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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
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Hello loyal readers. Here is another chapter. Don't fret, be brave. We will see more H/D horitzonal (maybe) action soon. Review if you get a chance. Much love goes out to my beta Slyth, who despite being ill with the flu, managed to work on this chapter for me. You are an awesome blossom :)

The light clacking of the hard soles of his Cadini boots on the marble floors held in time with the beating of his heart, as Draco took calm, measured steps towards the young male receptionist in the main lobby of Dodd & Gorem. Dodd & Gorem, located in the heart of Muggle London�s business district, was one of the few companies that contracted in both the Muggle and wizarding world. The company had two divisions. One division specialized in private security and had governmental contracts from around the globe. That side operated purely in the Muggle world. The other division specialized in adapting Muggle weapons for the wizarding world and creating new hexes and spells for various magical governments around the world.

The younger generation of politicians in the wizarding world had long realized that soon Muggle-born wizards would outnumber purebloods, and with that came the inevitable need to understand certain aspects of Muggle culture that would no doubt leech into the wizarding world. The ability to defend against Muggle weapons being one of them. Thus, Dodd & Gorem had been in high demand around the world, helping magical governments understand Muggle weapons, developing spells to shield against bullets and detect Muggle bombs, and adapting certain Muggle weapons for wizarding law enforcement organizations. Dodd & Gorem had been helping to upgrade the Auror division�s tactics and training repertoire even before the war. Once Harry formerly joined the Aurors he and Maximilian Dodd, who was CEO of the company, had spent long hours together creating a group of select spells and hexes just for the Class 5s. The two became fast friends and occasional lovers. Once Draco and Harry became a rather loose item, the three had indulged in the occasional three-way tryst, until one day it all came to a head. The memory of just why Maximilian was no longer on the menu did not help the rather formal, dour mood Draco had been in since waking with this errand in mind.
As he approached the desk Draco could feel the male receptionist�s gaze rake over him as it went from acknowledgment to appreciation to outright lust. The receptionist was dressed rather smartly, at least from the waist up as far as Draco could see. He wondered briefly if this receptionist was simply paid well to answer phones, of if the young man put in a little after-hours work for his boss. A large, welcoming smile, dimples and all, graced the young man�s face as Draco came to a stop at the desk.

�Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Dodd and Gorem. What can I do for you?� The perky receptionist was so bold as to flutter his eyes a bit and add a little drizzle of innuendo as he spoke.

�I am here to see Mr. Dodd.�

�Appointment?�

�No. Just let him know that Mr. Malfoy would like a word,� Draco replied in a tone that said, �he�ll want to see me, trust me.�

The receptionist took the hint and quickly placed a semi-hushed call. Moments later Draco was being personally ushered into the office of one Maximilian Dodd. As Draco entered he noticed two things: One, that the receptionist was lingering nervously just inside the door; Two, Maximilian was still fucking gorgeous, and Draco held no illusions about just how little it took for the man to look that way. Damn him.
Maximilian was the pureblood, Haitian-born, American-raised, half-Caucasian, half-Afro-Caribbean son of Seer Celestine Dodd and filthy-rich, deceased, British ex-pat, Russell Fount. The man was a walking advert for cultural diversity in any world. And much to Draco�s dismay, all that diversity had coalesced into a seriously handsome man. All five-foot eleven�inches of him was perfect; even Draco had a hard time suppressing wood when the man gazed at him with those big, burnt-sienna eyes. Harry had always teased that Draco hated Maximilian because they were too much alike. Maximilian, with his impeccably groomed copper-tinted dreadlocks and goatee, unblemished milk-chocolate skin, broad, full lips, and an ass as tight as a drum, was almost as persnickety as Draco when it came to grooming and fashion�almost. Plus the man was an unabashed bottom, especially for Harry. He was smart, cultured, had a good sense of humor, and rather kind. He was the kind of man that doted on his mother, gave to the poor, and was good with kids. He irked Draco to no end.
Maximilian had taken his mother�s last name because the Dodd family was to Haiti and the States what the Malfoys were in British wizarding society� without the ties to Voldemort. If the Malfoys were considered Dark, the Dodds were light gray at worst. They were wealthy, pureblooded and well respected. Having spent his summers in Haiti, where the term Dark Magic was a laughable concept as Haitians believed only in intent when it came to magic, Maximilian had seen Muggle and magic mix�and mix seamlessly. Haiti was a place without walls between the two worlds and no one batted an eye when the inexplicable happened. The little island�s inhabitants understood that there were some things for which there was no explanation and they lost no sleep over it. This is why the man was so good at walking the line between the Muggle world and the magical world. His Haitian mother had instilled in him a willingness to be a bridge between the two worlds, even if the two sides never crossed outside of Haiti. Being a metaphorical bridge had made the man a fortune to boot.

