WET DREAMS

Chapter Six


A few hours later, the captain sighted the island and the crew got everything ready to transport to the island using the dinghy boats. Equipment was sent in a few boats with some photographers’ assistants while the models changed into their shorts and swimsuits for the first shoot that was planned. I had gone with the equipment in the first dinghy with Shane and Pansy following, leaving Ronnie and the models to make their way in the last returning dinghy.

I, with the help from my assistants, started to ready the equipment after we pulled the dinghy onto shore. I watched as the others followed, my gaze straying to Harry constantly as the dark-haired man talked to Ronnie.


“We’re all set up here for the first shoot,” I called out to Ronnie, Harry, and the other models. “Trey, Michael, Darius, and Haze – I’d like you to wade into the water, get wet, mess around, have a bit of fun.”

“He looks good doesn’t he?” Ronnie quietly said as we watched them wade into the water. “The ripped up jean shorts look good on him too.”

“More rugged looking than the swimsuits or border shorts that the other three are wearing. The others are kind of – pretty. Harry suits the rugged look better,” I replied, already moving back and forth for different angles while I began to take pictures.

“More touching out there,” Ronnie called out as she herself was taking pictures, our backup cameras on the ready by an assistant who reloaded when we needed it.


Harry was a bit behind Trey when he heard the shout from Ronnie. I saw Harry’s mischievous grin right before he lunged into the water, grabbing the other man around his waist to bring him under the water. Trey jumped up from under the water, whipping his head to fling his hair back. He looked over at Michael to share a devious look. Harry saw it and quickly swam over to Darius who had stopped and turned to watch the first attack.

“Darius, gotta help me,” Harry laughed, grabbing onto Darius’s arm when he was close enough. He went around his back and climbed on, his arms loosely wrapped around the blond’s neck.

Darius was no match for the other two when they both were jumped on, sinking them under the water. He reached down to pull Harry up from the water in front of him, pulling Harry close to his chest.

Harry leaned in to kiss the side of Darius’s neck, a faint moan escaping from Harry’s lips when Darius’ hands slid up, then down his back before Darius’ lips glided across his shoulder, then up his neck. “They did say more touching, right?” Harry grinned, looking over to see Michael coming up behind Darius. He reached out for him to pull him close, then leaned over Darius’s shoulder to share a brief kiss. In the reach, he didn’t notice at first that they were slowly leaning down. Their friendly embrace came to an abrupt end when the four of them toppled into the water.

“Touchy enough for you?” I quietly said, my fingers not stopping on the shutter button of the camera. ‘I will not lose it. I will not lose it,’ I said repeatedly to myself as I watched and heard the playful banter out in the water. I was a professional. I knew when to put my personal feelings aside, and I knew it would be a bit tougher as the shots got a bit more daring. I would just have to suck it up, as Ronnie would say, and get the job done.

“‘Kay, guys, play time over,” Ronnie laughed. “Wade back in toward the beach, slowly – give yourself a shake – want your hair to be loose and tousled.”

As instructed, Harry followed the other three out of the water, his hair slicked back from the last minute dunk in the refreshing water. They were up to their thighs in the water when we told them to stop and give their heads a shake. We told them to stand still as Ronnie and I waded shallowly into the water to take closer shots of each of the models. We gave out instructions for them to run their hands over their chests, their necks, through their hair, or turn this way or that. We approached Harry last while the other models went ashore to lie back in the sand to wait further instructions as they dried off a bit.

“Okay Haze, I want you to do whatever comes natural to you. I know you heard some of what we were telling the others,” Ronnie said.

“Throw your head back a bit, too. I want to see the arch of your neck,” I added.

Harry reached up to tousle his hair a bit more, letting strands hang over his face. He closed his eyes and let his hands wonder over his chest, stomach, then back up to his neck, with his head bent down. We constantly shot pictures as he touched himself, as he threw his head back, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. He straightened out his neck, glancing over at me as he licked his lips, his teeth scraping against his bottom lip when his fingertips grazed a nipple.

“Uh . . . okay then,” I huskily said, lowering the camera and stepping back. I turned my back on Harry and walked away, the memory of Harry looking at him like that in the throes of passion so long ago making his body traitorously respond. “Trey and Michael, we’ll get a few shots of you two on the beach.”

