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By His Own Rules	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own HP & Co. I also do not profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One- A Brief Encounter
- 2-Chapter Two-A New Start & Friendship
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- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter & Co. Nor do I profit from them in any way.
This chapter goes through different POV’s so, please pay attention.
***Tiny M/F part added to this.
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Early in the mornings when I think about you
Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?”
In the mornings when I wanna fuck you
Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?” I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime
I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime
Fingers...caressing...golden skin...lips...hips gyrating...fingers digging...hip bones...green eyes shining with unbridled lust.
The images are burned into Blaise’s mind for the past month since he ran into his new neighbor Harry Potter. In the past month, he’s been trying his hardest to not bump into his neighbor. Blaise started working late or visiting with his family. Anything to avoid not running into Harry Potter. Blaise felt like a fool avoiding Potter, but the varied emotions he felt whenever he thought back to the night in the club. The way Potter’s body moved that night on the dance floor hit Blaise like a ton of bricks. Blaise did not like how jealous he felt towards the man Harry was dancing with so suggestively. Blaise had never felt that way before not after meeting someone in such a short time. He still could not wrap his head around how fucking hot Potter looked. The Potter he remembered was a klutz a nerd that was only good at Dark Arts. He wore glasses and stuttered when he spoke. The man he saw a month ago had the body of a siren that oozed seduction, and he pulled me right the fuck in. Blaise got up from the conference table and walked over to the large floor to ceiling window looking out at the bustling city that was once ravished by a senseless war.
During the meeting that he and Draco had earlier, he could not keep his mind on his client’s needs. Instead, he allowed his brother handle the meeting. In the end, all he did was agree with whatever Draco decided was best for their client. If Draco noticed that something was wrong with him, Blaise was certain he will surely hear about it later. His mind was constantly filled with thoughts of Potter. Blaise could not stop thinking about the changes in Potter and how attracted he was to the other man. Blaise was aware that his family is beginning to worry about him but will not say anything until he is ready to talk about it. He could feel Lucius and Narcissa bursting at the seams to question him on what was bothering him.
But how exactly can I say I think I found the man I want to spend my life with, but I am not sure how to approach him. Or I think I’ve lost my mind and I’m obsessing over a man I’ve only spoken to a handful of times?
He shouldn’t be surprised at his attraction to Potter. His father and mother fell instantly in love. Draco and Daphne fell sickeningly in love once they realized their affection for each other was not of the friendship variety. His uncle and aunt were the same way. And although his mother met Angelica after the fact they fell for each other instantly. He was sensing a pattern. Insta-love was the only word he could think to describe what he felt, no matter how hard he wanted to deny it. He sighed and rest his head on the window, then closed his eyes as the mental image of the club scene flooded his mind once more.
Peeked nipples...sweat covering golden skin...lips...tongues...and kisses. Hard cocks rubbing together...bodies moving in rhythm.
I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime
His cock grew hard and heavy between his legs. He scraped his nails down the window to ward off touching himself. No matter what he did, he could not stop thinking about wanting to touch Harry or claiming him as his own. Their conversation consisted of a few words, not even a full sentence. When they attended, Hogwarts he would stand by and watch with glee whenever Potter and Draco got into it. Now, Blaise could not help but wonder if he wanted Potter to win all the arguments with Draco. He recalled how red faced Potter got when they argued. During the first few months of his school year, things were great, and he did not have a worry in the world. Once the Dark Lord came back, Blaise and Draco were too concerned with his family to worry about petty squabbles. He took a deep breath and gathered his thought before exiting the conference room. On his way to his office, he stopped by Draco’s office. It was about time for them to get home, tonight they were having dinner at Malfoy Manor. But he also wanted to confer with Draco on the meeting he was there for physically but not mentally. He stopped at the entrance and knocked on the door frame. Draco’s office was just as large and sophisticated as his personality.
Draco had his head down and obviously had not heard when he knocked. Shrugging his shoulders Blaise walked into Draco’s office. He sat down in the chair in front of Draco’s desk. He expected his brother to look up, but Draco did not move. He took a few minutes to watch Draco and noticed the look of worry on his brother’s face. Draco had even stopped writing on the document he was working on. What could be wrong?  Blaise cleared his throat to get his brother’s attention.
Draco’s quickly snapped his head up, and his brows furrowed, “How long have you been sitting here?” Draco asked.
“Long enough to know something is bothering you,” Blaise said. “What's going on?”
Draco sighed scrubbing his hands over his face. “Daphne is pregnant,” He told Blaise. Finally, he thought, but did not voice his thoughts.
“Congratulations,” he told Draco excitedly even though he suspected Daphne was pregnant, already. “By the look on your face, I’m not sure if you're happy or sad about the baby.”
“No, everything is great, my wife is walking on cloud nine,” Blaise did not miss the sarcasm in Draco’s tone. “Don’t get me wrong, Baz. I’m happy about this baby.”
“But,” Blaise interjected.
“But I’m worried about her health and the toll it will take on her body. Almost losing the twins killed me, I don’t know what I would do if we lose this one, or if I lose her because of the baby. I don’t want to hate my child, Baz.” Blaise understood his brother’s apprehension when Daphne was twenty weeks pregnant with the twins, she experienced headaches, dizzy spells, and severe stomach pains. Daphne fainted while on a shopping trip with Saraphina and Angelica. She had to be rushed to St. Mungo's and was diagnosed with Preeclampsia or Toxemia. Toxemia caused Daphne’s blood pressure to rise and affected her liver. This could have caused Daphne to lose the babies or go into early labor.
As wizards and witches, we tend to believe that we are infallible and we are not susceptible to Muggle diseases believing that our magic core will fix everything.
Blaise thought back to how Daphne being in the hospital affect him and the whole family. Draco was beside himself, his aunt and uncle could only reflect on the child they lost, Saraphina and Blaise felt completely helpless. After realizing what was wrong with her, the healers immediately placed Daphne on bed rest monitoring her condition with potions to bring her pressure down. When she reached thirty-seven weeks, the healers wasted no time taking the babies out by inducing her labor, performing a Cesarean section.
Blaise closed his eyes. Draco had a right to be worried. “How far along is she?” He asked opening his eyes to look at his brother.
“Twelve weeks,” Draco said, throwing his quill on his desk. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m worried Baz, so worried that I could lose her and the baby this time.”
“Have you told Uncle Luc and Aunt Cissa?” Blaise did not know the words to use to comfort his brother.
“No, she wants to wait until she is over the twenty-week mark. She doesn’t want the family to start worrying too early when there might be a possibility of nothing happening this time.” Draco’s hands fell from his hair onto his desk. “The only consolation is that she is having one this time and we know what signs to look for. Daphne and her healers are optimistic that this will be a problem free pregnancy. B..“
“But you can’t help but worry it will happen all over again, maybe something worse this time.” Blaise finished Draco’s thoughts. Draco nodded. Blaise leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his legs. “I hate to say this, but all we can do is wait, I know it’s not the best advice. But it’s all I have right now. I can’t tell you not to worry because you will.”
“I know, and you're right. I know that I’m not showing it, but I am happy about this baby. I just don’t want to lose either of them” Draco sighed. Blaise understood, although he was not married yet with children, he knew how much Draco loved his wife and how much he loved being a father as well. They are silent for a few minutes before Draco spoke again. “So why did you come in here anyway? You must have had something on your mind before I dumped all my problems on you?”
Blaise shrugged a shoulder. “Not really, I noticed you’ve been absent minded lately, and I wanted to see how you were doing?”
Draco nodded, “Sorry Baz..it’s just.”
“Listen, you have nothing to apologize for. If I had someone like Daphne in my life and gone through what you went through, I wouldn’t be able to work or concentrate on clients for that matter. So I get it. I’m here for you, bro.”
“Thanks, man,” Draco said, looking at Blaise. “And speaking of having someone in your life when are going to settle down? By the time you do, Calley will be getting married and pregnant with her first child.”
“Fuck, not you too,” Blaise groaned leaning back in his chair. “How about when I meet the right one. How is that for an answer?”
Draco chuckles for the first time since Baz sat down in front of him. “Are you even looking, Baz?” Draco asked goading him.
“Oh, for crying out loud, Dray!” Blaise exclaimed. “Give it up man, there’s nothing for me to tell.”
“Come on, Baz, I want you just as happy as I am with Daphne. Is that so wrong?” Draco told him. “You deserve happiness just as much as the next person.”
“I know that, but right now, I’m not looking.” Blaise hoped that he convinced Draco to drop the subject. He was still working through his feelings of why he could not get Potter out of his mind.
Draco focused his gaze at Blaise, “You’re lying,” He said, leaning over his desk to peer closely into Blaise’s face. “You might not be looking, but someone caught your eye.” He leaned back in his chair. “This is going to be interesting. I can’t wait to see who it is.”
Blaise chuckled, “You’re mental, you know that right?” He got up from his chair, “Come on, let's go home I’m hungry.”
“Ah ha!” Draco yelled, getting up from his desk, grabbing his cloak, “You didn’t deny it.”
“Ah ha, nothing I did not confirm it either.” Blaise corrected. They started to walk toward the floo room which was closer to Draco’s office. Throwing some floo powder in Draco stepped through first with Blaise following right behind him. They landed in the floo room and made their way to the main family room. Draco was walking in front of him so when he stopped Blaise bumped into him. Draco was a few inches shorter than him, but Draco’s hair was blocking his view. He stepped around Draco and spotted his uncle Lucius glaring at the door leading to the main family room.
“Father, is there a reason why you are standing out here glaring at the door instead of being in there?” Draco asked Baz looks between both men.
“Because our women are in there and no men are allowed. Well, except him, of course.” Lucius sneered. Just as he spoke, laughter rang from the room.
