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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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7
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6,095
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58
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Consultations
Chapter 5: Consultations
Disclaimer: Again, I only own the characters you don’t recognise… everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling…
A/N:
sap7phire and mphoenix
Haha yea I thought about all the other stories where people run away from the wizarding world and they all work in coffee shops and the like and I thought it’d be cool for Harry to show them he doesn’t actually need them to be successful on his own! Thanks for reading and keep reviewing!
Love GD and Faye
Thanks for reading and reviewing! And, yes I will keep updating as often as I can (for this week anyway… I go back to college next week but will try to keep updating when I can)
Draconayzia
Ah! My ever faithful reviewer! *grins* yes you can stop your screeching now as a new chapter is here! *pioneer stance* Hm, yea I was originally toying with the idea of Harry having snapped his own wand or something but then it just sort of worked with the way I wrote the last chapter that he’s still magical so even I’m not sure what hexes he’s learned in 9 years! *wink*
Here comes the chapter you’ve all been waiting for people!
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Recap:
“Taking the seats in front of the main desk, they waited for the lawyer to arrive.
“…have it on your desk in the morning! Jeez, keep your pants on Barbara!” called out an amused voice that sounded painfully familiar only slightly deeper than they remembered it. Pushing the door open with his feet as his hands held a large stack of files came the one person none of them had been expecting to see; Harry James Potter.”
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While the others sat frozen in shock staring at him, Harry appeared not to have seen his new clients yet and cheerfully shut the door (with his foot) before turning to dump the files on his desk.
As Harry turned around and spotted his clients, it was an apparent testament to his self-control that none of the many files even wavered in his hands.
Walking slowly to his desk, he deposited the files before setting a wandless silencing charm on the door and turning to give them what was, without a doubt, the coldest look any of them had ever seen and, considering that one of the people on the receiving end of the Look was Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince, this was indeed saying something!
After searching for Harry for so long, none of them had even considered what to do or say when they actually found him and it seemed that Harry was not too keen on breaking the silence either. Draco had the vague feeling that the drop of a feather on the carpeted floor might just sound like an explosion.
“What. The. FUCK. Do you think you are doing here?!” said Harry finally in a deadly quiet, cold voice, startling the others.
This was something none of them had expected for Harry was normally the sort of person to completely blow up or yell or break something but none of them had ever heard such a quiet, cold tone come from him and it sent shivers up each of their spines.
“Um… Harry…” started Hermione weakly when it became apparent that no one else was going to say anything.
“Ooh, well done Granger,” spat Harry sarcastically when nothing more appeared to be coming, “you actually remembered the name of a lowly ‘faggot’!”
Faces flushing at the reminder of their actions, the group shifted uncomfortably.
“Look, Harry, we honestly didn’t expect to meet you here today but since we have found you, I just want to start by telling you how completely SORRY we (that is, the majority of the wizarding world) are for what we did to you…” said Hermione quietly, the sentiment murmured in agreement by the others in the room.
“Oh, and that pitiful excuse for an apology is supposed to make it all better is it Granger?” sneered Harry quietly, “I’m supposed to come running back and everyone can live happily ever after?!”
“It’d be nice,” admitted Ron, “but certainly not expected by a long shot, mate…”
“Don’t EVER say I’m your mate again, Weasley!” spat Harry coldly.
As the silence started to stretch once more, the group was becoming more and more worried; it was not like Harry to be so quiet when he had so much reason to rage.
“Look,” sighed Harry finally, “I don’t have time for this. You said you didn’t come here to see me so what did you come here for then?”
“Oh,” spoke Pansy finally in what she thought was a convincing voice, “we’re just waiting for the lawyer that works in this office.”
Looking incredulously at her, a flash of amusement finally crossed Harry’s features.
“Uh… Parkinson…” began Harry amusedly, “would you do one thing for me?”
“Yeah… I guess…” replied Pansy suspiciously, “what?”
