A Business Affair

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Chapter Twelve: What a Predicament


Draco smirked, satisfied.

Harry scrambled to cover himself up. He was glaring at Draco, who stood shirtless at the entrance to the shower. "What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

Draco quirked an eyebrow, continuing to smirk his infuriating smile. "Why, joining you, of course," he said smoothly.

Harry watched in horror as Draco stripped off his jeans and boxers and stepped inside the stall with him. Harry backed away as far as he could go which, granted, wasn't very much. He covered his eyes and spoke to the wall, holding out a hand to stop Draco coming any closer.

"What--stop! You can't--Malfoy, get out!"

Draco scoffed and snickered slightly. He quite enjoyed watching Harry panic so much. He moved further into the stall, trapping Harry against the back wall. Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I think we both know you don't want that," Draco drawled, taking an obvious glance downward.

Harry was still covering himself up, though an erection was starting to grow, to his annoyance. He blushed and glared at Draco. He was angry at him for everything. "Malfoy," Harry growled, trying to ignore the growing erection. "If you don't get out of here right now, I'm going to--"

"You're going to what?" Draco asked mischievously, moving closer to Harry so that they're wet bodies were almost touching. Harry swallowed hard, wishing he was anywhere else.

Despite his predicament, he couldn't help noticing how Draco's pale skin gleamed under the flow of the water. His muscled were taught and toned but not too much so.

Draco moved even closer, his hand grazing along Harry's side.

Harry squeaked slightly and felt an unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach. He looked up into Draco's smirking face. "Malfoy," he said, trying to control his quickened breathing. "Don't!"

"Don't what?" Draco asked innocently. He leaned forward so that his lips were barely touching Harry's. "This?"

He pressed his lips forward onto Harry's. Harry didn't move. His eyes were wide as he stared at Draco up close. From this angle, he could see that he had perfect skin.

Draco could tell Harry wasn't responding. He moved his body closer to Harry's, pushing him flush up against the wall. He moved a hand up and laid it against the wall behind Harry.

Harry gasped when he felt Draco's erection pressing into his own, now uncovered, erection. Draco took full advantage of the momentarily open mouth and thrust his tongue inside. He massaged Harry's tongue with his own.

Harry's eyes began to drift close, despite his brain's yelling. Draco felt Harry starting to respond and increased the energy of the kiss. It became more passionate. Harry gave a muffled moan into Draco's mouth.

Harry's hands began moving over Draco's lithe frame. They ran over his back and shoulders, finally coming to run through the silky strands of his now wet hair. Draco licked and nibbled Harry's lower lip lightly. Harry whimpered slightly as Draco finally pulled away from his mouth.

He wasn't disappointed for long. Draco's tongue slid over his neck, dipping in the crevices between his neck and shoulder. Draco bit down lightly on the tanned flesh, drawing a groan from Harry. He moved up and sucked on the skin of Harry's exposed neck.

Draco's other hand, which had been resting on Harry's hip, moved down between the two panting bodies. Draco smirked against Harry's neck as his hand wrapped around Harry's throbbing cock and was rewarded with a squeak from said boy.

Draco nibbled along Harry's neck, leaving tiny marks up and down the perfect skin. Harry whimpered as Draco began to stroke his aching erection slowly. Harry was panting heavily by now. Draco's hand worked steadily, massaging Harry's member.

Harry could feel himself approaching his climax. He gripped onto Draco's hips tightly, trying to stop. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was wrong. His body didn't seem to care.

He groaned when Draco stroked harder and faster. Harry bit his lip, trying not to, but it was useless. He felt his climax building inside himself.

"Ma--" he started to say, but Draco cut him off with a harsh kiss. Harry's cry of release was muffled by Draco's mouth. Draco kissed him one last time before backing away from the panting boy.

Draco surveyed Harry's swollen lips with some satisfaction. Harry leant against the tiled wall, breathing heavily. Harry watched Draco uncertainly. He didn't know what was going to happen now.

He knew that none of that should have happened, that he should have stopped it, but he hadn't. Harry quickly pushed past Draco and out of the shower. Draco followed him lazily, watching him scurry around, changing his clothes as fast as humanly possible.

"Leaving so soon, Potter?" Draco drawled, leaning casually against the wall, still stark naked. Harry glanced over at him quickly before scowling and pulling a sweater over his head. Without another word, Harry turned and walked quickly out of the room.

Draco watched him go with a satisfied smirk gracing his features. He glanced down and cursed. He was still hard, not having gotten off. He groaned and went back to the shower room.

He turned on the hot water and got under the steaming flow. He sighed in content as his own hand moved down his body to grasp his still straining erection. He breathed a sigh of relief as he began to stroke himself. Images swam before his face; many wizards he'd known in the past flew by.

