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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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“Maybe you should at least read the letters,” Hermione suggested. She sat beside Harry on the guest bed he’d been using at the Weasley’s home. She put her hand over his. “It’s been a week already. Just hear him out.”

Harry sighed. “You don’t know what he did, Hermione.”

“I would if you told me.”

“It complicated,” he told her. He knew, in order to explain, he’d have to reveal their profession. Former profession. He hadn’t been to the studio in over a week, and he hadn’t even bothered to give notice. Robert wasn’t the sort of man to forgive that kind of behavior. Surely, he wouldn’t allow Harry back. Not that he wanted to go back. But that left him living off the charity of the Weasleys once more.

“We’ve always been able to tell each other anything. Let’s not start keeping secrets now,” Hermione said.

Harry looked at her and smiled. “You’re right. I have always been able to confide in you. I’m afraid you won’t understand this time. But I’ll tell you the whole story.”

He began to tell her first of his despair, the whirlwind of decadence his life had become. It was worse than she feared. He told her of the desperate measures he took to pull himself together, taking the job at the studio. How Draco and he found one another again, and though at first, neither would admit it, it was a relief. They clung to each other and it was safe. Harry felt, somehow, they’d been meant to be together the whole time, but never saw it. Their lives intertwined since infancy. She noticed the spark in his eye when he spoke of Draco. He wanted to forgive him and go back. She could see it in his face.

After Harry’s tale was told, Hermione sat dumbfounded and nearly speechless.

“So . . . you’ve been, um, “ Hermione cleared her throat. “And muggles can purchase films of you?” Her voice cracked.

He nodded. “You think I’m horrible, don’t you?”

“No,” she assured him. “I don’t understand it. But I don’t think you’re horrible. I think you were more than desperate. I feel somewhat responsible, though, for using tough love on you. We should have tried to help.”

Harry shook his head. “No, you did the right thing. I may not have made the best choices, but I needed to find my own way out of it. And they led me straight to Draco.”

“What did Draco do that upset you so much?”

“He taped us, you know, together, and sold it to the studio.”

Hermione frowned. “I don’t see. What’s the problem? Isn’t that what you do anyway?”

Harry explained it to her the way he did for Draco. The way he thought would make Draco give up on the quest.

“I suppose when you put it that way . . . I can see why you’re upset.” Hermione looked away. He had just divulged a huge secret to her, purely on faith that she would still accept him. It was her turn to spill. “I have a confession to make. I’m afraid I’m no better than Draco in a way.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked. “Unless you videotaped us, too,” he laughed.

When she didn’t join him, his smile dropped.

“I . . . didn’t tape you, but I did . . . watch.” Hermione could feel her face warm with embarrassment.

“Watched? You watched me and Draco?” His eyebrows shot up. “You watched us having sex? I have to say, that’s the last thing I expected you to say.”

“I’m so ashamed,” Hermione admitted. “I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t help . . .” She buried her face in her hands.

“Hermione Granger, you saucy little minx.” Harry grinned.

She tentatively peeked through her fingers. “You’re not angry with me? How can you not be angry with me?”

“Well, I’m not exactly comfortable with the idea. On film is one thing. That’s acting. Sort of,” he laughed. “But I don’t want you to see those either.” Harry’s eyes widened. “Bloody hell, is that what you and Draco were talking about when I came in that night? He knew? That was the secret he kept for you.”

Another uncontrollable flush took over Hermione as she rubbed the back of her neck self consciously.

“I’m so sorry,” she told him. “He didn’t seem to mind much, though.”

“Yeah, there’s a part of him that likes the attention. Like I said, he’d been trying to talk me into an audience.”

“So,” Hermione chanced a glance directly at Harry. “You’re really not angry with me?”

“Mione, I’ve always found it impossible to be angry with you. I’ll just watch you and Ron, and we’ll be even,” he laughed.

She blushed again and hit him across his shoulder playfully. “I would be dreadfully angry with you. There are things about each other we simply shouldn’t know.”

