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Circumstances of Change	By : SummerRequiem Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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
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Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, not mine. Nor is the title. Thanks to Meagan for that!!
Warnings: Selective Weasley and Dumbledore bashing; Severitus
Beta'd by: Meagan! Thanks so very much!!!!
A/N: First, to airhead622, you probably are reading too much into it, but I never noticed that until you said something. For those who want to know, she pointed out that if you put the elves' names together, you get Ashley. Also, thanks to everyone who gave me name suggestions, they were wonderful! So for Harry's name, thanks to elvenmagic. For Pansy's thanks to javlread. Lastly, for Draco's thanks to LoVeLy. I used my own idea for Blaise's 'cause I said so. And thanks go to LoVeLy again for the name she gave me for Blaise, I'm using it for the owner of the Prophet. :D Finally, I can't write Hagrid's speech so use your imagination when I get to that. You know what he sounds like. Finally, just a time line note, it's 3 days after the end of the last chapter.
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"May I help you?" A short, though thin, woman addressed a group of four very well dressed young people inside the Daily Prophet building. A man with reddish brown hair and blue eyes stood next to a woman who was two inches shorter than he was. The woman had long, wavy blonde hair, a tan, and a perfect hourglass figure. Behind them were two more men. The one behind the woman was also a brunet with light brown eyes. The last man was muscular with longish hair pulled back in a low ponytail, brown eyes, and naturally tanned skin.

"Yes, we would like to speak with the current owner of this newspaper," The man with reddish brown hair spoke with a slight southern United States accent.

"And may I ask who wishes to speak with him?"

"I am Charles Emerson Winchester the fourth," The man with the reddish brown hair answered again. "This is my fiancee GracieLou Freebush, my Law Wizard Alexander Federer," That was the other brunet man. "And my publicist Joshua Anderson," The last was the man with the ponytail.

"May I ask why you are here, Mr. Winchester?" The witch asked, gesturing for the group to follow her.

"Mr. Winchester would like to buy your paper," The Law Wizard, Federer, spoke up.

"Charlie, love, we don't have to be here long, do we?" The blonde woman simpered, her southern accent more pronounced than her fiancee's.

"Hopefully not, Miss Freebush."

"I didn't ask you Josh. Honey?"

"Most likely not," Charles answered.

"Good. It's so dreary here, Charlie. We'll still live in Georgia, right? I don't think I could stand living here all the time."

"GracieLou, we'll have to be here sometimes. But we will be in Georgia most of the time," Charles reassured her.

"Except the next month or so, Mr. Winchester. Your father said you must remain here for a month," Joshua, the publicist, spoke up again.

"That's too long, Charlie! I don't see why you agreed to this in the first place!" GracieLou complained.

"Because, love, if I didn't, Father would give his company to my cousin. Do you want Samuel to have my company?" Charles demanded.

"Mr. Winchester, we're here. This is the Prophet's owner, Mr. Daniel Smith. Mr. Smith, this is Mr. Charles Emerson Winchester the fourth, his Law wizard Alexander Federer, his publicist Joshua Anderson, and his fiancee GracieLou Freebush. He wishes to speak to you Sir," The woman announced.

"Thank you Mrs. Johnson. Please, gentleman and lady have a seat," He gestured to the seats in front of his desk. GracieLou took the one farthest back from the desk. "What can I help you with today?"

"Mr. Winchester would like to buy your newspaper, Mr. Smith," Alexander spoke first.

The owner of the paper laughed. "Mr. Winchester, my paper is not for sale, I assure you."

"And I assure you that every man has his price," Charles responded. "Name your price, nothing is too high."

"May I ask why you want to buy the Prophet?"

"My father will not let me take over his company until I prove to him that I can run a company myself. He searched around England and chose your newspaper."

"3,000 Galleons, Mr. Winchester."

"Done. Alexander, my money bag," Alexander handed Charles the blue bag Bill had given him at the bank that was directly connected to his vault. "Here you are, Mr. Smith. 3,000 Galleons," He handed him the coins in a separate bag they had brought along for this exact purpose.

"So we're done here then? Right, Charlie? We can go now?" GracieLou spoke up from behind them.

"That is entirely up to Mr. Smith," Charles stated.

"Enjoy the paper, Mr. Winchester. I hope you do well," Daniel stood, and shook all three men's hands. "If you would please come out into the main room with me so we may announce it to the staff?"

"Of course," Charles stood. "Alexander, Joshua, you can wait here if you think you should. Gracie, do you want to come with me?" Charles smiled at his fiancee.

"There will be a lot of people there?" she asked.

"There will, the entire staff is here today," Mr. Smith answered.

"I'll come," GracieLou stood up. Alexander and Joshua rolled their eyes at each other behind her back and Charles fought to hind his smirk. GracieLou linked her arm through Charles' and the four of them left the office.

