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A Business Affair	By : roxierose13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 41459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Sixteen: Island in the Sun

The sun pressed down over the edge of the water, spreading rays of golden sunlight across the sparkling blue ocean. The low light of the sun reflected off the glittering vastness of the ocean, twinkling as the sun sunk lower in the late afternoon sky.

Harry sighed and sunk further down into the low wooden chair on the round porch coming out from the Villa. He reached over to a short round table and picked up an orange drink complete with tiny umbrella. He sipped it casually while watching as the water went from blue to a serene grey color in the sun's shift of light.

He replaced the glass on the table and shut his eyes, allowing the warm sun rays to wash over his body. He stretched luxuriously in the chair, fully enjoying his position. He lay like that for some time. The sun sank beyond his eyelids.

Suddenly, a slight chill washed over his body. He shivered and opened his eyes only to find himself in the shadow of someone standing next to him on the porch. He sighed resignedly and looked up into the face of his visitor.

He was surprised to see Seamus standing there grinning down at him. At his side was a very tan and very toned man of Spanish decent. He did not look especially pleased to be standing there when there was a perfectly good hot tub just a little ways down the beach.

"Hey, Harry," Seamus said with a grin.

Harry pushed himself back up in his chair and turned to him. "Seamus," he said a little surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Seamus shrugged and his companion's expression became even more bored. Seamus took no notice. His eyes were fixed on Harry's body, taking in his shirtless state as he lounged casually on the chair.

"I was just taking my vacation time before I lose it," Seamus replied easily. His friend seemed to sense this wasn't going to end soon. He leaned over and whispered something in Seamus' ear. Seamus nodded to him and gave him a kiss. The other man turned around and walked off the porch toward the hot tub down the way.

Seamus watched him go for a minute then turned back to Harry. He pulled up another chair and sat down next to Harry. Harry frowned slightly at this invasion of his privacy, even if it was Seamus.

"So what brings you here in November? Quidditch season over already? Pulling some extra vacation time?" Seamus asked playfully, grinning at Harry as his sea green eyes sparkled mischievously.

"No," Harry sighed. "I just needed to get away."

Seamus surveyed him closely but said nothing. He leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and sighing contentedly.

Harry leaned back and allowed his mind to wander. He thought back to the previous Friday, just two days ago, when he had made his agreement with Draco. Harry still wasn't sure what had made him do it. He didn't know if he could handle something this big, lying to Ginny, lying to his friends, his teammates, everyone.

Harry sighed quietly again as his thoughts turned to that day when he had gone home. Ginny had been waiting for him, still appearing fearful of his anger.

::FLASHBACK::

"Harry?" she asked quietly after he slipped off his shoes and nearly collapsed on the couch. He looked up at her but said nothing. He turned his gaze back to the empty fireplace, not trusting himself to speak.

Ginny moved carefully around the couch and sat gingerly next to him. Still Harry said nothing. A million thoughts were swirling through his head and his stomach clenched every time he looked at her, a mixture of hate and pity and self-loathing.

"How was practice?" she asked lightly. Harry shrugged, still not daring to look at her. "Anything interesting happen?"

Harry's heart jumped at those words and began to pound in his chest. Images of Draco pressed up against him in the shower, outside on the pitch, against the tree all came racing through his mind. Draco's lips moving closer, his silver eyes full of hunger as he did so; Harry's offer of continuation of their activities showered through his head; Draco's acceptance of said offer and the glint in his eyes as he did so.

Harry's breathing was shallow as his heart continued to pound. He hoped to Merlin that she couldn't hear it. He shook his head slowly, willing himself to calm down.

She didn't seem to notice anything odd. She frowned at his lack of communicative skills and sighed to herself. Harry breathed easier as she didn't respond. He still refused to look in her direction.

"Harry," she said tentatively and Harry stiffened slightly. "Did I do something?"

Harry nearly laughed when she said that but restrained himself. How could she ask that when she knew perfectly well her sins?! Harry stood up suddenly and walked away from the couch. She watched him go apprehensively. He walked around the back of the couch, coming to stop looking at a picture that was hanging on the wall.

The picture was of a sunny beach somewhere far away. Harry had bought the picture because of its aesthetic value. He stood there not really seeing it. He didn't know how to respond to her question.

Ginny rose from the couch and walked over to him, looking at him as he stared intently at the picture. He glanced over quickly and saw her watching him. He automatically moved away from her, uncomfortable with her closeness. Ginny watched him through worried eyes as he moved further across the room towards the door.

"I--I need to get out of here," he spoke to the floor, moving closer to the door. Ginny opened her mouth to say something, but the door was already open and his shoes were on.

"I'll be back," Harry said haltingly to the floor. The door swung shut leaving Ginny staring at a loss at the closed door.

::END FLASHBACK::

"Harry?" Seamus' voice broke into Harry's memories as they sat in the light of the sinking sun. Harry shook his head slightly to rid himself of the memories. He looked over at Seamus who was still sitting on the chair with his head tilted back, looking at the slowly darkening sky.

"Yeah?" Harry responded.

