The Ruby Ruse
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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7,140
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42
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The Ruby Ruse
Title: The Ruby Ruse
Author: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Email: never_tempt@yahoo.com
Website:
Permission to archive: Please ask first
Fandom(s): HP
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairing/Characters: HP/DM
Rating: FRAO NC-17
Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happens when they figure out who really ran up the bills and what happens between them?
Warnings: M/M, humour, sexual content, language.
Notes: Any similarities to a name of an establishment in here is unintentional
Acknowledgments: Beta’d by a Fiend (that’s friend without the “r”). Thanks, fiend.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 1
The persistent knocking on his door was interrupting his much-needed sleep. He’d just gotten home during the wee hours of the morning, actually before dawn, and he had looked around his home in disgust. He had at least 3 hours of tiring cleaning, even with the house elves help, before he could think of rest. He would take care of the cause of this, after sleep, or he was sure someone would wind up dead and he’d be in a dreadful little cell in Azkaban and not have the “creature comforts of home”.
Rolling off his opulent four poster featherbed, Harry Potter grabbed his robe, swinging it on as he made his way down the spiral staircase, grumbling the whole way while rubbing “sleep” out of his eyes. Grimacing as his bare feet hit the cold green Italian marble in the foyer, he waved his hand to open the door. Growling at the interloper at his door, his eyes snapped open when he heard an appreciative whistle directed at him. Waking up fully, he pulled his short kimono length robe around his broad chest and lean waist, making sure to tie it more snuggly around himself. His eyes roved over the visage in front of him.
It may have been years since he had last seen the Adonis, but the years had only enhanced the natural beauty, and made Harry think back to his younger days when he would not have passed the time of day with the git. Looking at him now, he realized what he had let get away with the help of his friends’ opinions. Those didn’t matter to him now. He was still irritated at the rude wake up, though.
“Draco Malfoy, you better have one damn good reason for disturbing a man that has been flying for the last 36 hours, cleaning for 3 and getting into bed to finally sleep only,” Harry stopped to look at the grandfather clock, “2 and a half miserable freaking hours ago.” Harry was feeling just a little testy and would never hesitate showing it; he didn’t care who was the culprit.
Draco smirked at him. He knew he had faced worse situations before, including Muggle firearms in his position as the head of the Debtor Reimbursement and Acquisition Bureau, DRAB for short. He was conversant with Potter’s personality and abilities, but didn’t fear him; he knew Potter was fair. What he couldn’t understand was why Harry had let things get so out of hand that his department had been called in. Bracing himself after another lustful glance at the barely covered chest, he began his ingrained speech.
“Mr. Harry J. Potter, it has been brought to the attention of the Debtor Reimbursement and Acquisition Bureau that you have become severely delinquent in fulfillment of promised monetary compensations for certain personal and hygienic materials. The injured party has requested that we seek restitution from you immediately before they are forced to take their claims to the courts before Gringott’s and attach your savings or more drastic measures. Are you prepared to fulfill those requirements at this time in the form of our currency, Gringott’s notes or even the Wizarding Financial Bank Card? It will come to a total of 135 galleons, 84 sickles and 73 knuts*.
Harry shook his head and moved back into the foyer. Turning, he started walking towards his office. Realizing the wards were in place, he turned to look at Draco. “Come in Malfoy. We will discuss this in my office.” Harry started walking away and heard the blond’s shoes on his marble. Stopping fast, he didn’t even spin around. “Malfoy, you will take those shoes off on my Italian marble and remember to wipe them first. Try to keep up and don’t touch anything.” Harry stalked off down the halls, not stopping until he heard the hissing and then the “Ehhhh”.
“I told you not to touch anything. When will you learn, prat, there are rules that apply to you too? You do know that not only is that particular snake deadly to man, but they hunt ferrets too?” Harry hissed in Parseltongue and the snake hissed back, swaying just a bit as it retained eye contact with the scared blond. Harry hissed again and the snake backed down, retreating to its guard post, while still tasting the air around his area and hissing occasionally, as Malfoy stood rigid in fright. Harry reached over and grabbed him, pulling him away from the snake. “Malfoy, I hope you’ve learned. Now come on, let’s get this settled. I want to get to bed.”
At the word ‘bed’ Draco’s attention was immediately diverted back to Harry. He glided along the marble flooring, amazed as it blended from green in the foyer to an ear shell pink in the hallway and finally a soothing gray in Harry’s office. He looked around the office as Harry escorted him to a rather comfortable looking chair in front of his desk. Harry, without conscious thought, propped his arse on the edge of his desk and let his exposed bare leg dangle in plain view. Draco stared at the leg and watched as it swung back and forth and the hem of the robe sneaked up the well-toned and tanned thigh. Draco swiped his tongue across his lips and willed himself to calm down and concentrate on the task at hand.
