A Business Affair

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Chapter Eleven: Shower Secrets


What the hell is wrong with me?! Harry thought desperately. He was sitting hunched over on one of the benches in the changing room. It had been half an hour since Draco had left.

Harry rubbed his face vigorously, as though trying to wipe away the kiss. It wouldn't leave though.

The feeling of Draco's soft lips on his lingered. He could still feel Draco's silky tongue invading his senses, driving him crazy; his hands in his hair, tugging and pulling. Harry groaned and rested his head on his knees.

Why did I react?! Harry wondered. He cursed his body for responding to Draco.

It's only because Ginny and I haven't been together in a couple months, Harry told himself carefully. That was it, just his hormones, something he couldn't control.

I should be able to control them though! Harry thought adamantly. He'd never had a problem in school with controlling his feelings. Harry knew that what he was feeling was wrong.

For one, he hated Malfoy! He always had and always would. For two, he wasn't gay! He'd never in his life been attracted to a male. That party where Seamus had kissed him, it hadn't meant anything. And for three, he was married to Ginny for Merlin's sake!

I love Ginny! he asserted to himself.

Harry groaned to himself and rubbed his face vigorously. He needed to stop thinking about this. It wasn't going to help any.

"Harry?"

Harry's head snapped up at the voice. Wood was standing in the doorway, looking tired and careworn.

Harry stood up quickly. "Oliver, what are you doing here?" he asked.

To his surprise, Wood sighed and came in and sat down on the bench next to Harry. Harry sat back down, looking at him curiously.

"I have some bad news," Wood said, sounding depressed.

Harry cocked his head to the side, knowing it had to be bad if Wood was acting like this. "What is it?" he asked cautiously.

"Malfoy wants me to fire Sarah and Andi. I knew they weren't doing that great, but I was trying to give them time," Wood said sadly.

"But..." Harry said. He couldn't find anything to say. Sarah and Andi were two of their Chasers. Granted, they hadn't been flying so well lately, but still.

Wood sighed again and stared at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Oliver," Harry said sympathetically. "Malfoy's just a git."

"No," Wood said slowly. "He's right, unfortunately. I'll have to do it soon."

Harry didn't say anything. He patted Wood comfortingly on the shoulder then sat quietly for a while.

Eventually, Wood looked up at him. "Why are you here, Harry? Shouldn't you be getting home?"

"Uh..." Harry said. He couldn't tell Wood what was going on between him and Malfoy. He also didn't want to admit his current marriage problems with Ginny. "Yeah, I better be going," he said, standing up from the bench. Wood rose with him and walked out of the room to the apparition point.

Before Harry disappeared, he turned to Wood. "Don't worry, we'll find some good replacements."

"Yeah," Wood sighed. "You're probably right."

Harry smiled at him and then Apparated away. Wood turned and walked dejectedly back to the changing rooms.

***

"Pansy! Take down the fucking wards!"

"Oh, shit!"

"What do we do?"

"Get out, now!"

"But the wards..."

"Then go out the back!"

"But I don't--"

"Go, now!"

"Pansy! Open the fucking door!"

"Hold on, Draco!"

Pansy scrambled around, grabbing a shirt and throwing it on. She watched as the back door swung shut and she let out the breath she'd been holding. She walked to the front door and opened it calmly.

Draco stood on the front porch, looking to be in a very foul mood. Pansy rolled her eyes as he stormed past her and into the house.

"Why do you find this necessary, Draco?" she asked in annoyance, following him into the living room.

Draco was looking around the living room. He walked over to a chair and picked up a pair of discarded men's boxers. "Having a little fun, were we?"

Pansy strode over and snatched away the undergarments. "Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean you should take your frustrations out on me," she said snidely. She tossed the boxers into her bedroom and shut the door.

Draco huffed dramatically and sat down on the couch.

Pansy rolled her eyes and accompanied him. "So what is it now?" she asked.

"Potter," Draco said grudgingly.

"Again?" Pansy asked in exasperation.

"Yes, again," Draco said angrily.

"What did he do this time?"

"It wasn't something he did."

"You mean, you did something wrong?" Pansy asked incredulously.

"I didn't say that," Draco said scathingly, narrowing his eyes.

"Right," Pansy said quickly, correcting herself.

"Right," Draco agreed warningly. "Anyway, so I thought I would have a little fun with Potter."

"Fun? How do you mean, fun?" Pansy asked cautiously.

"Just a little basic manipulation, nothing too complicated," Draco drawled, clearly pleased with himself.

"What is your plan then?" Pansy asked, interested. She could see where this would end up if Draco wasn't stupid enough to mess it up.

"I'm going to bring out a side he never knew he had, expose him to the Weaselette and watch him flounder."

"How are you going to do this?" Pansy asked.

"That would be the downside of the plan," Draco said darkly.

"And it is...?" Sshe pressed.

"I have to seduce him," Draco said with a shudder.

Pansy couldn't help it as she began to laugh at the irony of it all.

Draco glared at her as she dissolved into laughter. "Do you mind?" he asked snidely.

Pansy continued to laugh for some time until she was finally able to gather herself together. She sat, gasping for breath, trying to calm down. "Well," she choked out finally. "That shouldn't be a problem for you."