His mind settled on the image of a dark haired wizard. Draco gasped as his pace increased, bringing him closer to the edge. He saw the dark haired wizard sucking on his cock, looking up at him through the most dazzling green eyes he'd ever seen.

In a moment, Draco cried out as he came forcefully. He relaxed and stood under the hot water, allowing it to wash away all traces. He fantasized for a moment about his dark haired lover.

Seconds later, his eyes shot open and his mouth dropped.

"Fuck!" he cursed. He had just realized who he'd been picturing. It had been Potter, that bastard! Draco's face transformed into a scowl as he realizes this.

He turned off the water and got out quickly. He threw his clothes back on, making sure to check his appearance in the mirror before he left. He ran a hand through his wet hair, standing it up slightly. He shook his head slightly, sending water everywhere.

He looked around the changing room one last time before grabbing his jacket and striding out.

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"Hermione, I need help."

Hermione looked up sharply and gave him a confused and concerned look. She quickly set little Jamie down in his play pen and moved over to the couch. She sat down, all the while her eyes never leaving Harry. He was standing by her window, looking out at the sunny garden.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked. He sighed and came over to sit on the couch with her. She took her hand in his looking extremely concerned.

"I did something bad," Harry said quietly, not looking at her.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding. "What do you mean?" she asked searchingly.

Harry sighed again and looked up at her. "Hermione, have you ever done something that you knew was wrong, I mean, really wrong. But you couldn't help yourself from enjoying it? Even though you knew that it was bad and shouldn't be happening?"

Hermione paused, confused. "I'm not sure if I understand," she said slowly.

Harry blinked back a tear and looked away from her, taking his hand back. "I mean, have you ever..." He stopped, trying to control his emotions. "Okay, you know how back in school we used to break the rules all the time and usually it turned out fine, right?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed cautiously.

"Well, we knew it was wrong and that we shouldn't be doing it, but we still did."

"What are you saying?"

"What if it had been worse? What if... maybe... some of the consequences had been much worse than detention?" Harry watched Hermione carefully.

She appeared extremely confused. "What do you mean?" she asked finally.

"I mean this is one of those things. I didn't mean to do it, but I couldn't stop it," Harry said desperately. "And now I feel horrible. What am I going to do? I should have never have let this happen!"

"What are you talking about?!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Nothing, I--no, this was a mistake. I'm sorry, Hermione." Harry stood up quickly and Hermione watched him in confusion. She stood up and followed him to the door. He rushed out and down the pathway.

"Harry!" she called after him. Harry didn't look back though. He hurried to the Apparition point ignoring her cries of protest.

In a Pop he was gone. Hermione sighed and looked at the spot he'd disappeared from. She shook her head in despair.

A second later, there was another Pop and Blaise appeared, looking very handsome in a dark blue suit. He smiled at her and greeted her with a kiss.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, walking her into the house.

"Harry," Hermione sighed.

Blaise groaned and Hermione gave him a look. "Sorry," he apologized, "but why is he here so much? Shouldn't he be at home?"

"I don't know," Hermione said hopelessly. "He said he did something bad."

"Bad?" Blaise asked, interested. His mind wandered back to his previous conversations with Draco.

"Yeah, I don't know. He wasn't really being clear," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Hmm," Blaise said quietly. "Did he seem upset?"

"Well, he kept going on about consequences and back when we were in school. It was all a bit confusing."

"Yeah," Blaise agreed.

"I guess we won't find out for awhile," Hermione said sadly.

"That's okay," Blaise said, hugging her to his side. "We really don't need to know about his problems."

Hermione gave him a half reproachful look then turned to Jamie in the crib. She lifted the little boy into her arms and smiled at him.

"You're probably right," she sighed. He smiled at her then left to change his clothes. She turned to the baby in her arms. "What do you think, Jamie?" she asked the giggling baby. "Do you think he's going to tell us, or will we have to find out on our own?"

Jamie just giggled and spluttered a little spit bubble. Hermione sighed and hoisted him up higher in her arms.

"You're probably right. I guess I shouldn't push this. It could only make it worse."

***

The doorbell rang slowly and lazily. Ginny got to her feet from the couch, where she had been sitting drinking a cup of tea to calm her emotions. She shuffled to the door and opened it slowly.

Ron stood in the doorway. When she opened it, he peered in. He frowned as he looked around the room. Ginny raised an eyebrow at her brother as he made his surveillance.

"What do you want, Ron?" she asked finally.

Ron frowned again and stepped back. "Is Harry here?" he asked.

"No," Ginny said, as though it was obvious. "Why are you looking for him?"

"No reason," Ron said quickly. He glanced one more time around the empty room and sighed. "Shouldn't he be back soon? Didn't his practice end like an hour ago?"

Ginny sighed and retreated back into the living room. Ron furrowed his eyebrows and followed her. She sat down on the couch again and picked up her now luke-warm cup. She stared down at its contents sadly.