“Ok, I’m confused,” Draco said, and Blaise secretly admitted so was he. “Who is in there and why can’t we go in there?”
“How could she do this to me?” Blaise watched his Uncle Lucius pacing back and forth. He stopped when more laughter was heard coming from behind the closed door. “That is all I have been listening to for the past three hours,” Uncle Lucius snapped pointing to the door. “Laughing like a bunch of hyenas!” Draco turned to look at Blaise who shrugged his shoulders. If he remembered correctly other than losing an eye, his uncle Lucius did not lose his mind as well.
Maybe they forgot to tell me.
“Father, I am trying to understand what is going on,” Draco said to his father trying to get his attention. “You still haven’t answered me, who is in there with, Mother and the rest of our women?”
“It’s not just your mother, that’s in there with that snake charmer, your wife and aunts were pulled in by his words.” Uncle Lucius said frantically. “And my sweet little Calley took one look at him and went to his arms easily.”
Fucking hell, the man’s jealous of some snake charmer. Blaise thought, shaking his head.
Again Draco looked at Blaise in confusion or more to the point what the hell? This time he raised an eyebrow in answer to Draco’s confused questions. Calley, Draco’s four-year-old daughter always stayed by her mother and father’s side whenever adults she did not know came around. She refused to speak or let them even touch her without throwing a bloody screaming fit.
Blaise turned his gaze to his uncle with utter concern. “Uncle Luc, aren’t you being a bit dramatic?”
“Jealous, more like it.” Draco snorted, echoing Blaise’s earlier thought before he walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a decanter of whiskey pouring three glasses giving one to Baz and his father.
“I’m not jealous!” Uncle Lucius snapped. Draco and Baz looked at him, ‘ yeah right.’   was written all over their faces. “I’m not!” He tried to defend. Everyone who knew or still associated with the Malfoy’s knew how possessive, and jealous Lucius Malfoy was when it came to his wife, Narcissa Malfoy. Laughter broke from behind the closet door once more, and Lucius glared daggers at the door trying to spare his competition vying for their women's attention.
“In either case, you still have not told us who is in there?” Blaise commented, taking a seat closer to the window but in perfect view of the closed door. He took a sip of his whiskey and almost choked when his uncle finally answered.
“Harry Potter or should I add Black to the end of it also since he has majority seats in the Wizengamot but is never at any of the sessions.” Blaise gripped the glass in his hand and droned out his uncle’s yammering and his thoughts go back to the night he saw Potter shirtless skin glistening with sweat dancing provocatively at the Velvet Rope.
“Potter, here, in our home?” Blaise heard Draco question his father. “I thought he was too busy for us peons’ broom trotting around the world.” It was more of a statement rather than a question, and Blaise hid his chuckle in the guise of taking a sip of his whiskey.
“I cannot answer that, but what I do want to know what he is doing here?” Uncle Lucius said. “With my wife.”
Just as Lucius finished his statement the doors to the room opened out walked his Aunt Narcissa and Daphne with Harry Potter in the middle. His mother Saraphina and Angelica walking hand in hand snickered. “Oh Harry you are a delight,” Narcissa said with her fingers tucked securely in Potter’s elbow. If looks could kill Potter would be a dead man right about now. Shit, maybe I should stand beside Uncle Lucius before he tries to curse Potter’s balls for standing so close to, Aunt Cissa. Who can blame my uncle, Potter looks fucking hot as hell. Today Potter wore navy blue casual robes and his hair slicked back showing his enchanting green eyes. Blaise’s cock stirred in his pants. He crossed his legs to hide his arousal. “It was a pleasure to have you visit.” She gushed.
“No,” Potter said, stopping and turning to face Narcissa. “It is I who had the pleasure of such beautiful women. I envy the men who get to bask in your company.” All four women giggled, and Blaise could not believe his ears. Potter brought one of Narcissa ‘shand up to his lips and kissed the back of it causing her to blush mercilessly.
Dammit, Uncle Luc is about to blow. Fucking hell I’m not spending the rest of my life picking up pieces of Potter off the ceiling.
“Oh, Harry, you must stay for dinner,” Daphne told him.
“I apologize, I must decline tonight’s offer, I have previous plans.” The women were disappointed. “However, I am free tomorrow night if that is ok with you and your husbands?” Potter turned to face Blaise, Lucius, and Draco. Blaise watched the expressions on his aunt, mother’s and sister in law’s face register shock at noticing the men in the room.
“Oh! Lucius, I did not see you there, dear. How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Lucius whispered as Narcissa walked over to him and kissed him on his cheek.
Daphne walked over and hugged Draco, “Hello my love, how was your day?” Draco engulfed Daphne in his arms, and again Blaise felt a bit jealous of his brother and uncle.
“Blaise!” His mother exclaimed, getting his attention and walked over to him also giving him a hug and a kiss on both cheeks in a traditional Italian greeting. “How are you, my son?”
“I’m well, Mother,” he responded as Angelica greeted him also. “And yourself?”
A smile broke out on her face, “Oh, I had the most wonderful day, spending it with Harry. Such a delightful young man.” She told him.
“Yes, you should come and meet him.” Blaise was about to tell her that he already met him when he was pulled over to Potter stilling standing in the same spot with a smile on his face watching everyone.
“Harry,” Saraphina calls out. “Please, meet my son Blaise. Baz for short.”
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Harry could not help but smile on the inside at the look on Blaise’s or was it Baz’s face. Since meeting the man and the seeing him at the club that same night Harry had not been able to get the handsome man out of his mind. He’d been busy over the past month, so he’d missed seeing the dark, tall and devastatingly handsome on the lift coming or going from his apartment. Meeting Blaise for the first time since their time at Hogwarts was a pleasant surprise. He could not stop thinking about the vast change in Blaise’s appearance.
He’s certainly someone I would never kick out my bed, that’s for damn sure.
The night at the Velvet Rope Harry was with Ethan and Chris. They were celebrating Chris’s twenty-fifth many times over birthday. It was while dancing with Ethan that Harry spotted Blaise watching him and could not help the way his body reacted. He imagined Ethan’s hands were Blaise’s even if it was only for a minute. Never before had Harry felt such an instant and intense attraction to another man. Now thinking back, he had always thought that Blaise was cute when they attended Hogwarts. But he was too focused on the war and more important, he still had not acknowledged the thought that he was gay.
“Hello, Zabini, it is good to see you,” Harry extended his hand for the other man to shake it.
A spark of magic ran through his body. Harry hoped he kept an easy smile on his face and did not show any reaction.
“You, as well, Potter,” Baz said taking his hand.
“Please call me, Harry.”
“Well, call me, Baz,” Blaise said to him.
Much to Harry’s disappointment their hands separated, and Blaise stepped back, but their eyes remained connected to each other. Harry’s eyes roamed over Blaise’s face as he took in every aspect of the man’s expression.
Fuck the man is one beautiful, tall, dark hot drink of chocolate that I could sip on all day.
Harry cleared his throat and stepped back from the group. “Well, I must be going.” He told the group.
“I wish you could stay,” Narcissa said to him.
Harry smiled and turned to face her, he took the same hand from before and kissed the back of it again. “As do I, my Lady,” She giggled and blushed brazenly. “But this engagement I cannot miss or fear of losing my head.” Harry was meeting with Chris and some television producer who wanted to turn his crime novels into a serial television show. Dammit, I need an assistant or a manager or both. He thought not for the first time over the past month. He was getting busier by the minute and had less time to work on his projects.
“You, sir, is utterly shameless,” She told him with a gentle swat on his chest. Harry smiled roguishly and wiggled his eyebrows, as she took him by the arm and they began walking towards the floo room. “Should we expect a guest tomorrow night, like a young lady, perhaps?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry chuckled, “I’m sorry, my dear lady, no young woman unless they are muscled and handsome.”
“Oh! Then should I expect a young man then?”
“You are very persistent, Lady Malfoy.” He said, stopping in front of the fireplace.
“Well, I wouldn’t be a woman if I didn’t pry.” They smiled at each other. Narcissa Malfoy was not what he expected, none of the ladies he met were as a matter of fact. They were beautiful and a delight to be around.
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, “Thank you, for a delightful day, my lady.” He said with a wink, then stepped back throwing a small amount of powder into the fireplace and stepped in. Before he was transported, he gave another look at Baz who was watching him. Harry smiled, it’s going to be fun seducing that man into my bed, even if it’s just for one night.
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Blaise stepped off the lift and walked to his apartment, his thoughts were all over the place. He looked back when he heard the ding of the lift and the door opened. Potter got off and started walking in his direction. He had changed from the robes he was wearing and now had on a dark blue suit and a black shirt the top was unbutton giving a peek of his creamy skin, his blue and black striped tie hung loosely around his neck.
Fuck, how can one man look so damn good in anything he wears?
Potter looked up and noticed Blaise standing at the entrance of his apartment. He was shocked by the smile that appeared on Potter’s face.
“I must say, Zabini, we seem to be seeing quite a lot more of each other than ever before.” He swaggered over to Blaise and stopped directly in front of him, and looked up at him.
Blaise looked down at Potter, who lowered his lashes and licked his lips. He bit his bottom lip causing Blaise’s dominant nature to rise inside of him. He wanted to be the one to taste Potter’s lips. To nibble on them before he sunk his teeth into the sexy man’s tempting flesh. Now I sound like a vampire, shit what the hell is wrong with me? Blaise took a deep breath and the sweetest scent assaulted him. He wanted to pull Potter flush against his body and have his way with him right there in the hallway, propriety be damned. But sensibility won over his lust.
“I take you had a very productive night, Potter?” He asked and heard the huskiness in his voice.
Potter looked up at him, “Please, I told you to call me Harry. And yes, I had an enjoyable evening. And, you as well, I hope?”
