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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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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn�t have made the ending as horribly fucked-up as it was.

A/N: Evil me. Sorry for the late update. I was super busy with school. Now, enough talk and enjoy!

�Well, well,� Draco drawled, �What do we have here? If it isn�t Saint Potter.�
�This is not happening.�

Draco smirked. �Oh but it is, Potter. I�m your boss and you are my lowly intern. You will follow everything I ask of you and everything everyone else asks of you. Do you have any complains?�

�No,� Harry gritted out. I don�t mind everyone. It�s you I�m worried about.

�Now,� Draco began, �I�m a very fair person, Potter, but if you mess up once I will fire you in a second�s notice. Is that clear?�

�Crystal.�

Draco pointed to another towering stack of papers on his desk and said, �Have these photocopied three times. I want them in an hour.�

Harry took a deep breath and kept his fist by his side. It wouldn�t do anyone any good if he gave the CEO of B & M Corp a black eye on his first day.

Harry smirked.

That could wait another week. He quickly grabbed the multicolored folders and papers and stumbled out of the room.

�Shut the door on your way out, Potter.�

Harry glared at him and slammed the door with one hand.

Bastard.

Then he stopped.

Great. I don�t even know where the Xerox machine is.

Pant. Pant.
�You okay?�

Harry looked up from his slumped position on the floor. He held up Draco�s stack of papers and folders.

�I need�three copies�of each�in�an�hour��

�Alright�� the man said unsurely, �You sure you�re fine?�

Harry grinned weakly, �Yeah. I just got winded running down all these stairs. I�m Harry Potter.�

�Cedric Diggory,� the brunette replied, �Being an intern sucks, doesn�t it?�

�Tell me about it,� Harry said quietly, getting to his feet.

Cedric smiled and turned on the paper copier. Sounds of bleeps filled the room and the smell of ink powder flooded Harry�s nose. He grimaced and sniffed which resulted into more toxic powder being taken into his lung.

Cedric laughed. �Don�t worry about that. You�ll get used to it. During my first week I got sent to the hospital because I had inhaled too much of the ink.�

Harry blanched. I don�t want to die.

�Don�t worry. They just gave me a bunch of pills and sent me home. It was just the puking part that was hard.�

�Are you trying to make me quit?� Harry accused.

Cedric smirked. �Maybe I am. Quit, Harry. While you still can.�

Harry peered over his shoulder and asked, �You make it sound like this place is hell. Or something very similar to it.�

�This is hell,� Cedric said, �At least for the interns.�

Harry sighed. �I picked the wrong job to sign up for.�

�Why are you here anyway? You don�t look like a teenager.�

�Neither do you,� Harry shot back.

Cedric laughed loudly. �I�m actually the Vice Executive for the Finance department. I started out as an intern a few years back and here I am now.�

Harry�s mouth dropped open and he scrambled to apologize. Shit.

�I�I didn�t know! I apologize! I never meant to ins��

Cedric clapped the bespectacled man�s shoulder. �Don�t worry, Harry. I take it you�ve met out Finance Executive and current CEO? A piece of work, if I may say so myself.�

Harry nodded, �We were�schoolmates before.�

�You went to Hogwarts?� Cedric asked surprisingly, �Pretty amazing place. Every single person who�s graduated from there became extremely successful.�

Harry understood the hidden question.

�For one thing, I got divorced and my ex got half of everything. I still have my parent�s fortune and could probably live comfortably with it but��

�You want to make something of yourself.�

�Exactly.�

Cedric handed him the huge pile that had grown three times as big and gave him a pat on the head.

�Wise choice, young Potter.�

Harry smiled at the retreating man�s back.

I definitely like him.

Harry ran up several flights of stairs and rushed into Draco�s office, a minute shy of being fired. The impossible stack of papers wobbled to the side and Harry had to hop around to keep them balanced. After stubbing his toe on the pointed corners of the large room, he carefully laid everything on top of the desk. A drop of sweat dribbled down his temple.
�I�ve�got�everything��

Draco spun around in his chair. It had become a habit after receiving the black leather monstrosity for his birthday.

�Well done, Potter,� Draco sneered, �The paper sizes are wrong. I said short not A4. Redo them. Be back here in twenty minutes.�

�But you never said�!�

Draco�s eyebrow shot up. �Have you been so incompetent all this time? You took the same Business Management course as me and I thought you would have picked up on the fact that Financial Statements are printed on short bond sizes. Redo them.�

Harry snapped his jaw shut. Bastard. Financial Statements can be on either A4 or short bond.

Draco gave the stack a light push almost sending them to floor had Harry not caught them.

�Time�s a wasting, Potter. Do hurry up. Remember, a minute late and you�re out of luck.�

Harry staggered out of the room once more and miraculously the door had opened. Harry said a quiet thanks, not bothering to look at the person who had so graciously opened the mahogany doors.

�No problem.� A voice with a familiar drawl replied.

Harry quickly spun around, sending all the papers flying. The door had clicked shut. Harry had spotted a twirl of a coat and black hair. There was something about that voice that sounded deceptively familiar. Harry knitted his eyebrows together as he picked up the loose papers absently.

That voice�I�ve heard it before�

He brushed the thought away and began the mountain-long trek down to the 25th floor.

I�ve got to stop drinking too much coffee.

Ring. Ring. Ri�
�Hello. This is Pansy Parkinson.�

�Hey Pans.�

Pansy gave her date a chaste kiss and said, �Excuse me, love. I�ve got to take this phone call.�

Theodore Nott smiled. �Go ahead.�

Pansy sashayed out of the restaurant and into the busy street.

