A Business Affair

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Chapter Ten: Ingenious Ideas


What did I just do? Draco thought to himself. He was back in his house, sitting on his couch and staring at the empty fireplace.

He was reliving what had just happened on the Quidditch pitch. After all that time, a whole week he had forced himself not to go to the practices where he knew Harry would be, he had made the same mistake twice.

He hated Potter and always had. He'd never found him attractive! Never!

Well... spoke up his inner voice, there was that one time...

What one time? Draco thought fervidly.

You know, way back in school, you two had a fight, it turned physical and...

No! That was nothing. I hate him! Draco retorted angrily.

He hated that Potter was having some kind of effect on him. He hated the way his body responded to the raven-haired man. He knew that Harry responded the same way and it bothered him.

He hated how he couldn't seem to control himself. He wanted to stop this all before it got out of hand. But then again, maybe not. It might be fun to mess with Harry's head a bit.

Draco sat and ruminated on that thought momentarily. He admitted that the prospect of playing around with perfect Harry Potter was very appealing. His marriage was already on the rocks...what was the harm in pushing it along? Maybe if he was lucky, it would fall off the cliffs and Draco could watch him flounder.

Draco stood up walked over to the ornate fireplace. He grabbed a handful of the powder from the bowl on the mantle and threw it into the grate. Immediately, green flames sprung up. Draco leaned down and called into the fire.

"Blaise, get your ass in here."

Draco moved back to the couch and sat down gracefully. He watched as a swirling figure appeared in the flames. Seconds later, Blaise came out of the grate, brushing soot off his clothes. He gave Draco a questioning look.

"What?" he asked. Draco gave him a withering look and indicated that he should have a seat.

Blaise sat down on the couch and waited for Draco to say something more. Draco shifted slightly and turned to face Blaise, one leg tucked underneath him.

"I have just had an ingenious idea," Draco said with a smirk.

Blaise raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Really? And what might that be?" he asked, starting to grin. He knew Draco's plans were always ingenious and cleverly disguised.

"I have discovered a certain something about a certain someone that I can use to my great advantage and our amusement."

"Who is this certain someone?" Blaise asked.

"The one and only, Harry Potter," Draco drawled, eyes glittering maliciously.

"Potter?" Blaise repeated doubtfully. He knew Hermione wouldn't like it one bit if she knew he was cavorting with Draco to make Potter's life a living hell.

"You don't have to tell the wife," Draco sneered, knowing what Blaise was thinking.

Blaise scowled at him. "She'd figure it out anyway," he said grudgingly.

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're a Slytherin, well versed in the many ways of lying. Surely you haven't forgotten?"

"Like I could forget that," Blaise replied scathingly. "It's only been five years, Draco. We're not old yet."

"And I never will be," Draco said pompously and Blaise snorted. Draco scowled at him but continued anyway. "Anyway, I figured out a way to have a little fun."

"What are your plans?"

"I've discovered that the Golden Boy has a little secret I'm not sure even he knows about yet. I intend to use it to my advantage."

"What kind of secret?"

"It seems The Chosen One likes broomsticks a little more than we thought," Draco said with a significant glance. A look of dawning comprehension appeared on Blaise's face and he smirked evilly, his old Slytherin nature coming back.

"Interesting," Blaise said, eyes glittering.

"Yes, it is," Draco agreed slyly. "How do you think the Weaselette would be if she knew her perfect little husband like shagging men?"

"Ah, but wait," Blaise interjected. "We don't even know that he does. What makes you so sure?"

"I've had some experience," Draco alluded.

"You mean, you've--"

"Nothing like that," Draco said quickly, seeing the direction Blaise was heading, "just a few run-ins." Draco shuddered at the memory.

"What's your plan then?"

"Seduce him then we'll see where that takes us," Draco said with an evil smirk.

"You're not going to shag him, are you?" Blaise asked, concerned.

"God, no," Draco said in disgust. "I hope it doesn't get that far."

"Yeah," Blaise agreed. "When are you going to start this devious plan of yours?"

"As soon as can be, my friend," Draco said, gaining his smirk back.

"Well, let me know how it goes," Blaise said, rising from the couch.

Draco didn't move but watched him go. "Alright," he said, bored.

Blaise gave him a last sly eyebrow raise before stepping back into the green flames that had sprung up from the powder he'd grabbed. He was gone in the whooshing of green flames.

Draco stretched luxuriously and leaned back on the couch. "Ah, this is going to be good."