“Mr. Potter, the firm of The Mane Stain has commissioned my department to exhaust all possibilities in collecting on the debt you have incurred with them during the last four months. As I stated the amount earlier, that is their portion, my department will have to add on our collection fees as well. Now, how would you like to pay for this?”
Harry looked at him and blinked his emerald eyes. “Malfoy, it may have eluded your attention if you have become paid muscle, but I have never heard of that place, nor do I remember commissioning any painting done in my absence. I’ve been out of here for the last 5 and a half months on tour with my Quidditch team except for about 3 days when I was home for about 4 hours each day. What am I supposed to have bought? I would like to see some descriptions, and invoices with dates and signatures, before I agree to settle this matter.”
Draco looked at him with a new respect. The boy had grown into a shrewd man. Opening the attaché case he carried with him, he extracted the document Harry requested. “As you can see, Mr. Potter, it was not for traditional paint.” Draco looked around the room and sarcastically whispered, “Thank the goddess”. Clearing his throat he began again. “The Mane Stain is a Styling Salon specializing in hard to match or create hues. Please look those over carefully. All indications point to the colouring being delivered here and signed for by someone residing here. Do you recognize the date as one of those you were here, or do you recognize the signature?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. Malfoy had brought up some good points. Looking the papers over, Harry stopped and thought back to his schedule. Each of the deliveries had been made the day before he had come home. He looked at the signature again. “Malfoy, use your wand and an authentication spell on the signature. It is not mine, and now I’m curious who is using my name.”
Draco’s eyebrow arched higher as his lip curled in disdain. A case of forgery was not going to ruin his record for collections. He would just discover who did it and then would go after them. He had thought to do this himself before, but knew it wasn’t permissible unless the accused party authorized it. Pulling out his wand, he cast the spell on the paper and both men waited while it took effect. To their surprise, a cloud developed over the parchments and produced a name. Their surprise was at the name revealed.
*Conversion thanks to HP Lexicon US $ 1026.85, UK pounds 700.45 and EU 1003.04 http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizworld/galleons.html
Author: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Email: never_tempt@yahoo.com
Website:
Permission to archive: Please ask first
Fandom(s): HP
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairing/Characters: HP/DM
Rating: FRAO NC-17
Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happens when they figure out who really ran up the bills and what happens between them?
Warnings: M/M, humour, sexual content, language.
Notes: Any similarities to a name of an establishment in here is unintentional
Acknowledgments: Beta’d by a Fiend (that’s friend without the “r”). Thanks, fiend.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 1
The persistent knocking on his door was interrupting his much-needed sleep. He’d just gotten home during the wee hours of the morning, actually before dawn, and he had looked around his home in disgust. He had at least 3 hours of tiring cleaning, even with the house elves help, before he could think of rest. He would take care of the cause of this, after sleep, or he was sure someone would wind up dead and he’d be in a dreadful little cell in Azkaban and not have the “creature comforts of home”.
Rolling off his opulent four poster featherbed, Harry Potter grabbed his robe, swinging it on as he made his way down the spiral staircase, grumbling the whole way while rubbing “sleep” out of his eyes. Grimacing as his bare feet hit the cold green Italian marble in the foyer, he waved his hand to open the door. Growling at the interloper at his door, his eyes snapped open when he heard an appreciative whistle directed at him. Waking up fully, he pulled his short kimono length robe around his broad chest and lean waist, making sure to tie it more snuggly around himself. His eyes roved over the visage in front of him.
It may have been years since he had last seen the Adonis, but the years had only enhanced the natural beauty, and made Harry think back to his younger days when he would not have passed the time of day with the git. Looking at him now, he realized what he had let get away with the help of his friends’ opinions. Those didn’t matter to him now. He was still irritated at the rude wake up, though.
“Draco Malfoy, you better have one damn good reason for disturbing a man that has been flying for the last 36 hours, cleaning for 3 and getting into bed to finally sleep only,” Harry stopped to look at the grandfather clock, “2 and a half miserable freaking hours ago.” Harry was feeling just a little testy and would never hesitate showing it; he didn’t care who was the culprit.
