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Fortune Cookies	By : KoalasRock Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn�t have made the ending as horribly fucked-up as it was.

A/N: Yipee! I popped another chapter out! Considering that next week is our Exams I am supposed to be studying but�you know�I just had to use the computer! It was all the computer�s fault! calms down Hope you enjoy this chapter!

�Draco?�
Silence. Shuffling of papers.

�Draco?�

More silence. More shuffling of papers.

�If you keep on shuffling those I�ll tell the Rita Skeeter about the time in boarding school when you wet your bed.�

�What do you want, Blaise?�

�I�m bored.�

Draco glared at him. �Then go find some place else to be bored. You�re being nuisance. I�m trying to work.�

�But I�m bored.� Blaise whined.

�I think we�ve established that already. Now shut up and let me finish this. My creditors are coming tomorrow.�

Blaise randomly poked around the files on top of Draco�s desk. When his hand reached for a red folder labeled �Secretary R�sum�s�, Draco slammed a glass ornament on it.

�Ow!� Blaise shouted, rubbing his injured hand, �What the hell was that for?�

Draco stuffed the folder into his desk and locked it.

�The last time you saw that folder you went right out and stalked all my secretaries until they quit. You will keep fifty feet away from them at all times.�

Blaise sniffled and watched a red mark blossom on his hand.

�My poor hand� But your secretaries are hot! They like being a tease wearing those short skirts and indecent blouses! Temptation, Draco, temptation!�

Draco ignored him. �No. You will not date any of my secretaries. You�re gay now so it doesn�t really matter.�

Blaise sat back down.

�That is right anyhow. I don�t like women anymore. Men are far better lays.�

Draco sighed, �Is it too much to ask for you to talk cordially? I will not have people hearing my best friend talking like a common whore.�

�I resent that.�

�I resent far more things than you do.� Draco said pointedly, staring at him, �Including allowing you to have a pass inside this building. You wreak havoc wherever you go.�

�If I didn�t wreak havoc then what would you do in your spare time?�

�I don�t have any spare time because of you. I barely have time to sleep!�

�Do you want a break?�

Draco sighed. �I thought it would be apparent by now.�

Blaise grinned maniacally.

�Want to go out tonight?�

break HPDM break

�Seamus, where the hell are we going?�

Seamus smiled at him, �To a bar. With a disco. To celebrate before you go to work tomorrow.�

Harry stared at the entrance stub in his hand.

�Let me get this clear. I am going with you to disco bar called �Embassy� in the wee hours of the morning wearing this?�

Seamus looked at Harry�s outfit and nodded appreciatively.

�You look hot.�

Harry was wearing tight leather pants with a long-sleeved emerald green polo. And don�t forget the black leather boots.

�I look like some kind of gigolo!�

�Believe me Harry, you do not look like a man whore. More like one of those really expensive escort people who earn twenty thousand pounds a night.�

�That is not helping.�

�I�m not helping. I�m trying to flatter you into coming with me.�

�It�s not working.�

Seamus thought for a moment and said, �Your ass looks nice in those pants.�

�Still not working.�

Seamus pouted like a kicked puppy.

�Don�t you dare use those annoying eyes on me, Seamus!�

Flutter of eyelashes.

�Is it working?�

�Yes.� Harry replied dejectedly.

Seamus pumped his fist up in the air, �Then lets go! The club awaits!�

�I must be crazy.�
Pansy sipped her drink.

�Why is that?�

Draco swirled his brandy and said, �Because I am in a psychotic disco club with you and Blaise. If another scandal blows again I think father would climb out of his grave and drag me down to hell.�

Pansy sighed, �Draco, it�s a disco. People dance and have fun. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.�

Draco narrowed his eyes.

�That�s what you said the night we went out and I got a picture of me making out with some random bloke plastered all over the newspapers.�

Pansy smiled thoughtfully, �You know that French dude was pretty hot. Do you have his number?�

�He went back to France.� Draco replied dryly, �And he�s married.�

�Then I�ll borrow daddy�s jet.�

�What about the marriage problem?�

Pansy smiled at him, �Who said him being married was problem?�

Draco rolled his eyes. �Trust you to be completely nonchalant about trying to break up a marriage for a fling.�

Pansy downed her margarita and stared a Draco, �Look who�s talking. Who was the person who managed to break up a certain someone�s marriage because of a one night stand?�

�I was drunk. And confused. We were what? 20?�

Pansy giggled, �Why is it that when something bad somehow manages to happen to you, you are always partially incapacitated?�

Draco glared at the dark-skinned man dancing on the disco floor and replied, �It�s Blaise�s curse.�

Pansy raised an eyebrow, �The one he supposedly cast on you before we graduated?�

Draco nodded, �Yeah. The one about me doing crazy things when I�m drunk.�

Pansy laughed this time. �Ooh, that curse or whatever it was is priceless!�

�No it�s not. It�s annoying.�

�I remember the night after Blaise cast the curse you went out to a bar with him to prove him wrong and ended up making out with that Potter-dude in front of the whole class! I think Weasley fainted right after seeing you two!�

�That was the only good thing that happened,� Draco growled, downing his whole glass.

�It�s funny to think that it was also with Potter that something bad happened to you while you were drunk. And a Weasley was also involved! Maybe fate is trying to tell you something!�

Draco looked at her as if she was nuts, �You�ve gone completely nutters, Pansy. I think shagging too many guys killed off a few brain cells.�

Pansy sighed dreamily, �I loved that scandal. The Weaslette coming home from a trip only to find her husband in bed with another person! A man known as Draco Malfoy nonetheless!�

Draco chuckled, �I think Mrs. Potter got a coronary in the street after she ran out.�

�It�s back to Ms. Weasley again, Draco. They divorced the week after remember? I believe she got like, half of Potter�s money.�

�She was a whore anyway. I think she�s engaged to Dean Thomas now.�

�The billion-dollar dude? The one who bought Macintosh?�

�The son of the billion-dollar dude. See what I mean about whore?�

�More like a gold digger.�

Draco ordered another glass of brandy.