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Harry walked stiffly back to his apartment. His erection had long since gone down, due mainly to his fervid thoughts that it was disgusting. How could he do something like that?!

He loved Ginny. He loved her, and he had married her. He didn't like guys in any way, shape, or form. No, not at all. What had happened on the pitch was entirely Malfoy's fault.

It was only out of fear that Harry's body had reacted in the way that it had; entirely out of fear. Right, fear.

Harry reached his door and took a deep breath. He let it out slowly, calming himself before he faced Ginny. He knew that if he came in mad, she would be automatically suspicious.

"Hey, I'm home!" he called as he walked through the door. He took off his jacket and hung it on the rack by the door. He toed off his shoes and walked in his socks to the kitchen.

Ginny was there, slicing some vegetables. Harry watched as she cut through the celery in one fluid motion.

"How come you don't use your wand for that?" he asked. He had always wondered about that. After two years of marriage, she still refused to use magic for cooking. She said that it had to be done by hand, or it just wasn't the same.

Ginny sighed and set down the knife. She looked up at Harry with a withering look on her face. She closed her eyes for half a second as though praying for patience.

"How was practice?" she asked finally, seeming to get herself under control.

Harry grabbed a celery stick and bit off the end. "Fine," he said while crunching away.

Ginny looked at him but then shook her head slightly, as if she was refraining from saying something. "Anything interesting happen?" she asked in the spirit of continuing the conversation.

"Uh..." Harry trailed away. Ginny gave him an odd look, and Harry quickly shoved the rest of the celery stick into his mouth.

This gave him at least a few moments to be able to lie smoothly. When he finally crunched up the last of the celery, he swallowed and answered her question.

"Yeah, Wood got really mad at Schiller and made him clean off the bludgers, without the restraints," Harry lied. Ginny appeared satisfied with his answer and returned to chopping the vegetables.

Harry sighed inwardly and reached for another piece of celery. He felt bad lying to her, but he knew he couldn't tell her any of what had happened in the last week. Besides, they'd just made their truce and he really didn't want to end it so soon.

"Well, that's too bad," Ginny said to the celery, in response to Harry.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "Well, I'm going to go read a book."

Harry waited for a response from Ginny. He received a barely visible nod which he deemed enough. Obviously, she wasn't happy about something, but he wouldn't be the one to bring it up.

He walked into their bedroom and flopped down on the bed, grabbing a random book of the shelf near the bed. He tried to read but couldn't concentrate properly.

Eventually, he threw down the book and lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what to do. The logical thing was to ignore Malfoy completely, but that didn't seem to be working quite so well.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. Analyzing wouldn't help anything. After a time, Harry felt the bed depress.

He opened his eyes and saw Ginny crawling onto the bed. She moved over him and kissed him softly. When she pulled away, she smiled at him and snuggled in next to him. Harry absentmindedly pulled her closer, wondering to himself why it felt so wrong all of a sudden.

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"Harry, I need to talk to you."

Harry sighed, knowing no good could come from this. He followed Wood out of the locker rooms and stood, waiting.

Wood fidgeted slightly as if he didn't know how to tell Harry whatever it was. "Harry, are you okay?" he asked finally, facing Harry.

Harry was slightly taken aback. It hadn't been what he'd been expecting. "What do you mean?" he asked, confused. Wood sighed, making it seem as if this was what he'd been expecting. Harry furrowed his eyebrows at him.

"It's just, you've seemed distracted lately, and I don't want Malfoy to fire you. The team needs you," Wood said desperately.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. "Oliver, you heard him," he said calmly. "He can't fire me."

"He can't, but that doesn't mean he might not want to," Wood said seriously.

"Don't worry about it," Harry said comfortingly. "I'll handle Malfoy." He said the last part in bitterness.

Wood gave him an uncertain look, but appeared appeased. "Alright, just try to pay attention. Don't get hit by a Bludger."

Harry laughed and slapped Wood on the back. Wood managed a small smile and walked with Harry back to the changing rooms. The rest of the team was there, waiting for them.

Wood smiled at the team and opened his mouth to speak. He never got that far as the door was thrown open and Draco strode inside.

He surveyed the room momentarily. His eyes lingered on Harry for half a second. Harry scowled and looked away. Draco smirked slightly but wiped it from his face moments later as he faced Wood.

"Fly well today. I'll be watching," he said in a cryptic manner. Then he turned and left the room.

