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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’s birthday was coming up in a week. Twenty was milestone enough to celebrate and Draco had made secret arrangements for Harry’s friends and adoptive family to join them.

Draco had been working on a special cake for the occasion. The goal was to have a small fireworks display burst out of the cake when it was cut. He had consulted George, since he was most definitely experienced with pyrotechnic magic. Unfortunately, Draco couldn’t experiment in front of Harry and therefor the two had spent several nights apart. It was amusing to Draco that, even after growing up an only child, sleeping alone, he found those nights without Harry by his side to be fitful. He had made excuses, however lame they had been, and he was afraid Harry was becoming suspicious. But Harry hadn’t made any mention of his birthday at all.

“Hey! Dragon,” Draco cringed, recognizing the annoying American accent of Jake behind him as he walked through the studio. He put on his best cheerful face and turned to him. It ended up looking like a sneer to Jake.

“Yes?” Draco asked impatiently.

“I just wanted to say, no hard feelings, eh?”

“About?” Draco had no idea what Jake was on about.

“I mean about you and Harry. I didn’t know the two of you were an item. At least that’s what I gather,” Jake said. “I wasn’t trying to steal him from you or anything.”

Ah, Jake was under the impression that he was a threat to his and Harry’s relationship. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Steal him from me? Harry is not a possession. He’s free to make his own decisions.”

“Of course, of course. But, you know, you seem like the jealous type. And . . . I wanted to make sure you know I’m not going after him or anything.” Jake swallowed. Even standing in the brightly lit hallway with other men milling about, he was intimidated by Draco. Something in Draco’s eyes he hadn’t ever seen in anyone else’s before.

“And why are you telling me this?”

Jake splayed his hands out and hunched his shoulders slightly. It was a subtle display of subordination. “Because I’m working with Harry tomorrow. I thought maybe you wouldn’t be happy about that.” Or perhaps it was fear.

And there was the reason Draco and Harry didn’t talk about work. He immediately wanted to curse the man before him. His wand, hidden in his pocket, practically called out to him. Logically, Draco knew what was happening between Harry and the others. But this man, this American, got under his skin more than the others. If Draco was honest with himself, he would have admitted to jealousy. He knew Jake and Harry got on well and he had seen their clips.

Clenching his jaw to maintain control, Draco attempted to smile. “It’s not a problem. Our relationship is completely separate from this place. And I’m certainly not worried about you coming between us.”

“Oh. Okay,” Jake said. But he thought, Arrogant jackass. I bet I could get Harry if I wanted.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to shop for gift for Harry,” Draco told him. Maybe just to rub it in a little bit.

“Is it his birthday or something?” Jake asked.

Draco regretted saying anything. “Yes.”

“When?”

Not being able to come up with a reason not to tell him, Draco answered, “Monday.”

“Doing anything special?” Jake prodded.

Rolling his eyes, Draco sighed. He did not want to be having a conversation with Jake. And he certainly didn’t want to tell him about the surprise.

“You’re having a party for him, huh? Is that why you don’t want to tell me? It’s a surprise? I won’t say anything.” Maybe.

It hadn’t occurred to Draco to invite anyone from the studio. He hadn’t made any friends, but Harry had. Unfortunately, Jake was one of them.

“It’s on Saturday,” Draco told him. “I suppose you could come if you want.” It was as much of an invitation as Jake was going to get.

“Sweet,” Jake smiled. “Is it okay if I bring a date?”

Draco was incredulous of Jake’s nerve. But a date would keep his attention off Harry.

“By all means, bring your boyfriend.”

“He’s not quite my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a couple of weeks. Met through a friend.”

Trying his hardest to keep a friendly manner, though he wanted nothing more than to get away, Draco offered, “I’ll write down the details and leave them with Carol for you.” In a slightly more menacing tone, he added, “Don’t forget, it’s a surprise.”

Jake took his meaning to heart.

The two parted ways, Draco shaking his head. What the bloody hell just happened? Why on Earth did I invite him? The thought then entered his mind that there were others at the studio Harry probably would like to see at his party. He walked down the hall and peeked in several rooms until he saw Terence. It looked like the shoot was over, so he went inside.

“Terence.”

“Dragon. Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, it’s sort of last minute, but I was wondering if you’d like to come to a party at my flat this Saturday.” Draco felt completely awkward extending the invitation. As a child, all of his parties were announced by formal invitations sent out by owl. One simply didn’t casually ask three days before hand.

Upon Terence’s hesitation, Draco realized he forgot to clarify. “It’s a birthday party for Harry.”

“Oh,” Terence smiled. “Sure, I don’t think I’m doing anything this weekend.”

“Brilliant,” Draco said. “I’ll leave the information with Carol. Oh, and it’s a surprise, so if you see Harry, don’t mention it.” Draco absently picked up one of the still cameras and looked it over.

