A Business Affair
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
41,503
Reviews:
477
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Evident Trust
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Quick A/N: I made a diagram of Harry and Ginny's flat. To see it, go here: http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f69/roxierose13/house1.jpg
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Chapter Two: Evident Trust
"Harry, did you get the milk?" Ginny repeated slowly, emerging from the kitchen. She stood in the doorway, watching Harry carefully through narrowed eyes. She had grown into a very pretty woman with long, thick hair. It was no longer a brazen red but more of a softened ginger color.
As of now, her almond-colored eyes were narrowed in suspicion as she surveyed her husband. Harry fidgeted slightly under her gaze, knowing he was in trouble.
"Um... I got distracted," Harry said slowly.
"Distracted?" Ginny repeated, with a raised eyebrow. "What could have possibly distracted you from the simple task of buying one thing at the store?"
Harry tried to come up with an excuse. He couldn't very well tell her that he'd been contemplating the state of their relationship.
"I...um..." Harry said, stalling for time.
While he was doing this, Ginny moved closer, like a cat stalking its prey. She sniffed the air quickly and Harry stopped trying to think of a response.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked dangerously.
"It was only one!" Harry exclaimed.
"One is bad enough. You shouldn't be drinking at all!"
"Why are you telling me what to do?!" Harry yelled.
"Because I am your wife! If I tell you to buy milk, you buy milk! If I say you shouldn't drink, you don't!"
"I thought marriage was supposed to be a compromise!" Harry said.
"Yeah, when you do what I want!" Ginny yelled.
Harry stopped and stared at her in amazement. He couldn't think what had made him fall in love with her at the moment.
"Do you hear what you're saying?" he asked incredulously. Ginny paused and Harry could see her thinking it through.
"I--You're right, Harry. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me," she said finally. Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you understand," he said quietly. Ginny nodded mutely and went back into the kitchen. Harry shook his head and sat down on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table.
"Get your feet off the table!" Ginny called from the kitchen. Harry took them off, scowling. He sat on the couch, still scowling and staring into the fire when a head popped up in the flames. Harry was startled and nearly fell off the couch.
He quickly gathered himself and knelt down by the fire.
"Hey Oliver, how's everything?" Harry asked. Oliver Wood's head was floating in the middle of the green flames. He had a serious look on his face as he looked at Harry.
"Harry, there's something I really need you to do," he said gravely. Harry was a bit surprised.
"What's that?"
"I need you to be on time to practice tomorrow," Oliver said.
"I'm always on time," Harry said good-naturedly. Oliver just rolled his eyes.
"We both know that's not true. But listen, tomorrow, the new owner is coming out to view the team. I really need it to go well, and you have to be there!"
Harry rolled his eyes at that. Oliver was the team's coach and hadn't lost any of his previous enthusiasm or worry.
"I'll be there," Harry said and Oliver looked unsure. "I promise."
"You better," Oliver said with a worried look. Harry just shook his head and smiled encouragingly.
"Don't worry. I'm sure the new owner can't be that bad."
"Well, we'll see tomorrow," Oliver said, frowning.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright," Oliver said reluctantly as though he didn't trust Harry's word. But with a pop, his head vanished from the fire. Harry sat back on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He wasn't particularly worried about the new owner. Whoever it was would probably be so taken with him that it wouldn't matter if he was on time or not.
Harry hated to admit it, but sometimes it was just easiest to play up the "Hero of the Wizarding World" role that he'd been labeled. He found things just came easier when he did that.
"Who was that?" Ginny asked, coming in carrying a tray of cookies. She set them down on the table and Harry took one.
"It was Wood," Harry said through a mouthful of cookie. Ginny rolled her eyes at him but seemed to be trying to restrain herself.
"What did he want?"
"Um, something about me being on time," Harry said, reaching for another cookie.
"Harry," Ginny sighed. "You really should try to be on time."
"I do try! I just get distracted," Harry said.