Seamus looked over at him a curious expression on his face. "How are you doing?" he asked seriously and Harry's eyebrows raised. Seamus was not usually so serious.

"How am I doing?" Harry repeated and Seamus nodded.

How am I doing... Harry thought. Well, my wife cheated on me, and now I'm cheating on her with someone I despise, not to mention a guy and my boss. Ginny and I haven't had a real conversation that didn't involve yelling in three months. I can't tell anyone about Malfoy because it would ruin my life and hers. I feel horrible for deceiving her, but then again, she is doing the exact same thing to me. Who is she to judge me and accuse me of keeping secrets when she's been doing the same for months now? And why did I have to pick Draco Malfoy to exact my revenge? I'm sure there are plenty of other guys that would mess around with me. But I'm not gay, right? Why didn't I pick a girl...?

Harry's mind was reeling with these thoughts as Seamus waited patiently for his response. Finally, Harry turned to Seamus and shook his head despairingly. "Not good, but I can't really talk about it," he said.

Seamus nodded understandingly and turned his gaze back to the darkening horizon.

"How's work going?" Harry asked, turning the subject away from himself.

"Same old Ministry," Seamus said casually. "Although, it is a plus to work around Ron. Wow, some of the things he gets himself into are just hilarious. Lately, he's been a bit spacey which makes for even more entertaining moments."

Harry laughed, his heart feeling lighter already. He knew that Seamus had gone into the Ministry after school. He worked in the Improper Use of Magic office now, sending letters to students who use magic outside of school. There was a running bet on which kid would break Harry's record for number of letters received.

"Yeah, Ron can be like that," Harry agreed, grinning.

"Yeah," Seamus said. "I'm just enjoying life, taking a few vacations, having a little fun," Seamus continued, his eyes glinting mischievously as he glanced down the beach to where his friend was lounging in the hot tub.

Harry laughed again as Seamus raised a suggestive eyebrow at him and winked. He had always been a shameless flirt. Sometimes Harry had difficulties understanding why the Ministry turned a blind eye to Seamus' many trysts.

"You are evil, Seamus," Harry told him, unable to stop the smile from creeping on his face.

"Oh yeah," Seamus agreed, grinning. Harry rolled his eyes at his unabashed answer.

Just then, a shout came from down the beach. They turned in their chairs to see Seamus' companion waving at him. Seamus turned back to Harry. "Looks like I've got some playing to do," Seamus said with an eyebrow raise. Harry just laughed and shook his head. "Well, Harry, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me, okay?"

"Yeah," Harry said, nodding slightly and looking away. Seamus nodded and hopped off the porch onto the cool sand. Harry watched as he trotted away down the beach in the rising twilight.

Harry drained the last little bit of his drink and decided to turn in for the night. He stood up and stretched one last time, looking over the dark water stretching out before him. He turned around and went in to the warm light coming from his room. At the door he turned one last time to look out at the dark night. He sighed quietly and shut the door behind him.

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The next morning, Harry awoke to the bright sunlight shining through the light green curtains in the villa. He padded into the small kitchen and conjured a cup of coffee, something he had gotten hooked on after his trip to America.

He looked out the window in the kitchen, his view encompassing the green palm trees that surrounded the small villa. The sun wasn't too high in the sky yet but the water was already sparkling invitingly. Harry finished his coffee and threw on a pair of swimming trunks.

He walked out on the porch, enjoying the feel of the warm sand beneath his feet. He walked straight to the sparkling water and dove right in. The water was lukewarm already. Harry swam around for a while but eventually decided that he should get out.

He swam back to the shore and walked out. The water glistened on his tanned upper body. He ran a hand through his wet hair then shook his head, sending water everywhere. Somewhere to his right came a whistle and Harry blushed.

He turned around and stood gazing at the sea for a moment, watching as the waves rolled in and crashed against the shoreline. He enjoyed the constancy of the sea.

"Harry James Potter!" A yell reached his ears over the breaking of the waves. He hung his head and sighed. He would know that yell anywhere. He turned to see Hermione walking quickly towards him.

She looked completely out of place in a business jacket and skirt. She had taken off her high heels as she stormed across the sand. Harry waited for her to approach him, dreading the moment.

"Hermione, fancy seeing you here," he said dryly.

She narrowed her eyes and shook a finger at him with the hand holding her shoes. "You know what I'm doing here," she said pointedly.

Harry rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Did my lovely wife send you to find me?" he asked acidly.

Hermione looked a bit taken aback by his tone. "No, actually I was worried about you," she said.

"Worried about me?" Harry repeated incredulously. "That's a new one."

"Stop being so pessimistic," Hermione scolded.

"I think I'm allowed to be a little pessimistic," Harry replied sarcastically.

"And why's that?" Hermione pushed, annoyed.

"I--nothing," Harry said quickly. He wasn't about to tell Hermione about his problems. Hermione frowned, looking at him closely as if trying to figure out what was going on by boring into his head. Harry frowned as she looked at him.

"Fine," she said in a tone clearly displaying disbelief. "Well anyway, you shouldn't have run off like that."