“Read the plaque on MY desk aloud”
“Harold James Pott… Oh!”
It was then that they finally took notice of the fact that Harry too was dressed in a top quality, form fitting black suit; his hair looked more tame and styled than they had ever seen it and his glasses were nowhere in sight – it appeared he had either magically fixed his eyes or was wearing contacts. He was also a lot broader and taller than the last time they had seen him and looked a lot healthier. He was also currently sporting a condescending smirk in Pansy’s general direction.
“Oh, no way!” jumped up Blaise suddenly, “YOU cannot be the lawyer with the highest track record we could find. No. Bloody. Way!”
“… Way!” whispered Harry viciously, “and I’ll be damned if any of you will ruin that record for me. So, pray tell, what the fuck did you need a muggle lawyer for? Think of this as a purely business transaction by the way…”
Draco mutely handed over his case file to him which Harry glanced through before leaning back in his chair and looking the part of the perfectly capable lawyer, which he apparently was anyway.
“Hm,” commented Harry finally in a would-be casual way were it not for the glint in his eyes, “wouldn’t be the first time you were accused of rape, would it Malfoy?”
If Harry thought Malfoy’s face could go any paler, he was surely mistaken.
“Harry, quick, where’s the bathroom?” asked Hermione urgently, obviously recognising the look on his face.
No sooner had Harry pointed to the door to the left of his office when Draco sprinted over to it. It was not long before the sounds of retching reached their ears.
“Uh… Harry…” began Ron, carefully avoiding the word ‘mate’ as was his habit, “you wouldn’t mind... uh… not mentioning the whole rape thing in front of Draco for a while would you? It’s just... ah… well he’s sort of been beating himself up over it the past couple of years and… well…” he trailed of hopelessly.
Harry looked at Ron like he’d grown two heads.
“Hm, I may have the ordering of my questions around the wrong way but since when do you call Malfoy ‘Draco’?” asked Harry.
“Oh, Harry, I wish you would come back to the wizarding world and see it,” interrupted Hermione in her usual manner, “the war forced everyone to grow up and, well, we had to let go of rivalries… Did you know the wizarding world was so remorseful after what happened to you that there are now laws for same-sex couples to get married and there are even potions being developed for them to produce children! So much has happened Harry, please come back and see it!” she pleaded.
The only response from Harry was a quirked eyebrow and a deadpanned “no.”
“And, let me guess this straight, just because of Malfoy’s apparently delicate constitution, you want me to pretend that what you did never happened?!” said Harry, his voice finally getting steadily louder making the others thankful for the silencing charm on the room, “You want me to pretend that you didn’t betray, torture and rape me?!?! Well you listen up and get this one thing fucking straight now; I. Will. Not. You fucking hurt me more than Voldemort ever did and I’m not talking about just physically! You betrayed everything I ever thought you were! You even bloody took my virginity! And you want me to pretend that never happened?! Well fuck you! And, for the record, you should be bloody thankful for Margaret out there; she took me in when I had no one and stopped me from killing! …Myself! ... Oh, because then what would your precious fucking wizarding world have done, huh? I know that the war is still going on! You think I don’t know that even Voldemort’s gotten bored of it! Well get this straight here and now, the ONLY reason you lot haven’t been cursed into next year is because I am a professional; a lawyer and doing that to you would ruin my record now, wouldn’t it! So the sooner we finish this case, the better!” finished Harry coldly, breathing heavily.
“Right,” croaked Draco from the bathroom doorway his jaw clenched and, for some reason, hurt in his eyes, “If that’s all then, let’s get started.”
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A/N: Ooh! Wow, this was the longest chapter I have ever written! Sorry for the lack of initial explosion but I didn’t really want this story to be like many others where he flies straight off the handle and some curse backfires or something. (Hm… although that does give me an idea… but anyhoo!) Hehe, anyone want to take a guess about Draco’s reaction…?
If anyone has any ideas for the next chapter that you would specifically like to see, then just let me know…
As always, Please Review!