Yes, you charmed the knickers off the Malfoy women, and my mother cannot stop singing your praise, Blaise argued in his mind. “Yes, our night was great and so was the conversation.”
“That is great to hear,” Potter told him as he walked over to his apartment door and waved his hand, Blaise, heard the lock. “I am looking forward to having dinner with you lot tomorrow night.” Potter turned to look at Blaise, “I get the feeling you do not like me, but I was hoping we could change that.”
“I do not know you that well, Po...Harry.” Blaise answered.
“We could change that.”
“We could,” Blaise said, shrugging his shoulders. “Do you have a suggestion?” He had no idea why he asked that question. He felt as if he was being pulled in by Potter and all they were doing was talking to each other.
Blaise watched as Potter looked him up and down with an appreciative eye. “I have plenty,” He purred. “But let's start with the friend’s route first and see where we can go from there.”
“Friends,” Blaise said skeptically.
“Yes, you know, go out for a drink or two. Talk and get to know each other.”
“And then what, after we have accomplished being friends,” Potter said to him.
Potter smiled devilishly, and Blaise found it sexy. “I will leave that part up to you. But if you want we could skip the drinks and friendship and head straight to where we know we both want it to end.”
Is he trying to seduce me? Well, what an interesting development, I usually do the seducing. Playing hard to get will be a very new thing to do on my part.
“Would you like to come in for a drink, Zabini?” Potter asked cutting into his thoughts.
Baz smiled, “Please, call me, Baz as well. However, I must decline, Harry. I have to be up early in the morning. But I will take a rain check.”
“I will hold you to that,” Harry answered as he opened his door and stood at the threshold. They stood there staring at each other for a few minutes.
“Good night, Harry.”
“Good night, Baz,” Potter told him closing his apartment door.
Blaise opened his apartment door and stepped inside, things have certainly gotten interesting.
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Harry woke the next day and walked into his office, switching on his coffee machine and preparing his first cup of coffee before sitting down at his desk. He had a few emails to respond to and send out. He also had to search for a personal assistant. Last night after speaking with the producer, he realized how busy his life was about to become. He needed someone to keep organized and also to act in his best interests when he could not be there. He wanted someone he could trust not to stab him in the back. He would prefer to have an assistant who knew about the existence of magic and the Wizarding world. He would hate to have to obliviate the person each time they left for the day. He smiled when a brilliant idea came to him. Harry grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and hummed happily. He did not like cream or sugar in coffee. The bitter taste suited him just fine. He liked his coffee the same way he liked his men, tall, dark, handsome and hot as hell.
He placed his coffee mug down and got ready to work. Six hours later Harry’s stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten except for drinking two pots of coffee. Saving his progress, he pushed away from his desk and got up walking out of his office closing the door. He walked over to his icebox and opened it up sighing at the emptiness looking back at him. Shit, when was the last time I went grocery shopping, he wondered slamming the door shut. He called for his robe grabbing it and walked over to the floo stepping inside, throwing a little floo powder and called out his destination. Landing at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry found an empty table in the back. He sat down just as the server came over.
“What can I getcha, love?” She asked.
Harry didn’t care if she recognized him or not, so he did not bring up. He loved the fact that he can now go out in public and no one cared that he was Harry Potter. Unless he did something scandalous like picked his nose or something, then they would care, and it would be printed all over the Daily Prophet. Harry also didn’t need to look at the menu; he’s eaten here enough and knew it like the back of his hand. No wonder I don’t have any food in my icebox. Maybe I should get a house elf? Maybe then I won’t need to worry about things like grocery shopping. Shit, being an adult is so fucking hard.
“Let me get the fish and chips, and a chilled butterbeer, thanks.” The server nodded and left him alone.
He was looking out the window when there was a gentle tap on his shoulder. Harry looked behind and was surprised to see, Narcissa Malfoy who was standing behind him with a pleasant smile on her face.
“Lady Malfoy,” Harry said as he got up taking the back of her hand and kissed it.
“Lord Potter, it’s nice to see you again.” She said with a giggle.
“You, as well, my Lady.” He straightened. “Would you like to join me or did you eat already?”
“Thank you, Lord Potter, I would love to join you.” She said and stood by the empty seat on the other side of him. Being a gentleman, Harry hurried over to her and pulled the chair out for her to sit. “Thank you,” she said, sitting down.
The server returned just as Harry was about to sit with his butterbeer and took Lady Malfoy’s order. Harry was surprised when she ordered the same thing with an extra order of chips.
“So, Lady Malfoy…”
“Please, I’ve told you to call me, Narcissa,” she said with a smile.
“I stand corrected,” Harry told her. “So, what bring you to the Leaky Cauldron?”
“If I told you it was boredom would you believe me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Harry answered.
“Well, there’s your answer.” The server dropped off Narcissa’s butterbeer.
“I’ve never taken you for someone who gets bored quickly,” Harry commented.
She giggled. “I’m not, but I somehow realized that my family has grown up. Draco has his career and his family. My best friends are married and spend most of their time traveling with their spouses. Even Blaise it seems doesn’t need me around. And since the war, Lucius has been busy with the Wizengamot and meetings.”
Harry listened to her and as she talked the idea that he had earlier in his office came back to him. “I find it hard to believe your family doesn’t need you. But you want something to keep you busy, have you thought about getting a job? If I heard, correctly, you were an amazing and skilled healer.”
“And, I still am.” She said with a sigh. “But I am burnt out from the war. Granted, I returned at the end of it all. But I would prefer to do something else. Something that would put a smile on my face. I’m not saying being a healer and saving lives doesn’t come with its own reward. But I want something different. Do you know what I mean?”
“I do actually. When I first learned about magic and attended Hogwarts, my dream was to be an Auror because that was what my dad and Sirius were and I wanted to continue the tradition.” Harry looked down the bottle in his hand fiddling with the wrapper. “But in the end,” he said with a sad smile, then looked up at Narcissa. “In the end, I wanted nothing to do with fighting or trying to figure out to survive I just wanted to live.”
Narcissa stared at him for a long minute before she picked up her butterbeer bottle and tilted it in his direction. “Here’s to wanting to be different.”
Harry smiled and picked up his bottle tapping it to hers. “Here’s to new friendships and beginnings.”
They nodded before taking a sip just as the server brought their meal, and they talked more while they ate. Harry and Narcissa sat at their table for a while talking and laughing for a bit, even after they were finished eating. Harry found that he loved spending time with Narcissa Malfoy. After a while, Harry paid for their meals, and they left the Leaky Cauldron together. While they walked there were a few people that gave them weird looks and others ignored them. Narcissa did not seem to mind the onlookers and neither did Harry. He or she had nothing to be worried about they were friends. They had just walked out of one of the Slug and Jiggers Apothecary when Harry went ahead and asked Narcissa the question that had been bugging him since their talk at lunch. It occurred to him that although he had intended to ask a squib to take the job, he wanted someone he could talk with and most importantly get along with. And Narcissa filled the role most assuredly.
“So I was thinking,” he said, looking at Narcissa. “I’m in need of an assistant.” She looked at him very confused which he knew was going to happen. “Would mind accompanying me to somewhere more private, there’s something I would like to explain to you.” She stared at him for a few minutes, and Harry could tell she was probably thinking he was going to lead her into a trap or something. “I give you my word, Lady Malfoy that you will not come to any harm.”
The words were meant as a vow, and she seemed to appreciate the words and relaxed her expression. She nodded and took Harry’s offered hand. The only safest place Harry could think of was Number Twelve; he also knew that Remus would give him the privacy that he needed to speak with Narcissa. They walked to an apparition point and away from prying eyes, and they went off together. They arrived at the door, and Harry felt the wards open to let him in. He did not need to knock because this time of day Remus would be in his study working on his next project and Tonks would be at work. Teddy was probably with Andromeda. He watched as Narcissa looked around the room when he opened the door.
“It’s changed so much since I was last here. It feels like a home and not a tomb.” She remarked.
“Yeah, I remodeled it as a thank you gift to Remus and Tonks.”
“A thank you gift?”
“That’s part of what I need to explain to you.” He walked her into the kitchen and put on the tea kettle. “Let me give Remus heads up that I brought a guest.”
“Are you sure Remus won’t mind that I’m here?” She asked. “After all it is their home.”
“No, not at all.” They both turned around to see Remus standing at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Hey Remy,” Harry greeted.
“Hey, little Cub,” Remus walked into the kitchen, and Harry met him halfway they hugged patting each other on their back before stepping apart. “You haven’t been eating. Coffee is not a meal, Cub,” Remus said cupping Harry’s cheek.
“I know, I know. I’m trying to do better,” Harry told him.
“Yeah, right,” Remus said not believing Harry one minute. Remus stepped away from Harry and greeted Narcissa. “Lady Malfoy, you are welcome, here anytime. I’m sure Nymphadora and Andromeda would love to see you.” He took the offered hand and kissed the back of it.
“Thank you, Mr. Lupin. And I see where Harry learned his charm.”
“Please, we do not stand on formalities, call me Remus.” He turned and raised an eyebrow in Harry’s direction. “You’ve been charming the Lady I see.”
“Then I extend the same courtesy, call me Narcissa.” Remus looked back at her. “And yes, it seems my granddaughter has taken a liking to him, as well as my daughter-in-law and friends.”
They smiled at each other, and Harry turned to Remus. “I learned from the best.”
“Yes, well Sirius, had his good points,” Remus said. They all laughed at the joke, and it eased any tension that tried to remain among them.
“Hey Rem, do you want some tea?” Harry asked.
“Sure, so what brings you both by?” He asked as he sat down.
Harry went about preparing the tray with condiments for three cups of teas. “I want to offer the job of my assistant. But I think I need to tell her everything before she accepts it's the right thing to do.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Remus asked. He did not miss the concern expression on Remus’ face.
