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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry awoke the morning after the wedding with a buzz still in his head from doing firewhiskey shots with George and Charlie. He groaned when he discovered the other side of the bed was empty and cool. He’d been too drunk to respond to Draco’s attempts at seduction and now thought Draco was off pouting somewhere.

He pulled on a t-shirt and wandered down the stairs in pajama bottoms, following the sounds of laughter from the kitchen.

“Merlin’s beard, Harry. Some small animal has made a nest on your head!” George laughed.

Harry unsuccessfully tried to press his hair down. He winced at the sunlight pouring through the windows, as well as the loud conversations.

Slipping down into a chair, Harry put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion. “How is it you’re not hungover, George? You had more firewhiskey than I did.”

“Ah, but you’re a lightweight,” George said. “Everybody knows benders can’t hold their liquor.” He winked at Percy.

Draco put down a cup of tea in front of Harry. He turned to George. “You seem awfully fascinated by the homosexual world. Would you like to give it a try?”

“Uh, I was only joking,” George stammered.

“That’d be news to me, “Angelina chimed in. “How about you, then? Would you like to see how the other end lives?” She winked at Draco.

He grinned. He could see why she was a good match for George.

“You’d be first on my list, should I ever decide to go there,” he retorted back.

“George, darling, may I have a banger. A big, fat one,” Angelina asked sweetly, then winked at him as well.

“All right, all right. Enough with that talk,” Molly said. “I’m trying to eat my breakfast.”

Harry reached out and took a crumpet from a pile that Draco was occasionally adding to. He buttered it while listening to the Weasleys go on about the wedding, and how beautiful Hermione looked and so on. He noticed a distinct absence of Harry’s rant at Neville and the disruption he had caused.

“These are the best crumpets I’ve ever had,” Arthur proclaimed. “Oh, sorry dear,” he grinned sheepishly at Molly. “Yours are delicious. I, uh, meant the best, besides yours,” he back peddled.

Molly gave him a put-on scowl. “He’s right, Draco. These are perfect. Pass the honey, Percy. Would you?”

“Well, everybody knows fairies make the best cooks,” Draco smirked.

“Percy makes a hell of a toad in the hole,” George commented.

Suddenly, Percy stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “Will you shut the fuck up!” He glared at George. “Why does every bloody conversation in this house turn to bloody queers. You’re fucking obsessed.”

“Percy, dear,” Molly started.

“No mum. I’m tired of it.” Percy addressed George again. “If you’ve got something to say, just fucking say it.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the kitchen. Without another word, Percy left out the back door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made that fairy comment,” Draco offered.

“No, that was all directed at me,” George said.

“You shouldn’t push him so hard,” Molly told him.

George followed Percy out the door.

Ron and Hermione appeared in the kitchen doorway, still in their bedclothes. “Whose funeral?” Ron asked when he saw all the serious faces.

“What are you doing down here?” Molly asked. “I thought you would sleep in. I was going to send Ginny up with a tray in a bit.”

“He smelled the food,” Hermione giggled. “There was no stopping him. Besides, we want to get ourselves moving. We have a honeymoon to go on.” She blushed slightly.

“Where are Bill and Fleur?” Ron asked, as he piled a plate high with crumpets, a few back rashers, and eggs.

“They left last night,” Molly said.

“Charlie and Clive, too,” Ginny added, mainly to nip any comments anyone might have about her and Clive.

“Mum, these are the best crumpets you’ve ever made. You’ve got to teach Hermione how to make these,” Ron said through a stuffed mouth.

“I’d be happy to,” Draco said, sipping his tea.

Ron raised his eyebrows.

“Good luck,” Ginny giggled.

Hermione pursed her lips. “Hey, I’ve improved a lot.”

“My offer stands.”

“I may take you up on that,” Hermione said. “After the honeymoon.”

After a bit more wedding talk, discussion had finally turned to Harry and Draco.

“It seemed to go well yesterday,” Ginny said. “I mean, aside from interrupting the first dance.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that, mate. I was glad to have the attention off myself for a while,” Ron nudged Harry.

“Don’t delude yourself, dear. It was Hermione’s day,” his mum told him.

“It could have been much worse, I suppose,” Harry said. “Seamus was curt. And Parvati made a remark about the Yule Ball--again.” He laughed, “She said I could have saved a lot of people the trouble if I had simply asked Draco. But for the most part I think it went well.”

“Harry, it’s only a matter of time before the news gets out,” Hermione reminded him. “It would be better if it came from you.”

“What do you mean, Mione? You think he should announce it in the Prophet?” Ron asked, still, with food in his mouth. “Rita Skeeter would eat him alive.”

“Actually, I was thinking the Quibbler.”

“Lovegood’s paper?” Draco asked. “He’s barmy, isn’t he?”

