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

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Title: Wooing the Reluctant

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

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

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

Rating: NC-17

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

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

Author’s Notes: And just what does Draco have planned? Well, this starts his plans. Thanks to Skeren Dreamera for helping me with the Rita article. I hate her, and Sky made it work beautifully! Any guesses on what Draco’s going to do next?

Chapter Three - Declare Your Intentions Up Front

This way, your intended cannot say they had no idea what you meant.

Exclusive: Lord Malfoy Declares Intent to Court Saviour

by Rita Skeeter

As you might have guessed, I had the extreme pleasure of sitting down with the handsome Draco Malfoy a few days ago for an interview. We met at the stately Malfoy Manor, the man himself greeting me at the door to lead me through the gorgeous rooms and into a beautiful conservatory that overlooks the extensive gardens surrounding the property. He looked quite at ease sitting in the sunlit room and his smile was warm for this humble reporter.

"Lord Malfoy, I must say that your home is absolutely lovely." The tea that had been arranged was absolutely wonderful as well. Only the best out of a Malfoy, as you all might expect.

"Thank you, Miss Skeeter. I shall pass along your kind words to my mother."

"Now, not that I don't enjoy your company, Lord Malfoy, but may I ask as to why you requested this interview?"

"That's simple, Rita. I would like the Wizarding world to know that I intend to woo our very own Boy Who Lived." At this point he gave me a smile that would melt steel with its warmth. It's pretty safe to say that I may have melted, just a little.

"Well, that certainly is news," I said. "Is there a particular reason? Please don't take this badly, but the rivalry between yourself and Harry Potter while you attended Hogwarts is infamous."

He laughed softly before turning his stunning silver eyes on me, his face very serious. "That is true, but since we are no longer children or students, but men grown up, I'd like to put that behind us."

"And you believe a formal courtship is the way to do so?" I was caught speechless, to say the least, by his reasoning, but the very thought of the handsome Lord Malfoy with our extremely attractive Boy Who Lived intrigued me.

"Oh, no, the way to do so is to spend the time to get to know the real Harry Potter, of course. The courtship is because I find that he is absolutely gorgeous and no one but he can be my equal."

There you have it, folks. Draco Malfoy tells us all how to win over our very own Harry Potter, but he did warn me that should someone attempt to poach where he is hunting, they will find it to be a stiff competition. With his extensive knowledge of esoteric magic, I see many duels ending in the young Lord's favor, should it come down to that. I, for one, wish him much luck in his plans to win over Mr. Potter, who is notoriously choosy and has had more than his fair share of heartache in the last few years. After his famous breakup with his now ex-fiancée, the beautiful and spirited Ginevra Weasley, he is seldom seen in the company of other witches or wizards for very long. (For more, see page four.) If nothing else, he deserves the happiness of a relationship that his parents, James and Lily Potter, shared before their untimely deaths at the hand of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

I leave you with Mr. Malfoy's parting words. "Harry Potter is an intelligent, handsome and kind individual, who has had a rough life and needs someone who loves and respects him to spoil him. I am that someone."

Exclusive: Lord Malfoy Donates 300,000 Galleons to War Orphan Fund and Is Named to Board of Directors

by David Honeycomb

A press release issued by Gregory C. Crabemyer last night has named Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy as the newest, and youngest, member of the Board of Directors for the Potter-Lupin-Black Fund for War Orphans. Mr. Crabemyer was only too happy to announce the young aristocrat's joining of the prestigious foundation, which was started at the end of the Second Voldemort War by Mr. Harry James Potter and his friends. Since its inception, the fund has set up four orphanages for children of the fallen on both sides of The Second Voldemort War or children whose parents no longer wanted them. It has also facilitated over 100 adoptions in its three year history, a previously unheard of number.

As well as Lord Malfoy's appointment, he donated 300,000 Galleons to the organization. He stated, "My cousin, Teddy Lupin, lost both of his parents in the Final Battle at Hogwarts. If not for my aunt Andromeda Black-Tonks still being alive, he might not have had anywhere to go. The thought of other innocent children living on the street or in abusive homes is deplorable. They are citizens of our world, and it is our duty to take care of them as much as possible.

