Distorted Exposure

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AN: here's the shoot at last. So leave nice reviews okay?

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The world was still drenched in the darkness of night when Harry fell off the couch to awake the next day. However seeing as the only access to the outside world was covered by a heavy black curtain Harry decided to check his watch. It was a lucky thing because his watch read a quarter past five, he was expected to be at breakfast in fifteen minutes.

Deciding he had time for a very brief shower Harry jumped up and grabbed a change of clothes from his bags that were half way between the bed and the couch. Pausing only for a moment to realize that Malfoy was still sound asleep, buried beneath the covers. Good, Harry thought vindictively, knowing that so long as he was careful he wouldn’t wake Malfoy and it would result in him being unprofessionally late.

It was a small victory and a petty issue when you stepped back to think about it but Harry was still slightly stiff from spending the night on the couch and decided to take what he little satisfaction he could get from this incident.

Harry showered briefly, feeling slightly better after standing under the pounding jets of water for a couple minutes and quickly dried his hair off as best he could before throwing on whatever clothes he had been unfortunate enough to grab in the dark and headed out.

Not without some difficulty Harry found his way back down to the dining room where they had eaten the previous night and saw that he was only minutes late. Alex looked up from a meal of scrambled eggs and toast to offer Harry a warm smile and gesture for him to help himself to the food that was laid out on the table in a manor similar to Harry’s experiences at Hogwarts.

Harry returned the smile with a quiet ‘Good morning’ and started to pick out his breakfast. He was halfway to cleaning his plate when he looked up to notice two things. One, Alex was watching him quite closely, a thoughtful expression on his face and two, Ren had walked in sat down, let out an irritated huff and turned her own gaze to Harry as well.

Before Harry could throw a question at either of them Ren spoke up. “So where might Draco be? You two didn’t manage to beat on each other already did you?”

Harry noted with a self-conscious grimace that Alex looked to be quite keen on what Harry’s answer would be. Harry cleared his throat and for a moment felt quite foolish about not waking Malfoy up, that is until he swaggered in through the door looking so full of himself that Harry was left wishing he had tossed the prick out the window while he was still sleeping.

“As if.” Malfoy said, looking as though he were trying his hardest to refrain from rolling his eyes. “Let me assure you that if we had gotten to beating on each other, it would result in Potter being incapable not myself.”

Harry was itching to respond with something equally as scathing but didn’t get the chance to as Ren ushered Draco down to eat and grabbed him by the arm and proceeded to drag him away.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked rather unintelligently.

“I’m going to get you dressed up nice and pretty for the shoot.” Ren said, not pausing. Finally Harry managed to get his feet under him and got to walking beside Ren instead of being dragged along like a rag doll [which she was quite capable of accomplishing despite the fact that Harry was a good six inches taller than her].

“Oh.” Harry said rather nonchalantly. Clothes weren’t his forte and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to being made to try on different outfits. He had had enough of that when he had gone shopping with Hermione.

“It’s a breeze.” Ren assured him. “The outfits have already been picked out and your measurements were in the application so you just have to throw them on and I’ll see what I can do with your hair.” She gave the wet mop on Harry’s a head a pointed glance as she continued down the hallway to come to a stop at a light polished wood door.

“Sorry about that.” Harry said, running his hands through his still damp locks. “Genetics. It’s not like I can control it.”

“Mm. No. Don’t worry about it. If you must know your hair is rather sexy.” Ren said with a wink that left Harry decidedly uncomfortable but Ren simply laughed it off, grabbed his arm and pulled him in through the door that she had just opened.

Harry’s jaw dropped as he walked into what was probably the world’s biggest walk in closet, in the very least it was the largest Harry had ever seen. It was really very overwhelming and for a moment Harry didn’t know how to react.

“We tend to keep all our outfits. You have no idea how many requests we get from personal tailors for samples. People with money will do nearly anything to make themselves feel just that much better.”

Harry nodded mutely, still feeling as though he was in way over his head.

“Well let’s get you decked out.” Harry managed to suppress the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched Ren walk away, presumably to grab whatever he was expected to slip into for the shoot. In the short moment that she had been away Harry had worked himself up to face the worst and so he was surprised when he was handed a simple black dress shirt with overly long sleeves and a pair of black cargo pants that too were slightly long for him.