"It's not a problem, it's just disgusting," Draco said.

Pansy snapped her mouth shut trying to keep in the laughter that was threatening once more. "You can do it, Draco," she said reassuringly.

Draco eyed her suspiciously but apparently decided she was being sincere. "I guess I can," he said grudgingly.

"I'm sure you will."

***

Harry walked into his apartment and took off his jacket. It had been getting colder lately. The wind was starting to become bitter and angry. It whipped through the streets, blowing everything everywhere. Soon the snow would come and all would turn to the usual winter wonderland.

For now though, it was only just November. Harry slipped off his shoes and padded in his socks into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He took it out to the living room and sat down on the couch.

He grabbed one of the magazines (Quidditch Weekly) that was sitting on the coffee table and leafed through it. He set the cold bottle down on the wooden table and set his feet up.

He became engrossed in an article about the new broom models and didn't notice the front door opening and the tell tale signs of someone coming in. He didn't notice as Ginny walked further into the living room. He didn't notice when she stopped and placed her hands on her hips, or when she stood watching him for at least five minutes.

Ginny waited for Harry to realize, wondering exactly how long it would take him. Finally, after about five minutes, Harry looked up from the magazine. He nearly jumped when he saw her. He quickly removed his feet from the table and smiled at her nervously.

"Harry," Ginny said dangerously.

Oh no, Harry thought automatically.

"How long has that bottle been sitting there?" she asked, indicating the bottle of water that was no longer cold.

Harry realized far too late that it was not sitting on one of the many coasters Ginny had bought. "Not that long," he lied, picking it up quickly and moving to a designated coaster. Ginny seemed to be contemplating whether or not to push the issue. To Harry's great relief, she remained silent and disappeared into the bed room.

She came out a second later though, her eyes flashing. She glared at Harry from behind his head. "Harry," she said in a voice of forced calm.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, completely unaware.

"What is that in our room?" she asked, trying to control her temper.

"What?" he asked, turning around to look at her.

Her eyes flashed with fire. "That eyesore," she growled.

"What eyesore?" Harry asked, beginning to get defensive.

She huffed and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the room and pointing at a large poster. "That!"

"It's just Quidditch," Harry said. It was indeed Quidditch; a large poster containing pictures of Harry's team. They were all in the matching blue and silver uniforms, zooming around the poster.

"Why is it in here?!" Ginny demanded.

Harry was taken aback. "Why wouldn't it be?" he asked.

"It's a bedroom. You don't put these in bedrooms, or in any room for that matter. It's a huge eyesore!"

"It's my team!" Harry exclaimed indignantly.

"I know, but it doesn't belong here."

"It's my house too!" Harry yelled. "You can't tell me what I can and can't put up!"

"Harry, I am your wife, and you will listen to me!"

"No!" Harry exclaimed. "This is supposed to be a compromise, and I don't see any, Ginny. Where is it?"

Ginny huffed angrily, glaring at Harry. Harry glared right back, unwilling to give in this time.

"Fine, Harry. But that is coming down, no matter what."

"Go ahead and try," Harry said scathingly. He turned on his heel and strode from the room.

***

Over the next few days, Ginny tried fruitlessly to take down the poster, but Harry was just a tiny but smarter than her and had taken a leaf out of Sirius' mother's book. He had put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back that only he could remove.

Ginny glared at him whenever she caught sight of the poster peeking out from the room. Harry did nothing, said nothing. He wasn't about to give in. He was incredibly angry at her for her lack of caring. She didn't seem to care about his feelings at all.

The next Monday came and Harry went off to work. Ginny watched him through narrowed eyes clearly still angry. Harry just ignored her as he'd done for the past few days.

When he arrived at work, he found the team short two players. Sarah and Andi were absent. Wood looked dejected and didn't have his usual enthusiasm today. He just shrugged at the team and led them out to the field for practice.

The practice went okay. The team was in a dull mood. It went slowly and tediously. They were all glad when it was over. Wood led them all to the showers then retreated to his office.

Harry watched as Wood opened the door and walked inside dejectedly. He wished there was something he could do. Harry turned back and went to take a shower.

He stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was in no hurry to return home today and face Ginny again, so he took the longest shower possible. He heard the other members finishing up and leaving. Soon, he was the only occupant left.

Draco stood just outside the door of the locker rooms. He watched as everyone except Harry left the room. Even Wood came out before him. Draco was somewhat hidden as he watched them all leave. Once the last person was out of sight, he crept into the room.

He looked around carefully and saw Harry's gear lying near his locker. Draco smirked to himself and continued on to the showers. He heard the water in the end one and made his way to it.

There stood Harry in all his glory. Draco was shocked for a moment. His eyes traveled over Harry's glistening body. The water cascaded over his taut Quidditch muscles, his golden tanned body, and his perfect ass.

Harry was completely unaware that Draco was standing only feet away, gaping at his body. Draco shook himself mentally. He moved quietly and stripped off his shirt. He left his jeans on, though, and stood in the doorway of the shower.

Harry turned around and his eyes shot wide open.

"Malfoy!"


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A/N: The next 2 chapters are almost my favorite in the entire fic I think. Review and we shall see them soon! :) Mondays ;)