Disclaimer: Again, I only own the characters you don’t recognise… everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling…
A/N:
sap7phire and mphoenix
Haha yea I thought about all the other stories where people run away from the wizarding world and they all work in coffee shops and the like and I thought it’d be cool for Harry to show them he doesn’t actually need them to be successful on his own! Thanks for reading and keep reviewing!
Love GD and Faye
Thanks for reading and reviewing! And, yes I will keep updating as often as I can (for this week anyway… I go back to college next week but will try to keep updating when I can)
Draconayzia
Ah! My ever faithful reviewer! *grins* yes you can stop your screeching now as a new chapter is here! *pioneer stance* Hm, yea I was originally toying with the idea of Harry having snapped his own wand or something but then it just sort of worked with the way I wrote the last chapter that he’s still magical so even I’m not sure what hexes he’s learned in 9 years! *wink*
Here comes the chapter you’ve all been waiting for people!
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Recap:
“Taking the seats in front of the main desk, they waited for the lawyer to arrive.
“…have it on your desk in the morning! Jeez, keep your pants on Barbara!” called out an amused voice that sounded painfully familiar only slightly deeper than they remembered it. Pushing the door open with his feet as his hands held a large stack of files came the one person none of them had been expecting to see; Harry James Potter.”
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While the others sat frozen in shock staring at him, Harry appeared not to have seen his new clients yet and cheerfully shut the door (with his foot) before turning to dump the files on his desk.
As Harry turned around and spotted his clients, it was an apparent testament to his self-control that none of the many files even wavered in his hands.
Walking slowly to his desk, he deposited the files before setting a wandless silencing charm on the door and turning to give them what was, without a doubt, the coldest look any of them had ever seen and, considering that one of the people on the receiving end of the Look was Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince, this was indeed saying something!
After searching for Harry for so long, none of them had even considered what to do or say when they actually found him and it seemed that Harry was not too keen on breaking the silence either. Draco had the vague feeling that the drop of a feather on the carpeted floor might just sound like an explosion.
“What. The. FUCK. Do you think you are doing here?!” said Harry finally in a deadly quiet, cold voice, startling the others.
This was something none of them had expected for Harry was normally the sort of person to completely blow up or yell or break something but none of them had ever heard such a quiet, cold tone come from him and it sent shivers up each of their spines.
“Um… Harry…” started Hermione weakly when it became apparent that no one else was going to say anything.
“Ooh, well done Granger,” spat Harry sarcastically when nothing more appeared to be coming, “you actually remembered the name of a lowly ‘faggot’!”
Faces flushing at the reminder of their actions, the group shifted uncomfortably.
“Look, Harry, we honestly didn’t expect to meet you here today but since we have found you, I just want to start by telling you how completely SORRY we (that is, the majority of the wizarding world) are for what we did to you…” said Hermione quietly, the sentiment murmured in agreement by the others in the room.
“Oh, and that pitiful excuse for an apology is supposed to make it all better is it Granger?” sneered Harry quietly, “I’m supposed to come running back and everyone can live happily ever after?!”
“It’d be nice,” admitted Ron, “but certainly not expected by a long shot, mate…”
“Don’t EVER say I’m your mate again, Weasley!” spat Harry coldly.
As the silence started to stretch once more, the group was becoming more and more worried; it was not like Harry to be so quiet when he had so much reason to rage.
“Look,” sighed Harry finally, “I don’t have time for this. You said you didn’t come here to see me so what did you come here for then?”
“Oh,” spoke Pansy finally in what she thought was a convincing voice, “we’re just waiting for the lawyer that works in this office.”
Looking incredulously at her, a flash of amusement finally crossed Harry’s features.
“Uh… Parkinson…” began Harry amusedly, “would you do one thing for me?”
“Yeah… I guess…” replied Pansy suspiciously, “what?”
“Read the plaque on MY desk aloud”
“Harold James Pott… Oh!”
