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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21814 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry padded down the stairway, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A week and a half of rising before the sun and he still hadn’t gotten used to it. The shower hadn’t done much to help either. Harry had taken to drinking coffee rather than tea in the mornings, a habit he never thought he would take up, after having to serve it to Uncle Vernon every morning for years.

As he carried his favorite mug filled with hazelnut flavored java, he smiled, rounding the corner and catching sight of Draco bent over an open oven. Draco was poking at the biscuits to test for readiness. Unsatisfied with their doneness, he closed the oven and reset the timer.

“Morning,” Harry grinned. “You know, that makes getting up at this ridiculous hour all worth it.” He sipped his coffee then offered some to Draco.

“Unlike you, I don’t need the caffeine fix to function in the morning,” he smirked.

“Really? And how many cups of tea have you had?” Harry picked up the empty teapot and shook it gently.

Draco chuckled softly. “Touché.”

The timer sounded off and Draco once again checked the biscuits. This time pleased, he removed the tray and placed it on the cooling rack. He put another tray in the oven and set the timer.

Harry glanced at his watch. “I’d better get to the front. The delivery should be here any moment.”

“Here, give them this.” Draco held out a bag filled with a variety of the few things he had made that morning. Draco always made sure to give out samples to keep their suppliers and contractors happy. He found that with Harry handling the ordering and the promise of free baked goods, they got excellent service. Draco, himself tended to stay out of sight. There were still plenty in the wizarding community that had not warmed up to the idea of the former Death Eater in their midst, cleared of charges or not.

Harry unlocked the door, but left the closed sign in the window. He watched as a small figure made its way toward the shop.

“Sorry I’m late. Is he angry?”

Harry looked at his watch. He would never admit it to Draco, but he really did use it quite a bit. “Gwaelin, I don’t think four minutes constitutes late,” Harry smiled at the girl, who was finally able to quit her muggle job and come back to the wizarding community.

She frowned, “But it’s the grand opening. I wanted to be early.”

“Don’t worry, there’s still plenty to do. Draco hasn’t done everything yet,” Harry joked. Gwaelin hurried inside and went straight back to the kitchen. Harry glanced out the window and saw the delivery cart pulling up. Opening the door wide, Harry waved the husky delivery man and his equally solid young son to come inside.

“Morning Leo,” Harry said as he nodded. He turned to the boy and handed him the bag of goodies. “There you go, Gavin. But you have to share them with your mum and dad this time.”

“Ooh, thanks Harry. Are there pumpkin cakes in there?”

Leo gave the boy a stern look. “Gavin, it’s not polite to be picky about a gift.”

“Well, you can thank Draco, not me. He’s the one up since before dawn.” Harry told Gavin. “But I don’t think he got around to pumpkin cakes yet. The chocolate ones are the best anyway,” Harry nudged him. “You finished all your shopping for Hogwarts?”

“We’re going as soon as the shops open,” Gavin answered excitedly.

Harry smiled, fondly remembering the excitement of school shopping and the anticipation of the train trip to Hogwarts.

Leo walked back to the kitchen with a large bag of flour hoisted on his shoulder.

“Where would you like this Mr. Malfoy?” Leo asked.

Gwaelin snickered.

“Please. Mr. Malfoy is my father. Call me Draco.”

“Uh, all right,” Leo said awkwardly.

“You can put the bag over there on the large pallet.” Draco pointed to the corner of the kitchen.

Harry came in attempting to carry a bag of flour in the same manner as Leo, but was barely able to keep it on his much less burly shoulder. Leo reached out and helped him put it on top of the other bag.

“Watch it there, Harry. You’re half my size.” Leo laughed, “Hell, you’re hardly bigger than my Gavin. And he’s only twelve.”

As if to prove the point, Gavin soon came into the kitchen carrying a bag himself, seeming to have an easier time of it than Harry.

The rest of them laughed heartily, while Gavin simply looked confused.

“Don’t worry Harry, you’re still stronger than Gwaelin,” Draco chuckled.

“Just Gwaelin?” Harry teased, implying that Draco should have included himself as well.

“Speak for yourself, Draco.” Gwaelin flexed her bicep muscle.

“Wow, I bet you could lift Mr. Malfoy,” Gavin chirped.

The others tried not to snigger.

“She most certainly could not.” Draco huffed. “Now, if you’re all finished trying to emasculate me, I have to get back to my kitchen.” The irony of his statement was not lost, even on himself.