“It’s up to you,” Harry answered. “You know everything already. If it weren't for you, Tonks, George, and Neville being there for me; I would still be lost.”
“Then, I will take my tea and leave. La...Narcissa it was a pleasure to see you again. And I mean it, don’t be a stranger. The door is always open for family.”
“Thank you, Remus, and I will try and not be a stranger,” Narcissa told him.
Remus made his tea and left the kitchen, leaving Harry and Narcissa alone. They sipped their tea in silence before Harry spoke. “After the war, I was so messed up, I went into a stage of depression…” Harry began. Narcissa gasped and touched his hands.
“Oh, Harry, the war was hard for all of us, but no one ever stopped to think about what you might have gone through.” She touched her stomach. “I lost something precious as well.”
Harry was able to read between the lines and his heart broke, he also felt closer to Narcissa. “I’m sorry for what you have lost, I wish there were a way I could give it back to you.” She nodded.
“It wasn’t your fault. Your life was in more danger than mine. You had to do the hardest thing that we could not. You had to kill the madman on your own. Something you should never have had to do at a young age. I was impressed with you then as I am now. Harry Potter, you are stronger than any wizard I know. And I owe you more than pleasantries and a simple friendship.”
“You owe me nothing,” Harry told her gently. “And I thank you for your caring words. And you’re right, it was difficult for all of us. Families have been torn apart, children without a home and mothers without their children. Some forced to watch their loved ones die. I had and still do sometimes when I’m reminded of certain things or people. Especially, Severus…”
“I heard you were with him in his final minutes,” Narcissa said squeezing his hand.
“I was, and he loved her even in his final moments,” Harry whispered.
“He was a good man, complicated, but he was a very good man. Lucius and I are grateful for what you did for him.”
Harry chuckled, but there was sadness in it. “I thought he hated me, you know. The entire time I knew him, I thought he hated me. And the entire time he was trying to protect me. Trying to teach me. But I couldn’t see it. I was so angry that he saw my father. But he knew exactly who I was. He knew my potential, and he never told me.”
“Believe it or not, he was the same way with, Draco.” Harry snorted, and Narcissa shook her head. “Believe me, there were times Draco would cry because he stirred a potion the wrong way or used the wrong ingredients. And Severus would discipline him. But that was his way, Severus only knew how to show he cared one way. And that was to be hard on you.”
“It was a senseless war, and we all suffered in some many ways. Lucius lost an eye for it. Although, I will say he looks rather dashing with the eye patch,” Harry said with a smile that made Narcissa giggle.
“I quite agree with you with that,” she said. They were silent for a few minutes both deep in thoughts. “So, tell me about this job,” Narcissa said, breaking the silence between them.
Harry smiled, he liked her focus which is something he needed. While he would sometimes get lost in his writing, he would forget that the real world existed and needed someone to pull him back into reality. He’s gone a full day without eating or sleeping because he would become so caught up in a plot or scene and too afraid the stop because he would lose the momentum.
“Let me start from the beginning,” Harry told her.
Narcissa took a sip of her tea and nodded.
“As I was saying, after the war…”
Harry spent the next hour detailing everything from what happened to him at the end of the war to his current position as a famed Muggle author. Narcissa got upset when he explained how his longtime friends abandoned him and that Neville and George stuck with him through everything. She railed when he told her that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley turned their backs on him. He told her how Remus, Tonks, and Andromeda held his hand through it. He told her about Ethan and Chris leaving out the details of them being his first. He explained to her how Chris encouraged to become the writer William Maxfield. Harry noticed her face got excited the more he talked about his job as a writer. He explained why he was in dire need of an assistant who could take care of the legwork for him while he focused on his writing. Chris was great at his job as his editor and agent, but Harry was not his only client. The more he talked about the qualifications, the brighter her eyes got.
“When can I start? Can I use a pseudonym, as well? Do you think…”
Harry chuckled, “Narcissa, don’t you want to hear more about the job?”
“Nope,” she got up and paced the kitchen as she spoke. “I think it’s a fantastic idea, this is what I need, and you sound as if you need someone like me. We are going to make a great team you and me,” she said excitedly. “I will need to learn how to use one of those computer things, but I know how to talk to people and make sure you are being cared for properly…”
Harry shook his head; there was nothing else for him to say other than, “You’re hired, Annalissa Black.” The name came easily to him.
She stopped mid pace, “Annalissa Black, I like it.”
“Now, let’s discuss your pay…” Harry began.
“Harry, dear, please don’t take this the wrong but, I don’t want or need you to pay me. I want to this because…” She paused for a few seconds. “Because for the first time in a long time besides starting a family, I am doing something that I know will bring me joy. Plus, I can mother you which is something I’ve secretly wanted to do.”
Harry threw his head back and laughed out loud, “You, my dear, Narcissa Malfoy are a treat, and it will be a pleasure to have you mother me.”
“Good, now let’s get to work.” She sat back down.
“I’m not trying to dissuade you or anything, but don’t you want to talk to your husband and your family about this,” Harry asked her.
“Nope, not particularly. My family is busy with their careers, and it’s about time I do my own thing. I love them dearly, but I need to do this, and frankly, I don’t need their approval. I will tell them when I’m ready.”
Harry stared at her for a few minutes before agreeing. She was a strong, independent woman, and Harry would be a fool not to have her on his side. And not only that he genuinely liked her.
“Okay, it’s a deal,” He said, extending his hand for a handshake in an agreement which she eagerly took. “I need to give you access to my apartment,” Harry told her. “And I need to set up a time for you to meet Chris.”
“That would be wonderful. Now, let’s go.” She said getting up and grabbing her cloak and putting it on.
Harry was confused for a second. “Umm...where are we going?”
“To get one of those computer things, I need to get started right away. Oh, and one of those small travel floo things.” In her excitement, Narcissa did not realize Harry was not following her. “Come along, Harry dear, we have so much to do,” she told him walking out the door.
Travel floo things? Is she talking about a cell phone?
“I take it she took the job?” Remus asked him the moment he stepped out of the kitchen.
“Yup,” he answered. “Do you still have those books I got you on computer basics?”
Remus reached into his pocket and pulled out the short stacks of books tied together handing them to Harry. “I figured you might be needing them back,” he said with a broad smile.
“Thanks,” Harry said, putting the books in the front pockets of his robes.
“Harry Potter, let’s go, young man!” Narcissa yelled.
Harry jumped, and Remus burst into laughter.
“Does she realize I’m her boss?” Harry asked, shaking his head walking to the door.
“I don’t think that matter’s,” Remus answered between laughs. “Wait until I tell this to Tonks and George.”
“Laugh it up now, old man, see who gets you that gourmet chocolate from Switzerland that you love so much,” Harry mumbled.
“Your threats don’t scare me,” Remus shot back. “Love you, cub.”
“Right back at ya, old man,” Harry told him as he closed the door to catch up to Narcissa standing at the apparition point tapping her feet.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Two months later, Harry could not believe how much his life had changed since hiring Narcissa or should he say she volunteered to work for him since she still refused to let him pay her. He knew she was a beautiful and an intelligent woman, but she still surprised him. The day he hired her was also the night he was supposed to have dinner with the Malfoy family. Narcissa thought that it was more important for her to learn the ins and outs of her new job and helped him come up with an excuse on why he could not attend. According to Narcissa, she went home that night, and after having dinner with her family, she stayed up all night reading all the books he had given her. She also bought all of his books and a few history books to help her understand Muggle culture.
In a matter of days, she took to her job. She rearranged his office, his files. She set up his mailing list, and she organized all his fan mail. She even carved out a nice space for herself. His office was large enough to accommodate two or three desks. She even decorated his office with warm colors and calming color tones. She still had not completely grasped using a computer, but Harry was confident she would get it sooner than even Remus did when he was learning how to use a computer. Narcissa also had a keen eye for details when it came to business as well. And Harry realized he should have expected that. On one of his meetings with the American producer who wanted to turn his book series into a television series. Narcissa saw a discrepancy in his contract that even Harry’s Muggle solicitors missed. It was then he noticed that not only was she acting as his assistant, she also took the place of his manager. Some may say he’s too trusting, but he would be a fool to not trust Narcissa to act in his best interests.
Harry chuckled at Narcissa’s ability to multitask and more importantly kept him on track. She had a run of his home, and he wasn’t complaining. In two months his life was more organized than ever before. Yes, she mothered him, but that was small in comparison to the friendship that he gained from having her in his life. They talked about so many things. And like any mother, she nagged him about his love life. Harry told her that he was interested in someone, but they were playing hard to get, and it was only a matter of time before he had them where he wanted them. He left out the part that the person he wanted was Blaise. Narcissa was a part of his life and even got close to Chris and Ethan. Moreso Chris, since they had one person in common and that was Harry. He remembered how star struck Chris was meeting Narcissa for the first time, Harry spent the entire lunch chuckling behind the palms of his hand. But by the end, they had both ganged up on Harry, and it made him wonder if he made a mistake introducing them to each other.
Harry could also see the changes in Narcissa as well. Granted, he did not know her that much before because of the war. He remembered when he met her while he was at Hogwarts she never smiled. Now, whenever Harry saw her, she had a smile on her face that could light up a world of complete darkness. Maybe she was right when she told him that she needed this. Narcissa liked to take care of people, and she also filled a need in Harry’s life. He’s never had that motherly touch with the added bonus of a friend, and now he had both. Narcissa needed more than a title and a job. She wanted to do something that she could be proud of. Harry could tell she loved her family. But she wanted to be seen as more than Lady Malfoy, wife to Lucius Malfoy and Mother of Draco Malfoy. She wanted more for herself. And that was something and someone Harry admired.
