Marketing Malfoy's [Chapter 1] - Harry/Draco
Title: Marketing Malfoy's
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 2990 (this chapter)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 [Over all]
Warnings: Non-magic AU/Muggle AU. Doubtful Draco. Bottom Harry. / Things I can guarantee: Sex. Angst. Happy ending, even if it might take some time getting there.
Created for: Myself, basically, and also this chapter is loosely using the JMDC prompt: between sleeping and waking from enchanted_jae
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: This is a work in progress and I'm doing my best to finish the story off. More notes will follow as chapters continue to be published. This is inspired by the book "Gold Digger" by Alexandr Voinov and no copyright infringement or offence is intended. I've changed the story around completely with a different beginning and a different ending - trying to keep all my characters very IC with the Harry Potter universe. When I read GD, I couldn't get it out of my mind and then this story idea happened when I was on holiday and when I say inspiration -- that's really what it is. Still, if you've read GD you might find similarities. I hope you enjoy. All my thanks to my beta dracogotgame for being the best. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
ETA: as I continue writing this story - 6 months later - I'm discovering that I've totally diverged away from the original premise/inspiration for MM from GD so it's actually like, nothing like GD, anymore. But I'll keep this comment on here. x
Summary: What may have seemed like a one night stand becomes a complication when Draco foolishly mixes business with pleasure. Except Harry insists that pleasure and business are two separate things.
Draco took in the scent of yesterday's washed hair as it tickled his face. The man next to him was someone he'd met last night at Daphne's party and though lust at first sight wasn't a new thing for him, wanting to take the man home immediately, spend every waking moment of the night with him, and the desire to do it all over again, certainly was. The sex hadn't been overly venturesome since they'd both been a bit drunk, but still, feeling Harry, exploring his body, having him come in Draco's mouth was still exceptional.
Harry stirred next to him, and Draco's hand smoothed down Harry's back until it reached the curve of his back, before he caressed his arse. He felt Harry smile against his shoulder and kiss it softly.
"I take it, you remember me, then?" Draco whispered against Harry's hair that was still overpowering his senses.
Harry chuckled. "You're the gorgeous blond with Mommy issues, right?"
Draco squeezed Harry's arse in reprimand. "Haha, you're just so funny," he said. "And it wasn't Mommy issues; it was more like it's tough to find someone who can handle my mother, instead." Draco didn't know why, but he really did need to defend his mother at any chance he'd get. He had the utmost respect for the woman and couldn't handle anyone saying anything negative about her-even as a joke.
"I know," Harry said, sounding slightly serious now. He turned on his side to face Draco, and inched himself closer so Draco could still have his hold around Harry.
The fact that Harry hadn't even for a moment shown any regrets about the night before, delighted him.
"Having good family values is a turn on, believe it or not," Harry said and pressed his growing erection against Draco's thigh. This was the most bizarre conversation he'd ever had with anyone in bed. Come to think of it, this was the most conversation Draco had ever had with someone in bed, in a long time. Most of his conquests lately had been either disappointing or disappointed in the morning. They were out of the door within five minutes of waking, and if Harry wanted more, that was definitely something Draco could provide.
Draco reluctantly released Harry's arse and moved his hand, placing his index finger on Harry's chin. He averted Harry's gaze towards him, and then pressed down to kiss him. At first it was tentative, as if they were learning to explore each other's mouths again for the first time - at least sober, anyway. And as soon as the kiss deepened, Draco's mobile rang. On cue, with his luck, of course.
Draco groaned against Harry's lips and slightly pulled away. Harry gave him a look, in a way that he was asking, do you really have to? He hesitated for a moment before answering Harry. "It's my mother," and Harry gave a chuckle. "I would let it go, but she'll only keep calling. If I pick up and tell her that I'll call her back, it might be a bit more advantageous for us."
Harry smiled softly and nodded. "Of course, anything for our advantage," he said with a wink.