"Right," Ginny muttered under her breath. She left Harry alone with the cookies and went into the bedroom. He watched her go and sighed again. He didn't know what was wrong with the relationship. Everything had been going well up until recently.
Harry just didn't understand. Ron was no help there. She was his sister so it was very unlikely he could ask him anything personal about her. Hermione might be a good answer, but she was so busy with her job and her son.
Harry sighed, wishing he knew what was wrong so he could fix it.
***
"Draco, stop fussing."
"I am not fussing."
"Really? Then what do you call having the house-elves bring out every outfit you own so you can choose the perfect one?"
"Professionalism."
Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes as her husband went desperately through the clothes lain out on the bed. Pansy stood up and came up behind him, hugging his middle and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Draco, it's going to be fine," she said calmly. At these words, Draco turned around and stared at Pansy.
"How can you be so nice to me?" he asked incredulously. "We're getting a divorce. Aren't you at least a little upset?"
"Well, I was, but I've thought about it."
"And?" Draco prompted as she stopped.
"And I realize that this was a stupid arrangement in the beginning. It's not our fault; it's our parents. They forced this upon us after all."
Draco had to agree that that was true. He hadn't exactly chosen Pansy. Not that she was a bad choice. She was certainly pretty in an off-beat sort of way. Her shiny black hair was pulled to the side in an elegant ponytail. Her make-up was perfectly done. She was the perfect candidate to be a Malfoy's wife.
"I'm sorry this didn't work out, Pansy," Draco said sincerely. "But I don't love you."
"I know that," she said. "And neither do I. It's an unfortunate situation we have here."
"Yes, it is unfortunate. I still don't have an outfit for tomorrow!"
Pansy laughed and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the bed and picked out some slacks and dark tee-shirt paired with a nice jacket.
"Better?" she asked.
"You are amazing," Draco told her. She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Now you go have fun with all those yummy Quidditch players."
Draco laughed, looking down at the clothes.
"You have some imagination, Pansy," he told her, smiling. She raised an eyebrow at his back.
"Sure, imagination," she said quietly to herself.
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A/N: Please Review and until next Monday!
Quick A/N: I made a diagram of Harry and Ginny's flat. To see it, go here: http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f69/roxierose13/house1.jpg
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Chapter Two: Evident Trust
"Harry, did you get the milk?" Ginny repeated slowly, emerging from the kitchen. She stood in the doorway, watching Harry carefully through narrowed eyes. She had grown into a very pretty woman with long, thick hair. It was no longer a brazen red but more of a softened ginger color.
As of now, her almond-colored eyes were narrowed in suspicion as she surveyed her husband. Harry fidgeted slightly under her gaze, knowing he was in trouble.
"Um... I got distracted," Harry said slowly.
"Distracted?" Ginny repeated, with a raised eyebrow. "What could have possibly distracted you from the simple task of buying one thing at the store?"
Harry tried to come up with an excuse. He couldn't very well tell her that he'd been contemplating the state of their relationship.
"I...um..." Harry said, stalling for time.
While he was doing this, Ginny moved closer, like a cat stalking its prey. She sniffed the air quickly and Harry stopped trying to think of a response.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked dangerously.
"It was only one!" Harry exclaimed.
"One is bad enough. You shouldn't be drinking at all!"
"Why are you telling me what to do?!" Harry yelled.
"Because I am your wife! If I tell you to buy milk, you buy milk! If I say you shouldn't drink, you don't!"
"I thought marriage was supposed to be a compromise!" Harry said.
"Yeah, when you do what I want!" Ginny yelled.
Harry stopped and stared at her in amazement. He couldn't think what had made him fall in love with her at the moment.
"Do you hear what you're saying?" he asked incredulously. Ginny paused and Harry could see her thinking it through.
"I--You're right, Harry. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me," she said finally. Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you understand," he said quietly. Ginny nodded mutely and went back into the kitchen. Harry shook his head and sat down on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table.
"Get your feet off the table!" Ginny called from the kitchen. Harry took them off, scowling. He sat on the couch, still scowling and staring into the fire when a head popped up in the flames. Harry was startled and nearly fell off the couch.
