Distorted Exposure

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AN: It's extra long this time. Enjoy.

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Malfoy made it sound so formal that for a moment Harry wasn’t sure if he had heard him right, but then one glance at the self-satisfied expression on Malfoy’s face confirmed that the blond had just instated himself as top in the photo shoot. Indignation bubbled over and Harry forgot all reason as he opened his mouth to launch into a tirade listing all the reasons why Malfoy being the dominant one just wasn’t going to happen but it seemed Ren had gotten to the comment ahead of him.

Before Harry could so much as dig in for the ensuing argument she quelled him with a rather meaningful look and turned to Malfoy. Harry shut his mouth confident that the arrogant blond was about to be put in his place. So you would see why his jaw practically hit the floor when Ren came back with a simple, ‘That’s fine’.

“You hear that Potter? You’re my bitch.” Malfoy was never one to take a victory graciously and in this circumstance Harry hadn’t exactly expected him to, but knowing that did nothing to sooth his rage.

“Sod off Malfoy.” He cursed before turning to glare at Ren. “And what do you mean ‘that’s fine’, you do know this is Malfoy that we’re talking about here, don’t you?”

“That shouldn’t matter.” Ren said firmly while gesturing behind her back at Alexander to remove Draco from the room, a motion that went unnoticed by Harry in his rage. Once the door thudded shut behind her brother and Malfoy Ren broke down. “Please Harry? You must understand.”

“No I don’t.” Harry said coldly. He knew he was being harsh and normally he wasn’t so forthright but in the short time that he had known Ren something about her had led him to believe that she would back him over Malfoy, but apparently his assumptions would go unfounded. “What made you choose him over me?”

“Well if you must know, I thought that you could handle it better than him. He has no humility and you obviously know that much. If this is to work one of you has to humble their ego and Malfoy obviously isn’t the one to do it.” Harry gave her a sceptic look; a bruised ego was something he would welcome in the case of Malfoy. “And besides, I can just see the shots now, you’d look so good in his arms. And with all that smouldering undercurrent between you two, the shots would be magical.”

“There’d be just as much conflict if he was the submissive one.” Harry argued not liking the fact that his logical mind was beginning to follow her line of thought.

“A little too much. And besides if we ever got him to stop scowling he would look so tame. Too tame. With you it’s easier to maintain that wild edge. You’d give the pictures spark in the submissive position, almost like there’s no telling when you’re going to stop being so tame and simply turn around and maul him.”

Harry had to blush at the images that her words brought forth and he looked away from her sapphire gaze and chewed his lip nervously. If he accepted he doubted that Malfoy would ever let him live this down. On the other hand if he refused to do this he felt like he was letting Ren down, but more pressing than that it felt as though he was losing to Malfoy. And that he couldn’t handle. So it was settled. He would win over [1] Malfoy even if he needed to get underneath him to do it.

Still that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Fine.” He hissed, not for a second dampening his glare. Although it did drop from his face in favour of being replaced by an expression of utter shock when Ren jumped him quite unprofessionally, causing both of them to hit the ground quite hard.


“Thank you. Thank you! THANK YOU!” She squealed, while she managed to, in all her gratitude pull herself off of Harry so that he could sit up. “This is just the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Two very hot models, accompanied by real feelings and the path to me realizing my dreams. These shots will be my best work yet, our best work yet. Probably the best we’re going to manage throughout our career.” Her eyes were shining with a great deal of suppressed excitement that made Harry glad he hadn’t turned down the offer after having been reacquainted with Malfoy. Maybe this would be worth it after all.

“So you’re really into this aren’t you?” Harry asked, smiling as they both got to their feet and began dusting themselves off.

“I come off as that insane, do I?” Ren asked with a chuckle. Then a far away look crossed her expression. “Yes, I really do love photography. Though my brother does most of the shots. He’s got a way with the camera. Me? I’m the visionary, I do the concept and see it come to life in my brothers photographs.”

Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably, unsure as to how he should react to her comment. But Ren saved him from having to answer by snapping herself out of the daze she had been in to cross the room to the door, motioning for him to do the same.

“About time we got to dinner, don’t you think?”

“Er…I suppose.” Harry replied, thrown by the quick change of subject, but he let the awkwardness pass without comment.

By the time they had made it down to the dining room, Harry’s mind was back on Malfoy again and the idea pf holding his own against the blond after practically submitting himself to any degrading comments Malfoy may come up with. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a smart idea, Harry thought, his stomach sinking as he walked into dining to find Malfoy conversing happily with Alexander.

It seemed Malfoy was quite a decent person, when things were going his way. Harry scowled, he didn’t know what Malfoy was thinking but he wasn’t just going to roll over and take it like a good little boy. If he was going to be degraded then he would drag Malfoy down with him no matter what it took. Though it was quite hard to focus on getting revenge when his mind seemed to prefer stripping him down mentally upon sight.