They stopped where the entire staff could see them. "May I have your attention, please?" Mr. Smith called so the entire group could hear him. "I would like to introduce you to Mr. Winchester and his lovely fiancee Miss Freebush," Alexander and Joshua had stayed behind where most couldn't see them clearly. "Mr. Winchester has just bought the paper. Treat him with the respect he deserves. I will see you all at some other time," Mr. Smith waved to the staff and left the building.

"Mr. Winchester!" A reporter, which Charles instantly recognized as Marietta Edgecombe, stood and shouted for his attention.

"Who are you?" Charles responded anyway.

"Marietta Edgecombe. I had a question, Sir. Will you let one of us write a piece on you for the paper so the public knows that you have taken over the paper?"

Charles looked back at Joshua, who nodded. "I will. Let me read some of everyone's work and I will choose someone to do the article from there," He announced.

A tall woman with curly black hair approached the two of them. "Back to work!" She shouted to the room at large. "Mr. Winchester, Miss Freebush, my name is Abbey McKay. I'm the chief editor here at the Prophet."

"Wonderful, so you'll be able to run most everything here without my help, correct?"

"I already do, Sir. Mr. Smith had no idea how to run a newspaper either," Abbey smiled. "Though if you wish, I could teach you some basics about it."

"Thank you, Ms. McKay, but my fiancee and I are going back to our hotel for the day. Perhaps later this week," GracieLou broke in.

"Of course, Miss Freebush. And please, call me Abbey, I do work for you after all," Abbey smiled and turned to go back to her work.

Together, the four of them left the building. Alexander and Joshua side-long Apparated Charles and GracieLou back to Dunluce Castle. "Finite Incantatem," Charles waved his wand and faded back into Harry. GracieLou faded back into Pansy, Alexander faded back into Draco, and Joshua faded back into Blaise.

"Gods, I sound horrible!" Pansy complained immediately, having dropped the accent.

Blaise laughed. "You do, actually. It's kinda funny."

"It is not! It's horrible," The four of them entered the castle.

"How did it go guys?" Sirius asked when they walked in.

"Guys!" Draco called attention to them. "I would like to introduce you to the new owner of the Daily Prophet, Mr. Charles Emerson Winchester the fourth, also known as Harry Potter," he announced to everyone.

"Awesome!" Seamus grinned. He and Dean had come back over earlier that day and had been told of the plan.

"I don't know if you guys have thought of this yet, but what happens when they find out that you're you and not this Charles bloke?" Dean asked.

"Nothing. He never signed anything, there's no legal paper with his name on it. For all Smith knows, he just sold the Daily Prophet to the Dark Lord himself," Draco smirked.

Remus laughed. "This will definitely be fun to watch."

Everyone split up after that and went their ways. Harry wandered to the beach and sat in the sand. He'd taken to watching the waves for the past couple of days when he had free time. Sometimes, one of the others would follow him down and sit beside him. They didn't really speak because everyone knew that Harry came down there for the silence though they came to be there if he decided he needed to talk. Today, it was Draco who followed him.

They sat silently side by side, Harry sitting close enough to the water that it lapped up onto his feet, Draco sitting back a little farther. Harry leaned back and rested against Draco's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Draco asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just thinking," He sighed. Harry leaned his head back so he was looking up at the sky. Draco turned his head and pressed and a quick kiss to the side of Harry's neck. The two of them hadn't told anyone about the kisses they'd shared, not yet, but that didn't stop one other person from figuring it out. "Why hasn't Sev said anything to anyone else, do you think?"

"I'm his godson and he's obviously close to you. He'll keep this quiet until we figure everything out," Draco decided.

"Makes sense enough to me," Again they were both silent. Harry smiled and turned his head to kiss along Draco's neck. Realizing that if he tried to keep going in the position he was in, he would hurt himself, Harry sat all the way up and turned to straddle Draco's lap. He then resumed kissing up the blond's neck. Draco tilted his head back to give Harry better access. The brunet kissed all the way up the pale neck, across his chin, and finally crushed his lips to the other's lips.

Draco's arms came around Harry's waist to hold him there and Harry tangled his hands into blond hair as he continued to plunder Draco's mouth with his tongue. Harry moaned when he felt hardness beneath his own hard cock. He pushed his hips down and Draco moaned.

"Harry! Draco! It's time for dinner!" Hermione's voice sounded from not too far away.

"Damn it. Damn Hermione," Harry broke their kiss and rested his forehead on Draco's.

"Come on. She'll get Pansy or someone else soon," The two of them stood up, erections gone now that Hermione had interrupted them, and headed back into the castle for dinner.

A/N: *evil cackle* *runs and hides*

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