“Where would you like me and Darius?” Harry asked Ronnie as he waded ashore.

“You two have been together before, right? Because I got that impression from when I introduced you?” Ronnie asked Harry. I slowed my steps as I listened to the conversation, my eyes downcast as I checked my camera.

“About a year ago, we shared a few nights,” Harry replied. “Why?”

“Because it will make some of these shots a bit easier. I would like to get a few of each of you lying on the beach, then of you two together, doing what comes naturally,” Ronnie replied.

“Kissing, I presume?” Darius asked.

“Yes, no nudity or too much naughty touching – yet.” Ronnie smirked.

“Yet?” Harry laughed.

“So, do we wait for Draco to come back before we start this?” Darius asked.

“I can do the lone shots to start. Draco should be back by then.”

I looked back at Ronnie, meeting her eyes, knowing that she knew that I was listening. She raised a brow in question. I nodded back to her, showing her that I was okay – that I would be okay with what we had to do for this assignment. I turned and walked further down the beach where an assistant was getting things ready for my next set of shots.


As I shot a couple rolls of film of Trey and Michael, Ronnie was taking shots of Darius by himself while Harry watched. I finished and told the guys to take a break, then walked back to Ronnie, seeing Darius laying face down, his upper body raised, and his long blond hair trailing onto the sand.

“You really need to get some shots of his bare ass – very nice if I remember correctly.” Harry smirked from just behind Ronnie as she took the pictures, making sure that Darius heard.

“I’ll be sure to remind you when you’re touching me later.” Darius sexily grinned, glancing up at Harry.

“Looking forward to it.” Harry smiled, looking away from the sprawling blond that lie on the sand to look at me as I approached.

“How goes it?” I asked Ronnie.

“Was just about to let studly here get up and have Haze have a turn before I get the two of them together,” Ronnie suggested.

“I noticed that lunch is set up, so I’d like to continue after we eat to have the two of them together, then do the shots of just Haze,” I suggested before taking Ronnie’s camera and leading them to the buffet that Pansy’s father had arranged for the crew and models.

I had readied my own plate of sandwiches, fruit and salad and sat on a lounge chair that was far enough away from the others so that I could read the letter from my mother that arrived the day before. I chose to sit close enough that I could hear their conversation if I had wanted. I was not surprised to see Ronnie approach Harry and Darius and sit down with them. She was always friendly like that.


“So how do you think it’s going so far?” Harry asked Ronnie.

“Pretty good so far,” Ronnie shrugged. “The best is yet to come I think.”

“And why is that?” Harry laughed.

“Because you guys will be losing what little you are wearing,” Ronnie grinned.

“Looks like Michael and Trey are getting a head start,” Darius smirked.

I looked up from my letter to see the two models laying on towels, soaking up the sun, bare-assed naked.

“Think I’ll go join them,” Darius added, getting up then tossing the paper plate after he finished eating.

“Not joining them?” Ronnie teased after they watched Darius call out to the others as he tucked his fingers under the waistband of his border shorts to push them down his thighs, then legs.

“Not much for just laying in the sun.” Harry shrugged.

“But I noticed that you have no tan lines,” Ronnie bantered.

“I usually swim, naked in a friend’s pool a couple of times during the week.”

“Haze, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Ronnie asked.

I leaned my elbows on my knees, the pretense of reading the letter gone as I listened more closely to the conversation.

“You can. Can’t promise I’ll answer it though,” Harry replied.

“Did you know that guy at the club that night?”

“Met him that night. We danced and flirted with each other for a few hours before we went upstairs.”

“Do you do that a lot? Aren’t you worried about catching something?” Ronnie asked.

“You and Draco have been friends for a while I take it?” Ronnie nodded. “So you know he is a . . . ”

“A wizard? Yeah, I know. Found out at his wedding.” She grinned.

“When I was younger, I always had to act or be someone that everyone else expected of me. When I did what I had to do, I decided that no one was going to make any kind of decisions for me again. I decided that I didn’t want to have any regrets in my life, wanted to live life at its fullest – different men, different variety to my life. As for catching something – I found a handy spell that I discreetly use on the guys to see if they have anything that could be dangerous to my health.” Harry grinned.