Draco smirked at him. He knew he had faced worse situations before, including Muggle firearms in his position as the head of the Debtor Reimbursement and Acquisition Bureau, DRAB for short. He was conversant with Potter’s personality and abilities, but didn’t fear him; he knew Potter was fair. What he couldn’t understand was why Harry had let things get so out of hand that his department had been called in. Bracing himself after another lustful glance at the barely covered chest, he began his ingrained speech.
“Mr. Harry J. Potter, it has been brought to the attention of the Debtor Reimbursement and Acquisition Bureau that you have become severely delinquent in fulfillment of promised monetary compensations for certain personal and hygienic materials. The injured party has requested that we seek restitution from you immediately before they are forced to take their claims to the courts before Gringott’s and attach your savings or more drastic measures. Are you prepared to fulfill those requirements at this time in the form of our currency, Gringott’s notes or even the Wizarding Financial Bank Card? It will come to a total of 135 galleons, 84 sickles and 73 knuts*.
Harry shook his head and moved back into the foyer. Turning, he started walking towards his office. Realizing the wards were in place, he turned to look at Draco. “Come in Malfoy. We will discuss this in my office.” Harry started walking away and heard the blond’s shoes on his marble. Stopping fast, he didn’t even spin around. “Malfoy, you will take those shoes off on my Italian marble and remember to wipe them first. Try to keep up and don’t touch anything.” Harry stalked off down the halls, not stopping until he heard the hissing and then the “Ehhhh”.
“I told you not to touch anything. When will you learn, prat, there are rules that apply to you too? You do know that not only is that particular snake deadly to man, but they hunt ferrets too?” Harry hissed in Parseltongue and the snake hissed back, swaying just a bit as it retained eye contact with the scared blond. Harry hissed again and the snake backed down, retreating to its guard post, while still tasting the air around his area and hissing occasionally, as Malfoy stood rigid in fright. Harry reached over and grabbed him, pulling him away from the snake. “Malfoy, I hope you’ve learned. Now come on, let’s get this settled. I want to get to bed.”
At the word ‘bed’ Draco’s attention was immediately diverted back to Harry. He glided along the marble flooring, amazed as it blended from green in the foyer to an ear shell pink in the hallway and finally a soothing gray in Harry’s office. He looked around the office as Harry escorted him to a rather comfortable looking chair in front of his desk. Harry, without conscious thought, propped his arse on the edge of his desk and let his exposed bare leg dangle in plain view. Draco stared at the leg and watched as it swung back and forth and the hem of the robe sneaked up the well-toned and tanned thigh. Draco swiped his tongue across his lips and willed himself to calm down and concentrate on the task at hand.
“Mr. Potter, the firm of The Mane Stain has commissioned my department to exhaust all possibilities in collecting on the debt you have incurred with them during the last four months. As I stated the amount earlier, that is their portion, my department will have to add on our collection fees as well. Now, how would you like to pay for this?”
Harry looked at him and blinked his emerald eyes. “Malfoy, it may have eluded your attention if you have become paid muscle, but I have never heard of that place, nor do I remember commissioning any painting done in my absence. I’ve been out of here for the last 5 and a half months on tour with my Quidditch team except for about 3 days when I was home for about 4 hours each day. What am I supposed to have bought? I would like to see some descriptions, and invoices with dates and signatures, before I agree to settle this matter.”
Draco looked at him with a new respect. The boy had grown into a shrewd man. Opening the attaché case he carried with him, he extracted the document Harry requested. “As you can see, Mr. Potter, it was not for traditional paint.” Draco looked around the room and sarcastically whispered, “Thank the goddess”. Clearing his throat he began again. “The Mane Stain is a Styling Salon specializing in hard to match or create hues. Please look those over carefully. All indications point to the colouring being delivered here and signed for by someone residing here. Do you recognize the date as one of those you were here, or do you recognize the signature?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. Malfoy had brought up some good points. Looking the papers over, Harry stopped and thought back to his schedule. Each of the deliveries had been made the day before he had come home. He looked at the signature again. “Malfoy, use your wand and an authentication spell on the signature. It is not mine, and now I’m curious who is using my name.”
Draco’s eyebrow arched higher as his lip curled in disdain. A case of forgery was not going to ruin his record for collections. He would just discover who did it and then would go after them. He had thought to do this himself before, but knew it wasn’t permissible unless the accused party authorized it. Pulling out his wand, he cast the spell on the paper and both men waited while it took effect. To their surprise, a cloud developed over the parchments and produced a name. Their surprise was at the name revealed.
*Conversion thanks to HP Lexicon US $ 1026.85, UK pounds 700.45 and EU 1003.04 http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizworld/galleons.html