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Fortune Cookies	By : KoalasRock Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello everyone. I bring forth another chapter for Fortune Cookies. Have fun!

Draco downed his fourth glass of whisky and seethed. It had been a while since someone had ticked him off this bad. Usually, people stayed away from him fearing his acid tongue and even worse punishments. It wasn�t like him to be pissed to so easily either. He had always hated how Harry could get under his skin in a second. It had been that way long before, since their Hogwarts days.
Draco poured more whiskey into his glass and drank it with the same speed as he did with the other four glasses half an hour ago. Yep, he was definitely ticked.

�Pansy just had to do make out with Potter�s engaged best friend, didn�t she?� Draco muttered, loosening his tie, �Damn whore��

But you couldn�t really blame the woman. True, Pansy had grown up the same way Draco did, spoiled with everything she could ever ask for. But like her blonde friend, they were starved of love from day one. While amazing and expensive gifts may make others green with envy, love was always a scant. It had always been and will forever be. So Pansy looked for love with random people, hoping that one-day she�ll wake up with the guy still beside her and wanting to be with her till they grew old.

It was never about the sex. It was about whom the sex was with and how they would react afterwards. Other purebloods say that dreaming like that is only for mudbloods and blood traitors but it was different for her and Draco. After being love starved for most of their lives, it was to be expected. While Pansy flaunted her emotions out on the open, Draco did not. He receded into himself and refused to see other people, more so when his mother passed away.

�Draco?�

Draco glared at the person who dared interrupt his private space.

�What do you want, Blaise? I�m not in a very hospitable mood.�

Blaise sighed and plopped down on the armchair in front of Draco�s desk.

�I�ve taken Pansy home. Seamus had to drag Harry out of the club so he couldn�t try and kill her.�

�How nice.� Draco took another swig out of his glass, �He should have.�

�You know Pansy, Draco� she�s a bit uncontrollable.�

�I was aware of that,� Draco said dryly, �But I mean, for godsake, she was even the one who asked if Weasley was engaged to Granger and she still made out with him! That�s woman is either utterly mad or utterly stupid.�

�You already know that,� Blaise pointed out, �You shouldn�t be this angry. What�s got you so pissed off? Is it Potter?�

�Of course it�s Potter!� Draco exclaimed, slamming his glass down on the table, cracking the crystal, �It has always been Potter! I hate him! I hate the way he finds it so easy to get under my skin! And I let him!�

�Talking about your father like that�brings back bad memories.� Blaise shook his head, �That man really is tactless.�

�I�d prefer the terms idiotic and imbecilic.�

�But I guess you can�t really blame him,�

Draco glared, �And why not?�

Blaise coughed and said, �I mean that you can�t blame him entirely. He didn�t know. You haven�t talked to each other since the Ginny fiasco and the only thing he knows about your father is that he died in prison last year.�

�That�s not an excuse.� Draco replied stubbornly, �Just because he didn�t know doesn�t give him the right to talk to my father that way. The man is dead. Let the dear departed rest.�

�I have to say this, Draco. You�re father was not the nicest man on the planet, so whatever views Harry must have about him is based from the way he treated his underlings in Hogwarts.�

�But still, he should know better by now. Childhood grudges are supposed to remain as they are. For children.�

Blaise sighed dejectedly, �Fine, I know I can�t change your mind. Just�forgive him this one time. It means a lot to Seamus and I.�

Draco rolled his eyes, �Whatever. You can leave. Go screw your fuck buddy or something.�

Blaise snorted, �Same old, same old.�

�Shut up.�

Blaise did a mock bow and left the office. The clicking of the lock of the front door signaled that the Italian man jut left, off to Seamus house probably, just as Draco suggested. He corked the whisky canister and stuffed it in a cabinet, waiting for another problem to arise so he could drink again.

There is just something about stupid Potter that makes it so easy to hate him.

The lit fire glowed brightly in Draco�s silver irises.

It�s a good thing I won�t be seeing him for a while then.

Beep. Beep.
Wake up, Harry. You have work. You have to get up.

Harry cracked on eye open and grabbed his glasses from the bedside table. The contacts were already making his eyes hurt so he had removed them upon arriving home. He glanced the clock.

