on the bed in nothing but his boxers. He really hoped his plan would work.

Draco was working his way through his usual large pile of paperwork. Putting down his quill, he stretched and checked the clock. It was almost time to go and meet Harry for lunch at the restaurant down the road but Draco made no attempt to move. He would never admit it to Harry but he had been so incredibly turned on when Harry had hunted him down when he missed their lunch date. And on more than one occasion since then Draco had deliberately 'lost track of time', hoping that Harry would come and find him; which he always did. Harry was so predictable. Draco smirked to himself and picked up his quill again. He reckoned he could finish getting through all the paperwork currently on his desk before Harry turned up. Over an hour later, Draco had finished his paperwork, tidied it away, organised his work for the afternoon and brought out a stack of new quills, ready for this afternoon's work, but there was still no sign of Harry. He would never admit this to anyone ever again but Draco was starting to panic. Harry was always here by now. What if something had happened to him? He might've had an accident at Quidditch practice and fallen off his broom. What if he was lying in St Mungo's? Draco dashed out of his office and downstairs into the street. He pulled out his wand.
"Point me Harry Potter," he said, and set off in the direction his wand was pointing.

After twenty minutes Draco found himself continuing to head in the general direction of Godric's Hollow, he hoped, not towards St Mungo's which was a relief. Draco took a chance and Apparated outside their house.
"Point me," Draco said again and his wand pointed to the house.
Draco opened the door to find a trail of rose petals leading towards their bedroom. Draco smirked and shook his head.
'He's a sly one,' Draco thought. 'He should've been a Slytherin with me.'
Following the rose petals upstairs to the bedroom, Draco found Harry lounging seductively on the bed surrounded by rose petals.
"Finally!" Harry exclaimed, as Draco appeared in the doorway. "Took you long enough."
"Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn't turn up at the office?"
"We arranged to meet at the restaurant," Harry said slyly, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well…I mean I checked…"
"I knew it! You were deliberately waiting for me to find you in the office, so I thought I would let you find me here instead. Much more comfortable, don't you think?"
"You should've been a Slytherin, Harry," Draco smirked as he joined Harry on the bed.