A Business Affair

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Chapter Twenty-three: Satisfaction Guarenteed


November passed slowly into December. Grey clouds gathered each morning, overshadowing the windows of Harry's flat in the city. Harry stared morosely out the kitchen window at the clouds gathered there.

He sighed quietly, pushing around his breakfast disinterestedly on his plate. Finally, he set down the fork and stood up from the counter. He checked his watch and saw that it was time for him to get to practice.

He moved quietly into the living room, seeing as how Ginny was still asleep. He pulled on his heavy coat and his shoes and left the apartment. Once he was out of the building he Apparated to the field.

Harry looked up at the large stadium and bit his lip nervously. It had been three days since he had gone to see Seamus at his office. He had promised to come by that week. So far, Draco had only come to one of the practices.

Harry hoped that if Seamus chose today to come, Draco would be here as well. He flinched as he felt something incredibly cold touch his nose. He looked up and realized that it had begun to snow. He shivered and pulled his coat closer around him.

He went into the changing rooms to see that they were nearly empty. He looked at his watch again and saw that it was time for practice to start. He moved cautiously through the room, looking for people.

He came to Wood's office and saw that the door was open. He knocked quietly, and, without waiting for a response, opened the door. Wood was sitting there, looking very involved in some papers on his desk.

"Uh, Oliver?" Harry asked, getting his attention.

"Harry," he said, sounding surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"It's practice," Harry said, confused.

"Didn't you get the message?" Wood asked. "I canceled it today."

"Oh," Harry said, taken aback. "Why?"

"I just need to go over some things, new strategies and all that."

"Oh, well... Do we still have practice tomorrow?"

"Of course," Wood said, as if it was obvious.

"Okay..." Harry said slowly. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

Wood wasn't paying him anymore attention. He was back to studying the papers. He nodded distractedly. Harry rolled his eyes and left the room.

Now what am I supposed to do? he wondered to himself. I could go home... No, I'd rather not.

The only thing keeping him from biting off Ginny's head was the fact that he could go to Quidditch practice five times a week. As he walked out of the changing rooms and into the biting wind, he paused, trying to think of what he could do instead.

Tiny flakes of snow drifted lightly down to settle in his messy hair. He ran a hand through it distractedly. He pulled his coat tighter around himself contemplating his options.

In the end, he decided that a visit to Hermione was in order. After all, the last time he had seen her, he had been hidden away on an island. He Apparated quickly away out of the snow that had begun to fall heavier.

He appeared at the end of the walkway to Hermione's garden. By now all the flowers were dead from frost and it looked empty. Harry walked forward over the crunching grass and to the front door.

He knocked and stood back to wait. A few minutes later the door was thrown open. Hermione stood in the doorway looking quite surprised to find Harry there.

"Harry," she said. "This is a surprise."

"I know it's early," Harry said. "But practice was canceled and..." He trailed away, not willing to say why he hadn't chosen to go home. Hermione seemed to take the hint and didn't ask him about it.

"Well, come in," she said, moving aside and gesturing. He smiled at her as he slid past into the warm house. He took of his coat and she put it in the closet for him. He went into the living room.

"Where's Jamie?" he asked, noticing the absence of the little boy.

"Oh, Blaise took him out for the day," she called from the entrance hall. She came in a moment later to find Harry sitting comfortably on the couch. She smiled when she saw how relaxed he looked. He hadn't seemed this relaxed in a long time.

"So you and Blaise are doing well?" he asked as Hermione sat down next to him.

"Yes, he's a wonderful father," she said wistfully. "Would you care for some tea?" she asked while pulling out her wand and conjuring a plate of cookies and tea.

She set it down on the table and Harry grabbed one. She helped herself to a cup and sat back on the couch.

"How are practices going?" she asked. "I never understood why you must practice all year round. It seems a little much, don't you think?"

"Well," Harry said slowly. "We have to be in the best shape possible, plus since we got new players this year, it's doubly important."

"I suppose," she said skeptically. "And does Draco attend most of them?"

"Uh... yeah," Harry said. "But it's not like he pays attention anymore," he added darkly and Hermione gave him a questioning look.

"What do you mean?"

"What?" Harry said, as though only realizing what he'd just said. "N-nothing. It's just he... he's busy, you know."

"Right," Hermione agreed slowly.

"Well, Hermione," Harry said, standing up and brushing crumbs off his clothes. "I better be going."

"But you just got here," she said.

"I just remembered something I had to do," he said quickly, hoping it wasn't obvious why he was leaving. She had gotten awfully close to the subject of Michael, something he was not very keen on discussing.

"Well, alright. I guess I'll see you at the Ministry Christmas party," she said, following him to the door.

"Yeah, the party," Harry muttered and Hermione looked at him sympathetically.

"Maybe it will be better this year," she said and Harry scoffed.