Draco quickly kissed Harry's nose and turned to his side to grab his mobile. Inadvertently, he pulled the covers off Harry, exposing Harry's perfect body and hard cock. Draco groaned again. He was getting a bit too frustrated and needy about having Harry again.
"Hello," he said into the phone when Harry pulled the covers back and shielded his sexy body. Good thing, of course, Draco should not be looking at his naked lover, while he spoke on the phone with his mother.
"Draco, it's your mother."
Draco gave a short laugh. "Good morning, Mother," he said, amused.
"Are you still in bed?"
"It's Sunday, Mother."
"I know what day it is," she said, sounding offended. "We have dinner plans for tonight."
"Yes, I'm aware," Draco said, looking at Harry and rolled his eyes. Harry laughed silently at Draco's reaction.
"Why do you sound strange? Do you have company?"
Draco thought about lying, but he knew that his mother could always tell. "Yes," he said.
"What's his name?"
"Harry," Draco said, looking dead into Harry's green eyes which widened with a bit of astonishment.
"He's handsome, then."
Draco laughed again. "Mother, did you want something?" he asked, turning away from Harry again and staring at the ceiling.
"Pansy says you've been avoiding her," his mother cut to the chase, she was always good like that.
"I'm not avoiding her. I've been busy. We are meeting for drinks on Wednesday, and I don't know why she keeps calling. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until then." Before his mother could argue, Draco quickly added, "I really have to go. I'll see you tonight."
"Will you bring Harry?"
Draco sighed, annoyed. "I'm sure he's busy."
"You haven't asked."
"And I'm not going to."
"You must ask him. I have to meet this man that has my son already wrapped around his finger."
"I'm not wrapp- Fine, I'll ask him. But, I'm sure he's busy."
"Wait, before you go. Where did you meet this Harry?"
"Daphne's dinner party," Draco said, lying. Daphne didn't host dinner parties, unless one considered her bowl of crisps, and pizza with tequila shots a nutritious meal. "Goodbye, then," he added and quickly hung up. He knew she wouldn't call him back. She had enough information to investigate about Harry now. She'd busy herself with that, he was sure.
"Sorry about that," Draco said, turning his attention to Harry again. "Thanks for being okay with that." He scrunched up his nose and shrugged. At least he hoped Harry was okay with it.
"You told her about me?"
"She asked me what your name was."
"She knew you had someone in bed?"
"I don't usually sleep in, so she knew something was different. And it's been a while so I think she was hoping, rather than, assuming."
"What did she want you to ask me?"
Draco shook his head and pulled Harry closer. He started with a small kiss on Harry's jaw then started to work his way down his throat and shoulder. "We have dinner every Sunday, she asked me to invite you." Draco's reaction was nonchalant on purpose. He didn't want to freak Harry out like that. It was one thing for the bloke to know Draco had a close relationship with his mother, and another to already start inviting him to places. Especially, when Draco didn't even know Harry's full name, and he didn't know Draco's.
No matter how good it felt to have this man in his bed, this could still, very well be a one-off.
Things were just about getting started once more when Draco's mobile rang. Again. "Oh, for the love of..." he complained when Harry laughed, his body vibrating against Draco's.
"It's fine. You can answer it; I have to use the loo, anyway."
Harry pulled away from Draco and slided off the bed. He found his shorts and put them on before he left the room, and Draco watched him walk away, admiring his arse all the way.
"This better be good," Draco said into the phone.
"Do you know who you took home last night?" Daphne's voice nearly screeched through Draco's ear-drums.
"Ow," Draco said, pulling the phone away. "What the actual fuck, Daph?"
Daphne Greengrass, was a year younger than Draco, but she acted as though she were still twenty two. Not that there was anything wrong with being a party-girl, but she hadn't realised her friends were starting to get married, and old, and she possibly just needed to find some new ones. Even Astoria, who was three years younger than Daphne, was married, and with a kid.
Of course, Astoria had been swept up off her feet by Pansy when she was only twenty-one, and had never looked back. Draco never understood what she'd seen in his step-sister. Pansy was a nightmare, on a good day.