After a brief silence, they all burst out laughing. Except Gavin, who still thought Gwaelin could kick Draco’s arse.

Leo and Gavin finished loading supplies into the kitchen, while Draco and Gwaelin busily continued turning out baked goods. Another baker they hired to help and a woman who’d taken a part time position to run the cash register arrived shortly after. Harry and the woman, Abigail, stocked the shelves and cases as cookies, biscuits, pies, small cakes, shortbread and danish were brought out from the kitchen. The entire bakery was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and cinnamon and fruit and chocolate.

By seven o’clock, the Alley was beginning to stir, and Draco and Harry’s bakery doors were open to the wizarding public. It was a busy day, as students were doing their shopping for the trip to Hogwarts. Many wide-eyed eleven year olds wandered by, tugging at their parents’ sleeves to stop for a cake or cookie. Too many shook their heads, intent on finding wands and books and other necessities. Harry took up a tray filled with a variety of goods and stood outside the shop.

“Are you open?” a woman asked.

“Yes, just,” Harry smiled. “Would you like sample?”

She picked up a mini danish filled with prune puree and took a tentative bite. Her eyes lit up as she chewed.

“They taste like my mum’s,” she gushed.

“Can we go inside? Please Mum? I see crumpets.” The young girl at the woman’s side looked to be about eleven to Harry.

“Are you getting your things to take to Hogwarts for the first time?” he asked.

She nodded, but didn’t smile.

“Are you nervous?”

Again, she nodded.

“Well, we happen to be having a special today for first time students. Pick something you’d like. It’s on the house.” He called inside to Abigail to tell her of his impromptu special of the day.

The girl and her mother walked inside and began ogling the wares. Harry stayed outside and gave more samples, luring more and more customers. So many people were now wandering in that he had to call Gwaelin from the back to help run the cash register.

As the young girl and her mother left, she waved. “Thanks mister, um . . . “

“Potter,” he smiled. “But you can call me Harry.”

“My word, it is you,” the mother said.

“Look, it’s Harry Potter,” someone called.

“He’s back,” someone else said.

Yet another called out, “Harry Potter’s back!”

A crowd began to gather. Witches and wizard were scrambling to shake his hand and wish him well. Thanks were profusely spouted for his efforts in the war, as well as some tears and stories of lost loved ones. Harry was overwhelmed by the outpouring. It truly hadn’t occurred to him that he would garner so much attention once people learned of his return from the muggle world.

“What the devil is going on outside?” Draco poked his head out of the kitchen, trying to see what the commotion was.

“It’s Harry,” Gwaelin told him. “He went out to get people to come in, but they descended on him like flies.”

Draco frowned. “Do you think he’s all right out there? Why don’t you go break that up?”

“Me? Why me? It’s your bakery. He’s your boyfriend,” she retorted. Gwaelin flexed her muscles. “Unless, you really want me to,” she smirked.

He scowled at her and wove his way, through the customers inside, toward the front door. Harry looked relieved when he saw him. Although, more than a few people gasped when they saw Draco. One man even hissed. An older woman stealthily drew her wand.

“Step aside, step aside,” a large voice came from the back of the crowd. Hagrid towered over mob and they quickly made a path for him and watched their exchange after a brief hug. “‘Arry! I didn’t know you was back!”

“No one did. Well, at least not until half an hour ago.”

“This your place?” Hagrid glanced up at the sign that read ‘Humble Pie’.

“It’s our place.” Harry reached out, grabbed Draco’s shirt sleeve and pulled him next to himself.

The confusion of the mass was reflected on Hagrid’s face. “You mean the rumors are true? I thought that was just some drivel star’ed by some bored former Slytherins.”

Draco glowered at him.

“I don’t know about rumors, but Draco and I have opened up this shop. Together.”

“Oh?” Hagrid was still perplexed.

“It’s a very long story, Hagrid. One that I would be happy to tell you another time,” Harry said. “Come inside.”

“Break it up already,” Hagrid told the horde. “Give ‘im some space.” He eyeballed a couple of men still grimacing at Draco. “Both of ‘em. If ‘Arry says Malfoy’s all right, then that’s good enough for me.”

Hagrid followed Harry and Draco into the bakery.

“Gwaelin, maybe you ought to take these out instead,” Harry said, handing her the tray.

“Right,” she grinned.