Harry looked over at her desk and smiled when he saw her name and title on her desk. Annalissa Black, Executive Assistant. In two months the name Annalissa or Lissa is now connected to William Maxfield. Whenever they wanted, William to do something they now call his assistant. In the past, Harry has turned down guest appearances on talk shows and other places. But since Chris and Narcissa ganged up on him; he’s slowly coming out of that shell he built around himself. Harry turned back to his desk and focused on his work. He needed to look through the research Narcissa did for him. She highlighted parts that she thought he should take particular notice of. He was not only a best seller in the Muggle world but also in the Wizarding community. Harry was not sure how she did it, or who she convinced. While walking past the bookstore on Diagon Alley, Harry saw copies of his books being sold. He knew instantly it had something to do with Narcissa.
When he asked her how she got it done. And her answer was simple enough that he should have guessed. As Annalissa Black she was commanding and intelligent. As Narcissa Malfoy, she could convince a fly he was a bee. Meaning she simply asked the owner to sell Harry’s books with a smile and a suggestion. He only wished he didn’t have to do this book tour that Narcissa and Chris talked him into. In one of their lunches, Chris explained to Narcissa how reluctant Harry’s been to go on book tours and how eager his readers are to meet him. It was at that lunch that Narcissa took over and told Chris she would plan the book tour and to send her the information. Narcissa suggested that the tour should be short, maybe going to two countries. He would be gone for a total of two weeks traveling between France and Germany signing books and doing book readings. He pulled out the black-framed glasses, he wears when he is in his William Maxfield persona. Harry marvels at how at ease, he felt with the changes happening in his life.
I have no idea what I would do without Narcissa. She really is a gem. If only she knew I was lusting after her beloved nephew.
Harry could not stop thinking about Blaise and did not want to. There was something about the man that drew him in. Maybe it was his eyes, but one thing he knew was that Blaise had a dominating air that made his heart beat faster and his cock swelled. One day he was going to have Blaise and maybe, just maybe he would not let him go.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Lucius Malfoy stepped through the floo in his office and dusted off the soot off his shoulders. He was able to get off work early and rushed home to be with his wife. He was also bothered because he had not spent or had an afternoon with his wife for roughly two months. It was partly his fault, being in endless meetings and sessions with the Wizengamot. Lucius has never denied that he was a workaholic. But he would try and make time for his wife or, usually, whenever he got too caught up in his work Narcissa would pull him back and insist that they go away and spend some time together. Lucius walked up the stairs in search of his wife. Now, that they had their home to themselves, he wanted to make love to his wife in every room and on every surface possible. His cock grew hard as he thought about caressing and kissing her supple breasts and tasting her sweet desire. Hear her call out his name as she clawed at his skin to fuck her and never stop.
Lucius fell in love with Narcissa the moment he saw her when they were but pubescent teens. He championed for her hand in marriage and was rewarded with her love and friendship. She was not only his wife, but his best friend, who loved him despite his mistakes. Lucius could not see his life without Narcissa in it each day. She filled him with joy and love. His life, was wealthy because of her. He walked into the sitting room adjacent from the bedroom, he shared with his wife. He threw his cloak on the chair on the other side of the door and started undressing as he walked over to the bed. He stopped when he realized he hadn’t heard or seen Narcissa since he got home, which was unusual she would feel his presence when he got out of the floo.
“Tippy!” He yelled. Instantly the house elf popped in front of him. “Please inform Lady Malfoy that I’m home.”
Tippy grabbed her large droopy ears, “Lady, is not being home.”
“What?” Lucius asked a bit too harsh, and the poor elf started shaking. He would never harm an elf, even Dobby who got on his blasted nerves. “What do you mean she’s not home? Answer the damn question and stop the damn shaking, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Misses be leaving every day,” The elf squeaked.
“Every day? All day?” He nodded. “You may go, Tippy, thank you.” The elf popped out quickly leaving Malfoy to his thoughts. What could Narcissa be up to?
Before he could answer his own question, the floo in the sitting room flared.
“Narcissa, darling, are you home?” Angelica called out. He walked over to the fireplace to see Angelica’s face in the red-orange flames.
“No, Angelica, she isn’t,” Lucius answered. “I thought she would be with you and Sara.”
“Actually, we haven’t seen her in days. I was calling to invite her on a shopping trip.”
“That’s odd; the house elf said she leaves every morning,” Lucius told her, but his mind was running a mile a minute with possibilities. “Angelica, I need to check something. I will let Cissa know you called.”
“Thank you, Lucius. Have a good day, ta-ta.”
The call ended, and Lucius fixed his clothes. Taking a small dose of floo powder, he stepped into the fireplace and called out his destination of Draco’s office. Both Blaise and Draco were in Draco’s office speaking to each other.
“Father, Uncle Luc,” they said together.
“Hello, boys,” he greeted back.
They got up and hugged him.
“What brings you by, I figured by now you would be knee deep in meetings?” Blaise asked.
“No, I canceled my meetings to spend the rest of the day with your aunt, Cissa.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Draco asked him.
“I came to see if you’ve spoken or seen her today?”
“No, I haven’t,” Draco answered.
“As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks. Between her, mother and Angelica I am never without groceries.” Blaise answered. “Come to think of it; she hasn’t tried to set me up on a blind date.”
Draco snorted and shook his head, “That’s because you’re seeing someone, already.”
“How do you figure that?” Blaise asked.
Lucius ignored the boys’ banter and focused on where his wife could be. Their lives were no longer in danger because of an impending war or an upstart Dark Lord. Some still hated the Malfoy name, but Lucius chalked that up to jealousy. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Draco’s office door slam shut.
“What the bloody hell is going on with you two?” He asked Draco whose face was red.
“I wish he would fu… uh...bed whoever it is that he’s chasing after, this time. I bet he or she is married.”
Lucius looked at the closed door and then back to Draco, “Am I missing something?
“Don’t worry about it. But honestly, Father, I haven’t seen Mother in a few days, hell weeks. Maybe she went to France for a few days. She’s done that before. Either way, I have to get back to work.”
Lucius nodded and stepped back into the fireplace, maybe he was worried about nothing. Narcissa had been known to do things and update him on what she’d been up to later. Maybe she took on a new project. Satisfied, Lucius went home to wait for his wife to return.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Blaise slammed his office door and thundered over to his desk plopping down in his office chair. How dare Draco imply that he was pining after someone when that was hardly the case.
Then why are you so upset? A snarky voice asked from the back of his mind. Could it be that you want to see a certain sexy green eyed man who you can’t stop thinking about? The voice asked again, and Blaise wished the voice would shut the hell up.
Two months, that was the last time he had seen or heard from Potter. The man flirted with him and pulled him in with his little game, and now he left Blaise wondering if it was all a sick joke.
Why the fuck can’t I stop thinking about him? It’s not like we fucked or anything. We’ve had one fucking conversation!
Frustrated Blaise got up and grabbed his cloak, he could not keep his mind on his job and needed to do something about his thoughts of Potter. “Cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the day.” He barked to his secretary as he stormed by her desk.
“Yes, sir,” she responded quickly.
Blaise did not wait for her to say anything else, he stepped on the lift leaving his office. He hated that he felt so out of sorts. Yes, he was attracted to Potter and maybe he always was. And there was one way to get over his attraction, and that is to find someone to fuck all night long. He got off the lift and walked to the apparition point thinking about the one place that Harry Potter would never be or dare enter. He landed in front of the door and when he knocked the sequence the door opened. He walked through the dark entryway, but that was to be expected.
“Welcome, Lord Antinous, what will be your pleasure this evening?” The unseen hostess asked. The S&M club opened up a little over a year ago. They catered to the fetish of their clientele, yet kept their identity a secret.
“I require Sasha’s services, for the day, and please have dinner sent to my room with a bottle of your finest house wine,” Blaise instructed.
“As you wish, Lord Antinous. Anything else?”
“Yes, have him to wash and stretch his arse using a plug. I want him to present himself to me on his hands and knees. Also, add the charges to my account,” Blaise told the hostess.
“As you wish, thank you for using The House of Solace. ”
The door on his right opened, and Blaise stepped through the door waiting for it to close. The room was big and the walls painted gray, the ceiling to floor windows had cream French drapes. The room was designed for romance to hide that it was a high priced brothel that catered to the wealthy. All the client’s identities remained a secret to everyone, even the Madam of the house. Patrons were given a magical signature when they entered. Blaise walked over to the table and picked up the half-faced silver and black mask. He put it on and it fit his face. He tapped it adding a sticking charm. Blaise took off his cloak and jacket, then undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it still tucked in his trousers. He walked over to the bar on the left side of the room and poured himself a glass of port. He took his first sip just as there was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” he instructed.
The door opened, and Sasha walked in with his head down, after closing the door, he went to his knees and folded his hands behind his back. “I am here at your request, my Lord.”
“You’re late!” Blaise barked and Sasha flinched.
“My apologies, my Lord. I won’t let it happen again.”
Blaise did not respond, he took another sip of his drink, then walked over to the chair sitting in front of the window. “Come to me,” he instructed. Sasha went to stand, but Blaise stopped him. “Crawl to me on your hands and knees.” Sasha nodded and did as he was instructed. Sasha sat between Blaise’s open legs waiting for more instructions. “Take me out and get me hard,” he whispered hoarsely. Sasha went to use his hands, and again Blaise stopped him. “Use your mouth.” Sasha leaned forward and Blaise could feel his hot breath even through his trousers. “Look at me,” Blaise told him. Sasha looked up and green eyes connected with green-hazel eyes and instantly Blaise was hard. There was a reason he requested Sasha. He might not have the same body built as the man of his fantasies, but his eyes were close enough for Blaise to use for one night.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Blaise got off the lift and walked to his apartment. He was tired and spent. For the last few hours, he fucked the hell out of Sasha until he was dry as a bone and Sasha could not move anymore. He’s never one to brag, but Blaise was well endowed and blessed with the artful skill of lovemaking. I rewrote the book on the Kama Sutra, after all. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he did not expect his neighbor's door to open.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?”
