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Wooing the Reluctant	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23188 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter book series is owned by JKR. I am not her. I make no money and I only plan to use her characters for some fun before returning them, much happier.

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Title: Wooing the Reluctant

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: the usual suspects (ffnet, affnet, Foreverfandom, my site, mediaminer, my update LJ, the thehexfiles, hpfandom, and the harrydraco community on LJ ); anywhere else, please ask first.

Pairing: Draco/Harry, past Harry+others, past Draco/others

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash, ooc, angst, language, humour, EWE

Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter and his friends. They belong to a list of people, including the wonderful JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic Publishing, Raincoat Books, and others. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes. All sexual scenes are between those who are of age to consent.

Author’s Notes: Definitely loving this new story. I’m doomed because I promised not to start any new stuff until I finished at least one of the five WiPs I currently have going on. What’s bad is one is almost done. So, I can stop feeling guilty, right? *cries* Anyway, enjoy! The chapter names are the rules of courtship in the Wizarding world, with little tips starting off the chapter.

Chapter Two – Gather All Relevant Information First –

There can never be enough information when planning your courtship.

Draco sighed dramatically as he waited for Pansy at the new “it” café, The Dancing Centaur. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to name anything after those despicable half-beasts, but the food and the coffee that was served there was divine.

While waiting, he sipped on the best espresso he’d found outside of Rome carefully, rolling the coffee’s rich flavor – chocolate, raspberries, and a hint of vanilla – around on his tongue. ‘Absolutely delicious,’ he mentally purred, giving a smile that attracted the attention of the group of young witches at the table next to his and making them giggle like idiots.

“You look as if you’re about to come in your pants, Draco,” Pansy’s high voice cut into his happy reverie.

“Must you be crude, Pans?” he asked, flashing his best friend his patented Malfoy sneer.

“Only when I see you so happy over a cup of espresso,” she retorted sharply while waving a hand regally to catch the attention of the waiter. After ordering a cappuccino for herself and another espresso for her friend, she took a long look at him. “Have you decided just how you’re going to start this crazy new project? I’m guessing sending him a love potion is out of the question.” She gave him an over-exaggeratedly stupid smile that sent his hackles up. She did so love when others thought her a ditzy, materialistic twat.

“Don’t think,” he snarled, sipping the rest of his first drink and putting the tiny cup down on the glass table roughly. “Actually, Pansy, I have thought of the first thing that I’m going to do, but there’s something I must do beforehand.”

“Oh, do tell, dearest!”

“Ah, ah, Pans. That would ruin the surprise,” he said, flashing a shark’s smile. “However, before I put that into play, I need more information about Potter’s recent lovers.”

“Oh, from what I understand, dearest, there’s been no ‘loving’ for him as of yet.”

“Delicious,” he purred, licking his lips in anticipation of being the first to get their hands on Potter’s virgin body. Their drinks were delivered, and Draco took sip of the new espresso, smiling happily for a moment before his face turned serious. “Regardless, I need a list of who he’s gone out with since school. You can skip the Weasley chit; I have little care for what he did with her.”

“Alright, how soon do you need this, Draco?”

“As soon as possible,” he responded thoughtfully. “When are you and Blaise going to announce your engagement in the papers? It’s useless to hide this from me, Pans.”

“Whenever Zabini agrees to stop being so squeamish about doing so and actually asks me to marry him.”

“Is he still on that rot about ending up like his mother and her seven ex-husbands?”

“Sadly, yes,” the woman said softly, taking a long drink from her cooling coffee. “Truly, I don’t care about his mother’s failed marriages, but he feels he’s doomed to end up like her and is hesitant to even ask me.”

“Hm.” Draco took another drink of his coffee. “You haven’t named your price for helping me yet. So, here’s what I’ll do, Pansy. You get your little birds out there and I’ll browbeat my Blaise into manning up.”

“Deal.” She returned his smile with a happy one of her own before turning to other matters.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Have you lost what little brains you had in that bubblehead of yours, Parkinson?” Draco growled as his best friend just looked at him.

“Now, dearest, I understand that terms aren’t the best-”

“Aren’t the best! Parkinson, you have just whored me out!”

“But think of the ultimate goal, Draco.”