By eleven o’clock, the crowds on Diagon Alley had thinned and the cafes became filled with tired and hungry shoppers. Abigail had gone home and Bert, the other baker, was busy doing dishes in the back. Harry and Draco finally had time to sit down with Hagrid at the counter. Customers were still wandering in, but in small manageable groups. Gwaelin easily handled the counter on her own.

Hagrid laughed, “I’d bet’er slow down on these. I’m gonna owe you a small fortune.”

“Nonsense,” Draco said dryly. “I don’t think Harry would let me charge you if I wanted to.” He paused. “I’m not saying I want to.” He had not seen the half-giant since their days at Hogwarts, and they had never been on friendly terms. Hagrid wasn’t any more sure of how to interact than Draco was.

“So, uh, Malfoy, you seem to ‘ave turned yourself about all right.”

“I suppose I had nowhere to go but up,” Draco quipped.

“He’s being modest,” Harry interjected. “Draco lost everything after the war and still managed to pull himself through. He even went to a muggle cooking school to get this place started.”

“A muggle school?” Hagrid couldn’t hide his shock. “You really ‘ave changed.” He turned to Harry. “So, what I ‘eard ‘appened at young Ron and ‘ermione’s wedding is true then.”

“Yes. Draco is my . . . for lack of a better word, boyfriend.” He placed his hand over Draco’s. “But he’s more than that. He helped me through what was probably the lowest point in my life.”

“Lower than living with the Dursleys? That’s sayin’ somethin’.” Hagrid commented. “By the way, these are prolly the best punkin cakes I ever ate. Bet’er than the house elves at Hogwarts, I reckon.”

Draco couldn’t keep the smile from creeping across his face, as hard as he tried. Being compared to the elves at Hogwarts was high praise indeed. “Thank you,” he humbly answered.

“So, ‘ow was the wedding?” Hagrid inquired. “Aside from your bit of excitement. I was sorry to miss it.”

“Hermione was beautiful.”

“Of course,” Hagrid smiled.

“They should be stopping by soon,” Harry told him. “Ron said he would come by for his lunch break to see how things were going.”

“Oh, I put some things aside for them,” Draco said, yawning. “Hermione wanted some chocolate biscuits and we were running low. And Ron wanted a currant scone, prune danish and mini apple tart.” He started to get up.

“You sit,” Harry insisted. “You’ve been up since four.”

“Three, actually.”

“Blimey, I’m surprised you’re not fallin’ asleep sittin’ ‘ere,” Hagrid laughed.

Standing up, Harry put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “ I’ll get their things. Can I get you some tea?”

Draco gratefully looked up at his partner. “Please.”

Harry gave him a kiss on the top of his head, while Draco glanced at Hagrid to gauge his reaction. He had surprisingly little.

“Do you have a warning for me as well? Seems like everyone has,” Draco broke the silence after Harry’s departure.

“‘Arry’s a big boy. He’s fought the likes of Voldemort. I don’t think ‘e ‘as anything to worry about from you.” Hagrid grinned to show he was teasing. “I can see a change in you. In both of you.”

Draco subconsciously rubbed at his left forearm, which did not go unnoticed by Hagrid.

“You was a pawn, the same as ‘Arry,“ Hagrid offered. “But you didn’t let them use you completely. That took courage.”

“Harry has real courage. To be seen with me.”

“It took a lot of courage for you to come back ‘ere. I saw the way some of those people looked at you. There was a time when people looked at me the same way,” Hagrid confided. “It gets bet’er.”

Ron and Hermione walked into the shop and practically ran to Hagrid. He wrapped his large arms around them both at the same time.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Hermione squealed. “We missed you dearly at the wedding.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “It wasn’t the same without you.”

“You must tell me how things are at Hogwarts. Anything new?” Hermione sat down and began grilling Hagrid.

“Where’s Harry?” Ron asked Draco, frowning a bit.

“In the back, making tea. He’s got the pastries you wanted,” Draco answered. He got the feeling Ron was annoyed with him for some reason.

Jerking a thumb toward the kitchen, Ron informed Hermione, “I’ll be right back, love. I’m gonna go say hi to Harry.”

Ron walked back to the kitchen to find Harry pouring hot water into the large tea pot.

“Oi Harry. How’s it going?” Ron asked. “Malfoy looks like he needs about two days sleep out there.”

“He’s worked really hard. And we had a very busy first day. I think it went well,” Harry told him. “Did you see Hagrid?”

“Yeah. He’s just the same as always.” Ron hesitated. “Harry, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?”

“How are things going?” Ron asked.