"That's Harry Potter, Draco. Harry Potter," she said, ignoring his complaints. "I saw the two of you chatting last night but I didn't know you'd actually taken him home. Your mother called me to ask about him-"
"Oh, fucking hell," Draco said, annoyed at his mother's meddling, and then the fact that Draco took home the same man he was seeking out employment from. Of course, they hadn't met yet. Draco's proposal was to be delivered at Potter and Friends, Inc. on Monday morning. "Listen, Daph. I've gotta go. Thanks for the heads up, I'll call you later, and stop talking to my mother!"
Draco hung up the phone quickly when Harry entered the room. This couldn't possibly be happening. Why was the man who was one of the hottest fucks he'd had in a long time, the same man who was going to be his boss? Bloody hell.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked, clearly sensing the tension in the room. He slid back into bed with Draco, and Draco tried to school his face.
"Potter?" was all Draco said, when Harry looked like Draco had just given him a shock.
"Yeah?" Harry said, sounding concerned. "And I still don't know your name."
"Draco," he said. The night before, Draco had only introduced himself as D, because, for the longest time, Draco had told his friends to start calling him that. In public, at least. Draco wasn't exactly a common name, like Harry, and saying Draco only led to him telling the other party he was a Malfoy. His father was still haunting him from his grave-that's what it'd always felt like, anyway. "Draco Malfoy," he added a moment later.
"Oh," Harry said, finally putting the pieces together. "Marketing Malfoy's?"
"The very same," Draco said, with disappointment. How was this going to work now? Was Draco just going to ask Harry to leave? Call him a taxi? They'd walked home from Daphne's place last night, since Draco didn't leave terribly far from her. He had no idea where Harry lived.
"You know, it's not my project," Harry said, as Draco felt him shift and realised he was taking his pants off and throwing them on the floor. Evidently, Harry had decided to stay.
"What?" Draco asked, in confusion. He put his mobile on vibrate and all but threw it on the floor where it landed with a thump on top of his clothes.
"The Weasleys run the toy division," Harry said, and removed the blankets off them. He settled himself in between Draco's legs and slid down. "Besides, this is personal, not business. Pleasure, and not business."
Before Draco could say anything else, Harry started to stroke him. "Harr-Pott-" Draco moaned and tilted his head back, meeting the headboard. "Fuck..." It didn't take him long to get hard, and then Harry was licking the head of his cock, before taking him in. This was a very bad idea, he knew it so, but then Harry had just said the words: pleasure, and not business.
-*-*-"I'm free by the way," Harry said, after he and Draco had got dressed.
Coming into Harry's mouth for the second time had been just as amazing as the first. After Harry had released his limp cock, Draco had pushed him back on the bed and got him off his with hand. Harry writhed, and moaned, and gasped in all the right ways, that Draco was willing to forget who they were for that moment. Until the silence after the high of the orgasm had become awkward, and Draco didn't know if shagging his potential employer had really been the worst decision he'd unknowingly made.
"Free for what?" Draco asked with mix of hesitation and confusion.
"Dinner tonight. If you were really asking," Harry said.
"You want...to meet...my mother?" Draco was having a hard time thinking up the words. How was he supposed to react now? Why would Harry Potter, CEO of Potter Industries, want to meet his one-off's mum? This had to be a joke. There was no way in hell this was Harry Potter. There was no way in hell, this was really happening.
"Sure," Harry said, shrugging. "I'd like to see you again."
"Mr Potter-"
"Whoa!" Harry said with his hands up in front of his chest and took a step back. He looked amused, which only aggravated Draco. "Harry. Please for the love of God, Harry. No one calls me Mr Potter. That would be my deceased father."
Draco felt a pang of guilt in his chest and he calmed down. "Harry. Now that we know who we are, I really don't think this is a good idea. I mean, I'm pitching for a job at your company tomorrow. The company you are the CEO of. And I don't think continuing to sleep together would be lucrative, or smart, or professional-"
"All good words," Harry interrupted. "But, like I said, you're meeting with the toy division. Potter and Friends, that's not my department. It only merged with Potter Industries after the Weasley twins consolidated their business with ours. They run the division. I only sit in meetings for formality purposes. I don't make any decisions."