It was then that they finally took notice of the fact that Harry too was dressed in a top quality, form fitting black suit; his hair looked more tame and styled than they had ever seen it and his glasses were nowhere in sight – it appeared he had either magically fixed his eyes or was wearing contacts. He was also a lot broader and taller than the last time they had seen him and looked a lot healthier. He was also currently sporting a condescending smirk in Pansy’s general direction.
“Oh, no way!” jumped up Blaise suddenly, “YOU cannot be the lawyer with the highest track record we could find. No. Bloody. Way!”
“… Way!” whispered Harry viciously, “and I’ll be damned if any of you will ruin that record for me. So, pray tell, what the fuck did you need a muggle lawyer for? Think of this as a purely business transaction by the way…”
Draco mutely handed over his case file to him which Harry glanced through before leaning back in his chair and looking the part of the perfectly capable lawyer, which he apparently was anyway.
“Hm,” commented Harry finally in a would-be casual way were it not for the glint in his eyes, “wouldn’t be the first time you were accused of rape, would it Malfoy?”
If Harry thought Malfoy’s face could go any paler, he was surely mistaken.
“Harry, quick, where’s the bathroom?” asked Hermione urgently, obviously recognising the look on his face.
No sooner had Harry pointed to the door to the left of his office when Draco sprinted over to it. It was not long before the sounds of retching reached their ears.
“Uh… Harry…” began Ron, carefully avoiding the word ‘mate’ as was his habit, “you wouldn’t mind... uh… not mentioning the whole rape thing in front of Draco for a while would you? It’s just... ah… well he’s sort of been beating himself up over it the past couple of years and… well…” he trailed of hopelessly.
Harry looked at Ron like he’d grown two heads.
“Hm, I may have the ordering of my questions around the wrong way but since when do you call Malfoy ‘Draco’?” asked Harry.
“Oh, Harry, I wish you would come back to the wizarding world and see it,” interrupted Hermione in her usual manner, “the war forced everyone to grow up and, well, we had to let go of rivalries… Did you know the wizarding world was so remorseful after what happened to you that there are now laws for same-sex couples to get married and there are even potions being developed for them to produce children! So much has happened Harry, please come back and see it!” she pleaded.
The only response from Harry was a quirked eyebrow and a deadpanned “no.”
“And, let me guess this straight, just because of Malfoy’s apparently delicate constitution, you want me to pretend that what you did never happened?!” said Harry, his voice finally getting steadily louder making the others thankful for the silencing charm on the room, “You want me to pretend that you didn’t betray, torture and rape me?!?! Well you listen up and get this one thing fucking straight now; I. Will. Not. You fucking hurt me more than Voldemort ever did and I’m not talking about just physically! You betrayed everything I ever thought you were! You even bloody took my virginity! And you want me to pretend that never happened?! Well fuck you! And, for the record, you should be bloody thankful for Margaret out there; she took me in when I had no one and stopped me from killing! …Myself! ... Oh, because then what would your precious fucking wizarding world have done, huh? I know that the war is still going on! You think I don’t know that even Voldemort’s gotten bored of it! Well get this straight here and now, the ONLY reason you lot haven’t been cursed into next year is because I am a professional; a lawyer and doing that to you would ruin my record now, wouldn’t it! So the sooner we finish this case, the better!” finished Harry coldly, breathing heavily.
“Right,” croaked Draco from the bathroom doorway his jaw clenched and, for some reason, hurt in his eyes, “If that’s all then, let’s get started.”
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A/N: Ooh! Wow, this was the longest chapter I have ever written! Sorry for the lack of initial explosion but I didn’t really want this story to be like many others where he flies straight off the handle and some curse backfires or something. (Hm… although that does give me an idea… but anyhoo!) Hehe, anyone want to take a guess about Draco’s reaction…?
If anyone has any ideas for the next chapter that you would specifically like to see, then just let me know…
As always, Please Review!