�Blaise, darling. What important thing do you wish to converse with me? I�m currently having a date with the owner of the club we went to last night.�

�First it was Weasley, now it�s Nott. You don�t leave any of the good ones, do you?�

�No I do not. He�s deciding to not press any charges for the scene Draco and Harry caused.�

�With the help of your persuasion?�

�Of course.�

Blaise chuckled on the other line. �Pansy, dear, I�ve been meaning to ask you, what was the exact reason for bullying me into asking Draco to go the Embassy with us?�

�I have not an idea of what you�re talking about,� Pansy replied sweetly.

Blaise snorted. �You my dear are an extremely sly woman.�

�Why thank you. But surely you know that your well-placed compliments will get you nowhere. Get to the point.�

�Very well then. Why did you force me to take Draco to the Embassy when you knew fully well that Seamus would be bringing Harry along? And how could you have known that it was Harry Potter who was the new intern that the agency sent?�

Pansy smirked and looked up at the smog filled sky. �You�re questions are numerous, Blaise. But the only thing I am able to tell you is that Harry�s file had just mysteriously found its way onto my desk one fine Thursday afternoon.�

�Do you know who placed it there?�

�I haven�t a clue. But I saw it as a chance to coerce our two hotheaded friends to be hotheaded about something else than fighting.�

�You women are so hard to figure out. I think that�s one of the reasons I became gay.�

�It�s all part of the charm, honey, all part of the charm. I�ve got to go back to my date. I will call you later. Tata.�

Click.

Pansy slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked back inside the restaurant. He slid beside Theodore in their private booth and wrapped her arms around his neck.

�Now, where were we?�

�Good afternoon, Draco.�
Draco twirled round and round in his chair. �Morning, Sev.�

Severus clamped a hand down on the leather armrest. �Would you please cease that infernal twirling?�

Draco pouted. �But it�s fun.�

�You are twenty-three, not a three-year-old,� Severus snapped, �I should never have gotten you this chair as a birthday gift.�

�Your loss, my gain, dear godfather.� Draco said, �Now, what is it you wish to tell me?�

Severus seated himself on a similar, non-twirl-able leather chair. �Can�t a godfather visit his favorite godson?�

Draco rolled his eyes, �I�m your only godson. And besides, the times you actually come into this office happen only when it is a matter of life and death.�

�Like�?�

Draco crossed his arms, �Like the time my assistant got her hand stuck in the waffle maker and you only came up here to report it to me thirty minutes after when all the skin on her left hand had toasted.�

�She was as incompetent as a rock. How do you get your hand stuck in a waffle maker?�

Draco sniggered, �Only when you are dating the same guy Pansy is dating and Pansy learns of the said philandering.�

�Pansy did that?� Severus asked incredulously.

�Yes. While Ms. Bones was pouring the batter in, Pansy accidentally elbowed the waffle maker shut.�

�Then how did Susan�s hand get stuck?�

�Super glue was on the top part that hit her hand. It had somehow gotten spilled when Pansy was fixing her stapler.�

Severus flinched. �Did she file charges?�

�Nope. Pansy�s father made sure that no firm or freelance lawyer would take the case.�

�Mr. Parkinson is part of the Thornton-Burke firm isn�t he?�

�Yes. He refused to become partner so that his alliance would be one of utter secrecy.�

�All for his daughter?�

�All for his daughter.�

As Draco watched his godfather contemplate the secrets of the universe, he saw swirling emotions of confusion dance in the man�s eyes.

�Severus, why did you come all the way here?� Draco asked, �I�m sure it wasn�t for chit chat.�

Severus stared at him directly. �How long have you known Harry Potter?�

Draco was surprised by the question. �Since college I guess. Why do you ask?�

Severus ignored his question, �Are you aware of whom his parents are? Or any of his relatives?�

�No I am not.�

Severus nodded, letting out a breath. �Very well. We will continue this conversation soon. Goodbye, Draco.�

�Sev! Wait��

The door had shut. Draco stared at the golden doorknobs. He had seen his godfather visibly relax as he learned Draco knew not about Harry�s relations.

Severus is hiding something.

Draco stood up and unlocked the file cabinet behind his desk. The metal box was filled with employee files from every department. Draco liked to keep tabs on who he hired and fired. Every single person who was working and had worked in the B & M Corporation was recorded and kept under lock and key.

Let�s see�Financing Department�Potter, Harry�

He plucked the file gently with two fingers and flipped it open. The folder had been replaced with a black one after Draco had so subtly tried to dispose of it.

Name� Age� Parents� Aha.

Draco�s eyebrows crinkled.

�Parents: N/A.�

�Is he aware of the�situation, Severus?�
Severus blew on his tea and sipped it. The refreshing taste of Earl Gray soothed his growing migraine. Even if the cause for his migraine was the man sitting in front of him.

�No he is not.� Severus replied, �The r�sum� Potter sent does not contain the name of his parents.�

�And why is that?� The man inquired.

Severus set the steaming cup down. �Because I made sure of it.�

�Good, good,�

Severus turned to look at the man and asked, �I do not see that point of keeping this from him. He has a right to know.�

�All in good time.�

�You�re beginning to sound like Dumbledore. That man knew when to hold his tongue but did not know when to let it go.�

�Sadly, Severus, that was what caused his downfall. It will not be the cause of mine.�

�I know.�

�Harry will learn of it sooner of later. Be prepared.�

�I already am.�

Note from The Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:
Ah�after two weeks I present you with a chapter that starts the whole drama and secrecy. This story is far more than your usually HPDM fanfic. More dramaness to ensue.

Review at your leisure.
Esu-chan (End type 10:12 PM, November 18, 2007)
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