He took a breath before continuing. Possibly because he'd seen the hesitation on Draco's face which was still there, "If your performance there is as good as it's been here..." Draco wanted to smack the smirk off his face-or kiss it-he wasn't sure. "I'm sure the Weasleys would like for you to run the campaign. What you and I do is personal, not business."
Draco still wasn't convinced.
"Of course, you want to take the time to think about it," Harry said. How he was able to read Draco's mind, Draco had no idea. "Can I still take you to breakfast?"
-*-*-Draco dressed quickly and they made their way to a little café around the corner from his place.
"How do you know Daphne?" Harry asked when they found a table after placing their orders at the counter. Harry insisted on paying and Draco couldn't stop him. He figured, not arguing with the future boss, would probably be beneficial.
"She's sort of part of my family." When Draco saw the confused look on Harry, he continued. "My sister Pansy is married to Astoria, Daphne's older sister."
"You have a sister? Is she the one you're meeting with on Wednesday?" Draco looked at him with surprise, and then he remembered that he'd spoke about Pansy to his mother on the phone earlier.
"Step sister. My mother married Mr Parkinson, Pansy's dad, a few years after my father passed. We grew up together, anyway, like brother and sister, and it was like the marriage only made the family relations more official. Except, she's always been sort of a pain in the arse and now I have to legally deal with it." He laughed. Pansy really had put him through a lot of hoops and demanded some things Draco wasn't always comfortable with.
"Where do you live?" Draco asked, purposefully changing the topic.
"Islington," Harry said, acknowledging somehow that Draco didn't really wish to discuss his family any more. If Harry knew he was a Malfoy, then he'd know his family history. "My godfather's place. I'd inherited it after his passing."
Draco nodded. He remembered he had family there once, his mother had told him. Except, they were also all dead now. He hadn't been to his cousin's house since he was maybe six. A lot could have changed in twenty-four years.
When the food arrived, it was more awkward silence. Draco concentrated on the eggs and Harry on his beans and toast. Draco didn't think he'd had this much coffee in a long time. He always drank too much coffee when he was nervous and he had quite the reason to be nervous today.
"Thanks for breakfast," Draco said to Harry as they walked towards a Taxi Station and he was getting ready to see Harry off.
"It's been a pleasure," Harry said with a wink and Draco couldn't' help but smile. Harry...definitely was something else. Draco parted his lips, trying to think of what to say to tell Harry they couldn't do this. He couldn't do this. He didn't mix business with pleasure, and he most certainly wouldn't have been able to keep it separated, either. His father had made all the wrong choices, and Draco wasn't about to do the same.
Before the words could even come out, Harry pulled Draco towards him and kissed him. A deep, rousing kiss nearly making Draco forget his own name. What was it about Harry that made Draco always toss caution to the wind, and he'd just met this man.
Fuck, you are in so much trouble, Draco Malfoy.
"I would like to see you again, but you can call the shots as you see them, Draco," Harry said, and that's when Draco realised-up until that point, Harry hadn't called him by his name. The night before, and in bed this morning, he'd moaned D. Now, Draco wanted to know what Harry sounded like with Draco on his tongue, while he sucked Harry off to orgasm.
Stop thinking about that.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the office," Draco said, with as much apathy as he could muster. It was the way he operated. He caught the disappointment in Harry's eyes before Harry quickly diverted them away.
"Very well, then," Harry said, and then he was off.
As Draco walked away, he found his mobile and called his partner. "Neville," he spoke into the receiver, "I'm going to go through the presentation again and send you the final copy tonight."
"Again?" Neville asked, and Draco heard Hannah in the background.
"Yes. I need it to be perfect," Draco said.
"It's already perfect. But you're the boss, Boss," Neville said, and hung up.