“No problem.” Terence gestured to the object in Draco’s hands. “You interested in photography as well?”

“As well as what?” Draco questioned.

“Harry. He’s always picking them up and asking questions. I’ve let him take some shots of some of the boys. He’s not bad. He’s got an eye for framing,” Terence told Draco.

“I had no idea. He never mentioned it.” Draco put down the camera. “You think he’d like one?”

“Oh, yeah. Every time we shoot together, he takes some stills.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Draco said. “I suppose I’ll see you Saturday.”

“Sounds great.”

Draco left the room. He had never really engaged in conversation with Terence much, other than direction. He was a very personable man. Draco wondered if there were any others Harry was friendly with at the studio and popped his head back into the room.

“Oi, Terence. I’m a bit embarrassed to say, but I don’t know who else Harry might like me to invite from here. I haven’t quite made the same connections he has.”

Terence laughed. “That’s putting it mildly. Uh, no offense,” he said when he noticed Draco frown. “You’re just so different, you two. He’s so open and agreeable . . .”

“And I’m so disagreeable.”

“I was going to say you keep to yourself. Nothing wrong with that. Especially in this biz. But to answer your question, I really only see Harry talking with Jake and Carl. Sometimes Nick.”

“Thanks,” Draco said. “What about Robert? Appropriate? Inappropriate?”

“Definitely invite him,” Terence suggested. “If he finds out and he wasn’t invited, he’ll be a big baby about it.”

That made Draco chuckle.

“He won’t show up, though. He never comes to anyone’s events. But you gotta pay homage by inviting him.”

“Thanks, for another tip.”

“And you should laugh more often, Dragon.”

Draco nodded and left the room.

He tracked down Carl, a man he didn’t recall ever meeting, and Nick, a dark skinned boy he had worked with a few times. Neither were able to make it. Then he went to Robert’s office. He was dreading being asked about working with Harry again, even though he’d already told him Harry would never agree.

“Gee, I’ve got another commitment, but thanks for the invite.” Robert smiled broadly. Draco was glad that Terence was right about Robert not accepting. “Harry still not warming to the idea of you two--”

“Robert, Harry has made it quite clear. I’m sorry.”

“I had to ask,” Robert grinned, this time, not so sincerely. “You could always do it on the sly. People tape themselves all the time.”

Trying to control the appalled expression on his face, Draco merely said, “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.”

“It was a joke,” Robert insisted. “I know when I’m beaten. Besides, Harry and Jake make a great team.”

The sneer on Draco’s lips didn’t go unnoticed.

“Shame though. I would have been willing to double what you usually get. Have fun at your little party,” Robert said as Draco left his office.

One more month . . . Draco reminded himself.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Draco was a bundle of nerves Saturday afternoon. He and Harry had breakfast together and did some grocery shopping for Harry’s place. Needing an excuse to leave and prepare at his own flat, he finally broke down and mentioned Harry’s birthday.

“I need to go shopping,” Draco told Harry. A lie, since he had already gone out and purchased a camera for Harry. It was an overwhelming experience for Draco. He gave up at the large electronics chain in London and went to Diagon Alley for a magical camera, in the end.

“For what? I’ll come with you.”

“You can’t.”

Harry frowned. “Why not?”

“It’s for you. I know your birthday is Monday.”

Harry grinned. “You’re buying me a birthday present? What are you going to get?”

“I’m not going to tell you before I give it to you. You’ll have to unwrap it and find out.”

Harry’s fingers reached out and unbuttoned a button on Draco’s shirt.

“What are you doing? I just said I have to go shopping.”

“I thought I was unwrapping a present,” Harry smirked, unbuttoning another.

Draco was unable to resist kissing Harry. “I would love for you to unwrap me. But I really have to go. Come to my flat later, I’ll serve supper tonight.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Harry trailed kisses down his neck. “I promise we’ll pick up right there tonight.”

Harry pulled back and pretended to pout.

“I’ll owl you when I get back. Love you,” Draco winked and disapparated.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Two and a half hours later, Ron and Hermione turned up on Draco’s doorstep with presents in hand.

Hermione glanced around. She wasn’t sure why she thought Draco’s flat would be a mini replica of the Manor, but she was pleasantly surprised. It was, however, decorated in Slytherin-like colors, which made her snicker.

“Very Malfoy in here,” Ron whispered to her.

“Shh,” she waved him off. “Draco, is there anything I can help you with?”

He looked around. “I don’t think so. The canapes are finished. The rest of the food is warming in the oven . . . “

“Not very festive,” Ron noted.

“Oh,” Draco looked around. “I’ve never had a party before. I mean, I’ve never thrown one myself. Should I have decorated? It seems a bit juvenile.”

“Yeah, you should decorate,” Ron said excitedly. “Especially for a surprise party. The more obnoxious the decorations, the better,” he grinned.