“And you believe that Potter will understand that I had to sleep with his ex? The very same ex that spread vicious rumours about him after he refused to sleep with the tart?” Draco took a deep breath and leveled his best sneer at her. “Pansy, darling, I wouldn’t sleep with that twink Mortmont for all the money in the Parkinson family vaults. Not even if Merlin himself proclaimed he was the best damn piece of arse on the planet. He’s a bloody moron! Even Weasley is smarter than him!”

“I know that, Draco!” She stood up from the plush armchair she’d commandeered at the beginning of their conversation. “I never told Pierre that there would be sex involved. I only told him that you wanted to meet with him to discuss something.”

Draco waved the offensive piece of parchment that had sent him off on his tirade in her face. “Then, pray tell me, why does this prat think I ‘want his cock’, as he so eloquently says?”

“Because he’s a self-important little shit with an over-inflated ego,” she shot back with a wince at the burning look in Draco’s silver eyes. “About the only thing he has going for him is his body and those eyes.”

“Ah, yes, those eyes,” Draco snarled. “That’s what started this whole bloody mess.”

“Are you talking about Pierre or Potter now, dearest?”

“Mortmont’s eyes pale in comparison to Potter’s eyes, darling… But I was just drunk enough to notice the vague resemblance.” Draco shook his head and ran a hand through his white-blond hair. “Please tell me that there is a way to get around this idiot’s expectations. Otherwise, Pans, I’ll be taking applications tomorrow for a new best friend.”

He watched as her brown eyes began blinking rapidly, signaling that she was trying to fix this disaster as quickly as it had reared its ugly head. “You could always invite him over to the Manor for dinner and conversation and then have one of the house-elves drop a dose of Veritaserum in his drink. I know you still have some left over from when Severus was here.”

“That might work,” Draco muttered appreciatively. “However, I’ll need you here to make sure that he doesn’t get the wrong idea, again.”

“But, dearest, Blaise and I have-” She stopped at the look of pure murder on her friend’s face. “Fine, Blaise and I will be here for dinner. I’ll let him know, but I want a positively decadent chocolate cake for pudding.”

He gave her a fond smile before patting her arm. “Of course, darling. I’ll set Mipsy to it right away.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco grimaced when he noticed the chime in the wards. “He’s here.”

“Dearest, if you don’t at least fake looking happy to see him, he’ll notice that something is wrong,” Pansy whispered.

“I don’t see what the huge deal is,” Blaise said. “He’s not as good looking as Potter, from what I remember from Shack. Besides, he’s a slut.”

“Precisely why I wanted you and Pansy here, Blaise,” Draco answered. “I definitely do not want him to think that I invited him here to have sex in the house where my mother resides.”

“Speaking of, where is the old girl?”

“She is off playing nice with Aunt Andromeda and Cousin Teddy.”

“I’ve heard that Potter is Teddy Lupin’s godfather,” Pansy added. “So, maybe it’s all for the best that everyone is on good terms. How well do you get along with your family?”

Draco shrugged. “Moderately well, I suppose. Cousin Teddy is a Metamorphmagus… He attempts to look like me every time I’m there. It’s a little eerie but endearing.”

He blinked when the darker skin man came up next to him and whispered in his ear. “If I didn’t know better, Malfoy, I’d say you’re scared of this blond twink.”

“It’s a good thing you’re stupid then, isn’t it?” Draco shot back viciously. “Shall I tell Pansy why you haven’t proposed to her yet, even though it’s well-known that the two of you are crazy for one another?”

“You wouldn’t!”

Draco raised one blond eyebrow and looked at Blaise. The black wizard turned an interesting shade of grey and his brown eyes appeared pained. “Take care of it, or she’ll know. And if there is one thing scarier than me, it’s a pissed off Pansy.” The other man nodded and backed off, going and wrapping an arm around the slender woman’s waist.

“Master Draco, yous guest is here, sir,” a house elf, Windy, squeaked. The blond held back yet another grimace.

“Show him in, Windy, and then make sure that dinner is set out.”

“Yes, Master Draco,” the elf answered with a curtsey before it popped away to fulfill his orders.

“Then, let’s get this over with.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco could have crowed with glee the moment the rather silly man’s eyes turned dull. “Tell me, Pierre, did you ever have sex with Potter?”

“No,” the man answered in a level baritone. “And I wanted to. His body is rather delightful, but he refused.”

“Did he say why?” Pansy asked.