-*-*- READ CHAPTER TWO
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 2990 (this chapter)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 [Over all]
Warnings: Non-magic AU/Muggle AU. Doubtful Draco. Bottom Harry. / Things I can guarantee: Sex. Angst. Happy ending, even if it might take some time getting there.
Created for: Myself, basically, and also this chapter is loosely using the JMDC prompt: between sleeping and waking from enchanted_jae
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: This is a work in progress and I'm doing my best to finish the story off. More notes will follow as chapters continue to be published. This is inspired by the book "Gold Digger" by Alexandr Voinov and no copyright infringement or offence is intended. I've changed the story around completely with a different beginning and a different ending - trying to keep all my characters very IC with the Harry Potter universe. When I read GD, I couldn't get it out of my mind and then this story idea happened when I was on holiday and when I say inspiration -- that's really what it is. Still, if you've read GD you might find similarities. I hope you enjoy. All my thanks to my beta dracogotgame for being the best. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
ETA: as I continue writing this story - 6 months later - I'm discovering that I've totally diverged away from the original premise/inspiration for MM from GD so it's actually like, nothing like GD, anymore. But I'll keep this comment on here. x
Summary: What may have seemed like a one night stand becomes a complication when Draco foolishly mixes business with pleasure. Except Harry insists that pleasure and business are two separate things.
Draco took in the scent of yesterday's washed hair as it tickled his face. The man next to him was someone he'd met last night at Daphne's party and though lust at first sight wasn't a new thing for him, wanting to take the man home immediately, spend every waking moment of the night with him, and the desire to do it all over again, certainly was. The sex hadn't been overly venturesome since they'd both been a bit drunk, but still, feeling Harry, exploring his body, having him come in Draco's mouth was still exceptional.
Harry stirred next to him, and Draco's hand smoothed down Harry's back until it reached the curve of his back, before he caressed his arse. He felt Harry smile against his shoulder and kiss it softly.
"I take it, you remember me, then?" Draco whispered against Harry's hair that was still overpowering his senses.
Harry chuckled. "You're the gorgeous blond with Mommy issues, right?"
Draco squeezed Harry's arse in reprimand. "Haha, you're just so funny," he said. "And it wasn't Mommy issues; it was more like it's tough to find someone who can handle my mother, instead." Draco didn't know why, but he really did need to defend his mother at any chance he'd get. He had the utmost respect for the woman and couldn't handle anyone saying anything negative about her-even as a joke.
"I know," Harry said, sounding slightly serious now. He turned on his side to face Draco, and inched himself closer so Draco could still have his hold around Harry.
The fact that Harry hadn't even for a moment shown any regrets about the night before, delighted him.
"Having good family values is a turn on, believe it or not," Harry said and pressed his growing erection against Draco's thigh. This was the most bizarre conversation he'd ever had with anyone in bed. Come to think of it, this was the most conversation Draco had ever had with someone in bed, in a long time. Most of his conquests lately had been either disappointing or disappointed in the morning. They were out of the door within five minutes of waking, and if Harry wanted more, that was definitely something Draco could provide.
Draco reluctantly released Harry's arse and moved his hand, placing his index finger on Harry's chin. He averted Harry's gaze towards him, and then pressed down to kiss him. At first it was tentative, as if they were learning to explore each other's mouths again for the first time - at least sober, anyway. And as soon as the kiss deepened, Draco's mobile rang. On cue, with his luck, of course.
Draco groaned against Harry's lips and slightly pulled away. Harry gave him a look, in a way that he was asking, do you really have to? He hesitated for a moment before answering Harry. "It's my mother," and Harry gave a chuckle. "I would let it go, but she'll only keep calling. If I pick up and tell her that I'll call her back, it might be a bit more advantageous for us."
Harry smiled softly and nodded. "Of course, anything for our advantage," he said with a wink.
Draco quickly kissed Harry's nose and turned to his side to grab his mobile. Inadvertently, he pulled the covers off Harry, exposing Harry's perfect body and hard cock. Draco groaned again. He was getting a bit too frustrated and needy about having Harry again.