“Well, yes. But I’m sure he’d be more objective than the Prophet.”

“I didn’t think that many people read the Quibbler,” Harry said. “Maybe it would be best to start small.” Harry sighed heavily. There was no turning back now.

“I’ll go with you,” Draco offered.

“One step at a time. I’ll just go to tell them what I’ve been doing for the past couple of years.” Draco shot him a look. “Some of what I’ve been up to,” Harry corrected. “This is so strange. Do people really care what I do any more?”

“Rumors have been flying since you disappeared. Well, it looks like you disappeared to the wizarding community,” Ron said. “People ask me all the time at work if I’ve seen you, what you’re doing, why you’ve been away. They still want to know.”

“What about Draco? Do they wonder about him?”

Ron hesitated. “Most people think he’s a Death Eater in hiding.”

“What?”

“Harry, calm down,” Draco said. “Remember the girl from the restaurant? She thought the same thing. It’s only natural.”

“I tell anyone who asks that he’s not under investigation, Harry. I swear,” Ron claimed.

“You know what, I said I didn’t care what anyone else thought and I meant it. We’re not announcing anything. We’re just going to do what we’re going to do. And if they don’t like it, they can go to Hell.” Harry got up from the table and went into the sitting room.

“Oh, dear,” Molly said. “The poor boy.” She looked at Draco. “This is not going to be an easy time for the two of you. But we’ll be here if you need us.”

Draco glanced around the room. Even Ginny’s face held sincere concern.

“Thank you,” he replied, humbled by their generosity. His father had always led him to believe the Weasleys were lesser beings, because of their economic status. But getting to know them for the past two days, Draco could see how Harry had come to love them as his own family. “You have no idea how much that means.” Not wanting to appear too emotional, he changed the subject. “I’d better start cleaning up the mess I made. Harry and I should be going soon.”

“Sit,” Angelina said. “Ginny and I will clean up. It’s the least we can do for not having to make breakfast.”

The girls got up to tidy the kitchen while Draco sipped his tea and surreptitiously observed the ginger family. They were the sort of family Draco had wished for as a child, and the complete opposite of his. Lots of siblings, warm and loving parents, in an inviting home, and seemingly no insanity.

As Harry and Draco said their goodbyes, they made promises to return before too long. Draco had invited Arthur to visit and promised to take him on the Tube, and whatever other Muggle activities he wished to try. Harry noticed that Percy even shook hands with Draco.

They arrived at Draco’s flat first, so he could feed Percival.

“Draco, did you name your owl after Percy?”

Draco laughed. “No, I bought him from someone who’d had him for six months, then decided he didn’t want an owl. He was already named. Actually, it never occurred to me that he shared a name with a Weasley.”

“What went on between you two?”

“Not exactly what you’re thinking. We had a run in back at Hogwarts, but he wasn’t a student any more. It was when Umbridge took over and Percy was sent by the Ministry to help her keep order. I played a very mean trick on him. I’m not proud of it, but I think he accepted my apology.”

“What did you do?”

Draco hesitated. He had told Percy it wasn’t his to tell, implying that he wouldn’t tell Harry. “There are a lot of very mean things I did. I’d like to forget them, if it’s all the same to you. Besides, I told Percy I wouldn’t talk about it.”

Harry nodded. He would let it go, but his curiosity would drive his imagination. Draco could see it in his face.

“There’s nothing between us. At all,” Draco assured Harry.

“All right, then.”

Draco unpacked his small bag while Harry made tea for them.

“They really liked your crumpets,” Harry said, out of the blue.

“Yes, they seemed to.”

“Ron and Hermione told them bout the biscuits they had at my flat.”

Draco made a face. “Those were three days old. You didn’t let them try those, did you?”

“Ron loved them. Well, Mione did too, but Ron was really impressed.”

Draco didn’t say anything. He was a bit of a pastry snob, and he knew it. He preferred to eat and serve baked goods the same day. Perhaps the next day, but no longer.

“He told George about them,” Harry continued.

Draco stopped unpacking. “All right. What are you getting at? I know there’s a point somewhere in there.”

“Well, I was thinking . . . maybe George would like to invest.”

“In what?”

“Your bakery, of course. His shop is doing phenomenally well. You know, he donated a sizable amount of money for the revitalization of Diagon Alley.”

“I’m not taking charity,” Draco said flatly.

“It wouldn’t be charity. It would be a business investment,” Harry countered.

“I don’t want another partner. People who invest money always want a say in the business.”

“But George is different. He doesn’t even like to deal with the business end of his own business.” Harry bit his lip. “Another partner? Did you find someone to be your partner?”

Draco chuckled. “Why do you think I’ve been teaching you the techniques?”

“You want me to be your business partner?”