“So, is Draco a regret?” Ronnie asked.

‘Was I Harry?’ I thought as I listened, wanting to know how Harry had felt about that night. I saw Harry raise a brow at Ronnie in response to her question.

“We are pretty close. He told me a bit about you, and I’ve seen the way the two of you have been looking at each other today,” Ronnie replied.

I saw Harry turn his head my way. And I looked down at the letter right away, pretending indifference.

“It didn’t have a chance to be a regret. The night before he left was the only time we were together. We became friends about a year before that. I had always felt I had a connection with him when we were younger, either rivals or something more,” Harry softly replied. “Life could have been different I guess if we could have found each other later.”

After hearing Harry’s soft admission, a shadow fell over my lap and then I felt a kiss on my shoulder. My body tensed as Shane came to kneel by my side.

“You want to go for a swim, Dray?” Shane asked, running his hand up my bare leg, skimming the edges of my jean shorts.

“Kind of busy here, Shane,” I said, shifting my legs as I reached for the camera bag at my side. “Maybe later if we have time.”

“You want something to drink?” Shane asked, getting to his feet again.

“No. I’m good,” I replied, looking up and watching Shane walk back to Pansy who sat under a large umbrella. I looked over at Ronnie and Harry, nodding my head in acknowledgment when I felt them looking at me, then got up to toss the paper plate in the trash.

“Never too late you know,” Ronnie said to Harry.

“Yes, it is, Ronnie. He is married to Shane. Although I can be a little loose with the loving, I never mess around with married men,” Harry sighed. “So, when do you plan on wrapping this up?”

“The way things are going, we should be done with the actual shooting at the end of the day, then go back to the mainland tomorrow morning. Draco wants to get a few twilight shots of you, and possibly Darius, at the end,” Ronnie replied, getting to her feet. She saw that I was coming their way, then reached down to Harry. “Ready to get naked?” She teased.

“I’m sure he’s used to that,” I remarked, motioning for them to follow him, handing Ronnie a camera. “Let’s get the show on the road, guys. Shorts on. Darius, you need to be in these ones with Haze here and you need to get wet again.”

Harry and Darius waded into the water up to their waists, then sank down into the warm water, to come up, flicking their hair back as they came back onto the shore.

“Need for you two to be close to the water – ankle high. Darius, back to the water, Haze in front. Darius put your arm around his chest bringing him close to you, your other hand on his hip, your hands should be gliding up and down his chest and stomach. Kiss the side of his neck.”

We constantly took pictures while our assistants handed us new and reloaded cameras when the film was done. We watched and greedily snapped as Darius and Harry began to set their own pace of touching and kissing. As instructed, Harry was kneeling in front of Darius’ kneeling form, his back pressed back against his chest. Harry’s head bent back on Darius’s shoulder while his hands roamed over his upper body; Darius’ lips and teeth nibbling, kissing the side of Harry’s neck. His hand skimmed over Darius’ arm until his fingers linked with Darius’. Together, their linked hands glided over glistening skin, guiding them over Harry’s nipples, then lower. Darius’s other hand came around the front of Harry’s chest, coming up to cup the side of Harry’s face as he leaned in more to kiss his mouth. The kisses were soft and languid as their linked hands settled on the waist of Harry’s jean shorts. Darius took it a bit further, letting their linked hands travel lower, rubbing and cupping the erection that pressed against his hand. Harry began to move against Darius’ hand, his hand reaching for the other of Darius’ to bring it up to his neck, then closer to his mouth. Lips opened as Harry brought up Darius’s hand, his tongue licking then sucking his finger into Harry’s mouth.

“Need for you guys to come down to the ground. Doesn’t matter who is on top,” Ronnie called out, then looked over to me. “You okay?” she whispered.

‘No,’ I thought. “Why shouldn’t I be?” I hoarsely replied instead, reaching back for the next loaded camera. “He’s a natural – for porn,” I said, the last bit muttered under my breath.

“That’s what you wanted though, Drake,” Ronnie said shrugging her shoulders.

“I know,” I sighed. “And I know that the shots will turn out amazing. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is a job. It’s not personal – no matter how much I would wish it was,” I added quietly, moving back as Darius and Harry came further onto the beach.