"Hello," he said into the phone when Harry pulled the covers back and shielded his sexy body. Good thing, of course, Draco should not be looking at his naked lover, while he spoke on the phone with his mother.
"Draco, it's your mother."
Draco gave a short laugh. "Good morning, Mother," he said, amused.
"Are you still in bed?"
"It's Sunday, Mother."
"I know what day it is," she said, sounding offended. "We have dinner plans for tonight."
"Yes, I'm aware," Draco said, looking at Harry and rolled his eyes. Harry laughed silently at Draco's reaction.
"Why do you sound strange? Do you have company?"
Draco thought about lying, but he knew that his mother could always tell. "Yes," he said.
"What's his name?"
"Harry," Draco said, looking dead into Harry's green eyes which widened with a bit of astonishment.
"He's handsome, then."
Draco laughed again. "Mother, did you want something?" he asked, turning away from Harry again and staring at the ceiling.
"Pansy says you've been avoiding her," his mother cut to the chase, she was always good like that.
"I'm not avoiding her. I've been busy. We are meeting for drinks on Wednesday, and I don't know why she keeps calling. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until then." Before his mother could argue, Draco quickly added, "I really have to go. I'll see you tonight."
"Will you bring Harry?"
Draco sighed, annoyed. "I'm sure he's busy."
"You haven't asked."
"And I'm not going to."
"You must ask him. I have to meet this man that has my son already wrapped around his finger."
"I'm not wrapp- Fine, I'll ask him. But, I'm sure he's busy."
"Wait, before you go. Where did you meet this Harry?"
"Daphne's dinner party," Draco said, lying. Daphne didn't host dinner parties, unless one considered her bowl of crisps, and pizza with tequila shots a nutritious meal. "Goodbye, then," he added and quickly hung up. He knew she wouldn't call him back. She had enough information to investigate about Harry now. She'd busy herself with that, he was sure.
"Sorry about that," Draco said, turning his attention to Harry again. "Thanks for being okay with that." He scrunched up his nose and shrugged. At least he hoped Harry was okay with it.
"You told her about me?"
"She asked me what your name was."
"She knew you had someone in bed?"
"I don't usually sleep in, so she knew something was different. And it's been a while so I think she was hoping, rather than, assuming."
"What did she want you to ask me?"
Draco shook his head and pulled Harry closer. He started with a small kiss on Harry's jaw then started to work his way down his throat and shoulder. "We have dinner every Sunday, she asked me to invite you." Draco's reaction was nonchalant on purpose. He didn't want to freak Harry out like that. It was one thing for the bloke to know Draco had a close relationship with his mother, and another to already start inviting him to places. Especially, when Draco didn't even know Harry's full name, and he didn't know Draco's.
No matter how good it felt to have this man in his bed, this could still, very well be a one-off.
Things were just about getting started once more when Draco's mobile rang. Again. "Oh, for the love of..." he complained when Harry laughed, his body vibrating against Draco's.
"It's fine. You can answer it; I have to use the loo, anyway."
Harry pulled away from Draco and slided off the bed. He found his shorts and put them on before he left the room, and Draco watched him walk away, admiring his arse all the way.
"This better be good," Draco said into the phone.
"Do you know who you took home last night?" Daphne's voice nearly screeched through Draco's ear-drums.
"Ow," Draco said, pulling the phone away. "What the actual fuck, Daph?"
Daphne Greengrass, was a year younger than Draco, but she acted as though she were still twenty two. Not that there was anything wrong with being a party-girl, but she hadn't realised her friends were starting to get married, and old, and she possibly just needed to find some new ones. Even Astoria, who was three years younger than Daphne, was married, and with a kid.
Of course, Astoria had been swept up off her feet by Pansy when she was only twenty-one, and had never looked back. Draco never understood what she'd seen in his step-sister. Pansy was a nightmare, on a good day.