“He was blushing at the time, but told me that he was a virgin still, and that he didn’t want to have sex with someone he didn’t completely trust.”

Draco grinned, feeling that he was close to the real answer. “And did he tell you why he didn’t trust you?”

“He thought I’d run to the papers and tell them everything for money.”

“And you did it anyway after he refused to sleep with you.”

“Yes.”

The blond narrowed his cold grey eyes at the stupid man sitting, tied with an Incarcerous that Blaise had remembered to cast nonverbally when they began questioning him. “Pierre, I’ll be brutally honest with you. You disgust me. I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last wizard on the planet besides myself. It’s no wonder that Potter declined your charms.” The bound wizard opened his mouth, but a cold glare had him closing his mouth quickly. “Having you suck my cock in the loo of a club does not mean that we’ve had sex, you twit. It just means you’re easy.

“Now, obviously, I cannot let you talk about this to anyone, because, unlike Potter, I will hunt you down to castrate you before I kill you. You should be happy. My father would have just killed you and had your body disappear mysteriously.” Draco smiled frigidly. “He was rather good at that, mind you. However, I’m a little more generous. You’ll make it out of the Manor alive and whole, except for your memories of tonight.” He leaned in close, his hawthorn wand grasped tightly in a white-knuckled grip. “Obliviate.”

He waited for the man’s head to sag against his chest before whispering in his ear. “You went to dinner out in Muggle London, some Indian place around Kensington. You ordered the chicken vindaloo and hated it. It was horrid and you’re never going there again. Afterwards, you took in a movie at the theatre nearby, some American comedy that you found decent because the lead reminded you of Potter. Then, you went home and wanked yourself unconscious. If someone asks you about dinner at Malfoy Manor, you will tell them you lied because you wanted me after the club the other night. Understand me, Pierre?”

“Yes.” Draco called Windy and gave the elf instructions to drop the man in some back alley of Muggle London as soon as possible. Windy gave a squeak of acknowledgement and disappeared with the dazed, and now unbound, wizard with a loud ‘pop’.

“So, Draco, what do you plan on doing with this information?” Blaise asked after a few minutes of strained silence.

“Right now, not much, but it does help with my plan,” the blond said. “I only require the rest of Pansy’s information from his other lovers. But, I believe I owe Pans her decadent chocolate cake. Mipsy!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Later that night, Draco sat at the desk in his study, looking over the reports Pansy had owled him when she got home from the Manor. They all said the same thing. Potter hadn’t been serious about any of his former paramours, because he felt he could not trust them. His eyes became stormy as he looked at the last report, detailing Potter’s relationship with Ginevra Weasley. They’d had a year and a half engagement, which took place directly after his defeat of the Dark Lord, but ended before she accepted the position of Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. It wasn’t long after his engagement ended so anti-climatically that Potter began studying Psychology at a Muggle university in London, while attending Healer classes at St. Mungo’s.

He was serious about becoming a Mind Healer. One of his exes, Lavender Brown to be precise, asked him why he wasn’t in training to be an Auror. When he explained that he wanted to help people but was tired of fighting, the girl gave him a vacant stare. Potter had broken up with her the next day.

Draco had to admire the man’s resolve. It was obvious that he knew exactly what he wanted in a partner – attractive, intelligent, self-sufficient, and someone with a profession or hobby that took up time that would keep them busy with their own interests. The last made the blond frown and tap his wand against his sharp jawline – the wand that Potter had stolen from here in one of the many parlours during their aborted seventh year at Hogwarts during Easter holidays and returned after the trials that set himself and his mother free and his father to Azkaban for life. Draco did manage the Malfoy investments, which were still vast, even after paying a hefty sum to the Ministry in reparations to rebuild the Wizarding world, but he somehow doubted that Potter would feel that was enough to occupy Draco’s attention. And truthfully, it wasn’t.

He looked at the picture of his mother, aunt and cousin – who was sporting green eyes and white blond hair – and smiled. It was perfect, and admirable, if he was honest. Yes, it was just enough to get Potter’s attention and to give him something else to do with his time. And that would make his mother happy, especially when he told her about the rest of his plans.

With a smirk, Draco pulled out a few pieces of parchment to draft some letters. It was going to be a while before he went to sleep that night, but Potter was more than worth one night’s lost sleep.

TBC

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