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Fifty Blue Shades of Harry	By : hpluv3r Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13437 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry again finds himself knocking on the door to Penelope's office.
Yesterday had been a blur of fire calls and paperwork. It put him in a bit of a fowl mood. The organization was insisting that Harry become the face of their business. They felt the publicity would help them out, but Harry would have none of it. He ended the call by giving the ultimatum that they would keep this quiet or receive nothing at all from him. He could not stand the thought of resetting the Harry Potter fan club. Nothing but a bunch of ignorant sheep.
"Ah Harry! Come in!" the door had opened and Harry was caught deep in thought of recent events.
"Hello, Penelope. Thank you for having me again so soon." Harry said politely.
"Oh, of course! How have you been?" she asks.
"I'm ok. I called the organization you referred me too..."
Harry goes on to explain the predicament they had put him in. Penelope was not pleased.
"Don't you worry Harry. I'll set them straight. You have every right to remain anonymous." she insists.
Harry had no doubt that this woman would give them a piece of her mind.
"Now Harry, we have a couple of options for what we do today. First thing, is there anything on your mind?"
Yes. Draco was on his mind.
"Were you aware that Draco Malfoy is the one who referred me to you?"
"Oh did he now? I did not know that. Are you and young Malfoy friends then?"
"Er.. I suppose you could say that. We were roommates for a bit."
"Were? So not anymore?"
"No. Well. Sort of." Penelope laughs.
"I'm not too sure what that means Harry."
"Well, we are. But I've been staying at my old place these past few days." Harry twiddles his thumbs, regretting his choice of topic. He just wanted to know why Malfoy had needed to see her.
"Ah, perhaps more than friends then?" she asks boldly, and Harry blushes deeply.
"It's complicated, I guess."
"Isn't it always?" she laughs again, continuing,
"Is your situation with Draco causing you stress?"
"A bit, I suppose. I guess you could say I'm nervous about his agenda."
"Have you two talked about this?"
"No.. not yet."
"What are you waiting for?"
"I'm not sure... I think... well.. there's also someone else." Harry admits shamefully, and is grateful to see that Penelope does not even bat an eye.
"That would certainly complicate things." she laughs.
Harry laughs nervously in response, nodding his head in agreement.
"Well, I think you made the right decision to take some time to yourself." Harry nods.
"Would it be horrible of me to see both of them?" he asks guiltily.
"If you're being honest about it, I don't see why it should be an issue."
"I am.. they both know."
"Good! You are doing the right thing. You should always put yourself first Harry."
"That's a bit selfish, isn't it?"
"In a way, perhaps. But how can you take care of someone else if you can't even take care of yourself? Wouldn't it be more selfish to expect someone else to take care of you?"
"No, thats not what I meant, I don't expect that."
"So. If not you, and not someone else, than who?"
Harry is stumped by this question.
"I dunno." he shrugs.
She looks at him with empathy. It makes him uncomfortable and she can tell.
"How are you feeling right now Harry?"
"Er. Self conscious, I guess."
"Any idea why?"
"Your question, I guess. I don't know the answer. I don't expect anyone else to take care of me, but I also think it's selfish to just take care of myself."
"Oh Harry." she looks at him that way again.
"What?" he responds, unnerved.
"If you think that way you will give yourself away until there's nothing left."
After a moment of silence, Harry responds:
"I'm not sure there is much left."
"Why would you say that Harry?"
"Dunno. That's what it feels like."
"Have you ever considered that you might be depressed?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you are?"
"Sometimes"
"Have you tried to do anything about it?"
"Yes. I tried moving in with someone... Draco. Being alone hasn't been good for me."
"And did that help?"
Harry takes a moment to ponder how he had felt being with Draco. The other man had kept him on his toes, he barely had time to feel like shit.
"I reckon it did, yes."
"Well, if not Draco, perhaps you might consider moving in with someone else?"
"I'll think about it." he responds, honestly.
He really did feel a lot better living with Draco, but was it because he wasn't alone? or because Draco was able to see right through him?
Penelope could see that they had unearthed enough for one day.
"This is great Harry. Make sure to do just that. Now, for the rest of our time, how about I introduce you to some of my friends!"