"The story of Mr. Harry Potter's abusive Muggle relatives has become common knowledge in the last few years. We need to make sure that this never happens again. He was a magical child, born to two magical parents, and should have stayed within the Wizarding community. Not only that, but his Muggle relatives should have been investigated before they were given over the care of the child that defeated Lord Voldemort. Instead, his care was decided by the headmaster of Hogwarts, who clearly chose poorly, and he was left there for years of verbal, mental, emotional, and sometimes physical abuse with no regular check ins.

"It is time that we say never again and as a community take a more active role in helping orphaned children.

"Also, I have proposed that we start an investigation into Muggle-born children's homes to see that they are properly cared for, both before and during their time at Hogwarts. We have these names on the list in the headmaster's office. They appear as soon as the child is born, so there should be no excuse.

"Hopefully, we can stop the situations which fostered not only Harry Potter, but also Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort. If Mr. Riddle had received an early intervention by the Wizarding community, he might not have become such a twisted individual."

Certainly, after reading Lord Malfoy's words, I can only wish him luck in his endeavors and look forward to seeing his plan being implemented. An attempt was made to reach Mr. Harry Potter to get a statement, but his solicitor has told The Daily Prophet that Mr. Potter has no comment on Lord Malfoy's actions and this does not affect his own projects with the fund.

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Draco stretched languidly as he looked at the front page of The Daily Prophet, where a picture of his own face smiled back at him. ‘Absolutely perfect,’ he thought. ‘I couldn’t have done better if I’d written the two articles myself.’ He sighed as he looked at the picture they chose of Potter, however. It had to have been a stock photograph. Potter was trying to duck the photographer and he was wearing the most unattractive scowl, but his eyes, those deliciously perfect green eyes, burned with a fierceness that Draco had never been able to avoid.

His lips twitched into a smug smile as he stared at the picture of his Intended. ‘Soon, Potter, you will be mine.’

He placed the newspaper on the breakfast table before him and stood up. He had to break the news to his mother before she got her hands on the paper. She wouldn’t forgive him if she had to find out from others what her only child had planned for their family.

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“Well, dearest, I’m at a loss for words,” Pansy said when she and Blaise joined Draco and his mother for lunch later that day. “The articles were absolutely brilliant.”

“Did you really mean all that rubbish about Potter and Riddle’s upbringings, though?” Blaise asked, shaking his head of full, black curls.

“Certainly, Blaise,” Draco drawled, patting his face with his napkin as he finished his vichyssoise. “Imagine life if Riddle hadn’t been neglected by Dumbledore. There may not have been a Dark Lord at all, and our lives would have been drastically different.”

“You bring up many valid points, darling,” Narcissa added in a cool tone. “But, do you believe it is absolutely necessary to court Mr. Potter?”

“Absolutely? No, Mother, perhaps it is not absolutely necessary to do so,” he answered kindly. “However, it is something that I want to do.”

“Then, I wish you luck, my darling,” she responded before standing from the table. Draco and Blaise both stood, and the show of manners brought a smile from the stately woman. “It is nice to see you again, Blaise.”

Draco watched as his dark-skinned friend moved to place a kiss on Narcissa’s hand before she left and smiled. “Mother is quite happy that you have finally asked Pansy to marry you, Blaise.”

To his credit, Blaise’s eye twitching was the only outward sign of his annoyance at Draco’s comment as they took their seats again. “How could I not?” he asked, sending a soft glance at his beaming fiancée. “She is far too good for me, and I am honored that she accepted.”

“Really, Blaise, flattery will get you everywhere,” Pansy simpered, the light blush on her pale cheeks ruining her cultivated calm. “But, I can’t say that I’m not pleased.”

“Have you planned the date then?” Draco asked, pleased that his dearest friend was so happy.

“Not yet, but we were thinking-” She was cut off by the approach of an unfamiliar owl. “Who in the world owns that thing?”

Draco looked up as a small grey fluff ball dropped a scrap of paper before his lunch plate. He barely dodged the animal as it tried to bite him before it took off, after covering the table in an amazing amount of pellets. With a lazy flick of his hawthorn wand, Draco Vanished the mess and picked up the letter. He smiled triumphantly at the single line before handing it to Pansy. “It’s Potter’s response to the articles.”