Blaise looked up to see Potter standing with his door open talking to an older but handsome gentleman. Why does he look familiar?  The gentleman stepped to the side, and Blaise noticed that Potter was shirtless. The man had his arms around Potter in an intimate embrace.
“No, I need to get up early in the morning,” The gentleman answered running his hands through his already disheveled hair.
“If you’re sure,” Potter said. He looked over and saw Blaise standing there staring at them. “Zabini,” he said with a smile. “Ethan, I would like for you to meet an old school mate, well not, mate per se. This is Blaise Zabini.”
The man released Potter and stepped closer to Blaise, “Ethan Guber,” he said extending his hand.
“Blaise Zabini,” they shook hands, but for some reason, Blaise felt as if the other man was sizing him up. He could tell that the man was a squib, and he did not know if he should be ready for a fight or not.
They released hands, and Ethan turned to Harry, “I better be going, love. See you on Saturday.” He leaned in and kissed Potter on the lips a little too long for them to be ‘just’ friends. Their body language screamed, yeah, we fucked each other. Blaise couldn’t decide if it was tonight or some other time. Which made him angry and jealous at the same time.
“Tell that sweet lover of yours not to be sore at me for keeping you out this late,” Potter said with a smile after they parted.
“Cook him one of your delicious meals, and I’m sure he will forgive you in an instant.”
So he does more than just tempt men into his bed?
“That’s a promise,” Potter answered as they both chuckled, then Ethan turned and nodded before walking down to the lift and getting on. Ethan turned, he smiled and winked at Potter before the doors closed.
Blaise turned to open the door to his apartment, “How have you been Zabini?” Potter asked stopping him.
“Good, and yourself?” Blaise asked as he turned around.
“I’ve been good,” he shrugged. “But things could be a whole lot better,” Potter finished with a smile.
“I guess your friend didn’t give you the satisfaction you needed?” Blaise asked. To his own ear, he sounded a bit pleased by that.
Potter stepped away from his apartment door and stepped into Blaise’s personal space. “I’ve been working straight for the past two weeks without so much as a break,” he reached up and fixed the collar on Blaise’s shirt. Blaise could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears at their closeness. “I think it’s time for me to have some fun, don’t you think, Zabini? And as for Ethan, we have a rule no partaking of each other unless his lover is around.” I was right, they’ve fucked before. Potter looked up at him. Their faces are close to each other; he could feel Potter’s breath on his chin.
“So now you're looking for someone else to pass the time until they are ready to share you, is that it?” Blaise asked. He knew he sounded a bit salty and insulted by the whole thing. Fuck this was not supposed to happen.
“I think you’ve gotten the wrong impression of me, Zabini and I hope to change that,” Potter said to him.
“How do you intend on changing my mind on the type of person you are?” Blaise asked.
“You’re a smart man, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Blaise stared into Potter’s eyes and realized that the color of Sasha’s eyes did not compare. The green in Potter’s eyes glowed and danced with mischief as if he knew a secret and was bursting to tell it.
“What game are you playing, Potter?”
“Why won’t you call me Harry? Who said I’m playing a game, Zabini?” Potter asked and licked his lips. They looked so moist and kissable, and Baz wanted to taste them so badly but held off. He would not bend to Potter’s will no matter how sexy he was standing in front of him shirtless.
“Why don’t you call me, Baz?” He asked Potter.
“I don’t think you want me to call you, Baz.”
Baz raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“No,” Potter answered as he got to his toes and lifted his arms wrapping them around Blaise’s neck. Baz’s hand stayed at his side he wanted to see what was about to happen. Potter leaned in close and their lips were about to touch, but instead of kissing him Potter’s face moved to his left cheek and then to his ear. “You want me to call you, Master or do you prefer I call you Daddy. I can see it in your eyes. You want to tame me and make me beg. And who knows maybe you will. But you will have to come to me first.” Potter pulled on Blaise’s earlobe biting it before stepping back and walked over to his door. Blaise’s eyes followed Potter’s arse and looked up when he stopped. “I’ll be waiting when you’re ready,” he said then turned around. “Don’t take too long.” He winked then closed the door behind him.
Baz stood there for a few seconds before he let out the breath he had no idea he was holding. He reached down and adjusted his erection before stepping into his apartment closing the door.
Fucking hell when did Potter become so damn seductive, and who the hell knew he was a Submissive?
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Narcissa stepped out of the floo at Malfoy Manor. She got home later than she wanted. She was so excited and could not wait to surprise Harry with what she had learned. After reading the books Harry gave her, Narcissa understood the basics of using a computer, but decided she needed to know more. As per the suggestion from Remus, she enrolled in a six-week computer basic class. Narcissa felt happy to be doing something productive other than being Lady Malfoy and planning dinner parties, no matter how much fun they can be. Hmm...maybe Harry should think about having a party for his readers once they got back from their trip. I just need to convince Harry to have one. That man is stubborn and more like Lucius than I originally thought. But he opened the door for her to explore other things in her life. Narcissa had even had tea with her sister Andromeda a few times since she started working with Harry. They cried and agreed that they should have never let their parents or the war pull them apart. She hated that she missed so much of what was happening with her sister.
“I see you’re home, Cissa.”
Narcissa was startled out of her thoughts. “Lucius, you surprised me,” she told him putting a hand on her chest. She stared at him and noticed the tense expression on his face. “Darling, what’s the matter?”
“Where have you been?” Lucius asked.
Narcissa walked closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck tilting her head upwards. “Why did you miss me?” She whispered, then pulled him into a kiss that would have melted the ice caps. Lucius’ arms circled around her waist pulling her body closer to his. They separated from their kiss, for the need to breathe, Lucius picked her up in one swift move causing her to burst out in laughter as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom and everything and everyone else forgotten. Later that night they were cuddled in bed, Narcissa’s head resting on her husband’s chest. They had just finished making love, and as always Lucius had been in top form, causing and doing things to her body that made her see stars and hear the angels sing.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Lucius said to her breaking the silence and interrupting their lovemaking afterglow.
“What question was that, my darling, Luc?”
“Where were you? I came home early a couple of days in the past two weeks to surprise you, and you were not here.”
“Really,” she raised her head resting her chin on the back of her hand to peer into Lucius’s face.
“Yes, actually,” he said. “Is there something I need to worry about?”
“No, I’ve just decided to take on a new project, something to keep me busy,” Narcissa explained. “Speaking of which I will be leaving for a few days.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re up?” Lucius asked.
Narcissa was quiet for a few seconds. “I love you, Luc and I have since the day we met. But for the past few years.” She stopped and sat up, letting the sheet, pool around her hips leaving her breasts uncovered.
“I love you, as well, Narcissa,” Lucius whispered. “But, I sense a but coming.”
“That’s because there is,” Lucius went to respond, but Narcissa stopped him. “But I need to stand on my own for a bit. I need to feel needed, not as your wife, or Draco’s mother or a grandmother, even. Maybe I’m experiencing a midlife crisis. But needed in a different way. But I don’t feel as if I’m spiraling out of my mind. I hope I explained that correctly?”
“Do you want to try and have another child?” Narcissa could hear the confusion in Lucius’ voice.
“No, my love,” she told him. “I am happy with our life as it is, Luc. But I need to find my own path in this new world, the way you, Draco and others have.”
Narcissa went to get up, but Lucius stopped her and pulled her on top of him. He carded his fingers through her hair stopping at the base of her neck. “You are my world, Narcissa Malfoy. My one and only true love. I will walk through fire just to see your beautiful smile. So whatever you need I will give it to you. Take whatever time you need. I will be here waiting for you. And then we will walk that path together.”
Narcissa touched the side of Lucius’ left cheek, “You are the sweetest man I have ever met. And I cannot imagine my life without you.”
“I feel the same way, my love.” Lucius pulled her face down to his and captured her lips in another passionate kiss. He rolled their bodies over putting her beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her moist wet heat on his erection. Their lips separated but not from her body as he trails kisses from her neck to her succulent nipples.
“Oh, Lucius,” Narcissa moaned.
Her fingernails dug into the back of his head as his lips made love to her breasts. His left hand slowly moved between their bodies and parted her moist lips. He inserted a finger inside of her. She arched her back and moaned loudly. Lucius released her breasts trailing kisses down her body, stopping to lick her navel. His finger moved slowly in and out of her sparks flashed behind her eyes. Lucius licked from her belly button down, stopping between her parted legs. He placed gentle kisses on her pelvis before letting his tongue lead the way down stopping at her moist lips. Narcissa held her breath, letting it out in a long groan of pleasure when Lucius licked between her wet lips setting her world on fire.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry tapped his wand to his case shrinking it, then picking it up and putting it in his front trouser pocket. He was meeting Narcissa at the hotel. She had gone two days before to set things up for him. To Harry, it felt as if Narcissa was more than just his Personal Assistant, having added being his publicist and manager to her resume. She was coming into her own doing things that he had not thought of. He was ready physically but mentally he was not sure. This was something new he was embarking on. Before he would let Chris handle all of the legwork, but he had to agree with Narcissa that he needed to get himself out there the more famous his books got. He stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. He was wearing his William Maxfield persona. Sandy blonde hair combed back with a neatly styled five o’clock shadow. His William persona resembled that of a smart, nerdish university professor. Harry believed it was his inner personality coming out whenever he is William Maxfield. Harry sighed, he was also wound tight, with tension. He had not had sex in a very long time and wondered if he should find someone to spend the night with once he got to the hotel. He would have rather it be his next door neighbor. Harry shrugged his shoulders. Maybe Blaise was not as interested in him as he had thought.