“Then I’ll make it a point to ignore the noises coming from your bedroom next time,” Harry smirked. He nudged her with his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have embarrassed you. I’m glad you told me though. I was a bit worried that you were keeping secrets with Draco. As much as I want you to get along, I have to admit, I was jealous.”

She turned to him. “He loves you, Harry. Truly. I can see it in his eyes. It’s beautiful, the way he looks at you. Are you certain he’s done this?”

“I went back two days later,” Harry began. “I’d left in such a hurry and I needed a few things, like fresh clothes, so I went back to my flat. Then I went to Draco’s to grab something. There was a statement from the bank on the table with the rest of his mail. When we decided to be business partners, we opened up a new joint account for it. We’ve both been putting money in. Anyway, I looked at the statement and Draco had put in a lot of money recently. Way more than usual. Thousands. Hermione, there’s only one place he would have gotten that much money so quickly. He must have taken the offer.”

After a moment of quiet, Harry noticed Hermione biting her lip in thought. “You’re not convinced, are you?” he said.

“I have a hard time believing he would risk losing you over money.”

“Yeah, well, I would have too. But I can’t think of another explanation.”

“When Draco and I talked, that night, I was warning him not to hurt you, and he confessed his deep feelings for you. I got the impression that he’s had them for years. He seemed to fear you leaving him more than anything.” Hermione went to the desk and retrieved several scrolls. She placed them in Harry’s lap. “Instead of jumping to conclusions, read these first.” She left him to his task and went downstairs to make tea, hoping Draco hadn’t done or said anything in his notes to make things worse.

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“I’m sorry Mr. Malfoy. I’m afraid there is nothing I can do,” the stodgy goblin informed Draco. He sat up menacingly high on his chair. It was a strategic move on the goblin’s part that intimidated even the likes of Draco Malfoy.

“But I’ll have my certificate in two weeks. I have the money for the deposit, plus first and last month’s rent. You have my business proposal. It’s all been approved.”

“Was approved. I cannot allow you to rent that property. We may still consider you for a loan, if you obtain a new co-signer. But the property is no longer available.”

“It’s been rented?” Draco asked. “By whom?”

“I don’t have that information in front of me. There are other properties in Diagon Alley. Write up a new proposal. We’ll review it---”

“I don’t have time for all that again. I’ve written my business proposal already. I have money. What bloody difference does it make if I have a co-signer? He didn’t know much about the business anyway. For Merlin’s sake, I’m a Malfoy.” Draco was trying hard to keep his temper in check with the infuriating little goblin.

“Mr. Malfoy, please. If you’ll pardon me for being so blunt, but your family name carries little weight here any more.” The old Goblin seemed to take a bit of satisfaction in that, most likely having dealt with Lucius and his pious attitude over the years.

Draco glanced at the badge on the goblin’s suit. “Norgunk. May I call you Norgunk?” The goblin nodded. “I have worked very hard to get to this point. My business partner . . . well, I haven’t spoken to him recently, and I must assume he no longer wishes to be part of the venture, since he didn’t show up today. However, I have all the required paperwork, and deposit money. In fact, I may possibly be able to reduce the loan amount. Would that make a difference?”

Norgunk stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps. But I’m afraid you’ll still have to re-file if you’re changing the terms.”

Draco sighed heavily. It was about as much as he expected from the greedy little buggers at Gringott’s. “All right. I’ll have that drawn up as soon as possible.”

He left the bank, downtrodden, and miserable. He’d been to see Molly two days ago, and still no word from Harry. Harry had also missed their meeting with the bank, effectively shattering Draco’s hopes. And to top it off, someone else had stolen Olivander’s former site out from under him. Now, he had no choice but to scope out other store fronts for something appropriate. As much as he wanted to give up and hide in his bed until the money he had saved ran out, he pushed on. Having quit the studio the very day of his rampage, Draco had no money coming in, and now was the time to start his business--with or without Harry. Being back in Diagon Alley, not disguised, he felt a certain sense of freedom. Even if he was garnering the occasional look of disgust from passersby. Two years had passed since the war and he still had not shed the Malfoy image.