“You sure you’ve got the right outfit here?” Harry asked sceptically, not daring to hope that he was going get off so easily.

“Yup. I know it looks big but we’ve got to give you that scruffy look. Like you don’t really care what you’re wearing.” Ren handed Harry the clothing. “And besides we have to make you look smaller than Draco which you’re not. The best way to do that is to dress you up in clothes that are too big for you.”

Harry was about to ask why he couldn’t just be top if it meant less work when he was shoved into a branching room and told to change. Biting his tongue, he did as he was told and stepped out for an inspection. Apparently he didn’t look as stupid as he felt because the look that Ren gave him was a tad too appreciative.

“Now time for you’re hair.”

“Good luck with that.” Harry muttered settling into a chair so that Ren could have full access to his unruly locks.

About halfway through Harry was struck with an odd thought. “Don’t you have people to do this type of stuff? Experts?”

“I like to do my own work. And after all these years I’m kind of an expert myself.”

“Or so you like to think sister.” Came a very amused voice from behind him.

“Oh shut it Alex.”

Harry had to snigger at their antics, a process that earned him a sharp smack in the head with the comb in Ren’s hand.

“Hey what was that for?” Harry whined playfully. That just won him another rap on the head and a snicker from Ren.

“Well,” came a sour voice, reminding Harry of all that was wrong in the world. “I can just see this is going to be a ball for me.”

“Draco, sarcasm really does spoil your otherwise sweet disposition.” Alex said as he disappeared into the racks of clothing.

“Whatever.” Malfoy muttered, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Alex to return from amongst the clothes.

Malfoy sighed lightly as he was handed his outfit for the day but didn’t complain too much leading Harry to believe that the Slytherin too had been dressed quite decently. For a brief moment Harry wondered exactly what Malfoy was going to be wearing, and whether it would be a snugger fit then his own clothes. Then he shook himself mentally and decided that if he was going to get through this it would be better to do so without thinking about Malfoy's body in the least.

Harry’s resolution was put to the test far sooner then he would have liked when Ren allowed him to stand up the exact moment Malfoy walked out from the changing room.

He was wearing a perfectly fitted, black t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination concerning the hard sculpted muscles underneath that caused the material to ripple and stretch. His pants were white dress pants and it was accompanied by a casual suit jacket, also white. Harry found himself gulping rather uncomfortably and forced himself to look away. This would not turn into some sort of sordid affair, not if he could help it.

Though Harry didn’t notice Malfoy was also getting an eyeful. Though Harry’s clothes left far more room for imagination there was no denying that the over all look was sexy. His hair, still ragged, was now messy in the sexiest way possible and the clothing, which was purposely too big for him made Potter look smaller and far more vulnerable than Draco had ever seen him look. But off course this was Potter, and he was a Malfoy and so he didn’t allow his gaze to linger for more than a split second before looking away in what he hoped was disgust. This was going to be a long six weeks.

In a matter of moments they had made it to the set. A modern room decorated purely in black, white and varying shades of grey. While taking a quick scan of the room Harry noticed that Alex had already set up his equipment so that it was facing the white couch in the middle of the room.

A sudden noise behind him made his jump only to realize that it had been Ren clapping her hands. Harry laughed it off and then scowled as he thought he saw Malfoy roll his eyes in contempt.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?”

Alex went and stood behind his camera, looking through the lens and fiddling with it a little. Meanwhile Ren took on a whole different air from her usually playful attitude.

“Harry I want you here.” She said grabbing him and sitting him on the couch, “Now pull your feet up on the couch and put your hand on the arms rest.” Harry did as he was told; putting up with the prodding and poking Ren subjected him to in order to get him just as she wanted him.

“Good. Now Draco I want you at the other end of the couch.” Ren called out, while still adjusting the tilt of Harry’s head. “Lounging, if you can manage. Legs spread, nice and relaxed and looking at that far wall.”

Though Harry couldn’t see him, he could picture Malfoy stretched out at the far end of the couch and he felt a slight shiver run up his spine. The prickling feeling fell away as Ren began to speak to him.

“Alright, now I want you to look over the side of the couch directly at the camera, give us the best ‘lost’ look you can pull up. Draco just keep looking at the wall, don’t turn this way and pull your jackets open a little so that we can see that black shirt beneath it. I want you to have a distant look.”