Harry shook his head to clear it from the dangerous path it had been taking. He would have to work with Malfoy and it didn’t do him any good to start lusting after him. Off course it did help matters that Malfoy chose that precise moment to cut in with a scathing insult. It was a lot easier, Harry found, to hate Malfoy when he was being a complete and utter prick. To that extent, he would be fine for about ninety-nine percent of the time he spent with Malfoy, and for the other minimal time when he could resemble a decent human being Harry could probably manage to ignore him seeing as it wouldn’t be directed towards him.

“Still can’t believe you get to work under the likes of me?” Came Malfoy’s cold voice. Harry ground his teeth together and noticed the anxious looks that both Alexander and Ren were giving him. If he was going to get out of this in a better position than Malfoy he thought it best to start now.

“It’s the highlight of my life.” Good old sarcasm was always an effective tool against the likes of Malfoy and Harry felt a smirk tug at his lips as the comment registered with the blond.

“Lets sit down to dinner shall we?” Alexander cut in, throwing a nervous glance the way of his sister. Perhaps he had thought that Harry would come out of the conversation with her a little tamer towards Malfoy, but years of animosity were not erased by a moment of resigned acceptance, that much was obvious through the constant glare that passed between Harry and Malfoy.

Dinner was a relatively uneventful affair. The pleasant atmosphere marred by the constant war of words that Harry and Malfoy had going between them. Though much to Harry’s surprise their conflict seemed to please the brother and sister pair more than annoy them, which left him wondering anxiously as to why.

After a fitful meal, Alexander gave them the tour while Ren left to deal with something of a business nature. It left Harry feeling quite off balance thinking that with Alexander Malfoy had the upper hand. However much to his surprise and to the obvious displeasure of Malfoy, Alex treated him just as warmly as he treated Malfoy.

This of course did not sit well with Malfoy, but every time Alex made a teasing pass at him or perhaps cast him a sideways glance he would smile knowing that Malfoy was seething inside. If things stayed like this then he had hopes of putting up with the pretentious blond without having to suppress the urge to decapitate him as Harry had anticipated he would have to.

Unfortunately Harry luck ran out around the time of the end of the tour. Alex informed them that they should be up and at breakfast around eight so that the first photo shoot could be started around nine. When both Harry and Malfoy nodded in understanding Alex smiled at them, thanked them for their participation and left, and in doing so left the two boys alone for the first time since they had been reacquainted.

Before Harry could compose himself enough to deal with the likes of Malfoy, the blond gave him a vicious sneer and slammed the door open without a word. Thinking that perhaps this was for the best Harry simply followed him in, closing the doors behind him and picking up his baggage which was still by the door in favour of tossing them by the foot of the bed.

Throwing himself on the mattress [the duvet truly was as soft as it looked] Harry pulled out his wand to flick at the dying embers of the fire causing them to blaze bright once again. Glancing around the room he saw that Malfoy was taking the ‘pretend he doesn’t exist’ approach and Harry was quite fine with that.

The peace however was broken about a dozen minutes later, after Malfoy had thoroughly examined the room and bathroom presumably coming to the conclusion that there were no other sleeping quarters.

“Tell me this is some sick joke.” Malfoy muttered bitterly, his tone over-dramatic as always. Harry rolled his eyes at the black velvet canopy and sat up, turning his attention to Malfoy but not bothering to talk to him.

Malfoy finally seemed to acknowledge his presence and turned around scowling, to face him. “Potter do you care to explain our situation to me?” It wasn’t request, that much was obvious by the tone of Malfoy’s voice but Harry took his sweet time responding all the same, much to the blonde’s annoyance.

“Hm…well, it seems to me as though we’re stuck in one room with one bed, one couch, one study and access to one bathroom for one month if we’re exceptionally good, with no one but each other to keep us company in all the time that is not otherwise occupied by us being forced together for the purposes of having our picture taken.” Harry turned his gaze from the fire where he had focussed it while speaking to observe Malfoy’s reaction.

To his credit Malfoy only looked dumbstruck for the briefest of moments before his expression switched to a deadly calm that made Harry rethink the rather playful tone he had been speaking in.

“Get off the bed.”

“What?”

“Get. Off. The. Bed.”

Like that would work. “No”

“You don’t seem to understand Potter.” Malfoy drawled his voice venomous. “That wasn’t a request. Now get off the bed.”

“Make me.” Harry was rather adamant about this little detail. The idea of spending the night let alone the next thirty or so in the same room as Malfoy was rather unpleasant and the only thing that kept him from going insane was how utterly comfortable the bed was. But clearly Malfoy hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. Either way he seemed rather determined to take the bed from Harry and he simply couldn’t allow that, not if he was going to come out of this venture on top.