Draco walked down the alleyway, which was finally coming to life after the war. New businesses were cropping up, old businesses were being rebuilt. He noticed several signs in windows offering rent. He peered into several prospects before coming upon Olivander’s former shop.

Trash was piled up in front. The old sign removed and nothing in its place to indicate what type of establishment was replacing it. Draco stood outside and gazed up longingly at the windows to the flat above the shop. The place he and Harry were supposed to share. Perhaps they wouldn’t share this space, but Draco straightened his shoulders and tried to convince himself that he would get Harry back. It hadn’t been that long. And he wasn’t about to give up.

He was just turning away when a small voice called to him.

“Malfoy? Draco.”

It was Hermione. She walked out of the shop, covered in dust and grime, with bits of paint in her hair.

“What the devil are you doing here?” he asked.

“Oh, I, um . . . wait here.” She scurried back into the building.

A moment later, Harry emerged. Draco’s heart about stopped.

They looked at one another silently for a moment before either of them spoke.

“I was just at Gringott’s,” Draco said, trying to sound calm.

Harry gasped. “Oh, I forgot all about the meeting. I’m so sorry. Well, I guess by now you know, then.”

“Know what? I’m more confused than ever,” Draco admitted. “What are you doing here? Did you rent this place?”

“I did.” Harry furrowed his brow. “Did they not explain it to you?”

“Some horrid little goblin called Norgunk only told me someone else had rented the property and that they wouldn’t give me a loan without a co-signer.”

“Figures,” Harry scoffed. “I think they like to be deliberately difficult. If you don’t ask the right questions, they’re not very forthcoming.”

“Harry, what’s going on? I miss you. Why haven’t you written or come back? Did you read my letters? I didn’t set up the recording, I promise.” Draco’s voice cracked with emotion.

“I know.”

“You do? How did you find out? I used a memory charm on them. Stupidly.”

“I read your letters. I believe you,” Harry said. “It took me a long time to figure that out. I’m sorry. I should have trusted you from the start.”

“Then why didn’t you come back?”

“I was trying to make it up to you. I wanted to do something for you.” Harry made a sweeping gesture to the shop. “It’s ours. Equipment is being delivered tomorrow.”

Draco blinked in surprise. “How? They wouldn’t give me a loan, how did you get one?”

Harry grinned. “I didn’t. I got investors.”

“Granger?” Draco’s eyes widened.

“That’s Weasley,” he heard her voice call out. “And Weasley. And Weasley,” she laughed.

Hermione walked out, followed by Ron and George, who waved.

“We’re going to be neighbors,” George told him. “That way I can keep an eye on my investment.”

“If you don’t eat all the profits,” Ron joked.

“Look who’s talking,” George remarked as he rubbed Ron’s belly.

“They gave me better terms than Gringott’s ever would have,” Harry said. “But I need a partner.” Harry looked at Draco hopefully.

“You took a big risk,” Draco smirked. “What if I didn’t come here? What if I didn’t want to open the shop any more.”

“Oh, he had it all worked out. You would have come home to flowers and candles and letters of apology,” Hermione interjected.

“Not to mention the items from Wizard Wheezes’ new adult line,” George nudged Draco. Harry blushed.

“Not to mention, Harry can’t bake worth a damn, and we would have pestered you something awful to join,” Ron added.

“You all really invested in this?”

“Yes,” Harry said proudly. “And all we have to do is go down to the Ministry and make you my official partner, legally. Well, more like make me yours. This place is for you.” He bit his lip. Draco still hadn’t said yes.

Unable to resist his impulses any longer, Draco pulled Harry close and kissed him deeply. The Weasleys all redirected their attention elsewhere, especially Ron and George, who were still not quite comfortable with the pair’s PDAs. Draco attempted to run his fingers through Harry’s hair, but hit a snag or two of dried paint. Draco broke the kiss and grinned broadly.

“Well, what the hell are we waiting for?”

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