"It never is."

"Who knows, maybe something interesting will happen this time."

"One can only hope," he said while putting his coat back on. "Alright, I'll see you later."

Hermione smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek. He turned and walked down the frost covered path. Hermione leaned against the doorframe, watching as he disappeared at the end of the path.

I have got to talk to Blaise,' she thought to herself. 'Something is definitely off about him.

She sighed and retreated back into the warm house while the trees swayed slightly in the cold bitter wind.

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Seamus whistled to himself as he walked, kicking at the frozen grass. His hands were shoved in his pockets to keep them warm from the cold that was trying to creep into his body. He looked up at the large building in front of him and couldn't suppress the wicked grin forming on his face.

He went up to a side door and slid in unnoticed. He looked around at the large Quidditch stadium. The stands towered over him and even further above that were the players. He looked around quickly and saw the gleam of silver-blond hair sitting in the stands not too far to his left. He grinned to himself before wiping it off his face and moving in that direction.

He climbed the stairs to the stands and emerged on a platform filled with benches. To his right sat Draco Malfoy, his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the players zoom around. Seamus sidled over to him unnoticed.

"Malfoy," he greeted him. Draco's attention was wrenched from the sky as he turned towards Seamus.

"Finnigan," he sneered darkly. He tried to return his attention to the players but Seamus distracted him once more.

"Harry seems to be flying well," he commented, glancing up to where Harry was hovering, looking for the Snitch. Draco glared at him as if he'd said something extremely offensive. His silver-blue eyes tried to burn holes in Seamus' face.

Seamus ignored the look of pure hatred Draco was shooting at him and sat down next to him on the bench. Draco seemed to realize that Seamus wasn't going anywhere so he looked away and back to the sky.

"Why are you here, Finnigan?" Draco asked suddenly. Seamus was surprised to hear the blond talking to him but responded just the same.

"To see Harry, of course," he said.

"Why are you so interested in him?" Draco asked suspiciously, carefully gauging his answer.

"Because he's bloody gorgeous," he sighed wistfully, gazing up at Harry's circling form. Draco narrowed his eyes at Seamus. Seamus didn't seem to notice as he continued to watch Harry.

"He's married," Draco said snidely, hoping to catch Seamus off guard.

"I know," he sighed again happily. "Makes him all the more attractive, don't you think?"

Draco only glared in response to Seamus who didn't notice as he was still staring rather wistfully at Harry's flying form.

"This is a private practice, you know," Draco sneered maliciously.

Seamus sighed sadly and looked at Draco. "I know," he said sadly. "Harry told me not to come but I just couldn't help it. He's so amazing."

"Amazing?" Draco repeated skeptically, his eyes now fixed on Seamus.

"Oh yeah," Seamus said enthusiastically. "Now, I know he's married, but what I wouldn't give for a piece of that..."

Draco's eyes burned in repressed fury but Seamus was no longer looking at him. His eyes were cast skyward once more. He sighed happily as he watched Harry zoom around overhead.

Draco forced himself to stop looking at Seamus. The sandy-haired blond was taking no notice of the death glare being thrown his way anyway.

The practice ended shortly afterwards. Seamus practically jumped the fence in his excitement to see Harry. Draco's narrowed eyes followed him as he hurried down the pitch. Wood dismissed the team and most had turned to leave by the time Seamus arrived, Draco not far behind.

"Harry!" he called, excited. Harry turned to see him and smiled easily, hoping his acting was up to par.

"Seamus," Harry said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I know you told me not to come," he said with a significant glance and a head tilt towards Draco. "But I just couldn't help it. You look so amazing up there, Harry."

Harry blushed slightly at the very obvious compliment.

"Er... thank you," he stuttered out a response. Seamus just grinned at his adorable fake cluelessness.

"No problem, I'd compliment you any day."

Behind him, Draco had to stop himself from visibly gagging when he heard Seamus' overly sweet, and blatantly obvious, come-on.

"Thanks," Harry said awkwardly, not sure how he was supposed to accept the statement. Seamus just grinned and reached out to touch Harry flirtatiously.

"Hey, if you're not doing anything," he started and Draco visibly perked up. "Do you want to--?"

"Potter!" Draco interrupted Seamus before he got too far. "Go get changed."

"You can't tell me what to do," Harry said angrily. Seamus stood to the side, trying to keep the smirk off his face.

"I can, and I will. Now, go change," he snarled. Harry glared at him for a second before turning to Seamus.

"I have to go," he said grudgingly.

"That's okay, Harry," Seamus said cheerfully. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you. Ministry Christmas party is in a few weeks, remember? Bye!"

Seamus walked off and Harry turned in the direction of the showers, grumbling to himself. He pushed open the door forcefully and it bounced on its hinges as it swung open, accompanied by a gust of freezing cold air.