"That's Harry Potter, Draco. Harry Potter," she said, ignoring his complaints. "I saw the two of you chatting last night but I didn't know you'd actually taken him home. Your mother called me to ask about him-"
"Oh, fucking hell," Draco said, annoyed at his mother's meddling, and then the fact that Draco took home the same man he was seeking out employment from. Of course, they hadn't met yet. Draco's proposal was to be delivered at Potter and Friends, Inc. on Monday morning. "Listen, Daph. I've gotta go. Thanks for the heads up, I'll call you later, and stop talking to my mother!"
Draco hung up the phone quickly when Harry entered the room. This couldn't possibly be happening. Why was the man who was one of the hottest fucks he'd had in a long time, the same man who was going to be his boss? Bloody hell.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked, clearly sensing the tension in the room. He slid back into bed with Draco, and Draco tried to school his face.
"Potter?" was all Draco said, when Harry looked like Draco had just given him a shock.
"Yeah?" Harry said, sounding concerned. "And I still don't know your name."
"Draco," he said. The night before, Draco had only introduced himself as D, because, for the longest time, Draco had told his friends to start calling him that. In public, at least. Draco wasn't exactly a common name, like Harry, and saying Draco only led to him telling the other party he was a Malfoy. His father was still haunting him from his grave-that's what it'd always felt like, anyway. "Draco Malfoy," he added a moment later.
"Oh," Harry said, finally putting the pieces together. "Marketing Malfoy's?"
"The very same," Draco said, with disappointment. How was this going to work now? Was Draco just going to ask Harry to leave? Call him a taxi? They'd walked home from Daphne's place last night, since Draco didn't leave terribly far from her. He had no idea where Harry lived.
"You know, it's not my project," Harry said, as Draco felt him shift and realised he was taking his pants off and throwing them on the floor. Evidently, Harry had decided to stay.
"What?" Draco asked, in confusion. He put his mobile on vibrate and all but threw it on the floor where it landed with a thump on top of his clothes.
"The Weasleys run the toy division," Harry said, and removed the blankets off them. He settled himself in between Draco's legs and slid down. "Besides, this is personal, not business. Pleasure, and not business."
Before Draco could say anything else, Harry started to stroke him. "Harr-Pott-" Draco moaned and tilted his head back, meeting the headboard. "Fuck..." It didn't take him long to get hard, and then Harry was licking the head of his cock, before taking him in. This was a very bad idea, he knew it so, but then Harry had just said the words: pleasure, and not business.
-*-*-"I'm free by the way," Harry said, after he and Draco had got dressed.
Coming into Harry's mouth for the second time had been just as amazing as the first. After Harry had released his limp cock, Draco had pushed him back on the bed and got him off his with hand. Harry writhed, and moaned, and gasped in all the right ways, that Draco was willing to forget who they were for that moment. Until the silence after the high of the orgasm had become awkward, and Draco didn't know if shagging his potential employer had really been the worst decision he'd unknowingly made.
"Free for what?" Draco asked with mix of hesitation and confusion.
"Dinner tonight. If you were really asking," Harry said.
"You want...to meet...my mother?" Draco was having a hard time thinking up the words. How was he supposed to react now? Why would Harry Potter, CEO of Potter Industries, want to meet his one-off's mum? This had to be a joke. There was no way in hell this was Harry Potter. There was no way in hell, this was really happening.
"Sure," Harry said, shrugging. "I'd like to see you again."
"Mr Potter-"
"Whoa!" Harry said with his hands up in front of his chest and took a step back. He looked amused, which only aggravated Draco. "Harry. Please for the love of God, Harry. No one calls me Mr Potter. That would be my deceased father."
Draco felt a pang of guilt in his chest and he calmed down. "Harry. Now that we know who we are, I really don't think this is a good idea. I mean, I'm pitching for a job at your company tomorrow. The company you are the CEO of. And I don't think continuing to sleep together would be lucrative, or smart, or professional-"
"All good words," Harry interrupted. "But, like I said, you're meeting with the toy division. Potter and Friends, that's not my department. It only merged with Potter Industries after the Weasley twins consolidated their business with ours. They run the division. I only sit in meetings for formality purposes. I don't make any decisions."