Harry turned in Darius’s arms, pulling him down on the sand. Darius eagerly fell on top of Harry, his hips grinding down while his lips claimed Harry’s. Harry’s hands were gliding up and down Darius’s upper back, occasionally tangling fingers in his blonde hair to pull him closer as their kiss deepened. At the instruction from Ronnie, Darius raised his upper body, his hands on either side of Harry, his lower body still slowly shifting and thrusting against Harry’s. Harry’s hands glided lower, his fingers dipping into the waistband of Darius’s shorts and pushing them down until his hands could grip the tensing buttocks, his knees raising, his feet flat on the ground. Harry’s head was thrown back, his neck arched where Darius took advantage of that and dove in to lick and nibble Harry’s neck.

“No marking,” I called out, trying to ignore how all the blood seemed to rush to my cock at the sight before me.

Darius raised his head to look down at Harry. “Do you know how bad I wish we were alone right now,” he whispered huskily against Harry’s lips. “I am so close,” he panted.

‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself, close enough to hear the whispered words.

Harry smiled against the kiss, and reached further down into the back of Darius’s shorts. Darius shifted his body higher, his back arching back when Harry raised his upper body to nibble on a nipple. Darius put his weight on one arm and trailed his hand up Harry’s side until his thumb grazed over the ringed nipple on Harry’s chest. Ronnie and I heard the twin moans when Darius began to tug and tweak Harry’s nipple and Harry sucked harder on Darius’.

“You know that they’re going to cum, right?” Ronnie breathlessly said, zooming onto the roaming hands on Darius’s backside.

“Are you going to stop that?” I replied, side glancing at Ronnie.

“Not on your life,” Ronnie whispered.

The two of us, along with the other models and crew members, stood transfixed as we watched first Darius, then Harry fall over the edge, their moans muffled in their shared kiss. Breathless from his climax, Harry smirked up at Darius. “Was it good for you?”

“Could have been better.” Darius grinned, leaning down for a brief kiss before sliding his body down Harry’s, kissing and licking his way down to Harry’s stomach where he stopped before getting up to wade back into the water to cool off and clean up.

“You might as well stay down there, Haze,” I said, then leaned down beside Harry.

“Harry, these next set of shots will just be you. I want you on your back,” I said, then reached down to unsnap Harry’s jean shorts, letting my fingers linger on his warm skin. “I want to see more skin, but not all,” he added.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the erotic sight before me. Harry’s chest was gleaming in the sunlight, flushed pink from the climax a few moments before. The jean shorts that Harry wore were damp from when the two of them were in the water, but the scent of semen made my mouth water. I wanted to lean in to lick the cum from Harry’s body, wanting to be the one that made Harry breathless and panting for more.

“Are you sure about that?” Harry asked me, his gaze unsure as he looked at my hand that still was on his stomach then back into my eyes.

“Yes,” I abruptly said, standing up, but not moving far. I stood between Harry’s spread legs at about the knees. “Ronnie will be taking pictures also. First, raise one arm over your head, tilt your head to the side. Close your eyes. Imagine a lover – or Darius, whatever or whoever – touching you, kissing you, on your neck, your face, your chest – tasting you, licking the water from your chest, your neck. Lower your arms to your sides, dig your fingers into the sand as you arch into your lover’s touch. His lips and teeth nibbling that spot where your collar bone meets shoulder, moaning when you feel him press his body against yours, wet skin sliding under the shower spray, hands grasping your hips to pull you closer . . . ” My voice trailed off when Harry looked up to meet my gaze.

“Warm, wet lips eagerly licking, kissing, their way to your chest, flicking a tongue against your nipple, hands gliding down your trembling stomach – not quite touching your hard cock even though he wants to taste – remembers the taste – how it feels to take that cock slowly in an eager mouth – tongue flicking and mouth sucking until you’re thrusting in and out, hands in my hair – guiding me to take more of you in.” I closed my eyes behind the camera, mentally shaking my head to clear the erotic vision from my mind.

My hand reached for the next camera, my gaze not breaking away from Harry’s heated gaze. I had seen the way Harry looked up at me through the lens when I had mentioned the shower. It wasn’t something that I planned, but seeing Harry like that brought back a lot of that night to me. With my camera in position again, I backed up a bit as Harry’s hands skimmed lower down his body.