The team was left speechless. Even Wood couldn't manage to find anything to say. In the end, he shrugged and motioned for the team to follow him outside. They did so, if not a little unwillingly.

Harry could see Draco seated in the stands. Harry wished violently that he would just leave him alone. He knew that was impossible though. In all the years Harry had ever known him, Draco had never missed an opportunity to degrade him.

Harry mounted his broom and took off. The wind whooshed through his hair, leaving it even wilder and messier than it had been before. He'd never managed to learn how to control it, despite Hermione's prodding’s.

Harry flew around the stadium, almost forgetting Draco's presence. That is, until he glanced down and saw the blond hair shining in the sun. Harry groaned to himself. It was lost in the wind however as he whistled past the goal posts.

Four hours later, Harry landed on the grass, exhausted and sweaty. Wood had forced them to use some of their best moves in practice. The rest of the team landed around him, waiting for Wood to dismiss them.

Wood glanced over at Draco, who hadn't quitted the stands yet, and back to his team.

"Well, I guess you can go," he said, sounding unsure. The team disbanded and walked back to the locker rooms, muttering to themselves. Harry stopped at the door and looked back to the field.

Draco had come down and was talking to Wood. From Harry's point of view, it looked serious. Wood nodded to Draco and walked away. Harry watched Wood walk off the field in the opposite direction. He had half a mind to go after him, but he really needed to shower.

Harry sighed and watched the place where Wood had left through for several minutes. He heard people leaving from inside the locker room. He knew he needed to get going. Ginny would start to wonder where he was soon.

He turned to go back in the locker room and found it barred by none other than Draco Malfoy. He sighed in annoyance. "Malfoy," he said angrily. "Move."

Draco pushed himself off the door frame and looked directly at Harry, staring into his emerald green eyes. "Go ahead," he said, moving aside to let Harry by. Harry looked at him suspiciously before slipping past him as fast as he could. Draco smirked and followed him in.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry asked, noticing that he had come in after him.

"Can't the owner inspect his own facilities?" Draco asked innocently.

Harry scowled at him. "Not when the owner is you," he replied snidely.

Draco smirked at Harry's wit. "Looks like school wasn't wasted on you after all," he drawled and Harry scowled.

"Fuck off," Harry snarled. He grabbed a towel and started to walk toward the showers.

"No," Draco said quietly.

Harry stopped and turned around. He couldn't believe how hard Draco had to make everything. "Fuck, Malfoy. Just leave me alone!"

Draco sauntered slowly towards Harry, and Harry's eyes widened in fear. He backed up until he hit the cold stone wall of the building. Draco stood about a foot away, clearly enjoying the terror in Harry's eyes.

He lifted his hands and placed one on either side of Harry, boxing him in. "Now, Potter, you know you don't want me to do that," he said, pouting. He smirked a second later, though, and it ruined the effect.

Harry didn't really notice, though. He was too preoccupied with Draco's closeness. All he could think was that here he was... again. And he couldn't get out of the situation. He swallowed hard, his nerves growing taut.

Draco quirked an eyebrow and moved his body close, pressing it flush against Harry's. Harry gasped involuntarily as he realized that he was hard and Draco was too. Draco shifted slightly and Harry squeezed his eyes shut.

"Shit," he cursed quietly to himself. He was stuck with no where to go and a hard-on. How much worse could this get? When he opened his eyes, Draco was still smirking at him, though he was much closer than Harry remembered.

Draco could see the lust in Harry's darkened eyes, although Harry would have adamantly denied that. He found that he liked this position. The former Gryffindor was powerless against him.

He pushed his erection into Harry's with a little more force, enjoying the way Harry gasped. He could tell that Harry was working up the courage to tell him to fuck off again. Draco decided to move ahead.

He leaned in as though in slow motion and kissed Harry slowly. Harry was frozen for a moment. His brain screamed that this was wrong, but his mouth wasn't listening. It opened slightly, allowing Draco to slip his tongue in and taste all that was Harry.

Harry's hands, on their own accord, moved up to Draco's sides, running up and down his torso. Draco deepened the kiss, moving one of his hands to tangle in Harry's hair. Harry moaned slightly as Draco's tongue caressed his mouth.

Draco pulled away with a final nip to Harry's bottom lip and smirked in a self satisfied way. Harry looked dazed and confused. With a final peck, Draco stepped back from the stunned boy.

"Aren't you glad I didn't leave?" he asked. He turned and walked from the room then, leaving Harry leaning helplessly against the wall.


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A/N: please review! :)