“All it says is ‘Nice try, Malfoy. Get lost.’ How can you be sure it’s from him?” the woman asked, showing the letter to her fiancé.

“I’d recognize his pathetic scrawl from anywhere, Pansy darling,” the blond said with a smirk. “After the Wizengamot cleared my mother and me of all charges, she insisted that I write a letter of thanks to Potter for his assistance.” Draco shook his head in amusement. “He told me that I could ‘stuff my thanks and become a decent human being’ in the same wretched handwriting. And it was delivered by that same creature as well.”

“Whose owl is that, anyway?” Pansy asked with a smile at her friend’s fond look.

“If I’m not mistaken, it belongs to Weasley,” Blaise answered. “I seem to remember he had that thing back at school.”

“Whatever happened to the beautiful snowy owl Potter owned?” she asked, frowning.

“I believe it was murdered on his birthday by the Dark Lord,” Draco said sadly. “Perhaps that should be one of my gifts, hm? Or do you think he’d be offended by that?”

“Why not get him an eagle owl or a falcon? Something beautiful and regal but fierce… Just like your Intended,” Blaise suggested.

“Actually, Blaise, that isn’t a half-bad idea,” Draco answered as he mulled over the possibilities.

“When do you plan to send him the first?” Pansy asked, handing the blond back his love letter from Potter.

“Today, actually,” Draco responded. “He should have already received it. It took me a few days to find the perfect first gift, since the rules do state that the gifts should be interesting, especially if the Intended is hostile.”

“And what did you send him, dearest?”

“That, my dear Pans, you will just have to wait to find out.”

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

Harry looked around Twelve Grimmauld Place and let out a fierce growl. That prat had sent him a letter with a doll about twelve centimeters in height in his smarmy likeness that was enchanted to sing, dance and hit on him every five minutes. Every attempt the black-haired man made to incinerate, freeze or Vanish the damn thing had failed, turning his sitting room into a war zone.

Kreacher was currently rushing around the room, trying to put out the flaming couch and repair the cracked vases and picture frames. The elf was muttering under its breath about how “Master Harry should be honoured to have the attentions of the beautiful Malfoy boy” and “how Kreacher would give anything to serve the beautiful Malfoy boy, unlike that ungrateful Dobby”. After the fourth nasty comment against Harry’s beloved Dobby, the wizard had yelled at the old elf, causing the creature to cease commenting as he straightened up the room for his angry master.

“Potter, you are looking decidedly delicious today,” the stupid doll drawled in Malfoy’s arrogant voice before it began serenading him with The Beatles’ ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’. When it was finished, it again drawled out another disgustingly cheesy pick up line. “Your heart must be a portkey, because I keep getting transported into it.” That was closely followed up by ‘You Break My Heart’ by Celestina Warbeck. This was followed by the line of “My Occlumency shields must be slipping because you keep invading my mind.” This was followed by ‘Lovesong’ by The Cure. Which was followed by the line of “Excuse me, can you empty your pockets? I believe you have stolen my heart.” This was followed by the Weird Sisters’ newest hit, ‘Like Phoenix Tears’.

Finally, he cracked. Harry responded by throwing Cutting Curses and other hexes and jinxes through the air. He missed the wretched thing every time and ended up slicing through the heavy green velvet curtains and the window behind them and taking out every other piece of furniture in the room, barely missing Kreacher. He yelled ferociously before picking up the accompanying letter, which he’d failed to notice after the doll had begun singing a Celestina Warbeck love song at the beginning of this horrible morning.

‘Potter,

‘By now, you will have read of my intents to woo you. As loathe as you are to admit it, you and I are a perfect complement to one another. I meant every word of the article with Skeeter, if one looks beyond her pathetically Hufflepuff wording. You are my Intended, and I will not back down.

‘I would suggest you begin reading up on Wizarding courting traditions. You might find them enlightening.

‘Yours,

‘Draco Lucius Malfoy

‘Lord Malfoy, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, UK’

With another growl, Harry stomped his way to the Black family library. Surely, there had to be at least one book on this stupid courting farce that Malfoy was starting. Maybe he could find a way to absolutely refuse to deal with the blond git and move on with his life.

TBC

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