He took a breath before continuing. Possibly because he'd seen the hesitation on Draco's face which was still there, "If your performance there is as good as it's been here..." Draco wanted to smack the smirk off his face-or kiss it-he wasn't sure. "I'm sure the Weasleys would like for you to run the campaign. What you and I do is personal, not business."
Draco still wasn't convinced.
"Of course, you want to take the time to think about it," Harry said. How he was able to read Draco's mind, Draco had no idea. "Can I still take you to breakfast?"
-*-*-Draco dressed quickly and they made their way to a little café around the corner from his place.
"How do you know Daphne?" Harry asked when they found a table after placing their orders at the counter. Harry insisted on paying and Draco couldn't stop him. He figured, not arguing with the future boss, would probably be beneficial.
"She's sort of part of my family." When Draco saw the confused look on Harry, he continued. "My sister Pansy is married to Astoria, Daphne's older sister."
"You have a sister? Is she the one you're meeting with on Wednesday?" Draco looked at him with surprise, and then he remembered that he'd spoke about Pansy to his mother on the phone earlier.
"Step sister. My mother married Mr Parkinson, Pansy's dad, a few years after my father passed. We grew up together, anyway, like brother and sister, and it was like the marriage only made the family relations more official. Except, she's always been sort of a pain in the arse and now I have to legally deal with it." He laughed. Pansy really had put him through a lot of hoops and demanded some things Draco wasn't always comfortable with.
"Where do you live?" Draco asked, purposefully changing the topic.
"Islington," Harry said, acknowledging somehow that Draco didn't really wish to discuss his family any more. If Harry knew he was a Malfoy, then he'd know his family history. "My godfather's place. I'd inherited it after his passing."
Draco nodded. He remembered he had family there once, his mother had told him. Except, they were also all dead now. He hadn't been to his cousin's house since he was maybe six. A lot could have changed in twenty-four years.
When the food arrived, it was more awkward silence. Draco concentrated on the eggs and Harry on his beans and toast. Draco didn't think he'd had this much coffee in a long time. He always drank too much coffee when he was nervous and he had quite the reason to be nervous today.
"Thanks for breakfast," Draco said to Harry as they walked towards a Taxi Station and he was getting ready to see Harry off.
"It's been a pleasure," Harry said with a wink and Draco couldn't' help but smile. Harry...definitely was something else. Draco parted his lips, trying to think of what to say to tell Harry they couldn't do this. He couldn't do this. He didn't mix business with pleasure, and he most certainly wouldn't have been able to keep it separated, either. His father had made all the wrong choices, and Draco wasn't about to do the same.
Before the words could even come out, Harry pulled Draco towards him and kissed him. A deep, rousing kiss nearly making Draco forget his own name. What was it about Harry that made Draco always toss caution to the wind, and he'd just met this man.
Fuck, you are in so much trouble, Draco Malfoy.
"I would like to see you again, but you can call the shots as you see them, Draco," Harry said, and that's when Draco realised-up until that point, Harry hadn't called him by his name. The night before, and in bed this morning, he'd moaned D. Now, Draco wanted to know what Harry sounded like with Draco on his tongue, while he sucked Harry off to orgasm.
Stop thinking about that.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the office," Draco said, with as much apathy as he could muster. It was the way he operated. He caught the disappointment in Harry's eyes before Harry quickly diverted them away.
"Very well, then," Harry said, and then he was off.
As Draco walked away, he found his mobile and called his partner. "Neville," he spoke into the receiver, "I'm going to go through the presentation again and send you the final copy tonight."
"Again?" Neville asked, and Draco heard Hannah in the background.
"Yes. I need it to be perfect," Draco said.
"It's already perfect. But you're the boss, Boss," Neville said, and hung up.
-*-*- READ CHAPTER TWO