“Oh, you don’t want to?” Draco pursed his lips. “I assumed . . . you said you wanted to help. I guess I shouldn’t have.”

“But I don’t know how good a partner I’d be. I can’t make sweets like you can.”

“There are lots of important things that need to be done.” Draco reminded him. “You’re so much more personable than I. What am I saying, I’m not personable at all. You’d be so much better with customers. I can’t do it all alone. I’d have to hire some employees anyway.”

Harry bit his lip. He did like the idea of working with Draco. “I thought I was just going to help you get the business off the ground while I figured out what to do with my life. Are you certain?”

“You’ve helped me perfect some of the spells already. It’s only fair that I should take you on as a partner. It would be improper for me to sleep with an employee,” he smirked.

“Employee? As if.” Harry feigned insult. “That would be sexual harassment,” Harry joked.

“Seriously, Harry.” Draco’s demeanor changed. He exhaled sharply. “I need you. I need you to be my partner, Harry. In every sense of the word. And I’m not just talking about a business venture.”

“What are you talking about, exactly?” Harry suddenly felt nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, now. Move in with me.”

“Draco, I . . . are you sure you want that? I mean, you’re somewhat particular about things. Do you want me coming in and messing up all of your things? It’s a small space.”

“Not here. Someplace new. Actually, I was hoping to secure a space in Diagon Alley with living quarters above it,” Draco explained. “Is that something you’d be interested in?” He anxiously awaited Harry’s answer.

In Harry’s mind, he imagined waking up, beside Draco, well before dawn to open their shop together. Working side by side all day, then retiring back up to their flat at the end of the day was an appealing thought.

“Yes,” Harry grinned. “That’s something I’d definitely be interested in.”

Draco kissed him softly, then rested his forehead on Harry’s.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

A scratching noise at Draco’s window and a screech from Percival disrupted their sappy moment.

Harry frowned. “Whose owl is that?”

Draco went to the window, muttered a spell and opened it. A small dark brown owl with cream colored speckles flew in and perched on top of Percival’s cage.

Biting his lip, Draco removed the message tied to its foot.

“It’s from Blaise,” he said. “I owled both him and Pansy before we left for the wedding.”

“You told them about us?”

“I figured if people were going to see us at the wedding, I should at least tell them first, before finding out from someone else.”

“Are you going to open it?” Harry gestured to the still unopened parchment.

Smiling sadly, “As long as I don’t, Blaise and I are still friends.”

“You don’t really think he’d drop you because of me, do you?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Sitting down on a hunter green settee, Draco carefully unrolled the parchment. Showing little emotion, he read the letter silently. Harry went to the kitchen table and sat down to his tea, giving Draco some privacy.

Very shortly after, Draco joined him.

“Well?”

Draco chuckled. “He wants to know what took me so long.”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Apparently, I wasn’t as good at hiding my feelings as I thought.”

“So, he’s all right with it? Brilliant. You didn’t tell him about your job, did you?”

“No. We’ll be out soon enough. I saw no reason to make that confession,” Draco said. “I’m sorry I accidentally mentioned the studio to Hermione.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, what were you two talking about when I came in?”

Draco’s eyes widened in panic as he tried to quickly come up with something. Not a lie, exactly. But something other than the truth.

Frowning, Harry got up and took his cup to the sink.

“Never mind. Let me guess. It’s another thing you promised not to tell me.”

“Harry,” Draco sighed. He hated that other people had put him in this position. He was forced to choose between keeping an acquaintance's confidence and keeping his relationship with Harry completely open. It was a no brainer.

Draco got up and stood behind Harry in the kitchen area, putting his hands on either side of sink. He nuzzled the back of his neck.

“I don’t want any secrets to come between us. Especially other people’s secrets.”

Harry hung his head. He thought Hermione had obviously told Draco something she didn’t want Harry to know. He didn’t want Draco to have to break that confidence. They had just begun to form some sort of a relationship. And he honestly didn’t give a rat’s arse about Percy. Harry turned around to face Draco.

“No, if they asked you to keep it to yourself, you should,” he told Draco.

“But I don’t care what they want. I only care about you.”

Harry smiled. “I would have believed that a month ago. But when I walked downstairs this morning and saw you making breakfast . . . you’re starting to care about them.”

“I was simply making up for disrupting the wedding with our own drama.”

“You can tell yourself that, but I know better.” Harry kissed the side of Draco’s neck. “I know you care more about other people than you let on.” He kissed the other side. “You like to show that cool exterior, but I know underneath, you’re hot as Hell.” He nibbled lightly at Draco’s chin.

Draco smirked. “Are you trying to make up for last night?”

“Is it working?”

Pushing his hips into Harry, Draco asked, “What do you think?” He brushed his lips over Harry’s, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

“I think we need to move to the bed.”
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