Ron sat down beside her, watching her carefully. "What's wrong?"

"It's Harry," Ginny said. "I think he's hiding things from me."

"Why would he do that?" Ron asked.

Ginny sighed again. "I don't know!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I don't know why he would hide things from me! I do everything right. I let him do what he wants. I don't say anything when he stays out later than he needs to! I am a good wife."

Ron just stared at his sister. From what Harry had told him, little of that was true. He was too scared of Ginny's temper to say anything against her. When he realized she was waiting for him to respond, he tried.

"Uh...I...um...Yeah, Ginny. You're a good wife," he stuttered out.

She eyed him suspiciously but seemed to accept his answer. "He must be doing something," she muttered darkly to herself.

"Ginny," Ron said quickly. "Don't jump to conclusions. He could just be in a bad mood."

"For the past three months?!" she exclaimed. "No, Ron, something is going on."

"Maybe this is why," Ron muttered to himself.

"What?" Ginny asked sharply, her eyes blazing.

"Nothing," Ron said quickly, sensing trouble. "Um, I have to go. If you see Harry, tell him I stopped by."

Ron got up then and practically ran to the door. Ginny watched him through narrowed eyes. On his way out of the building, Ron nearly ran into Harry who was on his way in.

"Whoa, Harry," he said as he caught sight of him.

"What are you doing here, Ron?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Uh... I was looking for you," Ron said apprehensively. "And I think I may have upset Ginny."

"No!" Harry said, his eyes widening. "You didn't. Please tell me you didn't."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron said hurriedly. "I really am, and I need to talk to you, but not now, obviously."

"No," Harry whispered to himself and Ron gave him a sympathetic glance.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I have to go. Good luck."

"Yeah, luck," Harry muttered. Ron waved goodbye and vanished from the spot. Harry looked up at the ominous building and sighed. He was going to have to face her sooner or later. It really didn't matter; she would be mad either way.

Harry trudged up to his apartment slowly, very unwilling to face what he knew would be awaiting him. Before opening the door, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He turned the knob and walked into the room, pretending nothing was wrong.

He didn't see Ginny on first glance. The living room was empty which he took to be a good sign. He took of his coat and hung it up carefully, just in case Ginny was lurking somewhere waiting to attack him.

He walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She wasn't in the kitchen either. Harry stopped, puzzled. Where was she? He knew she couldn't have gone far. She couldn't have Apparated out of the room, and he would have seen her leaving through the front door. She had to be in the flat somewhere...

Harry walked out into the living room and surveyed it once more. She wasn't there. He turned around and his eyes fell on the door to their bedroom which was ajar. His Quidditch poster was still stuck resolutely to the wall.

He went over to the door and pushed it open. The blinds were shut and the room was dark. The whole room had an ominous feeling. Harry crept in carefully and saw a dark shape sitting on the bed.

Suddenly a light was flicked on. Ginny was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to the headboard. A small lamp on the side table was lit, giving the dark room a yellowish glow.

"Hi, honey," Harry said, trying to sound cheerful. Ginny didn't respond and Harry hung his head. He wondered what it would be about this time.

"Sit," she said in a quiet and dangerous voice. Harry perched himself carefully on the edge of the bed, looking as if he was preparing to bolt at any moment.

"Yeah?" he asked nervously. Ginny took a deep breath while Harry watched in apprehension.

"I want you to tell me the truth," she said finally.

"Th-the truth?" Harry asked, starting to worry.

"Yes. What are you keeping from me?"

"Nothing," Harry said sincerely while silently kicking himself.

"Nothing?" she repeated, mocking him.

"No," Harry said desperately, hoping she couldn't see through his lies. All the time the incident from the morning was playing through his head.

Ginny got up from her place on the bed and moved over to Harry's side. Harry stood up quickly and faced her. Her eyes were narrowed and for a second they flickered to the poster behind him. They darkened significantly as she tore her gaze away from the flying players.

"Harry," she said through gritted teeth. "Just tell me the truth. What are you keeping from me?"

"I am telling you the truth!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "Nothing. I'm not keeping anything from you."

"Harry," she breathed, obviously trying to control her temper. "I know you are lying to me."

"How? How do you know?" Harry asked, getting annoyed.

"I'm smarter than you think I am, Harry," she said condescendingly.

"You're not that smart," he said angrily.

Ginny's eyes flared and, in a second, her hand was raised and a loud smack resonated around the room.

Harry held a hand to his cheek where a red handprint was rapidly appearing.

"Ow! Fuck! Why did you do that?!" he exclaimed, staring at her. She didn't say anything, just looked at him. Harry looked disgusted. "I have to get out of here," he said, giving her a dark look.

Ginny didn't say anything as he left the room. She heard the front door open and slam shut. All the while she stared down at the palm of her hand.

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