Smarmy Seduction
Title: Smarmy Seduction
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, off-screen Pansy, OC
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for micah_sometimes, who requested possessive!Harry
Summary: Draco is set to wine and dine a potential client, but Harry views the other man as a potential rival.
Draco stepped into Harry's arms and treated him to a thorough snog. "Don't wait up for me," he admonished. "I may be late."
"Why couldn't Pansy woo this particular client?" asked Harry. He was in a bit of a snit about Draco going to dinner with none other than Palmer Pemberton. Pemberton was known to be a player, and he was just as likely to be seen parading about with a man as a woman. Harry had met Pemberton at a dinner party hosted by Pansy Wood to schmooze with the clientele her marketing firm handled, and he had despised the bloke on sight.
"Pansy has two children at home, as you well know," said Draco. "Besides, it will be a feather in my cap if I can sign Pemberton over dinner tonight."
"Just make certain he doesn't try to bend you over the table," growled Harry.
Draco had the nerve to laugh. "I can take care of myself," he said, giving Harry another peck on the cheek before he breezed out of their flat.
Harry watched him go, jaw tight with anger. Despite Draco's assertions, Harry didn't trust Pemberton not to try to get into his boyfriend's pants. Someone needed to keep an eye on things at the restaurant.
~*~
Palmer Pemberton was a sleaze, and Draco found himself wishing he had never agreed to meet the man for dinner. Pemberton had gone from making sly innuendos to overtly propositioning Draco at the bar. Things only got worse once they were seated at their table. Pemberton became quite touchy-feely--resting a hand on Draco's arm, toying with Draco's hair, and even trying to play footsie under the table.
When Pemberton's drink spilled, Draco was glad of the reprieve as the man fussed with his suit jacket. Draco took advantage of the lull in the smarmy seduction to attempt steering their conversation back to marketing. Pemberton appeared to listen for all of two minutes before remarking that he would be glad to give Pansy the contract as long as Draco agreed to accompany him back to his hotel room.
The waiter delivering their soup accidentally slopped some hot broth in Pemberton's lap, causing a minor disturbance in their general vicinity. Pemberton spelled himself clean after berating the waiter while Draco took a rather large gulp of his wine to fortify himself. He deftly dodged Pemberton's renewed advances and doggedly touted Pansy's marketing skills.
Pemberton wasn't paying any attention to Draco's words. He continued undressing Draco with his eyes while fellating his silverware. It wasn't until Pemberton managed to pinch his lip in the tines of his fork that Draco began to suspect that something was afoot. No one could have such a run of bad luck unless it was being orchestrated. Draco began surreptitiously scanning the restaurant, searching for his volatile boyfriend. He didn't see Harry, but that didn't mean he wasn't there.
Only years of a rigid upbringing prevented Draco from laughing at Pemberton's misfortune as the man wrested the fork from his mouth and scowled at it. "Malfoy, is this your doing?"
"Wandless magic has never been my forte, Mr Pemberton," Draco said smoothly. "However, Mrs Wood's forte has long been-"
"I'm not interested in what that cow has to offer," Pemberton interrupted. "I'm more interested in what you have to offer, Malfoy."
Draco flinched as a hand grabbed his thigh beneath the table and began inching higher.
Pemberton's plate full of pasta flew up from the table and smacked him square in the face. The force of it caused him to fall over backward, chair and all. Gasps and shrieks abounded, a camera flashed, and Draco jumped up to help his potential client to his feet. Pemberton brushed him off.
"I don't know what trickery you're up to, Malfoy," he snarled, "but no one makes a fool of Pember Palmerton! I mean, Palton...that is...gah!" Pemberton tugged his jacket into place and stalked out of the restaurant, leaving a trail of penne pasta in his wake.
~*~
Harry winced when he heard the door slam. Obviously, Draco was in a right strop. Harry counted each stomped step until the bedroom door flew open, but he was ready.
"Surprise!" he beamed, brandishing a bottle of expensive champagne.
Draco was momentarily taken aback, but he recovered quickly. "How dare you?!" he raged. "Pansy is going to sack me for this, and don't you dare try to tell me it's not your fault!"
"Pansy sent the champagne with her regards," said Harry.
"Beg pardon?"
Harry uncorked the bottle and began to pour. "It seems all your hard work with the Chapman account paid off, and they signed a long-term deal earlier this evening. Pansy couldn't be happier."
The stiff set of Draco's shoulders eased. "Do you deny that you were at the restaurant, causing havoc with Pemberton?"
Harry's easy demeanor slipped, and his eyes flashed. "Nobody touches what's mine," he said.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Pansy may be pleased with the Chapman account, but she'll be upset with the loss of Pemberton," he said, accepting a flute of champagne.
"That's where you're wrong," Harry told him. "I've already confessed to Pansy, and she was actually quite amused. Her exact words were, 'It's high time someone put that bastard in his place.' In fact," Harry continued, "Pansy said she'd send over another bottle of champagne tomorrow, if she reads about Pemberton's comeuppance in the Prophet."
Draco couldn't help but chuckle. "You're more Slytherin than I realized," he said.
Harry indulged in a smug grin. "What can I say? You've rubbed off on me."
