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Fortune Cookies
By : KoalasRock
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn’t have made the ending as horribly fucked-up as it was.
A/N: takes a deep breath of fresh air Hello everyone! My name is Esu-chan and this story is another one of my pathetic attempts in writing HPDM romance. I have deleted and posted so many stories under so many pennames that I can’t even remember the older ones anymore! I hope you enjoy this fic!
Inspiration: Fried Dumplings from Luk Foo and Fortune Cookies from my friend.
Warnings: Yaoi, mild cursing, mentions of hot sweaty man smex and obscenity.
break HPDM break
Blaise walked inside the lavishly decorated penthouse and set a take-out bag of Chinese food on the dining table.
“Draco? Where are you?”
Shuffle.
“I’m in the study.”
Blaise threw his coat over an arm of a random chair and barged into the blonde man’s personal study room.
Blaise crossed his arms and grinned. “Working again? I’m beginning to think that you’re having a personal affair with that computer. What would your father say?”
“He’s probably turning in his grave right now, considering that he worked just like I do.” Draco replied sarcastically, “And besides, some of us actually have to work considering that they have freeloaders living in their homes.”
“Hey,” Blaise protested, “I’m not freeloading. I just happen to be living in your penthouse suite, eating your food and stealing your checkbooks.”
Draco ignored the dark skinned man and went back to his laptop.
Blaise draped himself over the couch in front of the large marble fireplace and said, “It’s not my fault that I got disowned. My stepmother was just itching to do it ever since father landed himself in jail.”
Tap tap. The computer beeped.
“What did she disown you for again?”
“Because I accidentally got a picture of me making out with a random guy in a bar plastered all over the newspapers. She said it fouled the Zabini name and that my father would have done the same thing she did if he wasn’t legally interdicted.”
“How could I forget?”
Draco stretched languidly and stapled a few papers on his desk.
“Actually, since that fiasco more and more people have admitted to being gay.”
Staple, staple.
Blaise sighed dramatically, “I don’t understand how she could be so cruel! And the worst part of it all is that you were in the picture with me making out with that French dude on holiday! Why was I the only one punished?”
Draco smirked, “Because I, unlike you, have two deceased parents. And as far I’m concerned, my father didn’t have any other wives so I was legally the Head of the Malfoys and in charge of all Malfoy estates and accounts upon his untimely death.”
“Served him right though,” Blaise said thoughtfully, “After nearly sending his company into bankruptcy, nearly getting you killed and successfully getting your mother killed, him being mauled by a couple of pissed convicts inside his cell still doesn’t seem like enough justice.”
Draco sighed.
“Blaise, those pissed convicts had several pointy objects in their possession. I think mother’s death has been justified with his.”
Blaise frowned. “I’ll never get how you can forgive him. He didn’t treat anyone like a human being. Not even his family.”
Draco sipped the glass brandy on his desk and said softly.
“He is and will always be my father. He may not have been loving and caring like all the rest but he raised me in the cruel, twisted way he thought was right. It was to be expected seeing as his father treated him the same way. His only miscalculation was that my mother wasn’t as cold-hearted as she made out to be.”
“Whatever you say, Draco.”
“Hmm.”
Blaise suddenly remembered the take-out.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got Chinese in the dining. Want to join me?”
Draco shrugged, “Sure. I haven’t had anything since breakfast.”
“How in the world to you manage to make it through the day? You don’t eat, sleep or do anything fun. I’m surprised that you haven’t driven yourself to insanity yet.”
“Oh shut it. I work hard, is that a problem?”
Blaise threw up his arms, “Of course it’s a problem! Malfoy Corporation won’t blow up or go down in the drain if you skip out for one night.”
“Says you. I don’t think you’re the right person to be giving advice on company management.”
“I’m just saying.”
Draco opened the bag and took out a pair of chopsticks.
“I appreciate the worry. Hey, is this Yang Chow?”
Blaise tossed a dumpling inside his mouth, “Yeah, with some siomai. Just how you like it, right?”
Draco smiled and ate some of the yellow rice.
“Maybe you are good for something after all.”
Blaise grinned, “Maybe.”
After about twenty minutes of eating in comfortable silence, Draco threw the box inside the nearest trash bin.
Blaise rummaged inside the paper bag and threw something at him. Draco caught it and felt something crunch inside his fist.
“What in the world--?”
“It’s a fortune cookie. You get them for free from the Chinese restaurant.”
He then proceeded to bite his in half and take out a small strip of white paper.
“‘The man you have been planning to take to dinner will say yes. Take my advice and try not mention his ex-boyfriend.’”
Draco raised his eyebrow, “Are fortune cookies supposed to be this specific?”
Blaise shrugged, “Who knows? They always end up being true. At least those from this restaurant.”
Draco leaned into him and asked, “So tell me, Blaise, who is this elusive man you wish to date?”