�Draco, what a�surprise. Had I known you would be visiting today I would have been sure to�well, never mind all that. What brings you here?� Maximilian asked as he scrutinized Draco, no doubt looking for non-existent flaws.
Draco was outfitted in a tailor-made, charcoal grey Muggle suit, adorned with barely there pinstripes, accented with a not-quite-pastel lavender tie and pocket scarf. The suit alone likely cost more than the little receptionist made in a month, but somehow under the investigative eye of Maximilian he felt almost naked. Jealousy was a foreign feeling for Draco and he hated the emotion. It itched and chaffed like cheap wool. It made his control slip and that just would not do. Everyone knew that Malfoys had control like Gringotts had galleons. To let something as trite as jealousy unnerve him set Draco�s temper on a hair trigger every time. Only two men had ever made him succumb to such an emotion and he had shared his bed with both�Maximilian being one.

�Afternoon, Max. I�ve come to talk a little business,� Draco said with a tight smile, as he glanced between Maximilian and his receptionist. �Privately, if you please.�

The receptionist startled slightly and took the hint. �I�ll just be�um�getting tea, shall I, Mr. Dodd?�

Maximilian gave Draco a questioning look, but as Draco gave a subtle shake of his head, he told the receptionist not to bother. Alone, the two men regarded one another warily for a few moments before Maximilian spoke again.

�Draco, please have a seat and tell me just what you would like to discuss.�

�I shall not be long, Max. I� I came to ask you for a favor,� Draco said, unable to suppress a slight grimace at the thought of being beholden to the man behind the desk.

The minute look of surprise that flickered in Maximilian�s eyes left as soon as it came. �Ask me? A favor? Well, this is a first, Draco. Let�s see, the last time I saw you, you threatened to� what was it again�rip of my bollocks and choke me with them? Yes, that was it. Now, here you are asking for favors... ,� Maximilian said, venom oozing between each word.

Draco went slightly red at the reminder of their last communication. �Yes, Max. I did say those things, but might I remind you that you left me little choice.�

�Hmm�indeed. I suppose my proposition for Harry, which you intercepted, was a bit forward. However, I was only being honest about my intentions. You two were far from exclusive if you recall. Were you afraid he would be tempted?� Maximilian asked, his tone falsely casual.

Draco�s eyes narrowed. �You and I have unfinished business on the topic of Harry, Max. I won�t deny that. However, I am here about Harry. Shall we dispense for a moment with the catfight so that I can get to the point of my visit?�

�Very well,� said Maximilian, who, before Draco could react, drew his wand and pointed towards Draco. Just as Draco readied to spring out of the way he heard Maximilian murmur the Imperturbable Charm before putting his wand away.

�Nervous, Draco? No need. I am not so desperate to take your place in Harry�s bed as to resort to bodily harm,� Maximilian added, unable to hide the glee in his eyes at Draco�s fear.

Draco was livid. The blond�s lips had thinned to nothing and his eyes were deathly cold. �You ever pull a wand in my presence unannounced again, Dodd and I swear before all that is magical you�ll learn just why I would have made a superb Death Eater,� Draco ground out, before taking a deep breath. �Now, as I was saying. I need a favor, for Harry�s sake.�

�Go on,� said Maximilian, as he relaxed back into his swivel chair, a smirk still playing on his lips.

�The Ancient�s Ball is coming up in a couple of weeks. I�d like you to make a few subtle inquiries among the blooded. I need to know what the current climate is amongst the moneyed patriarchs and politicos. Since it is well-known that I am involved with Harry, I can�t expect to get the answers you would to certain questions.�

�Certain questions?� Maximilian asked with a frown.

�Don�t play coy, Dodd. Regardless of how little the media has actually been able to get and publish, you know the target Harry has on his head. I remember quite well you nearly ripping one photographer�s eyes out when he tried to take a photo of the three of us at that strip club,� Draco said.

Maximilian nodded, �Yes, but what does that have to do with me making inquiries among the pureblood crowd?�

�I think there may be a plot to tarnish Harry,� Draco said.