“All right, then, I’ll leave you to it,” Draco smirked. “But no floating candles or the like. A few muggles are coming.”

Hermione and Ron both raised their eyebrows.

“Really?” Hermione questioned. “So that’s why I don’t see anything blatantly magical.”

“Yes. Percival, my broomstick and a few other items are hidden by a Disillusionment Charm.”

“We’ll simply transfigure a few things into balloons and streamers,” Hermione said. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn them back before I leave.”

A knock came at the door. It was Ginny and Clive. They were soon followed by Molly, Arthur and George.

“Molly brought a mince pie and some nut brittle,” Arthur told Draco as he shook his hand.

“Thank you. You didn’t need to bring anything,” Draco said to Molly.

“Nonsense. It was no trouble at all.” She pulled him into a hug. Draco stood stiffly and met Hermione’s eyes in a panic, as she tried to not to giggle. She gestured with her own arms for him to hug Molly back. By the time he lightly brought his arms around her, the hug was over. His usual greeting with his own mother consisted of an air kiss and perhaps a hand on the shoulder.

“Charlie and Percy couldn’t make it. But I think Bill and Fleur may stop by,” George said.

“Where’s Angelina?” Draco asked. He had grown fond of her in the short time they had spent together.

“She’s working. But she’ll come later.” George turned to Ron and nudged him. “So, how was the honeymoon?”

“It was great,” Ron answered.

“Paris was beautiful,” Hermione added.

“Did it look strangely enough like the inside of a hotel room? Or did you actually get to see any of the city?”

Hermione blushed.

Draco cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “There are a few more guests set to arrive. They’re muggles, so, we have to be careful. I’d hate to have to Obliviate anyone tonight.”

The Weasley clan laughed.

Draco set out the canapes he made and took the stuffed mushrooms out of the oven and put them on a plate. Hermione stepped up to play hostess and poured drinks. Even though muggles were coming, Draco bought butter beer, a favorite of Harry’s. He figured he could explain it as some sort of imported ale.

Terence arrived and greeted Draco after Ginny had opened the door for him. Draco introduced him to the family, and Arthur, of course had many questions for him. Terence and Jake had been warned ahead of time not to let on about their professions. They both understood as their own families had often made the same request of them. Each had his cover story prepared for such occasions.

Looking at his watch, Draco was anxious to go back to Harry’s flat. He told Harry to wait for his owl, but only because he didn’t want Harry apparating in at an inopportune moment. Draco frowned. Jake was late.

Draco had been close to retrieving Harry regardless of Jake’s presence when Jake finally arrived. Opening the door, Draco stood, mouth agape, at Jake standing there with, of all people, Kyle. Kyle was equally surprised.

“I take it the friend who set you up was Colin,” Draco said. “Come in.”

As they did, Draco took Kyle by the arm and pulled him closer. This is a party for Harry, you remember him?”

Kyle nodded.

“His family doesn’t know what he does for a living. We’d like to keep it that way.”

Kyle’s brow furrowed as he looked over the ginger clan. “He must be adopted,” he joked.

“Something like that. Can you keep it to yourself?”

“Sure. No worries, mate.”

More introductions were made, and food and drinks consumed. But something was missing.

“Music,” Draco said to himself.

Jake was standing nearby. “Yeah, we need some tunes.”

“I have an ipod somewhere around here,” Draco said absentmindedly. He rummaged in a drawer for his ipod, then, from a shelf, took a small battery powered speaker to plug it into. Draco looked at his watch again. “Damn.”

“Go ahead. Go get Harry,” Jake suggested. “I’ll set that up.”

Reluctantly, Draco handed the items to Jake. When he left his flat, he glanced around the hall to see that it was empty and disapparated.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Harry was lying on his bed, reading a book he borrowed from Draco. It wasn’t quite the type of story he usually liked to read and his lids grew heavy. Eventually, they closed altogether and the book slipped from Harry’s hand. When Draco apparated in, he found Harry sleeping soundly, hugging a pillow.

Not wanting to startle him, Draco made subtle noises in the flat and finally whispered Harry’s name.

Harry groaned and pulled himself further into the fetal position.

“Harry, love. Time to wake up,” Draco whispered in his ear. He picked up the book. “You must have found this exciting,” he said sarcastically.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. His glasses had come off, giving Draco an unobstructed view of his emerald eyes and thick, dark lashes. At that moment, Draco wanted to forget about the people in his flat and ravish Harry.

“Time for supper,” he said instead.

Harry yawned and stretched, much like a puppy, Draco noted.

“What did you make?” Harry yawned again.

“It’s a surprise.” Draco winced at his choice of words. “Come on.” He held his hand out to help Harry off the bed.

Draco apparated them to the alleyway near his flat when Harry was ready.