“Seamus Finnigan. He broke up with that Thomas guy last week.”
“Finnigan? The Irish bloke you were caught making out with?”
“Yep.”
“You have the most peculiar taste in men.”
Blaise rolled his eyes and eyed the crushed cookie in Draco’s hand.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to read yours? You kind of crushed the cookie.”
“Oh right.” Draco took out the crumpled piece of paper and read it out loud, “‘A chance meeting with a bespectacled person from the past will change your life.’ Uh-huh. Blaise?”
“What is it?”
Draco held up his fortune and asked, “Is it just me or does this note look handwritten?”
Blaise grinned, “You’re turning paranoid in your old age, Malfoy.”
“Shut up, Zabini.”
break HPDM break
Somewhere downtown another person was walking into a similar scenario with two similar fortunes inside a certain Chinese take-out paper bag.
“Oi! Is anyone home?”
“In the kitchen, Seamus!”
Seamus tossed the take-out bag onto the couch when he saw black smoke coming from the said kitchen. There was also a putrid odor of rotting meat permeating throughout the house.
“Harry! What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?”
Harry coughed through the smoke and shut the oven with his foot. He was carrying what looked like remnants of roast chicken.
“I was cooking?”
Seamus poked the burnt chicken with his finger, “Trying to burn down the house more like it. You know you suck at cooking.”
“Sorry.” Harry said, “Ron sort of dared me to try cooking again and, well, this is the result.”
“I’m killing him tomorrow. After a hard day at work, I expect our apartment to be not burned down to the ground.”
Harry snickered. “Hard day at work? Aw, poor Seamus… Did you get teased by the little kids at the daycare?”
“Shut it, Harry.” Seamus snapped, “Those little kids are demons in disguise! They appear like angels in front of their parents but morph when they leave! It’s horrifying!”
“Stop being such a cry baby. The kids are what? Four?”
“Seven and a half,” Seamus pouted, “That one kid kicked me in the shin when I said that he looked like he was six.”
Harry made a face. “Ouch. Why are you dealing with the older ones anyway? Didn’t you use to work with the toddlers?”
“Yeah. But apparently, when you get good at your job you get promoted to the Ninth Circle of Hell ones.”
Harry threw the blackened chicken into the trash and commented, “Then you must be really good at yours then.”
Seamus slumped by a green counter.
“Imagine if I got better! I’ll get sent over to the twelve year olds! They like Satan’s spawns themselves!”
Harry laughed out loud, “If only I could be there… Oh well.”
Seamus motioned to the living room and said, “Come on. I’ve got Chinese.”
“Yum.”
Harry plopped down into an armchair and dug into his Chow Mein. Seamus bit into an egg roll.
“So, how are things going on at that job hunt?”
Harry swallowed thoughtfully and replied, “Well, the agency told me that they had finally found a company looking for an intern to fill in since the errand boy got into some horrid accident with the paper copier.”
“That’s great! What’s the company’s name?”
Harry shrugged, “They never told me. They just told me not to get too happy since the said company fires a lot of their interns in a week. Some of the ones that the agency sent spent no more than three days because the president is very, very anal about the way he does things.”
Seamus chugged down the beer bottle by his feet and asked, “What is your job anyway?”
“I think it’ll have something to do with finances since Accounting is my major. Basically, I’ll probably stapling Financial Statements and giving everyone coffee.”
“I can’t believe you’re still an intern at age 23.” Seamus shook his head, “Let’s hope you don’t get fired.”
Harry held up his beer, “Cheers to that.”
The clinking of beer bottles was soothing to ear.
After finishing his sixth egg roll, Seamus fished out two fortune cookies from the take-out bag.
“Catch.”
Harry caught it with his hands, careful not crush it. Seamus opened his first and stuffed the cookie inside his mouth.
“Glutton.” Harry teased, opening his own.
“‘Someone will be asking you out soon, do not feel in doubt, he has good intentions. And if he starts talking about your ex, don’t get too offended’”
Harry shivered, “I hate how the fortune cookies from that place always come true. I remember the whole Cho incident…”
Seamus gagged, “Don’t remind me, Harry. It was so sick how the people from the Chinese place knew that she would be dressing up as a Dominatrix for your anniversary two years ago.”
“That’s why I don’t regret breaking up with her. She was just so…controlling.”
“Hear, hear.”
Harry read his own fortune.
“‘A chance meeting with a blonde person from the past will change your life.’ God, that sounds just so cryptic! What if its that Finch-Fletchley dude?”
Seamus grinned, “Don’t worry, Har. Just be careful on your job tomorrow.”
“I will.”
“I hope.” Harry added as an afterthought.
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Note from the Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:Whew! I like this chapter, probably because of the light humor. Send me your comments through a review! No updating till I get lots of reviews!
Esu-chan
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