�When is there not?�

�This is different. This is from higher up and I think there may be a larger purpose at work than just discovering Harry�s sexual escapades. I think�and I need your oath once I tell you� I think that someone is working to ensure that Harry�s credibility is so tarnished that he could never assume a political seat if he chose. And while Harry has no political aspirations at this time, those who are plotting would never believe it. Either they think Harry has his sights on changing the political landscape from the Minister�s seat, or that I am manipulating Harry into the position for political gain.�

�Are you?�

�No. You have my oath. So, do I have yours?�

Maximilian fingered his goatee in thought and gave a subtle nod before grabbing his wand and making the oath to not repeat what he had heard.

�I�ll do this because I know how dangerous the blooded can be when they get it into their minds that their ideals are threatened. I would not want to see harm befall Harry despite his current questionable�choices.�

�You have my gratitude,� Draco said with an eye roll. �Will additional compensation be required?�

�Give up Harry,� Maximilian said without missing a beat and no hint of jest in the request.

�Never.�

�Tell me, Draco. Have you ever considered that Harry might be better off without you? Seriously, consider the current issue about which we just spoke. If he were unlinked with you at least one element of this supposed plot would be void. Have you ever given any thought as to what his liaison with you has and will continue to cost him?�
Draco, annoyed by such an assumption, leaned forward so that he was on the edge of his seat. �Listen and listen well, Dodd. You know nothing about Harry and I. We have been through hell and back together. I have been his enemy, his friend and now his lover. I would protect him�have protected him�with my life. Just because you�ve spread your legs for him does not mean you know him,� Draco spat. Yet his stomach roiled with fear that what Maximilian was saying may hold a grain of truth.
�Maybe I don�t know Harry as well as you do, but I know enough. Perhaps he has no political aspirations because he knows that being with a Malfoy would be a death knell to any such goal. You know that there are things he feels very passionate about in this post-Voldemort era. There is a world of good he could accomplish if he simply spoke his desires to the right ear,� Maximilian stated, his voice almost seductive. �Tell me Draco, do you want him enough to ruin him? Do you think Harry will be satisfied playing cops and robbers forever? Harry�s spirit will not allow him to be idle for long when there are harmful policies and laws on the books. He will want to do more some day. Maybe not be the Minister of Magic, but every king needs a throne. Not to mention a�reputable partner. I can provide that. Can you?�
Draco let out a small chuckle and with great effort laced his voice with a detached calm. �I know you desire Harry, Max. I can actually respect you for that, even if I don�t like it. What�s not to want? Yet, I told you this before and I tell you again�he is not for you. Don�t try to come between us again.�
Maximilian rocked back into his chair and gave an incredulous laugh. �I won�t have to come between you. Chances are good that time will solve this problem for me. Malfoys are not known for their lasting, loving relationships, are they? It is in your nature to over demand. Harry is a giver by nature; you are a taker. It will not last. I am a patient man, as well as a patient lover, as you and Harry can both attest. You�ll slip soon enough and I�ll be there. Harry, whether he wants to be or not, is like royalty in the wizarding world. The man was born to lead. It is and always will be his purpose. I can help him achieve his goals, without manipulating him in the process. I�m not so sure you can say the same. Will you be a help or a hindrance when the time comes?�

Any other day, any other person, and Draco would have hexed him up one side and back down the other before they had said half the words Maximilian had dared. Sadly, Harry liked Maximilian even if they were no longer seeing one another naked. Plus he had reassured Harry this morning that nothing improper would happen during his visit. I promised, Harry.
Draco gave Maximilian a scathing glare before rising and moving towards the door. His mind was whirling at having his and Harry�s relationship laid bare and picked apart. He was as suited for Harry as he was for the clothes he wore. Yet, as per usual, Maximilian was able to place doubts where none had been before. All of this came on the heel of he and Harry discussing taking their relationship to the next level. Draco�s emotions were trying to get the better of him. He took a hand and smoothed his hair, which was flowing loosely down his back, while he recaptured his composure. He gathered his scrambled thoughts and faced his competition.

�I will be whatever Harry needs and unlike you, I happen to be the one he wants,� Draco said with a subdued defiance, yet still managing to exude confidence while on the inside he was shaken and confused. �I will call the day after the ball. Good day, Dodd.�

Draco strode out of the office, his head held high and his heart aching with doubt. He had chanted silently to himself while dressing prior to the meeting that he would not allow Maximilian Dodd to get to him. Yet, he had failed spectacularly. He needed Harry. Harry. With thoughts of vivid green eyes, bulging biceps and a dancing phoenix tattoo in his mind, Draco entered the Apparition chamber disguised as a janitor�s closet just inside the stairwell by the elevators and Apparated back to the Manor, where he hoped to find the reassurance he so desperately needed.
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