Harry scoffed and began walking back towards the villa. Hermione followed him doggedly, trudging through the sand after him.

"Hermione, will you please just stop?" Harry asked when he reached the steps to the porch.

She stopped as the foot of the stairs looking up at him imploringly. "I just want to know that you're okay," she said sincerely.

Harry sighed and came back down the stairs. He hugged Hermione to him and sighed again. He moved her back to arms length and looked at her. "I'll be fine," he said firmly, more wishing it to be true.

Hermione nodded uncertainly. Harry let go of her and walked back up the steps, turning back once he reached the porch surface. Hermione stood at the base of the stairs looking torn.

"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said. "Go home."

Hermione nodded slightly and turned to leave. With one last glance back at Harry she spoke. "Just be careful, Harry."

Harry watched as she walked down the beach, vanishing from sight a little further on. Harry sighed once more and turned around, going back into the villa, the door swinging shut behind him.

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"Okay team, I have made some decisions regarding our situation with the Chasers. I have selected two to replace them and I hope all will go smoothly." Wood looked around at the team assembled on the benches around him.

Draco stood in the back leaning casually against a pillar. Harry avoided looking over in his direction despite the pull he felt. When Wood gave his announcement, Harry looked up suddenly.

"Wait, you picked them already?" Harry asked.

Wood turned to him, a slight frown on his features. "Yes, we need them now."

"But I thought you were going to have them fly with the team first," Harry said, confused.

Wood sighed in annoyance and Harry wondered what the problem was. "Actually they flew with us yesterday. Unfortunately, someone was too busy relaxing in the Caribbean to join us," Wood said testily. Harry lowered his gaze as Wood glowered at him. He only looked up when Wood began speaking again. "Alright, so I'll introduce them now. Can you come in here please?" Wood called.

All eyes turned to the door of the changing room as it swung open. Two people walked through it, a man of Harry's age with dark hair and hazel eyes and a girl a few years older with dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

"Everyone, this is Michael Corner and Tara Whistner," Wood introduced the new players. Harry's eyes snapped to Michael when his name was said. He had definitely changed in the years since school.

He was taller and his muscles were better defined. He smiled warmly at Harry as he caught him looking at him. Harry forced a smile and looked away. His eyes fell on Draco in the back of the room.

Draco was smirking as his eyes rested intently on Michael. Harry saw Michael smirk as he caught Draco's eyes. Harry frowned at the look that passed between the two.

He was brought back to reality as Wood broke up the meeting. Harry stood up slowly, not knowing exactly what to do. Most people were chatting with the new arrivals. Before he had a chance to decide, he was dragged away by Wood.

"What, Oliver?" Harry asked when he had been pulled into a corner of the room away from everyone else.

"Harry, you have a responsibility to this team," Wood said seriously and Harry refrained from rolling his eyes. "Malfoy was here yesterday. You may have gotten off easy; he didn't ask too many questions, but I think next time he won't be so lenient. Don't disappear on us again, okay, Harry?"

Wood said this with so much pleading in his voice that Harry couldn't help feeling bad. He nodded in agreement and Wood patted him on the shoulder. Together, they went back to the team. Most were crowded around the blond girl, who was talking easily to them. Michael had migrated away from the group closer to Draco.

Harry moved cautiously towards them, careful not to make it obvious. He stood close to the group, but his ear was tuned to Draco's conversation.

"Well, Michael, you've come a long way," Draco said appreciatively, taking in his body.

Michael smirked at him. "You haven't changed a bit," he said.

"Perhaps," Draco agreed. "But then again, there are many ways one can change."

Michael raised an eyebrow, smirking as he visibly scanned Draco's lithe body. He licked his lips and Draco smirked wickedly. "And how have you changed?" he asked curiously.

Draco moved closer and wound a finger around the collar of his shirt. "Would you like to find out first hand?" he offered. Michael just smirked at him, and Draco backed away slowly.

Harry didn't hear anymore as Wood motioned the entire team out onto the pitch for practice. He was caught in the rush and didn't hear the end of the conversation.

"You know those days are long behind us," Michael said seriously.

"Yes," Draco agreed. "But that doesn't mean we can't take a trip down memory lane."

"Good point," Michael said. "Give me a call sometime."

"I'll do that," Draco said. Michael nodded to him and smirked one last time before following the rest of the team out onto the pitch. Draco lingered back for just a moment, watching Michael walk away. After a second his gaze was transferred to Harry walking away from him.

He scanned him from head to toe watching him walk. He smirked to himself in a satisfied way. He knew why Harry had disappeared off to the middle of nowhere. This was why he had not pressed too much on his whereabouts the day before.

It was going perfectly. He could see Harry breaking before his very eyes and they had barely begun. Draco watched as the team took off from the middle of the pitch. His eyes followed Michael around the stadium.

An evil smirk blossomed onto his face as he continued to watch Michael circle above him. He chuckled darkly and retreated into the locker rooms before Apparating home, an idea already blossoming in his mind.

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A/N: Oh, look! You guys are so lucky today! It's officially midnight over here so I'm posting it early! Happy Monday and may yours go better than mine is sure to (finals >_

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