A Business Affair: The Supplement

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Harry stood outside of the lawyer’s office, nervously rotating his wand in his fingers. He took a breath and let it out slowly, glancing at the clock. Forcing his hands down, he sat tightly in his chair, waiting.

He turned sharply as he heard a noise just outside the door. It sounded like a small scuffle, accompanied by some curses and few angry noises. Seconds later, the door opened a tiny bit and a man slipped inside, as though trying not to open the door any wider than necessary.

“Fucking reporters!”

Harry let out a breath of relief and stood up, going over to Draco and hugging him. Draco was surprised, but embraced Harry all the same.

“Thank God you’re here,” Harry breathed, holding Draco tightly.

Draco gave him a questioning look. “I told you I would be.”

“I know, but it was getting late.”

Draco glanced at his watch. “We’ve got ten minutes.”

“Yeah,” Harry said nervously. “I hope this works.”

“It better,” Draco snarled. “I’m sick of all this. That woman has got to go. It’s been two months, for christ’s sake! How much does she want punish us? I mean, sure, the press backed off after that dragon mysteriously landed on our property and chased them away but now they’re back and as bad as ever. Stupid public divorce. Weasley won’t get away with this.”

“You don’t know Ginny like I do,” Harry said darkly, sitting back down in the hard wooden chair by the wall. Draco took the seat next to him. “She’ll do anything to get her way.”

“I still don’t understand why you just don’t tell them she cheated too, and first.”

“Because I have a sense of morals and decency, unlike her.”

Draco made a motion of agreement. “I suppose. But why can’t I tell them? Wipe that smirk right off her face, it would.”

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “It’s just a vicious cycle. It won’t be over until we get her to sign these papers.”

“If only she would just sign them. We’ve been doing this for months now. How much more does she want? You’ve already offered the flat and everything in it. What else is there?”

“Compensation for mental damages.”

“She already had those.”

Harry laughed slightly. “Too bad the judge won’t believe that.”

“All you have to do is look at her,” Draco said, as though it was obvious. “She’s insane. It’s been two months, almost two and a half, and she still wants more. There’s nothing more. She just wants to drag this out for as long as possible, be the paper’s sweetheart for just a bit longer. As soon as this is over, though, they’ll realize what an idiot she is and she’ll fall faster than a bowling ball.”

Harry smiled and leaned into Draco. “If only. Unfortunately, we have to keep going through this until someone is satisfied.”

“I’d be satisfied if she just fell off the edge of the Earth,” Draco muttered.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Too bad the Earth is round.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, Harry occupying his time by fiddling with Draco’s hair. Draco didn’t protest and sat patiently, waiting for their lawyer. Five minutes before they were due inside, a man in a smart suit emerged from a door to their right.

Harry stood up immediately, greeting the lawyer with a handshake. “Hello, Mr. Calloway. How are you today?”

“I’m doing well,” Mr. Calloway replied, granting Harry a quick smile and a nod to Draco, who had risen also. “Are you ready for this? Normally a court date isn’t necessary but since normal negotiations haven’t worked, it may be the only thing.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah, I hope this is the last time.”

Mr. Calloway nodded. “If things go according to plan, it should be. Hopefully the judge won’t be taken in by her story, though if she cries, we may have a problem.”

Harry glanced at Draco forlornly. Knowing Ginny, she would do anything in her power to delay the divorce.

They talked a few minutes more, only stopping when another door opened and Ginny came in. She was wearing her best robes and only spared Harry a disgusted sneer, which Draco returned in full force. Ginny sniffed and put her nose in the air, sweeping past them and into the courtroom.

Harry, Draco, and Mr. Calloway followed her in. Draco leaned over to Harry and muttered in his ear as they went. “Think anyone would notice if I cursed her?”

“Probably,” Harry replied.

“Even if it was just a little one?”

Harry nodded and gave him a stern look, to which Draco rolled his eyes and took his seat behind Harry as Harry sat down with his lawyer. Glancing over, he saw Ginny arranging herself carefully next to her lawyer. He saw her look attentively at the judge and smile that innocent smile he’d seen too many times.

He forced himself to look away, though, as the proceedings began. Mr. Calloway stood first.

“Your honor,” he said, addressing the judge at the stand. “We’re here today because my client, Mr. Potter, has unjustly been denied a divorce he has long desired. Mrs. Potter refuses to sign the agreement, though she has been offered most of their possessions.”

Ginny’s lawyer then stood. “Mrs. Potter has suffered great emotional harm from her husband’s actions. He had an affair for several months while they were married, causing Mrs. Potter great strain.”