5:45 Am. Sheesh. I better hope this job is worth waking up early for.

Oddly, the whole house was silent. Harry shrugged to himself and padded over to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw a dark-skinned man already there, cooking bacon and pancakes.

�Hello?� Harry greeted uncertainly.

Great, Harry. I psycho man is inside your apartment cooking breakfast and you greet him hello. Very nice.

The man turned around and said something. Harry knitted his eyebrows when he figured he couldn�t hear anything.

�What? I can�t hear you.�

Blaise snickered and pointed to his ears. Harry�s hands went up to his own and felt something soft. He blushed and pulled the cotton balls out.

�Sorry, Blaise.�

Blaise plated the food and set one in front of Harry.

�Were we that noisy last night?� Blaise asked cheekily.

Harry turned redder and murmured, �Uh�yeah�you guys were a bit�loud.�

Blaise sliced his pancakes and smiled, �I apologize.�

�It�s fine!� Harry said quickly, �It�s Seamus� apartment anyway. Where is he anyway? He has work at 8.�

�He�s tired.�

Harry knew better than to ask why.

�Might I inquire why you are living with my significant other?� Blaise asked, �When we were at Hogwarts I remember you being filthy rich.�

Harry swallowed his food and replied, �Yeah, I guess so. After my parents died they kind of left everything to me.�

�But why the slight poverty?�

�Well, Ginny managed to get half of my fortune so here I am. Although the half she left is still significantly large, I wanted to make something of myself and not smooch off my inheritance.�

�How�s that going?�

Harry�s cheeks tinged pink once again. �I�m actually still an intern.�

Blaise broke out into a bout of laughter.

�Seriously, Harry? You�re what? 24?�

�Twenty-three.�

Blaise shook his head, �Wow. You need a life.�

Harry grinned, �I think that was the reason why I don�t have a job yet.�

Blaise looked interested. �Where do you work?�

Harry smiled sheepishly, �Actually, I recently got fired from my old job so��

�What in the world did you do to get yourself fired?�

The door swing creaked. Seamus walked in with a slight limp.

�He burnt the kitchen and destroyed all the appliances and ovens,� he said tiredly, �Whenever things go well he just has to mess it up by burning something.�

�Affinity for fire, Harry?� Blaise asked.

�Something like that.�

Blaise turned to the Irish man. �So Seamus, how are you fairing this fine morning?�

Seamus glared at him and snapped, �Not very well, as you might�ve guessed. My back is killing me.�

Harry raised an eyebrow, �Should I bother to ask why?�

�Well�� Blaise started slyly.

�Don�t even go there. I don�t want to know,� Harry said before darting out the kitchen, �I�m going to shower.�

�By all means,� Blaise whispered, nipping Seamus� ears, �Take your time.�

Seamus rolled his eyes.

�You know, I never found out where Harry works. Have you any idea, love?�

Seamus paused then said, �I believe his new job is at the only building on Ackard Street.�

Blaise�s eyes widened.

�Does that building happen to be owned by the B & M Corporation?�

Seamus nodded. �Yeah. I think that�s what Harry said the company�s name was.�

Blaise looked at Seamus seriously.

�Then you better prepare for a screaming Harry when he comes home.�

�You called for me, sir?�
Draco stared coldly at the 19-year-old girl. �Have those photocopied for all the creditors coming this afternoon. I need them in fifteen minutes. A minute late, consider yourself fired.�

�Y-yes, Mr. Malfoy.�

She quickly grabbed the towering stack of paper and ran four floors down to the nearest copy machine. Interns were not allowed to use the elevators yet. Even if the building did have 36 floors, plus Draco�s personal penthouse. Harsh but understandable. If those interns gained the privileges of using the numerous elevators of the building, there would be major traffic considered that B & M Corp currently employed over 250 interns.

�A bit Draconian, don�t you think so?�

Draco sipped his tea and did not look up at the woman who entered his office without knocking.