I softly muttered a spell, then almost groaned out loud when Harry began to writhe on the sand; his hands gliding up and down his body then finally into the waist of his shorts, the zipper slowly lowering as his hand went in deeper. I watched as the spell seemed to take over Harry’s body, knowing that it would seem like there were tongues, lips, and teeth sucking, nibbling and teasing his over-sensitized skin. I saw Harry’s breathing become more labored as his hips began to move more; his lust filled eyes looking up at me as I huskily drove him on with my instructions.

“You’re behind your lover, kissing the back of his shoulders. Your fingers thrust in and out of his eager hole. Your cock sinks into him; feel him easily take you in, fucking him softly and shallow, moans for harder – faster. You feel the tightness in your body; wanting more, never to end. Wanting to see your lover when he comes, you pull out, falling to your knees to taste, to suck on his cock, preparing yourself to take in your lover. You feel he’s close. You grip the base of his cock . . . want him to cum inside of you . . . sit him down . . . your thighs spread wide as you straddle him, impaling yourself on his thick cock – riding him – kissing him.”

Harry’s fingers pushed down his shorts, his cock hard as it pressed against his lower stomach, wanting more of the lips and tongue on his body as he kicked his shorts off into the water. He raised his one knee, subconsciously aware, to block the others from view as his fingers skimmed through his pubic hair before gripping his erection, pumping in time with the ghostly lips around his cock. “More . . . don’t stop . . . please . . . Dray . . . god . . . feels so good,” Harry whispered.

I wasn’t sure if anyone heard the breathless pleas from Harry, but at that moment I didn’t much care. He looked fucking unbelievable like this, and wished I was actually making Harry feel like this instead of a spell. I reached for another camera, then looked up when I felt a bit of resistance to see Ronnie mouthing the word ‘spell’ as she glanced down at the front of my shorts, smiling when she let go of the camera.

“Thanks,” I whispered then murmured a concealing spell to hide my obvious arousal. “Feeling good, Harry?” I softly asked, lowering myself to my knees, still between Harry’s legs.

Harry met my gaze, his hand slowly stroking up and down his cock. “Gods . . . feels good . . . feel lips around my cock . . . taking me in . . . sucking harder . . . , ” he moaned. “Used a . . . ahh . . . gods . . . spell.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, then shifted closer so that my knees were against the back of Harry’s thighs. While one hand continuously clicked off the pictures, my other hand, out of sight of the others, slid down his leg until my fingers grazed Harry’s balls. “Cum for me, Harry,” I softly said, my fingertip trailing lower until I pushed against his puckered hole.

“Mmnnn . . . yesss,” Harry hissed between his teeth, his body arched, his lower body pressing back for more of my touch.

I nudged a slicked finger a few inches into the hole. Harry’s hand slid up to the head of his cock, squeezing and twisting his orgasm out of him. My own cock seemed to pulse inside of my shorts as I came, the feel of the tight heat surrounding my finger, and the way Harry looked when he was cumming urging my own climax to completion.

“Feel better?” I grinned, letting my knuckles graze the softened cock before resting my hand on my knee, handing Ronnie my camera and taking the towel from her to give to Harry.

“That wasn’t fair, Draco,” Harry quietly said. “You weren’t supposed to touch,” he added, sitting up, and raising his one knee to hide his nudity from the others.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” I said, leaning in to talk to him. “I didn’t plan it that way. Couldn’t help but to touch you near the end.”

“You still remember?” Harry softly asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

“Never forgot it,” I sighed, then got up to back into the water, to cool off and to rinse off the cum from my shorts before I took the concealment charm off. “Don’t bother putting the shorts back on, the next shots will be with you nude.”


I turned my back as Harry wrapped the towel around his hips and went to get a bottle of water. I looked around the beach, taking the time to really look around me this time. The island really was beautiful. I was glad that Ronnie had found it for the shoot. I noticed that Ronnie was talking to Darius as she took pictures, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes again. It always meant trouble when she looked like that, and I couldn’t help worrying what I had to do with that look, and I was sure I was as she glanced back at me with a smile. I shook my head and looked away again, seeing Harry sitting on the shore, his knees up and his chin resting on them as he looked out at the ocean. ‘I’m sorry, Harry,’ I thought as I could see Harry was hurting from what I did. I never meant to hurt him.