Behind Harry, Draco scoffed. Harry turned to him and gave him a hard look. The judge glanced his way but said nothing.

“Mr. Calloway, what can you say of these accusations?” the judge asked.

“Mr. Potter has openly admitted to having an affair and has shown his repentance by offering Mrs. Potter their place of residence and everything inside except his Quidditch gear which he requires for work. Mrs. Potter is indeed greatly strained if she does not admit that she too committed adultery, for a much longer period than Mr. Potter.”

“Is this true, Mr. Hanover?” the judge said, addressing Ginny’s lawyer.

The man paused for a second, but didn’t falter. Behind him, Ginny’s expression was growing more worried. “My client had an affair, yes, but this was only due to her unhappy state while married to Mr. Potter.”

“Then why is she so clearly against a divorce?” Mr. Calloway said sharply.

“Silence,” the judge ordered then paused. “Mr. Hanover, answer the question.”

Mr. Hanover looked a little unseated, but quickly recovered. “Mrs. Potter is deeply in love with Mr. Potter still and wishes to go to counseling instead of getting a divorce. She believes they can work through their issues.”

At that, Draco let out a derisive laugh. Harry hissed at him to be quiet, but Draco did no such thing. Standing up, he addressed the judge.

“Your honor, there is no therapy that can change who you love. Mrs. Potter should be aware of this, especially considering she risked her marriage for a man who cared nothing for her.”

“Sit down, Mr. Malfoy,” the judge reprimanded. Draco nodded and took his seat again. Harry shook his head in despair. There was no way the judge would force her to sign now.

Across the room, Ginny was looking particularly smug as Draco sat down. Her eyes caught Harry’s and gleamed as though she knew she’d won. She smirked and looked back to the judge, holding her head high.

The judge was silent for a moment, then, “I’ve made my decision.” Harry looked up quickly, his heart beating fast in his chest. He glanced back at Draco then back at the judge, waiting on the edge of his seat. The judge looked between Harry and Ginny, then down at his notes. “In the case of Potter versus Potter, the court orders Ginny Potter to sign the papers agreeing to the prearranged conditions, hereby rendering the marriage null and void. Mr. Potter, congratulations. You are now divorced.”

Harry’s eyes lit up and his mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe it. He was free! He stayed long enough to see Ginny officially sign the papers, then was out the door, Draco by his side. He grabbed Draco, kissing him hard.

“I’m free!” he yelled, grinning widely.

Draco smiled. “You are. Now what would you like to do as a free man?”

Harry paused, seeing Ginny leaving the building, her lawyer behind her, his hand on her back in a fashion a little more than friendly. He turned back to Draco.

“Let’s give the press something everyone wants to see.”

Turning and following Ginny, Harry and Draco slipped out carefully to where the press was gathered, immediately pouncing on them all as they went out. Ginny was hiding her face but Harry and Draco merely smiled.

“Can I have your attention, please?” Harry called, waving his arm and all the press clambered around him. Even Ginny looked up. “I’d just like you all to know that Draco and I are officially a couple now that this is over.” He turned to Draco and pulled him into a smashing kiss. Harry could hear the flashbulbs going off but didn’t care. All that mattered was that it was all over and they could finally be happy.

When they broke apart, Harry turned to the reporters. “Oh, and if any of you try to follow us around, you might find that the dragon mysteriously appears again.”

With a nod and a glance at Ginny’s murderous face, Harry and Draco Disapparated. They appeared in the Manor, laughing.

Draco grabbed Harry, pulling him close to himself. “You’re so hot when you’re in control.” He kissed him fiercely, his hand sliding down Harry’s back.

Harry laughed into the kiss but was cut off by Draco’s tongue in his mouth. He groaned appreciatively and tugged Draco’s closer by his hips. After a few breathless moments, he pulled back.

“How ‘bout I take control right now?” He smiled as Draco continued pressing kisses to his face, his neck, his throat.

“Mmm, sounds good,” Draco murmured, licking Harry’s neck before nipping it.

Together, they stumbled, never losing contact, into the bedroom, Draco whispering dirty nothings in Harry’s ear before the door even swung shut. Harry merely smiled impulsively at Draco’s whisperings as he pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top.

“I love you, Draco,” Harry said quietly, kissing Draco softly.

Draco stopped pulling at Harry’s shirt for a moment to smile up at him. “Love you too, now stop talking and start shagging.”

Harry laughed. “Always the insatiable one, aren’t you?”

Draco paused then smirked. “Let’s just hope you’ll always be able to satisfy.”

“Oh, I know I will.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry again. “Good.”


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A/N: The end of the end, it is here. No sequels, sorry. Please review!