�She needs the exercise,� Draco explained shortly, �Give her a few more weeks and she�ll start looking like Crabbe and Goyle.�

Pansy snorted, �That�s rich coming from the person who eats less than a meal a day.�

�I work. I have no time for such frivolous activities.�

�You have a serious problem, Draco.�

Draco set down his teacup. �As do you, Pansy. What in the world possessed you to make out with Weasley? Of all the people in that club, you just had to pick a married guy. A stupid married guy, if I might add.�

�He was only engaged.�

�He�s practically married already!� Draco shouted. The people outside were used to their boss� screaming by now so none of them bothered to check what was wrong.

�I take it you are still irked by last night?�

Draco looked at her with a look that plainly said, �You think?�

Pansy sighed and sat on the edge of Draco�s desk, revealing her milky white thighs.

�Don�t you think you�re taking this a bit too seriously? I was just playing with Weasley. He was drunk. And hot.�

�That�s disgusting. Hot and Weasley do not belong together unless the sentence is �Weasley is not hot.��

�Oh shut it, you poof. He got hotter. So did Harry, if I may add. Admit it.�

Draco turned back to his paperwork and declared, �Over my dead body.�

�You are going to take that back, Draco.�

�And why is that?�

Pansy smiled.

�You�ll see. Tata, love.�

She left and shut the door quietly. Draco shook his hair off his forehead.

Women�

The cab came to a halting stop in front of a large black brick building. Gray curtains covered all the windows and a number of security guards lined the revolving entrance door. Harry whistled and tossed a twenty to the cab driver. He adjusted his glasses and stepped out of the yellow car.
Here goes�

Harry strode into the marble hallway and stopped in front of the receptionist.

�Erm�I�m Harry Potter, the new intern for�� Harry checked his slip of paper, �the Financing Executive.�

The woman nodded and pointed towards the stairs, �You�ll take those up to the 29th floor. Another receptionist there will give you your I.D.�

Harry gulped, �I�have to use the stairs?�

She nodded, �Interns aren�t allowed to use the elevators.�

Harry groaned inwardly and began his long trek up the mentioned 29 floors. Our favorite bespectacled intern couldn�t even pause for a short break lest he be late. That would not do for a first day. Especially when the President enjoys firing people mild incompetence. It was a good thing Harry arrived forty-five minutes early.

�I�m�here�don�t�fire�me�� Harry gasped.

The receptionist of the floor smiled at him. �Do not worry Mr. Potter. You have about 11 minutes to spare.�

Harry looked up and almost collapsed from fatigue. He unbuttoned the top button of his light green polo and accepted the ID she was handing him.

�Thank you, Miss�?�

�Patil. Parvati Patil.�

Harry tilted his head a bit and looked at her, �You look an awful lot like the receptionist from the ground floor.�

Parvati grinned, �She�s my twin sister, Padma.�

�I see,� Harry replied, �What should I do now?�

�The president wants you to report to him upon your arrival. His office is in the room with the black mahogany doors. Just take a left over there and you�ll see it.�

Harry�s eyebrows knitted together, �The president?�

Parvati nodded, �Yes. Our Financing Executive is also B & M�s CEO.�

Great. Now I know I can�t mess up!

Harry gave her another thank you and walked down the hallway. It was like a less towering version of the entrance hall downstairs but was still decorated the same way. There was a small caf� to the right, below a giant chandelier.

This place seems a bit familiar� Harry thought absently.

He heard a quiet giggle from behind him as he turned but saw nothing. He shook his head and spotted the pair of mahogany doors ahead. He heard a snort and could�ve sworn he saw a woman looking amazingly like Pansy hide in an alcove.

I�m going nuts�

Harry walked faster and knocked on the door.

�Come in�� a very, very familiar voice drawled.

Harry stepped inside and closed the door.

�Good morning, sir. I�m the new intern the agency sent over.�

Harry looked down at the CEO�s desk and saw his file open. His headshot was on top of his bio data and r�sum�. The edge of the folder had small evenly spaced rips in them and he wondered if the man sitting in the giant chair had attempted to shred it.

�Sir?�

The chair swiveled around and Harry felt his heart stop.

�Hello Potter.�

�Malfoy?�

Harry�s shocked face turned into anger as he saw the Patented Malfoy Smirk�.

This is not my day.

Note from The Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:
Poor Harry. I can only imagine what Draco will put him through (sigh).

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Esu-chan (End type: 6:07 PM, November 3, 2007)
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