Untamed Heart

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Category: AU

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Graphic Language, Adult Imagery

Summary: When the of of a billionaire take an interest in a local star,
will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?

Note: I was e-mailed a few days withwith a wonderful question by a
reader, they asked where this story based since it has an "American" feel to it
but, at the same time, Lucius was mentioned  going to America to finish up
a business deal. Well, here's my explanation to that: Little Whinging and
Hogsmeade are on (what I like think as) the same level as Smallville and
Metropolis. A small town very close to a large metro-city that just don't really
fit where they are at but are still there. So, in short, Little Whinging and
Hogsmeade are wherever you think suits them best, if you just can't wrap your
head around them being where they're suppose to be. And yes, I have
Americanized the characters because I am, in fact, an American who grew up in a
small town very close to a metro-city. Just call me Clark Kent (wink)

Draco had often heard an expression about the ‘idle rich’. How the woman
lazed about all day, flirting and pampering themselves while the men went and
tempted fate by doing one death defying thing after another. Draco had often
wondered if he fit into that category. After all, he had spent most of his young
life drifting from club to club, party to party till all of it began to blur
into one long session of sex, music, drinks and more sex.

But, still, Draco still wondered if that qualified him. After all, that
stereotype only held true for the nouveaux riches, whom were so busy being
dazzled by their own wealth they couldn’t see past the nose on their faces
without dropping a ribbon of bills. And, nouveaux riches the Malfoy’s most
certainly weren’t.

Though it was true that most of his families fortune had been made by his
father, Lucius, who was the president and founder of Malfoy Enterprises, a
subsidiary of Voldemort Industries, the Malfoy’s still had a hefty amount of
money made by his grandfather and great-grandfather. Both of which, had
bequeathed their money to their heir of choice. In his great-grandfather’s case,
it was his son, Draco’s grandfather, and in his grandfather’s case, he had left
his small fortune to Draco. Much to the disgust of his own father.

But that was the draw of the hand and Draco took great pleasure in rubbing
that in his father’s face. Every time the man threatened to write him out of his
will, Draco simply had to mention his grandfather and the discussion would be
over. Draco was, after all, no slouch in the business arena and could, with the
aid of his inheritance, easily rival his father in just a little inside of a
year.

As it was, in the last year alone, the blonde had made enough money in the
stock market that, should he choose to open Draco Enterprises, he could do it
with an easy that his father had never had. Despite the man being a sharp book
keeper and even smarter weasel, Malfoy Ent. had not paid taxes in nearly twelve
years, the elder Malfoy knew nil to nothing about business. That was left up to
his “supposed” partners, Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr., both of which were to dumb to
notice his father was sucking them dry and using them long enough before he
could swoop in last minute to close the deal.

Draon ton the other hand, knew all about making connections and talking to
the right people. He’d been doing it since the day he was born; following in his
grandfather’s footsteps. His father wouldn’t and couldn’t stand a chance. But,
despite the success beckoning, the blonde hadn’t put any real decisive plans
into action. He was still making certain important connections to ensure his
father and anyone else who would try to rival him, didn’t stand a chance.

Which why, he thanked, was the reason he was walking in a companionable
silence next to one of the most delectable young men he’d ever seen instead of
sitting behind a desk in some high rise building in Hogsmeade.

‘Thank Merlin.’ He thought, licking his lips as he watched the tanned
boy walking just a step or two in front of him once again push his glasses up
his nose with one perfectly long finger.

Draco sighed, images of wrapping his lips around that one perfect digit and
sucking on it as if it were an ice pop entering his mind in a haze. All the
things he could do to the boy. All the things that he could show him...

“Dammit.” Draco hissed quietly, clenching his fingers together. The heat was
getting to him. Every time he began to think, his thoughts always came back to
doing something to this boy.