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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After lunch, Draco headed back upstairs to get ready for his job interview and Harry offered to watch Caelum while Jewel took a bath. Lifting the tiny body into his arms for the first time, Harry rested the small head against his shoulder.
Then he settled down in front of the fire with a mug of tea. Letting the rhythmic motions of Caelum's breathing lull him, he let his mind wander, trying to imagine himself raising this kid. He could; he pictured a young boy with blond hair and soft gray eyes climbing into bed with him after a nightmare, asking him endless questions that ended in 'why?'...
And traveling with him and Draco, Caelum walking between them on a beach somewhere; soft sand between their toes and Caelum's laughter fighting with the soft hum of lapping waves and the cries of sea birds.
Draco found them like that, Harry grinning softly to himself and Caelum napping on his shoulder.
“How do I look?” He asked softly, not wanting to wake Caelum up. When they had gone shopping for clothing for Jewel, they had also stopped by another shop and picked up some new robes for Draco, including a new set of dress-robes. It was these that he was wearing now; soft silvery-gray robes that framed his body perfectly while off-setting his pale hair and eyes.
“You look good enough to eat.” Harry complimented while carefully getting to his feet.
“Thanks.” Draco laughed nervously, and Caelum shifted restlessly against Harry. Rubbing the small back, Harry walked closer to Draco.
“Relax; be honest but don't volunteer any information about your current situation unless they ask. When asked about why you chose to apply for a job there, talk about how much you love Quidditch not about needing money. You'll just sound desperate if you talk about needing the money. As for pay, accept what they offer, like its no big deal.” Harry advised, wishing he could be speaking from experience rather than paraphrasing what Hermione had told him when they were still in hiding during the war and Harry has brought up the subject out of boredom.
“Yeah, I'll remember that.” Then he threw his arms around Harry and pulled him as close as he could without crushing Caelum. “I'm scared.”
“I know, but I know you'll do just fine.” Then, after a quick kiss, Draco pulled away again, smoothing down his robes. “I should get going or I'm going to be late.” Then he was gone without another word.
Biting his lip in undisguised worry, Harry got Caelum settled down for a proper nap in the newly designated nursery just as Jewel entered the room, dressed in sweats and toweling her hair dry. “Hey, what's wrong?” She asked as she left with Harry, closing the door softly behind her.
“Draco just left for his job interview and... what if he fucks it up? Or... oh I don't know.” Harry ran his hands through his hair.
“Honey, don't worry about that. He'll do just fine; anyway it has to go better than when I applied for a job with a modeling agency...” She broke off.
“What happened.”
“I met Dino.” She pursed her lips and Harry knew better than to ask her any more just then.
“Are you okay?” He asked instead, after a few moments of silence had fallen.
She nodded, relaxing. “Yeah, but I... I dreamed about him last night. Not being on the street... what happened before, when we first met. It was...” Shaking her head she broke off again.
Harry said nothing as he hugged her, and for a long moment she clung to him. To Harry's amazement, he realized that he no longer desired her; that Draco's experiment had worked better than either of them had anticipated.
“Go take a nap; I know that Caelum got you up several times last night.” He eventually whispered, pulling away again.
“Good idea. And... yeah maybe some soundproofing would be a good idea. He's loud for such a little fellow. I can share a room with him until he's weaned, then we can move him back into the nursery.” She suggested reasonably. “Then that whole room could be soundproofed so that if he can't sleep, at least I'll be the only one he's keeping up.”
“Good idea. But we can do that later.” Harry agreed with her even as he began planning out what he wanted for Caelum's bedroom; pale blue walls, white furniture, maybe even bunk-beds.
Harry shook his head. Bunk-beds? Where had that come from? He was only adopting one child with Draco...
But he realized that he wanted more children than that. He wanted a big family, like Ron's. A family that maybe bickered and not everyone liked anyone else, Percy was proof of that. And yet they loved each other and were happy because they were family.
Resolving to ask Draco how many kids he wanted later that evening, Harry grabbed a book and settled back down in front of the fire to read.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Draco pushed open the door to Quality Quidditch Supplies. “Hello I'm here-”
“-For a job interview, yes I know. It was a surprise to see that you of all people would apply here.” Draco tensed, but the lanky youth behind the counter just gave him a lazy grin. “I'm not complaining though. You were on the Slytherin team; as a Seeker, correct?”
“Yes, I played as a Seeker.” Draco nodded, relaxing.
“I'm Davidson Jones, by the way, but you can call me Davey. The boss is meeting with another potential recruit at the moment, so feel free to browse for a few moments. I'll let him know that you're here and he'll call you into the office when he's done.” Davey gave him another lazy smile.
“How long have you been working here?” Draco casually asked, declining the offer to browse. He knew that if he did get the job it would be better if he got along with his co-workers and he was beginning to like Davey.
“Six months or so; I moved here after graduating from a wizarding School in America a year ago because my parents wanted to support the Order.” Davey broke off, but Draco waved away his concern that he was offended. “Neither of them fought though; no they are both Healers so they worked to supply medical aid. I'm not sure yet what I want to be; I used to fancy becoming an Auror, but now I'm not so sure. So I'm here until I make up my mind. My parents will help me with college, they just don't want me lazing around until then.”