Maybe, Blaise is attracted to older men or not men at all? No that’s not true I saw the way he looked at me. Did I come on too strong? Or maybe I wasn’t submissive enough?  Harry tried not to question his actions with Blaise. He was becoming more confident in who he was. But his attraction to Baz sometimes clouded his judgment. Maybe he’s not a top but a bottom? I mean it’s not unheard of. There are strong masculine, buff guys who prefer to be the taker rather than the giver.
Harry sighed as he walked around his room doing a mental check making sure he did not forget anything. He grabbed his computer case off the bed putting the strap over his shoulder and walked out of his room and to the floo. His electronics were all protected in their titanium cases and will not be affected by magic. He stepped into the fireplace and called out for his destination, leaving just as there was a knock at his door. Harry came out on the other side of the floo at the hotel that he and Narcissa will be staying. She was wearing her Annalisa disguise. Hunter green wire-rimmed glasses and her ombre blonde, and brunette hair pulled back into a tight french twist. The hairstyle and glasses made her look younger, along with what she was wearing. A black high-waisted pencil skirt and a red sleeveless top.
“You’re late,” she said in greeting.
“Hello to you, Annalissa. And no I'm not late I'm right on time.” Harry said walking over to her giving her air kisses on both cheeks.
“Yes you are,” she told him looked own at the pad in her arms. “I scheduled you for a lunch meeting with three members of your fan club and then a reading at the bookstore followed by dinner with the producers and the directors from the United States...”
“Wait did you schedule me for any fun, let alone time to go to the bathroom?”
“Fun, fun…” she said looking at her pad. “Nope, no time for fun, but you have a three-minute window for a quick bathroom break.” Narcissa smiled when she looked up at him.
“You’re a damn slave driver, you know that, woman.”
“That’s why you pay me the big bucks, love,” she took his arm as they walked towards the door out of the hotel.
“I don’t pay you, remember, you refuse to let me.”
“Yes, well we can renegotiate when we get back home, now let's get going, things to do and people to see.”
“Yes boss, coming boss…”
Later that night, Harry fell face first on the hotel couch and groaned. He'd never smiled more or nodded his head more than he did today. His fingers were cramped from signing his name in so many books today. He was tired and sore from being polite and he had to do this for the next three weeks. He never knew Narcissa was such a taskmaster. Wherever she led him, he followed without complaint. Harry rolled over onto his back and sighed. Maybe, he was exaggerating it wasn’t all that bad. He got to see the kind of people read his books and enjoyed hearing what his story did for them.
On more than one occasion a reader suggested that it was time for the main character to get a love interest. He smiled each time they suggested it. Won't they he surprised with the next novel to the series? Forcing himself up off the couch, Harry walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Taking a large gulp as he walked over to the bed and started undressing. He thought he would have had time to go out and maybe find someone to comfort him for the night, but he was bone tired. All he wanted to do was to shower and have a good night, sleep. No doubt, Narcissa would be here bright and early to drag him around from one appointment to the next.
Might as well get the thought out of my head now, I barely had time to go to the bathroom. Getting laid will be much harder.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
“Hey, do you mind having dinner with Father tonight?”
Blaise looked up from the document he was reading to see Draco was standing at the entrance of his office. “Why? What’s going on?”
“He’s been lonely since Mother left,” Draco walked further into his office and leaned on the chair in front of Blaise’s desk.
“Aunt Cissa is gone?” Blaise has been so busy trying to put a certain green eyed man out of his mind that he had purposely buried himself in his work. Why the fuck did I knock on his door? I should have known he was playing with my emotions. Well, not again. “Is everything alright with Aunt Cissa and Uncle Lucius?”
“According to Father, everything is fine. Mother simply needs time; time from what I don’t know. So now, he sits at home waiting for her to come back.”
“How long has she been gone? Does he even know where she went or with whom?” Blaise got up from his desk and walked in front of it. He stood in front of Draco with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for his best friend to answer.
“About two weeks now, and no, she wouldn’t give him any details. But Blaise, you should see him. He’s lonely, and it’s just pathetic, Baz, really. I’m very worried there might be more going on that he’s not telling me. You saw how he was the last time he came here.” Draco sighed shaking his head. Blaise could tell that Draco was worried about his father. He also knew there were times Draco would let his imagination get the better of him coming up with scenarios that are not there.
“You are seriously not thinking that your mother, my aunt is having an affair?
“I don’t know what to think, Baz,” Draco told him. “I know Father is not himself, lately.”
“Fine,” Blaise sighed and leaned his hips on the edge of his desk. “What time should I be there?”
Draco smiled and stood up, “I say around six thirty. Daphne and I really appreciate it with the kids spending the night at her parents it will give us some time alone.”
“Wait a minute, you and Daphne won’t be there? What the fuck, Draco? You could have said that before you asked me.”
“I’m sorry, man. But if I lead with that you would have said no.”
“Damn right I would have!”
“Please, Baz, you have to do this for me. It’s not like you had plans tonight.” Draco winced, he must have seen the look on Blaise’s face. “Shit, I didn’t mean it that way. But you have to admit you’ve been spending your night’s buried in work to avoid going home or are you trying to avoid the person you were seeing?”
Blaise knew he had no argument to what Draco just said. “Whatever, get the hell out of my office.” He turned to walk back to his chair then stopped. “And Draco, add this one to the list of the many things you owe me.”
Blaise did not need to turn around to see the broad smile on Draco’s face, but he heard it in his tone. “Of course.”
“Bastard,” Blaise said, turning his head to look at Draco’s retreating back if his friend heard him he did not show signs of it.
Blaise stepped out of the floo at Malfoy Manor, he was a few minutes late for dinner and hoped his uncle would understand. He took off his cloak as he walked through the halls to the family dining hall where his uncle should be waiting for him. Blaise stopped when he walked into the room and did not see his uncle sitting at the table waiting for him. As a matter of fact, the Manor was quiet, too quiet in his opinion. Blaise was about to call for a house elf when he heard a feminine laughter coming from down the hall.
Could Draco be right and Uncle Lucius is cheating on Aunt Cissa?
Blaise did not want to believe it; he quietly crept down the hall following the laughter. He stopped just outside the door and wondered if he was ready to see that his uncle was in fact cheating on his wife. It will break Draco’s heart. Pulling on his courage. Blaise peeked through the cracked door and gasped in surprise at what he saw, but knew he will never be able to erase it from his mind. On the far side of the library was his Uncle Lucius on his knees. His Aunt Narcissa naked and pushed up against the wall, her legs resting on his muscular shoulders, crossed at her ankles, with Lucius kneeling between her legs. She was moaning and her back arched. Blaise backed away closing his eyes because he did not want to see anymore. His back hit the wall, and he sagged against it and exhaled slowly and quietly, not wanting his uncle and aunt to know that he saw them.
Well, I found out two things today. One, my uncle is not cheating and two I never want to see that again. Scarred for fucking life. Draco fucking owes me.
Getting his bearings. Blaise opened his eyes and dared not look through the crack of the door and walked or rather ran the hell out of Malfoy Manor vowing to kick Draco’s arse to a bloody pulp. Knowing that your parents were sexually active was one thing, but to witness it was another. Merlin, I’m going to kill the bastard!
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry couldn’t take it anymore if he smiled one more time, he was going to scream. Or was groped and pinched on his arse by another horny woman he was going to scream bloody murder. He needed to get away even if it was for a minute. Harry thought that after Narcissa left, he would have some time to himself, but what she neglected to tell him was Chris was going to be her stand in for the last week of this book tour.
“Harry smile, you’re scaring the masses,” Chris whispered to him.
“I don’t wanna,” Harry pouted and did not care how he looked. He was tired, and his arse was sore and not in a good way. He looked at the line of women standing impatiently behind the closed door of the store waiting for him to sign their books.
“What if I told you that this is the last stop and we go home tonight, will that make you at least smile for me,” Chris told him.
Harry snapped his head to the side and looked at Chris, “Don’t lie to me, Christopher.”
“Hmm...using my full name, you must be angry.”
“You’re damn right I’m angry,” he said to his best friend. “You and Narcissa kept this part from me, and I’m starting to regret introducing you two to each other.” Harry leaned against the wall behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not lying I promise. Look, it’s partly your fault as well.”
“How do you figure that?”
“It’s not my fault you’re a brilliant writer. And we originally only planned for two weeks and the third week you would be free to do whatever you wanted. But word spread and well you know,” Chris said with a shrug.
“Trying to get on my good side is not working,” Harry told him, but even to his ears, he did not sound convinced or upset.
“What if I promise…”
“Stop,” Harry said, holding up his hand in front of Chris’ face. “I love you; I really do. But don’t make promises I know you’re going to break. You love this stuff.”
Chris sighed and nodded., “You’re right I do. Love, I have never lied to you. You are a wonderful writer and Cissa, and I want to see you succeed. This is your way to give back to your readers for their support. And think about this. This is just a small amount of your fans. Your books are translated in fifty different languages so far. We’ve only just scratched the surface, Harry. You’re about to become more famous as William Maxfield than you ever were as Harry Potter. And look at it this way, no Dark Lord to kill just an annoying character.”
“But I don’t want to be famous,” Harry whined.
“Suck it up buttercup, you already are. Cissa and I are simply waiting for you to realize it.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Harry pouted more. “And don’t think I don’t know that you and Narcissa are not planning something else behind my back.”
Chris did not say anything, and his silence was all the answer that Harry needed. “Why the hell did I agree to do this whole thing in the first place,” Harry grumbled.
“Because I’m very persuasive and as much as you hate to admit it, I have you wrapped around my little finger,” Chris finished with a wink and a smile.