�They�ve only been divorced for three years and yet she�s got her smarmy claws in another Fortune Five-Hundred member.�

Pansy pouted, �Lucky hag.�

�Oh shut it, Parkinson.�

�What? Wish you were her?�

�Oh please,� Draco drawled, �I have enough money to fund my own country, thank you. I do not need to whore myself off to other people to be rich.�

�Quite humble, aren�t you?� Pansy looked over her shoulder, �Oh look, here comes Blaise.�

�Have you found your date yet?� Draco asked uninterestedly.

Blaise grinned, �Yeah. He�s over there. The guy in the red shirt, the fuckable looking one.�

Pansy squinted her eyes through the crowd. She spotted Seamus jumping up and down like the energizer bunny. But who was that gorgeous guy with the green shirt�?

�Who�s the hottie beside him?�

Blaise shrugged and looked where Pansy was looking. His eyes widened like saucers.

�Those fortune thingies do come true!� He exclaimed, �Draco! The world is right again!�

�What in God�s name are you screaming about?� Draco demanded.

�Take a look,� Pansy said, �Beside Finnegan, the guy in the emerald shirt.�

Draco looked up from his drink and watched the crowd.

�I don�t see anyone.�

His so-called friends really are crazy. He wondered why he even came here.

�Look harder,� Blaise egged, sharing conspiracy looks with Pansy.

Draco�s silver eyes landed on a familiar face with emerald green eyes without any glasses. An image of that certain face in pure pleasure while his whole body writhed underneath him flashed in his mind.

�Oh fuck.�

�Seamus, I can�t see a thing.�
�Did you put on your contacts?�

��Ow. No, I have not.�

Snort.

�You just poked your eye didn�t you?�

��yes. It hurt.�

�Of course it would, you idiot! Now hold on a sec, I�ve got them somewhere in my pocket��

Harry punched the Irish man�s shoulder.

�You put my contacts inside your greasy pocket? Are you mad?�

�Don�t worry. They�re in the case. I never make mistakes twice.�

Harry stared at him, �What do you mean twice?�

Seamus handed him the white case and smiled sheepishly, �Have I ever told you about the time when I put your contacts inside my pocket and then they got covered in bacon grease so I had to throw them away?�

Silence.

�I�m killing you when we get home.�

Seamus peered out of the window and watched as the taxi rolled to a stop. They were in front of a huge gray building. Shops lined every which way and there were people everywhere. A glowing sign that said �Embassy� was above the open double doors.

�Whoa,� Harry mumbled, �Look at all the people. How the hell are we going to get in?�

Seamus smiled and held up their passes, �Remember these? The manager�s a friend so I got us VIP passes.�

�Wicked.�

Seamus paid the cab driver and patronized him, �Now who was the killjoy bloke that didn�t even want to come in the first place?�

Harry stepped out of the cab and ignored him, �Let�s go!�

Seamus grinned, �Someone�s happy.�

�The last time I went to a disco bar was with�you know�� Harry trailed off.

�Malfoy?� Seamus suggested, handing their passes to the bouncer, �And then the thing happened.�

�Yeah. That annoying, insufferable, poncy, air headed git.�

Seamus laughed merrily, �I think I get it. You hate his guts.�

�I want to eviscerate and castrate him.�

Seamus grimaced, �That sounds painful.� And evil!

A group of girls passed them giggling loudly. Seamus looked at them and winked. The girls swooned and walked away, giggling once more.

Harry looked disapprovingly at his friend and commented, �I thought you had a date?�

Seamus looked around the throng of grinding bodies and spotted the said person.

�Look! I found Blaise! Hey Blaise!�

Seamus started jumping up and down and waving. Blaise smiled sexily at him.

�He�s so hot.�

�I would say that you look like a complete idiot but I�m having to much fun watching you make an idiot out of yourself.�

Seamus ignored him and said, �I want to fuck him.�

�Eww.� Harry said, making a face, �I did not need those images.�

Sometimes Seamus could be so�liberated. And stupid.

Harry scanned his eyes over the place and saw the bar behind Seamus� date.

�Come on. I need a drink.�

�Okay�� Seamus replied, still staring at the shaggable Blaise Zabini.

Harry then felt a pair of eyes staring at him and he looked up. His green eyes met startled silver ones.

Oh hell�is that�?

There, sitting in front of the bar, was the reason why his love life was currently nonexistent.

�Hey lookie, Harry, isn�t that Draco Malfoy?�

Harry felt a familiar anger bubble in his stomach. Then despair, and finally complete annoyance.

I hate my life.

Back in Draco�s penthouse, the fortune crumpled up inside the trash bin shimmered and disappeared. Similarly, the fortune on top of the dining table in Seamus� apartment disappeared too. Both of the fortunes materialized inside a tall glass jar in one of the rooms the Chinese Restaurant.
Luna Lovegood looked up from her small piece of paper and set her fountain pen down. She stared at the two fortunes added inside the jar.

�Another fortune came true.

She smiled and went back to writing.

And so it begins.

Note from the Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:
Don�t you just love the steamy, hot and sexual past that Harry and Draco share? sigh At least I�ve got a reason why Harry broke up with the Ginny-bitch. Review! I updated within a week! Fwee�

BTW, oh yeah, Embassy is actually a real bar here in the Philippines but I have no idea what it looks like since I�m still underage so I just made up the description.

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