Harry nodded, confused until he realized she was talking about her pets. They spend the rest of the time with her dog, Charlie, and her owl, Sarena, who painfully reminded Harry of Hedwig.
Perhaps it was time he get a pet, though he could never have another owl.
Harry arrives home to another letter.
Is it ok if I write to you?
It was simple and to the point, and he had no doubt it was from Draco.
That would be fine.
He responds, unsure about how he should act, but unwilling to miss the opportunity.
Great, I'm glad. Do you need anything from your room?
Harry could not help but jump as the letters appeared below his own. Two-way parchment. His mind immediately flashed back to Tom's diary. Quelling the memory, he concedes that it was very convenient.
No thanks, I have plenty here. I'm sorry about this.
Harry responds, heartbeat quickening as he awaits Draco's own responses. Even from afar, Draco had such an affect on him.
You have nothing to be sorry about Harry. I just miss you is all.
Of all of the things he imagined Draco would say, that was not one of them. For Draco to feel such a way was one thing, but to admit it, Harry did not think he was capable of such thing.
Even though you've already had your way with me?
Harry asks honestly. He would not have been able to ask that in person.
What makes you think I'm done with you? There is so much more I'd like to do with you.
And when you're done with me then?
Harry was determined to have his questions answered.
Draco takes a moment to respond to this one.
Are you really planning our end before we've even begun? Kind of bleak if you ask me, Harry.
Harry is unhappy with this answer, but acknowledges the truth in it.
You're right.
I admire your temperament. Most people have a hard time admitting something like that.
I've no reason to lie.
Touche, Potter. Nor do I. In that case, all I can think about is how fucking sexy you are. I need to use you again so fucking badly.
Oh
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He wanted that too. Perhaps this was a bad idea. When he doesn't respond, Draco eventually says:
I apologize. That was inconsiderate of me. I did not intend for this to be like that. I just wanted to talk to you.
Likely story, Harry responds.
Perhaps this was a bad idea, I apologize.
No, wait. Harry didn't want him to go.
After a moment, he continues:
Was I really that good? Harry confesses his next question.
You were absolutely ravishing. You are perfect for me.
Again, Harry's breath catches in his throat. He said perfect.
Perfect?
Yes. Perfect.
What was wrong with Thomas? Harry stabs at the heart of the problem and Draco takes several moments to respond.
Thomas and I have been friends for a long time. I love him, but I knew he was not the one.
What makes me the one?
You enjoy every second of it. I make you so hard that you would cum if I told you too. And as I said, you're so fucking fuckable. I wish you could have seen yourself.
Harry could feel himself hardening and could not help but tug needily.
Is it ok if I speak to you like this Harry?
Yes. He was so aroused.
Good.. I know you're probably hard as rock thinking about what I have planned for if you give yourself to me again.
Harry groans. He was so tempted to return to Diagon Alley.
IF I give myself to you? .. Not when? You were so confident before, Harry responds.
You gave me a chance. That's all I could ask for.
Harry hated the thought of Draco feeling rejected by him. It couldn't be further from the truth.
Could you tell me a little more about Thomas? Harry asks.
After a moment, Draco responds:
Thomas is a good man. He enjoys the things I do with him. But you fucking need it.
He wasn't wrong. Not one bit.
Ugh. Yes Draco.
Fuck. Harry.. Please. Let me give you what you need.
Draco could not help but beg after Harry agrees with him.
I can't, sorry. Harry eventually responded shamefully.
I understand Harry.
Did he understand? Harry himself barely understood what made this so nerve racking for him. He felt exposed.
Do you?
Yes.
After a moment, Harry writes
I went to see Penelope.
Yeah? How was it?
She's nice, I like her.
Excellent. Draco is very pleased by this.
How did you meet her?
She's a friend of Severus'
What! This lady had known Snape!
Oh, wow... What did you need to see her for?
I'd rather not talk about that right now, if that's ok Harry.
This disappointed Harry. Draco knew so much about him but he only just realized that he barely knew anything about Draco. But he also understood how difficult this stuff can be. Before Harry can think of a response Draco continues,
I will if you still want me to.
This surprised Harry. Would he really? Harry was tempted to call him out on it, but decided to instead say:
Perhaps you could come here?
There? I won't be able to keep my hands off of you.
I know.
Draco did not need to be told twice.
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