“Fine.” Malfoy pulled out his wand and Harry was more than prepared with his own wand clenched firmly in one hand. And so when the door opened and Ren walked in, intent on filling the two models in on a little change of plans concerning the next day she was surprised to find both of them locked in a heated stand off, their gazes unwavering despite the intrusion.

“What’s going on here?” Ren asked, cringing at the fact that both boys seemed to only tighten the grip on their own respective wands in response. Though inwardly she was quite pleased how strong the emotions that connected them were, that would transfer wonderfully into the still shots.

After what seemed like an eternity Malfoy finally pocketed his wand, though it looked as though he was still holding it within his jacket despite the fact that Harry too had lowered his wand in response.

“Where’s my bed?” Malfoy bit out, his gaze still transfixed on Harry in case he tried something funny.

“Harry’s sitting on the bed.” Ren replied, clearly amused.

“You think that’s funny do you?” Malfoy asked, glaring at Harry despite the fact that Ren seemed to be the cause of all his misery.

“No I think that’s just how it is. Unfortunate but you throwing a tantrum isn’t going to change anything.” The look on Malfoy’s face was priceless and Harry couldn’t help but snicker at it.

“Oh stuff it Potter.” Malfoy spat, he turned back to Ren, fixing her with his full attention, perhaps in hopes that he could intimidate her. “And what precisely does that mean?”

Ren however wasn’t one to be so easily swayed. “It means either you two share a bed, which-” At this point she paused to throw a meaningful glance between Malfoy and Harry who was still crouched defensively on the bed, wand not yet out of hand. “- doesn’t seem to be a likely outcome, or you two take turns on the couch.”

“Draco Malfoy does not sleep on couches.” The blond said arrogantly but his only response was a condescending look from Ren and a rather violent fit of snickering from Harry. The later of which he decided to take care of by levitating Harry’s bags from the foot of the bed and sending them zooming at the surprised brunette at full velocity. Fortunately Harry was able to dodge the projectiles but it did result in him landing on his ass on the plush carpeted floor, swearing and cursing Malfoy to the depths of hell.

Malfoy looked relatively unfazed by the clearly angry Harry and turned to Ren. “Well now that you’ve ruined any chance of this venture being decent, would you care to reveal what it is you came to tell us in the first place and leave so that I can try and put myself in a coma from which I shall hopefully never awaken.”

Even from his spot on the floor, Harry had to role his eyes at how dramatic Malfoy was being. Though he had the sneaking suspicion that it was simply Malfoy’s way of displaying how much he truly hated the Boy Who Lived.

Ren cast a disapproving glance at Harry who was still on the floor but refrained from reprimanding Malfoy much to Harry’s disappointment. “I just wanted to inform you two that there has been a little change in the schedule. I want you two down for breakfast by five thirty.

Hat was a bit early for Harry’s liking and clearly Malfoy wasn’t overly fond of the idea either but when neither of them bothered to complain Ren simply nodded a quick goodnight and left the room.

The moment she was out Malfoy climbed onto the bed and made a grand show of settling down. Harry, furious stood up ready to yell and scream until Malfoy removed himself from his bed. However as Harry opened his mouth all he received was a pillow in his face and the thin sheet beneath the soft quilt.

The message was clear and in that moment Harry found himself suddenly drained and couldn’t bring himself to argue, he would let Malfoy have the bed and first victory for the moment being seeing as he was far too tired to rectify the situation. But tomorrow would be an entirely different matter.

Harry had settled down on the couch, which was surprisingly comfortable and was just about to drift off to sleep when Malfoy’s smug voice called out one last nightly wish to him. “Enjoy sleeping on the couch Potter.”

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[1] As in to defeat Malfoy, not to get him to be his friend.

AN: Sorry it took so long. I'm a little sick which put me off writing a little. But the chapter is extra long so take joy in that.

Anyways I haven't read it over yet because I'm tired and can't be bothered so hopefully there aren't too many mistakes in it. I'll go over it later but for now I just wanted to post it as a thanks to everyone who reviewed the reviews made me so happy.

As for whose going to be dominant, Draco is definitely on top in the photo shoots but that doesn't mean that that is the case in real life. I'm not saying anything either way for now so you guys are just going to have to stick around and find out what happens. But either way rest assured that neither of them are just going to roll over and submit.

Next chapter is the first photo shoot which I know a lot of you guys have been waiting anxiously for. I've been wanting to write it too so it shouldn't take too long.

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. Reviews feed me.

- Incessant_Darkness

Edit: Just fixing a couple little things I missed last night.