Perfidious Ploy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, off-screen Pansy, OC
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for micah_sometimes, who requested possessive!Harry
Summary: Draco is set to wine and dine a potential client, but Harry views the other man as a potential rival.
Draco stepped into Harry's arms and treated him to a thorough snog. "Don't wait up for me," he admonished. "I may be late."
"Why couldn't Pansy woo this particular client?" asked Harry. He was in a bit of a snit about Draco going to dinner with none other than Palmer Pemberton. Pemberton was known to be a player, and he was just as likely to be seen parading about with a man as a woman. Harry had met Pemberton at a dinner party hosted by Pansy Wood to schmooze with the clientele her marketing firm handled, and he had despised the bloke on sight.
"Pansy has two children at home, as you well know," said Draco. "Besides, it will be a feather in my cap if I can sign Pemberton over dinner tonight."
"Just make certain he doesn't try to bend you over the table," growled Harry.
Draco had the nerve to laugh. "I can take care of myself," he said, giving Harry another peck on the cheek before he breezed out of their flat.
Harry watched him go, jaw tight with anger. Despite Draco's assertions, Harry didn't trust Pemberton not to try to get into his boyfriend's pants. Someone needed to keep an eye on things at the restaurant.
~*~
Palmer Pemberton was a sleaze, and Draco found himself wishing he had never agreed to meet the man for dinner. Pemberton had gone from making sly innuendos to overtly propositioning Draco at the bar. Things only got worse once they were seated at their table. Pemberton became quite touchy-feely--resting a hand on Draco's arm, toying with Draco's hair, and even trying to play footsie under the table.
When Pemberton's drink spilled, Draco was glad of the reprieve as the man fussed with his suit jacket. Draco took advantage of the lull in the smarmy seduction to attempt steering their conversation back to marketing. Pemberton appeared to listen for all of two minutes before remarking that he would be glad to give Pansy the contract as long as Draco agreed to accompany him back to his hotel room.
The waiter delivering their soup accidentally slopped some hot broth in Pemberton's lap, causing a minor disturbance in their general vicinity. Pemberton spelled himself clean after berating the waiter while Draco took a rather large gulp of his wine to fortify himself. He deftly dodged Pemberton's renewed advances and doggedly touted Pansy's marketing skills.
Pemberton wasn't paying any attention to Draco's words. He continued undressing Draco with his eyes while fellating his silverware. It wasn't until Pemberton managed to pinch his lip in the tines of his fork that Draco began to suspect that something was afoot. No one could have such a run of bad luck unless it was being orchestrated. Draco began surreptitiously scanning the restaurant, searching for his volatile boyfriend. He didn't see Harry, but that didn't mean he wasn't there.
Only years of a rigid upbringing prevented Draco from laughing at Pemberton's misfortune as the man wrested the fork from his mouth and scowled at it. "Malfoy, is this your doing?"
"Wandless magic has never been my forte, Mr Pemberton," Draco said smoothly. "However, Mrs Wood's forte has long been-"
"I'm not interested in what that cow has to offer," Pemberton interrupted. "I'm more interested in what you have to offer, Malfoy."
Draco flinched as a hand grabbed his thigh beneath the table and began inching higher.
Pemberton's plate full of pasta flew up from the table and smacked him square in the face. The force of it caused him to fall over backward, chair and all. Gasps and shrieks abounded, a camera flashed, and Draco jumped up to help his potential client to his feet. Pemberton brushed him off.
"I don't know what trickery you're up to, Malfoy," he snarled, "but no one makes a fool of Pember Palmerton! I mean, Palton...that is...gah!" Pemberton tugged his jacket into place and stalked out of the restaurant, leaving a trail of penne pasta in his wake.
~*~
Harry winced when he heard the door slam. Obviously, Draco was in a right strop. Harry counted each stomped step until the bedroom door flew open, but he was ready.
"Surprise!" he beamed, brandishing a bottle of expensive champagne.
Draco was momentarily taken aback, but he recovered quickly. "How dare you?!" he raged. "Pansy is going to sack me for this, and don't you dare try to tell me it's not your fault!"
"Pansy sent the champagne with her regards," said Harry.
"Beg pardon?"
Harry uncorked the bottle and began to pour. "It seems all your hard work with the Chapman account paid off, and they signed a long-term deal earlier this evening. Pansy couldn't be happier."
The stiff set of Draco's shoulders eased. "Do you deny that you were at the restaurant, causing havoc with Pemberton?"
Harry's easy demeanor slipped, and his eyes flashed. "Nobody touches what's mine," he said.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Pansy may be pleased with the Chapman account, but she'll be upset with the loss of Pemberton," he said, accepting a flute of champagne.
"That's where you're wrong," Harry told him. "I've already confessed to Pansy, and she was actually quite amused. Her exact words were, 'It's high time someone put that bastard in his place.' In fact," Harry continued, "Pansy said she'd send over another bottle of champagne tomorrow, if she reads about Pemberton's comeuppance in the Prophet."
Draco couldn't help but chuckle. "You're more Slytherin than I realized," he said.
Harry indulged in a smug grin. "What can I say? You've rubbed off on me."
Perfidious Ploy