“Business was great. We were a bit nervous but it all came together. Gwaelin is great out front and the other baker we hired is a perfect fit for Draco. He’s quiet and takes orders well,” Harry laughed.

“No, I, I meant with Draco. Are you, you know, all right?” Ron appeared uncomfortable asking.

“Never better. Why?”

Ron inhaled as if gathering up his courage. “I, um, went to this, uh, muggle shop the other day,” he started nervously. “Mione wanted to rent a film, like she did when she was younger. Something she wanted me to see, some sappy love story sort of crap. Anyway, I asked the clerk for a more manly movie, you know, a real action film.”

“Yeah, what of it?” Harry asked.

Ron pulled a DVD out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Harry. “She suggested a Bruce Lee movie. You know, Kung Fu, the martial arts bloke from a long time ago.” He blushed. “I picked up this version by accident. I only watched a little while before I realized what it really was.”

Harry read the title--Enter the Dragon. His face paled. The title was actually a misnomer as the other bloke in the video was the one who was entered.

“Exactly how much of this did you watch?”

“Enough to know Malfoy is cheating on you. Or was. Look at the date. It’s this year. At the very least he’s a perv, Harry.”

“Ron,” Harry was at a loss for words. He’d told Hermione all about his and Draco’s brief dabble in porn. He assumed she would have told Ron a while ago. Harry kept that part of his past firmly in the past and he and Hermione had never spoken of it since that night. And now he was in a position to have to explain it to Ron. Harry chuckled softly to himself.

“What the bloody hell is funny?” Ron asked. “I just told you your boyfriend made nasty films with other blokes, and you’re laughing?”

“I know, Ron. Draco and I don’t have any secrets,” Harry told him. “And, um,” he sighed. “I may as well tell you the whole story. Come, have a cup of tea with me.”

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Draco was exhausted by the end of the day. Well before the end, really. He sat at the counter, head in hand, while Harry did some last minute cleaning. They ate a light supper after the shop closed. And now it was only half-eight, but they were both ready for bed.

Harry walked to Draco and rested his hands on Draco’s shoulders, kneading them gently.

“Go on up. I’m almost finished here. I’ll be right up and give you a nice back rub.” Harry grinned.

“I think maybe I’ll take a shower. Or bath.”

“You should,” Harry told him. “You deserve to relax.” He kissed the side of Draco’s forehead.

Harry tenderly tugged Draco off the stool and pushed him in the direction of the stairs. “Go on, love.”

Dragging himself along, Draco went up to the small flat they shared. Harry smiled to himself as he watched Draco. Poor thing was like the walking dead. He’d poured everything he had into making a perfect grand opening. And it paid off beautifully. Word got out quickly, traveling down the Alley, bringing customers in a steady stream most of the day. There were still a few kinks to work out, but all in all, the day was a resounding success. Harry felt good about their future.

He grinned again to himself when he thought about the back rub he promised Draco. Watching him move about the bakery gracefully, often leaning over the oven, made Harry feel a bit randy all day. Harry finished the cleaning and took a last look around before heading up the stairs himself.

As much as Harry was looking forward to caressing Draco’s skin and massaging the tension out of his muscles, the unexpected sight that greeted him when he reached their room warmed his heart.

Draco was lying on the bed, hair wet, wearing only the turquoise silk pants Harry bought him as an ‘I’m sorry’ gift after their misunderstanding. Two candles were lit and the ipod was playing soft jazz music.

And Draco was snoring.

Harry stood in the doorway and watched Draco’s chest slowly rise and fall. The rhythm of the music, coupled with Draco’s breathing, was soothing. He didn’t have the heart to wake Draco after all he’d done. But Harry was touched by Draco’s obvious effort.

After blowing out the candles and turning off the music, Harry walked to the bath to get himself ready for bed. When he came out, Draco had shifted positions and was now curled up on his side, with his back to Harry. The silk fabric stretched across his bottom was almost more than Harry could resist, but he did. Instead, he shut off the light and crawled into bed, spooning Draco.

Harry sighed. Six months ago, his life was in ruins. He was lost, broke and bitter, feeling abandoned by his friends. And now, he had it all back. And then some. In his wildest dreams he never imagined he’d end up in a business, in a flat, and in love with Draco Malfoy. He chuckled softly to himself, recalling a French proverb he’d once heard--- One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it.

Harry fell asleep with his arms wrapped around his lover’s waist, thanking destiny for having an oddly ironic sense of humor.
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