I took a few steps toward him, hesitated, then turned and walked the other way toward the shade of the trees, to gather my own troubled thoughts together. As I walked deeper into the foliage and trees, I sighed in relief when the natural shade of the area cooled my body from the heat. I looked up to see a flash of purple, recognizing the color from Pansy’s bikini top. I stealthily followed when I heard a male voice following her. They stopped, I stopped, crouching in the bush close by.

What I saw made me clench my fingers in a fist at my sides; my blood boiling in anger – not jealous anger, but anger at the deception that had obviously been going on for a while by what I saw and heard.

“But Panse – no one can see us here,” Shane quietly said. “I haven’t seen – haven’t touched you in so long.”

Pansy let Shane gather her in her arms, arching her neck as he kissed up and down her neck, his hands traveling up and down her body. “It was just last month, Shane,” she sighed. “And you’ve been busy anyway with others.”

“Not another woman though. You’re the only woman for me, Pansy,” Shane huskily said, pulling away from Pansy’s neck to look at her. “You’ve been the only woman for me for four years now, Baby.”

“And what about Draco?” Pansy asked.

“What about him?” Shane asked, trying to pull her closer.

“What about him? You’ve been cheating on him since you’ve been married,” Pansy said. “Merlin, you even slept with me on your wedding day.”

“You didn’t seem to mind.” Shane grinned. “If I remember correctly, we had to place a silencing spell on the bathroom because you were begging for it so loud.”

“And what about when you and Draco have that brat he so desperately wants? You going to be the doting father and husband then?” Pansy pouted, leaning her back against the tree.

“That ‘brat’ will help me keep me in the lifestyle that I’ve grown accustomed to. That pre-nup that Narcissa made me sign before the wedding specified that I was not entitled to any of the Malfoy holdings or money unless an heir was born.” Shane grimaced.

“Guess you shouldn’t have signed that then huh?” Pansy smirked.

“It was that or not get married,” Shane replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Had to make the bitch believe that I loved her son and would do, or sign, anything to have him for a husband.”

“I still feel kind of bad about being the ‘other woman’ sort of speak,” Pansy said, reaching for Shane’s hand to pull him close.

“But not bad enough to stop us meeting, right?” Shane replied, grinning at her when she placed his hand on her breast.

“No,” Pansy shook her head. “Are we still meeting when we get back?”

“Yeah,” Shane replied, leaning into the kiss the upper swell of her breast as he slid the slight slip of material from a nipple. “I’ll meet you there.”


I had heard enough. I internally fought the urge to break through the trees and throttle my husband and friend. Instead, I quietly turned my back on the couple and carefully crept through the trees until I came to the edge. I sat on the hammock that was put up for lounging and looked out at the others as they worked. I saw that Harry was alone and still sitting at the water’s edge, his feet digging into the sand as he looked out at the ocean. I took out my cell phone that I always seemed to carry from my pocket and dialed a number I long remembered from memory.

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.

“Zabini office,” I heard.

“You really need to get a secretary.” I smirked into the phone.

“Got one. Gave her the afternoon off. Something to do with her kid I think,” Blaise replied, a smile in his voice. “You back from your shoot already? We weren’t supposed to get together until next week.”

“Almost done here,” I replied. “You’ll never guess who’s one of my models?” I added quietly.

“I might with a bit of a hint. I may be a brilliant attorney, but I’m not a mind reader,” Blaise laughed.

“Dark hair, gorgeous body, green eyes and we knew him from school.”

“Hmm – green eyes? He wouldn’t happen to have a scar on his forehead now, would he?” Blaise asked.

“Yeah, it would be him,” I said.

“Still look good, huh?” Blaise asked.

“Yeah, really good,” I sighed, looking out at said Gryffindor. “But that’s not why I called. Shane’s here too.”

“Interesting,” Blaise said. “Out of his monthly allowance is he?”

“Never mentioned it.” I smirked. “I – I heard him and Pansy talking, and . . . ”

“And you found out about them?” Blaise asked.