“Why haven’t we apparated directly to your flat?” Harry questioned.

“I thought it would be nice to walk a bit. And if I’m going to live in a muggle neighborhood, I should be seen coming and going as a muggle some times.” He kissed Harry’s cheek. “And maybe I want to show you off.”

Harry shrugged. He supposed Draco was right. It would be strange to not ever be seen entering or leaving his building. They strolled toward Draco’s building hand in hand, and made their way up the stairway.

After the initial shock of the surprise, and greeting all his guests, it dawned on Harry just how much Draco put into planning his birthday celebration.

“I can’t believe you did all this. You really planned this yourself?”

“I’m not completely incompetent,” Draco pouted.

“But, I mean, you had to go and talk to people. Some of whom you don’t like much.” Harry glanced over at Jake. “You invited them . . . into your home. You know it’s gonna be a mess by the time the party’s over.”

“I’ll worry about my OCD later. Right now, you need a butter beer.” Draco handed him one and picked one up for himself.

Guests mingled while they ate and drank. Harry drifted amongst them, accepting birthday wishes and laughs, happier than he’d been in a very long time. It was good to be back in the company of the Weasleys, this time without the drama. His new friends managed to intermingle with his surrogate family, though Terence left a bit early. Jake had been cornered by Arthur, who not only found muggles fascinating, but Americans as well.

“You look well,” Kyle walked up to Harry, catching him at an unusually solitary moment.

“Thanks. You too,” Harry smiled. “Did you know Jake was bringing you to a party for me?”

Kyle laughed. “No idea. You should have seen the look on Draco’s face when he opened the door.”

Harry laughed too.

“So, I see you two are still together,” Kyle commented.

“We’re planning on moving in together in August.”

“Good for you. I suppose things are . . . less complicated?”

Harry laughed. “Not really, but they’re going well. How long having you been seeing Jake?” he asked.

“Not long,” Kyle answered. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere. I mean, he’s nice and all, but . . .” Kyle glanced in Jake’s direction. “I don’t think I can get over the whole ‘fucking other guys’ thing. How do you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” Harry replied.

“Harry, we’re ready to do the cake,” Ron said, coming up behind the pair. He glanced at Kyle and frowned, then made a bee line for George.

“Oi, George, didn’t you do some sort of special charm for the cake?”

“Yeah, why?” George asked.

“Uh, muggles?”

“Crap. Draco!” George called just before Draco began lighting candles. When he looked George’s way, he waved him over.

“What’s wrong? Everyone’s ready for cake. I was about to light it,” Draco asked impatiently.

“What about our surprise in the cake?” George pointed out. “What are the muggles going to think?”

“Shit, I forgot about them.”

“We could Obliviate them afterward,” Ron suggested.

“I specifically said I didn’t want to have to do that,” Draco sternly reminded him.

“I know. I’ll do Confundus charm right when Harry cuts the cake,” George put forward.

“You get the American, I’ll get the other bloke,” Ron said to George. “That way, we’ll be sure to get them both.”

“Sounds like a plan,” George nodded.

Draco lit the candles and they all sang Happy Birthday to Harry. Some of them did their best to sing off key and the entire rendition was the worst Harry had ever heard. When Harry cut the cake, small multi-colored sparks flew out and popped in the air, leaving star shaped ghosts of light behind. The affect lasted only about five seconds but it was spectacular. Unfortunately for Jake and Kyle, it was a spectacle they weren’t even sure they saw.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“Can we at least help you clean up?” Hermione offered at the end of the evening. Only she, Ron, Ginny and Clive remained.

“No thanks. We’ll manage,” Harry said. He was anxious for everyone to leave so he could show Draco his appreciation. He hugged the girls and shook the men’s hands. “Thank you so much for coming. It was great. You know I love chocoballs and lemon drops. And I swear, Hermione, I will use the self inking quill to owl you more often.”

“You’d better,” she insisted.

Draco was already busy picking up after the guests by the time they had all gone. He set the dishes to do themselves and used his wand to send the trash into the bin. After Harry said goodbye to his friends, he began picking up empty bottles and a few stray plates.

A smile grew across his face as he reflected on the night.

“I still can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Hmm,” Draco paused what he was doing. “Is it because you think I’m not thoughtful or because I’m socially inept?” He smirked, teasing.

“Oh, you’re thoughtful. Broodingly so. And inept is never a word I would use to describe you.” Harry walked to Draco and cupped his face with his hand. “It’s just not your way. It means so much to me that you stepped out of your comfort zone to make me happy.”

Draco mirrored Harry’s movements. “When are you going to learn, Potter? I’ll do anything for you. Anything. No matter what it takes.”

For a moment, Harry gazed into Draco’s eyes, and he knew that Draco meant every word. He would give up everything for Harry, if he had to. And Harry thought he would do the same for him.
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