He pulled off his clothes roughly and threw them to the side haphazardly. He was angry at Malfoy for interrupting Seamus' plan. He was so angry he didn't notice the door to the room open softly and click shut as someone entered the room.

He had his back to the room and was messing with something in his locker. He jumped in surprise and shock as it was slammed shut. He whipped around only to find himself caught between Draco's outstretched arms.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting what I want, Potter," he drawled.

"Look, Malfoy, I'm not really in the mood for you to--"

"Me?" Draco repeated. "Who said anything about me doing anything?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Draco was saying.

"But--but I can't, I mean, I don't know ho--"

"The best way to learn is by doing."

Harry stared at Draco in shocked disbelief. He had known this day would be coming, he just hadn't thought it would come so soon.

Draco took a step back from Harry, releasing him from the imprisonment of his arms. He sighed in a bored manner and raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Come on, Potter," he drawled. "You owe me." He walked closer to Harry, pinning him once more up against the wall. He moved around to whisper in his ear. "Scared, Potter?" he whispered suggestively, flicking out his tongue to lick the shell of Harry's ear. Harry shuddered underneath him, a combination of the words and Draco's heavy breath on his ear.

"You wish," he growled back. He pushed Draco away and switched their positions quickly. Draco gave him an amused smirk as Harry's eyes burned a bright emerald green.

"Ooh, a dominant boy," he mocked.

Harry merely glared at him. "Shut it, Malfoy," he snarled before bringing his lips down upon Draco's forcefully. The kiss was rough as Harry's tongue assaulted the blonde’s own mouth. Draco's hands flew to Harry's messy hair, twining inside it, tugging on it.

Harry pressed his body closer to Draco and up against the wall. He heard Draco groan when he felt the erection that had been growing ever since his locker had been slammed shut.

Harry pulled out of the ongoing kiss sharply. He kissed down Draco's jaw line, coming to the pale skin of his neck. Draco's moan vibrated through Harry's body as he latched onto his neck, licking and sucking the exposed flesh.

Harry's hands wandered to Draco's sides, tentatively brushing under the light shirt he'd been wearing under his coat. Meanwhile, he tongue slid over Draco's throat, loving the feel of it.

"Fuck, Potter," Draco gasped out as Harry's hands traveled lower. "Do it."

Harry smirked slightly to himself and clumsily undid the buttons on Draco's jeans. He slid them over his slim hips and down to the ground. His tenting erection sprang from the confinement of the jeans and Harry bit his lip as he looked at it.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" Draco asked, noticing Harry's hesitancy. Harry scowled at him momentarily then went back to the task at hand.

He got onto his knees and looked up at Draco. Draco gave him a look telling him to get on with it. He swallowed hard and pulled down Draco's boxers. He was confronted with the sight of Draco's throbbing erection.

He licked the tip of it experimentally and found that it wasn't nearly as bad as he had expected. He moved his tongue along the hard length, becoming encouraged when Draco gave a low moan.

He decided to go a bit further and took some of Draco into his mouth. Draco threw his head back and moaned loudly. Harry took that as a good thing and took more. He swirled his tongue around the large member, licking and sucking.

"Fuck, Potter," Draco ground out, breathing hard. "When did you--ah--learn to do that?"

Harry didn't answer; he was too concentrated on not choking. He felt Draco's hand in his hair, pulling at the messy mop. Draco groaned and Harry felt the grip tighten.

Seconds later Draco exploded in Harry's mouth. Harry tried hard not to gag as so much cum flowed into his mouth. He pulled away quickly, swallowing the thick liquid as he went. He wiped off his mouth with his sleeve and stood up slowly.

He realized that it hadn't been that bad. In fact, it had almost been enjoyable. Draco was standing against the wall with his eyes closed. His breathing was heavy as Harry watched him uneasily.

At length, he opened his eyes and smirked at Harry.

"Not bad, Potter, but there's always room for improvement."

Harry frowned slightly, not quite understanding the full meaning behind the words. Draco smirked evilly and pushed himself off the wall. He grabbed his wand and preformed a quick cleaning spell. He then pulled up his boxers and pants and moved away from Harry towards the door.

"I'll see you in practice, Potter," he said before disappearing behind the door. Harry sighed to himself as he watched him go. He wasn't exactly sure that Seamus was helping in any way. It hadn't seemed like it, but then again, Draco hadn't gone off with Michael today.

Harry shrugged to himself and turned away from the door. He gathered the things for a shower and left. Outside, Michael stood casually against a tree. He had seen Draco leave, looking quite pleased with himself.

Michael smirked and uncrossed his arms, moving away from the tree. He knew what was going on; he was a Ravenclaw after all. But there was no way in hell he was going to tell either of them.


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A/N: We're getting closer to Christmas! :) Please review!