Draco had awoken before it was time and took a long shower. He didn't do anything with his hair as he knew they'd want to redo it at the studio. He'd gotten dressed and waited for Harry, not say much beyond what was necessary. What was the point? Harry hated him, so he might as well keep quiet
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“You all right?” he asked quietly as they made their way outside and out onto the busy street. Unfamiliar with this area, he glanced around until he figured out which direction they’d Apparated from and then he tugged on Draco’s wrist to get him to follow him. Walking never hurt anyone, he hoped Malfoy didn’t mind it.
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He looked up and around, suddenly realizing that they hadn't Apparated back, but didn't seem to care much. "I suppose as an exercise in the glamourous life, that was rather dull, wasn't it?" He smirked and turned them down another street, a short cut back to his flat. "Unless a full discussion about the size of my arse is considered thrilling."
His eyes widened for a moment as he realized that he'd talked about his arse to Potter, who wasn't entirely straight and might be thinking about it now. He cleared his throat. "Anyway," he said quickly to change the subject, "I'm starving."
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“Oh, don’t look so scared,” he said, rolling his eyes towards the sky. “Just because I’m…” he trailed off and made a hand gesture in front of him that was supposed to indicate less than straight. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to jump your bones. Besides, I’m sure it’s somewhere in my contract, not getting involved with the clients,” he teased. And then stopped abruptly. He shouldn’t be teasing Malfoy.
He cleared his throat. “Do you want to stop somewhere and eat or just go back to your flat?”
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He crossed his arms and glared at the woman who took his order. She rolled her eyes at him and greeted Harry. "He's with me. Well, not with me because his contract forbids that," he snapped before he had a chance to censor it.
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