“You knew?” I asked.

“Just found out about it actually,” Blaise said. “Your mother apparently has had him followed since you were married. She contacted me when she found out about the agreement that Shane made about having the baby. It was all legit by the way, but kind of suspicious why he would suddenly want to do this now.”

“Probably because we haven’t been getting along lately, and I found him in bed with another guy when I came home early from an assignment a few weeks ago. How many were there?” I asked.

I heard a shuffle of papers before Blaise spoke up through the other end. “Well, Pansy you already know now. There’s been quite a few actually by the looks of it. No one that sounds familiar to me though.”

I sighed and leaned my elbows on my knees. “You know – ever since I found him and the other guy in our bed last week, I’ve been in kind of a daze. It’s weird though, I feel betrayed, but I don’t feel hurt about the whole thing.”

“So what do you want to do? I’m here for you no matter what you decide,” Blaise said.

“Thanks, Blaise,” I grinned. “I would like to screw him over as much as he has me over the years. I hear Mother made him sign a prenuptial agreement before we were married?”

“Yes, she did,” Blaise replied. “I have a copy right here. What did you have in mind?”

“You have a copy there?”

“I have a whole file of yours here actually.” Blaise laughed. “Including lots of pictures of Shane in compromising positions – not with his husband.”

“So, these pictures – would they be grounds for adultery in the marriage if we’re to divorce by chance?” I smirked, looking up to see Shane and Pansy come out of the trees to make their way to the makeshift bar on the beach.

“There would be no doubt about it,” Blaise replied. “With your mother’s insistence actually, I have in the folder here, divorce petition papers for just such an occasion.”

“Anything else I should know about in that folder of yours?” I laughed.

“Not much,” Blaise laughed. “So how do you want to do this? Do you want to wait until you get back to do this? All this needs is for you to read, adjust it if needed, then we can get it finalized pretty quickly through the Ministry of Magic.”

“Spell the papers to my camera bag like you always do. I’ll read it through, sign it, then send it back.”

“You going to tell him right away?” Blaise asked.

“Yes, would it be possible for you to send me a few pictures with the papers?”

“Yes, do you have the camera bag handy? I’ll send them right away,” Blaise said.

I got off the hammock and made my way to the camera bag, smiling to Ronnie who was looking at me questionably. I picked it up and sat on a lounge chair away from the others. “Send away. Hang on, and I’ll let you know if I get it okay.”

I put the phone down and opened the bag to see a glowing green envelope appear in the bag. I waited until it stopped glowing then took it out, breaking the Zabini seal on the back to open the contents. I flipped through the pages quickly, picking up the phone. “Got it. I’ll call you back in a few to let you know if it’s okay. I’ll read it over, then I got a shoot to do, then send it back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Blaise said. “Oh . . . and Draco.”

“Yeah?”

“Glad you came to your senses,” Blaise laughed.

“Yeah, me too. Talk to you in a bit,” I said before flipping my cell phone shut to turn it off.

“Everything okay, Draco?” Ronnie asked, coming up and to sit beside me.

“Couldn’t be better.” I smiled, then showed her a picture, then the first page of the divorce papers. “Do you think you could keep everyone busy for about an hour? By then it should be good to take the last set of shots.”

“Didn’t know he had that much flexibility.” Ronnie smirked, looking at the picture. “Not a very good likeness of Pansy, is it?”?

“Not really,” I agreed.

“I’ll get some more group shots of the models while you’re busy,” Ronnie said, getting up. “Oh, by the way, Darius isn’t feeling too well. He thinks it might be sunstroke. We’ll have to use one of the other models, or . . . ”

“Or what?” I asked, looking up from the papers.

“Or, we could use another blond who happens to be very photogenic,” she hedged.

I looked over at Darius who sat in the shade, laughing at something that Harry had said to him who sat beside him under the tree. “Maybe he’ll be better in an hour or so,” I said.

“Hmm, maybe,” Ronnie said. “Anyways, I’ll let you get to that.”

I smiled up at her then lowered my head to read through the agreement. I had to laugh to myself when I saw Shane come toward me, but was waylaid by Ronnie who took his hand to lead him to the other models, handing him a camera.

tbc

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