Draco was about to tell him why he'd applied when the door behind the counter entered and a young woman emerged. “Thank you once again for your time, Mr. Johnson.” The woman was saying as she was seen out.
“Ah, you must be Draco Malfoy; I was surprised to get your application. Come into the office please.” Mr. Johnson gestured for Draco to precede him and he had no choice but to leave the rest of his conversation with Davey for another time.
“Sit, make yourself comfortable. Now, why did you choose to apply for a job with us?” Mr. Johnson asked, getting straight to business.
“Because I love Quidditch.” Draco answered promptly. Mr Johnson nodded.
“Now tell me the truth, Mr. Malfoy. Pure-bloods like yourself do not apply for retail jobs without a good reason. I do believe that you are telling the truth, that you do in fact love Quidditch, but I do not believe that that is why you are seeking a job.”
“You want to know the truth? Fine. The truth is that my father disowned me, casting me knut-less into the streets. I'm living with Harry Potter, for the time being, but I don't have any money of my own, for food, for clothing, for college; nothing. So I need a job or my debt will just pile up.”
“Were you cut out of the will before your father... passed away?” The softness of the older man's tone of voice surprised Draco, and he found himself shaking his head. “No. I am still legally heir to the Malfoy fortune. However, because of how my father died, it will be months if not a full year, or more, before that money gets released to me.” Draco took another deep breath. “Besides, I know that I was sheltered, and spoiled, as a child. I wish to learn more about how the... lower classes live.”
“I see. Can you start tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
“What?” Draco was shocked; he hadn't thought that the interview had been going well at all. “Yes, I can. You're giving me the job?”
“Not exactly; I feel that your heart is in the right place and your knowledge of Quidditch will be an asset; however, I am not yet certain of your work ethic. Prove to me that you are a hard worker and can follow instructions tomorrow and you will have the job. But be warned that if you fail, you will find it hard to find work anywhere because word spreads quickly. Do you understand?”
“Yes I understand.” Draco's heart was in his throat. “I won't let you down.”
“Be here at eight thirty; hang on.” He stopped Draco as he was about to leave the office. “I need to know your measurements so I can have a uniform ready for you. You will work from nine until five, and will receive a one hour lunch break; during that time you can leave the store but you cannot leave Diagon Alley, but otherwise that time is yours to use as you see fit. If you do not wish to buy your lunch, there is a small lunch room in the back where you can store any food you bring with you. Also, I'll pay you for the full day even if we decide that this job isn't right for you before the shift is over. Any questions?”
“What will my work entail?”
“Tomorrow, you will learn just the basics; how to restock the shelves, where to go to look up prices, and of course you will assist customers to the best of your skills. Any other questions?”
“No, no other questions.”
“Then I'll see you tomorrow at eight-thirty and I'll get you set up with your uniform.” He ushered Draco out of the office having gotten all the measurements he needed.
“Thank you again for giving me a chance to prove myself.” Over Mr Johnson's shoulder he saw Davey giving him a thumbs up.
“As you have already become acquainted with Mr. Jones, I'll have him work with you tomorrow.” Mr. Johnson added, catching the exchange.
Then Draco was ushered out of the shop, and he had to resist the urge to jump for joy, though he could not help but grin like a lunatic. He had a job! Working his butt off would be a piece of cake; he knew how to apply himself to a lesson in order to impress his teachers; impressing a boss shouldn't be all that different. At least he hoped not.
Apparating home, he ran upstairs to find Harry, pouncing on him. “I got the job!”
Harry only laughed as he pulled Draco into his lap, hugging him tightly. “That's great news. I knew you would.”
“Well, technically I don't have it yet; all I got was a trial shift. But I was told that all I have to do tomorrow is prove that I can work hard and follow instructions and I will be hired full time.” Draco laughed, sounding almost giddy.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Harry nuzzled Draco's neck as he spoke, trying to calm the blond down before he woke Caelum up.
“What is it?” Draco tensed, worried about what Harry's question would be.
“How many kids do you want? I was thinking today about setting what will be Caelum's room up with bunk beds and...”
“As many as we can adopt!” Draco laughed. “The minimum I want is three; and I want at least one of them to be a girl.” He added, preempting Harry's next question. “And no, I don't care how pure their blood is. One parent must be magical; beyond that anything goes.” Draco broke off to kiss Harry.
“Is Caelum a pure-blood?” Harry asked, pulling away after a moment.
“No, he's a half-blood like Jewel and the twins.” Draco leaned back in and this time there was nothing to stop the kissing from turning into a full blown make out session. Harry broke away just once, to lock the door, then the resumed kissing.
Draco twisted away from Harry, pushing down his pants as he did so. “Make love to me.”
The pull of Harry's zipper was his only reply, then slicked fingers were at his entrance; Draco had no time to wonder where Harry had gotten the lube before he was being finger fucked just enough to loosing him up. Relaxing as much as he could, Draco breathed a short-lived sigh of relief that turned into a moan of pleasure as Harry thrust himself inside him lover once more.
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