He quickly gathered himself and knelt down by the fire.
"Hey Oliver, how's everything?" Harry asked. Oliver Wood's head was floating in the middle of the green flames. He had a serious look on his face as he looked at Harry.
"Harry, there's something I really need you to do," he said gravely. Harry was a bit surprised.
"What's that?"
"I need you to be on time to practice tomorrow," Oliver said.
"I'm always on time," Harry said good-naturedly. Oliver just rolled his eyes.
"We both know that's not true. But listen, tomorrow, the new owner is coming out to view the team. I really need it to go well, and you have to be there!"
Harry rolled his eyes at that. Oliver was the team's coach and hadn't lost any of his previous enthusiasm or worry.
"I'll be there," Harry said and Oliver looked unsure. "I promise."
"You better," Oliver said with a worried look. Harry just shook his head and smiled encouragingly.
"Don't worry. I'm sure the new owner can't be that bad."
"Well, we'll see tomorrow," Oliver said, frowning.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright," Oliver said reluctantly as though he didn't trust Harry's word. But with a pop, his head vanished from the fire. Harry sat back on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He wasn't particularly worried about the new owner. Whoever it was would probably be so taken with him that it wouldn't matter if he was on time or not.
Harry hated to admit it, but sometimes it was just easiest to play up the "Hero of the Wizarding World" role that he'd been labeled. He found things just came easier when he did that.
"Who was that?" Ginny asked, coming in carrying a tray of cookies. She set them down on the table and Harry took one.
"It was Wood," Harry said through a mouthful of cookie. Ginny rolled her eyes at him but seemed to be trying to restrain herself.
"What did he want?"
"Um, something about me being on time," Harry said, reaching for another cookie.
"Harry," Ginny sighed. "You really should try to be on time."
"I do try! I just get distracted," Harry said.
"Right," Ginny muttered under her breath. She left Harry alone with the cookies and went into the bedroom. He watched her go and sighed again. He didn't know what was wrong with the relationship. Everything had been going well up until recently.
Harry just didn't understand. Ron was no help there. She was his sister so it was very unlikely he could ask him anything personal about her. Hermione might be a good answer, but she was so busy with her job and her son.
Harry sighed, wishing he knew what was wrong so he could fix it.
***
"Draco, stop fussing."
"I am not fussing."
"Really? Then what do you call having the house-elves bring out every outfit you own so you can choose the perfect one?"
"Professionalism."
Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes as her husband went desperately through the clothes lain out on the bed. Pansy stood up and came up behind him, hugging his middle and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Draco, it's going to be fine," she said calmly. At these words, Draco turned around and stared at Pansy.
"How can you be so nice to me?" he asked incredulously. "We're getting a divorce. Aren't you at least a little upset?"
"Well, I was, but I've thought about it."
"And?" Draco prompted as she stopped.
"And I realize that this was a stupid arrangement in the beginning. It's not our fault; it's our parents. They forced this upon us after all."
Draco had to agree that that was true. He hadn't exactly chosen Pansy. Not that she was a bad choice. She was certainly pretty in an off-beat sort of way. Her shiny black hair was pulled to the side in an elegant ponytail. Her make-up was perfectly done. She was the perfect candidate to be a Malfoy's wife.
"I'm sorry this didn't work out, Pansy," Draco said sincerely. "But I don't love you."
"I know that," she said. "And neither do I. It's an unfortunate situation we have here."
"Yes, it is unfortunate. I still don't have an outfit for tomorrow!"
Pansy laughed and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the bed and picked out some slacks and dark tee-shirt paired with a nice jacket.
"Better?" she asked.
"You are amazing," Draco told her. She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Now you go have fun with all those yummy Quidditch players."
Draco laughed, looking down at the clothes.
"You have some imagination, Pansy," he told her, smiling. She raised an eyebrow at his back.
"Sure, imagination," she said quietly to herself.
~*~
A/N: Please Review and until next Monday!