“Ready?” Alex called out as Ren backed away into the distance. Harry wasn’t sure that he was. After all what was a lost look, was the expression he had on even close? Alex seemed to think so because he snapped a couple pictures and Harry gulped uncomfortably.

Then after a couple more shots that left Harry feeling quite self-conscious of himself, someone, most likely Ren, turned on a spotlight and Harry had to blink for a couple moments to get the black spots from his vision to fade.

“Mm, enough of that I think.” Ren said after a couple more clicks from Alex’s camera. Harry moved his head and glanced around the room, his neck slightly stiff from the position he had been holding it in. For some odd reason his eyes were instantly drawn to Malfoy but the blond was looking disinterestedly in the opposite direction.

“Harry scooch over closer to Draco.” Harry gulped, he had rather been dreading this and had hoped that at least the first shoot would go without incident. “Give me a self-conscious look.” Harry hardly had to try at all as he called up the feeling he got when he felt the camera on him.

“Nice, I like that biting your lip thing.” Harry had even realized he’d been doing it.

“M’kay. Now Draco I want you to look at Harry. Stop smirking Malfoy.” Harry glanced up and noticed that Malfoy had in fact been smirking rather cruelly at him. He fought the urge to punch his pretty little face in and maintained his focus on looking self-conscious.

“Go for interested.” Ren reached out to Malfoy and adjusted his hair so that a single stand was falling in his eyes, and if it bothered the blond, he didn’t show it. In fact his expression switched from smug to interest so fast Harry barely registered the change. He chewed his lip nervously and tried to avoid Malfoy’s eyes, eyes that seemed to be boring into him every moment he spent simply sitting there.

In the distance Harry heard the shutter of the camera flutter shut a couple times and then Ren was there. Harry almost gave a sigh of relief as he felt the intense stare lift. He looked up and saw that Malfoy was smirking more than ever. That bastard is doing it on purpose. He knows he’s making me uncomfortable, Harry thought as he watched Malfoy’s expression. Well if that was the case Harry wasn’t simply about to let Malfoy get the upper hand.

The next position found Harry and Malfoy even closer together and the entire time Harry was fighting to keep his breathing under control, and there was an unsettled look in Malfoy’s eyes too. But that didn’t stop Harry from throwing Malfoy the most vulnerable look he had, one that seemed to unsettle Malfoy even further much to his pleasure.

When Ren finally stepped in to stop the sequence Malfoy ripped his gaze from Harry’s as though burned and Harry allowed himself a quick smile. But the feeling didn’t last very long as Ren spoke up.

“Draco,” Ren said standing between them, they were inches away from each other and as close as Harry wanted to be to the Slytherin git. “I want you to grab his outside arm, and use your other hand to tenderly touch his cheek.”

Harry swallowed nervously, he so did not want to do this but if Malfoy was going to weather the storm then he would not run for cover. Fortunately for Harry, it seemed Malfoy had reached his breaking point.

“Are you mad?” Malfoy hissed, standing up so fast he nearly elbowed Harry in the face. “I’ve put up with a lot today, but I’m not going to put up with this crap. This is unnecessary and if you insist that I go through with this then I’m out of here.”

“This is my set and what I say goes.” Ren replied calmly, though how she could keep her cool in the face of one angry Draco Malfoy, Harry couldn’t quite fathom.

The rage was clear in Malfoy’s eyes, it was obvious to Harry that the blond did not do tender. Harry had practically crossed his fingers in hopes of an outburst on Malfoy’s part, because it would mean the end of this ridiculous partnership, but when it did come the words were cold and soft and they cut through him more than he believed possible. “Well then find yourself a new model because I refuse to touch that Half blood filth, no matter what the circumstance.”

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AN: So what did you think. I know it's a cliffy but we'll see what happens eh? It wasn't too good I don't think but it'll get better if Harry and Draco ever get to touching each other. Anyways sorry for the wait, I've been out of it lately.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapter is a pretty decent length in my opinion. So keep the reviews coming and I'll do the same with the chapter too.

PS. I have 50 reviews for this. That's halfway to a hundred. It makes me so happy. Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers.

- Incessant_Darkness

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