“Shut up,” Harry told him, and Chris giggled.
“You know what your problem is, don’t you?” Chris asked him.
“Please, enlighten me on what is my problem.” He stared at his friend already knowing what he was thinking.
“You need to get laid,” Chris told him.
“I was working on that before you and Narcissa dragged me out on this,” he pointed towards the door.
“Oh, do tell,” Chris said, eager to hear about Harry’s love life. “Is it that hunk of sexy chocolate that gave Ethan the stink eye the other night?”
“Mr. Maxfield!” The store manager called his name giving Harry the opportune time to make his escape.
“Look at that; it seems I’m being called.” Harry smiled at Chris and walked away from his best friend.
“Hey, get back here. We’re not done talking about this!” Chris called out.
“Work to do, Christopher,” Harry said with a chuckle. Serve the bastard right. I think I will let him stew for a few days.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry rolled over and snuggled deeper into his blankets. It felt so good to be home. Chris kept his promise about it being the last book signing, but what he neglected to tell Harry was that he was going to be there all day. He had to smile so much over the past week that he ended up getting a temporary twitch on the right side of his face. He pulled the covers over his head and hoped to go back to sleep when there was a knock on his bedroom door.
“Go away, Narcissa, I’m mad at you!” He shouted.
“Oh, Harry, don’t be mad,” He pulled back the covers and there she was standing beside his bed. “It was for your own good. And now that you’re back, it’s time to plan for the party.
“Party? What party?” He asked, sitting up.
She walked over to his windows and pulled back the drapes. “It’s not really a party, more like a business dinner party. Chris has given me a list of all the influential Muggles who should attend.”
Harry flopped back down on his bed and pulled the covers over his head. “I’m not moving from this spot for the next month. And you can’t make me!” His voice sounded muffled by the covers, but he did not care. He was putting his foot down.
“Well, then I guess you don’t want to hear about the award that you were a recipient for, while you were away. Maybe I should just throw away the letter altogether.”
Harry pushed the covers back and looked up at Narcissa, who was again standing by his bed with an envelope in her hand tapping her chin with it.
“What award?” She handed him the envelope and Harry rushed to open it and quickly scanned the words. He got excited the more he read. “Oh Merlin, Cissa do you know what this is? What it means?” He asked, looking up at her with excitement.
“Of course I do,” She told him then sat down beside him. “Congratulations!” She said hugging him.
He hugged her back, then pulled back scanning the letter again, “This is the highest honor, I can’t believe she reads my books! It’s the equivalent of getting the Order of Merlin.”
She nodded, “It is. And of course she does, don’t be daft.”
“Is it bad that I wish I was getting as Harry Potter and not William Maxfield?”
“No, it’s a reasonable hope. Harry keep this in mind. William Maxfield is just a name and nothing else. You are Harry Potter, and it was you who wrote those beautifully written books.”
Harry smiled, “Thanks, Cissa.”
“You’re welcome, Harry. Now about this party.” She said getting off the bed.
Harry groaned and flopped back down on the bed and buried himself back in the covers listening as Narcissa droned on and on about the party.
Later that day, Harry was in his office going over a few things for his next project. He looked up when he heard the tapping on his window. Getting up from his desk, he opened the window letting the eagle in. The bird flew in and dropped the letter on his desk before flying to the dish of treats and back out the window. Harry picked up the envelope after closing the window. It was from Gringotts. He had already received his quarterly statements from his bank manager. In his last report, his savings and investments were doing great. The orphanages that he opened were also doing great, and more children are being adopted. He had also opened a magical kindergarten that was being run by Dean and Seamus along with their spouses and Dean’s mother, Mary. Harry opened the letter. He flipped it over to see who it was from and saw Bill’s name at the bottom. He moved back to the top of the letter.
Harry ,
I know I am the last person that you would want to hear from. But, this was the only way that I could get you to come to see me. Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mother are contesting the validity of your right to the Black fortune and title. Father, on the other hand, has decided to stay out of it, but he has not convinced them to not go through with this ridiculous plans. They have demanded reparations from you and that you relinquish your holdings to Black Manor and the Black estate .
Harry did not finish reading the letter. He started shaking his head. How could they do this to me? What the fuck have I ever done to them. He needed legal help, and there was only one person that could help him right now. He walked out of his office and the front door over to Blaise’s apartment. He was livid and hurt at the same time.
How dare those charlatans try to claim something that was not theirs in the first place.
Harry banged on Blaise’s door. When no one answered, he stomped back to his apartment and began to pace his living room. He was so angry and hurt. Why must the Weasleys continue to hurt him? He left them alone. There were numerous times he could have hurt them by taking away their livelihood for the many things they did to him. Ron and Ginny, who used his name to get their jobs. Hermione tried to convince him sign his name, declaring her his proxy. And Mrs. Weasley, who tried to force Ginny to marry him for his money, even after she cheated on him. Harry sat down on his couch, the letter fell from his hands. His head fell into the palms of his hands. He started crying. He was tired of being heartbroken, especially by people who once claimed to be his friend. Harry did not care about the Black title. But because it once belonged to his godfather, the man he saw as his father, Harry refused to give it up. He was going to fight it. But first, he needed to let go of the hurt.
“Are you okay? Harry snapped his head up, and through tear filled eyes, he saw Blaise standing at his door. Before thinking about what he was doing Harry got up from the sofa and practically threw himself into Blaise’s arms who caught him quickly letting more of his tears fall.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Blaise had no idea what was going on. He had decided to take the rest of the day off considering that he’d been working late for the past couple of weeks. He had planned to work out and maybe go out to a club later. What he didn’t expect was to walk up to his apartment door and hear crying coming out of his next-door neighbor's open door. He was shocked when Potter flew into his arms and began to cry. Blaise had no idea what was going on, but he could not deny that he liked the feeling of having Potter in his arms. In one swift move, Blaise picked Potter in his arms. He kicked the door closed and carried Potter over to the couch and sat down with the man still in his arms sitting him on his lap.
“It’s going to be okay,” Blaise told him, even though he had no idea what the matter was.
“Why can’t they leave me alone?” Potter whispered he had stopped crying.
“What happened?” Blaise whispered.
Instead of answering Potter handed him the paper that was on the couch. Blaise took it and started to read. As he read, he felt his blood starting to boil. He had no clue what happened to fracture the relationship between the Weasley and Granger, but to propose such a claim as Lordship rights and titles was punishable by death in the Magical community.
“What am I going to do?” Potter went to get up, and Blaise stopped him. It might be the wrong time, but he enjoyed having Potter sit on his lap.
“What do you want to do?” Blaise asked as he used his thumb to lift Potter’s tear-streaked face to his. Potter raised his eyes and met his gaze. He saw so much hurt and pain evident in his jeweled green eyes. Tears slipped down the sides of his face, and Blaise let them fall.
“I want them to pay. I’m tired of hurting.” Harry whispered and closed his eyes and buried his face in Blaise’s chest. “I used to think that if I leave them alone, they would do the same. I’ve moved on with my life, but they, want to live in the past and continue to dig the knife deeper into my back.” He looked up at Blaise, and this time there was something different looking back at him. It was the same strength and determination he had seen before when they attended Hogwarts. “I was crippled once, and I will not let it happen to me again,” Potter said to him and it made Blaise wonder what the hell he meant by that. “I need you to help me. I went to look for you but…”
“I just got home,” Blaise said, cutting him off. Potter rested his head back on Blaise’s chest, they were silent for a bit. Blaise wrapped his arms around Potter, who did not seem as if he wanted to move. The sun was going down, and the room was getting dark. “It could get messy.” Blaise finally said, breaking the silence between them.
“As long as I win, and keep what rightfully belongs to me, I don’t care how messy it gets,” Potter said, looking up at him. "I will not let them take any more from me than they already have."
They stared at each other, with the sun setting he was able to appreciate how beautiful Potter was. Potter raised a hand and gently touched the side of his left cheek. Blaise could feel his head slowly moving downwards. Their breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the entire apartment. Their lips were inches away from each other. He looked up quickly and saw that Potter was staring at his mouth. Potter looked up and their eyes connected for a brief second before Potter’s eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly got off Blaise’s lap almost falling to the floor.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, dashing at his wet cheeks standing in front of Blaise. “I’m so sorry. Fuck, I didn’t mean for that to happen…”
“So are you telling me that you don’t want to kiss me?” Blaise remained seated.
“No, that’s not what I mean…” Potter said, trying to explain himself.
Blaise enjoyed seeing this flustered Potter. Maybe there was still some of that shy boy still buried deep inside Potter and only revealed itself when Harry was unsure of what he was doing. But Blaise did not care. He liked the shy, unsure Harry Potter as well as the confident, charming man who brought out his protective and dominant sides. He needed to touch and kiss Harry before he lost his nerve and his mind. He had denied his attraction long enough, and he needed to see how far things will go. No matter how many times he fucked Sasha he still could not get Harry out of his mind. Blaise reached forward and pulled Harry to him. He put his hand on Blaise’s chest, putting some distance between them trying to get up. But Blaise put a hand on his hip, stopping him. The way he was sitting Harry's legs were now on both sides of, Blaise and their crotches rubbing against each other. Blaise cupped the back of Harry’s neck with his other hand.
“Do me a favor?” He whispered.
“What’s that?”
“Shut up and let me fucking kiss you.”
Blaise did not give him a chance to respond. He pulled Harry’s face closer to his and smashed their lips together. The first small taste caused Blaise to moan loud. Harry circled his arms around Blaise’s neck deepening their kiss. He was hooked on Harry’s taste and sweet scent. Fuck, he tastes like he belongs to me. From the second their lips touched, Blaise realized he would want more, no need more of Harry and would never be able to get him out of his system.
TCB!!
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