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Fortune Cookies	By : KoalasRock Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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: I bet you all though I had died� Hehe. Sorry for this late update. School is being its normal, demanding, fucked up self. Happy Holidays everyone!

It had only been a few days since Harry started working at the B & M Corporation but tensions were already running high. Despite the fact that he and Draco only talked when needed, there was no doubt that a volcano would be erupting soon. Lava would spill over desks and cubicles and burn everything in its fiery path.
Draco clicked rapidly on his laptop while typing at random intervals as he tried to finish crosschecking this month�s mountain of paperwork. Draco looked at his hand and glanced at his Rolex wristwatch.

3:23 AM. Wow. I�ve been working on this for more than 12 hours.

Draco paused his type-athon and yawned loudly. �I need coffee.�

The CEO lifted his hand to press the call button for his secretary when he realized that Millicent wouldn�t be in again for two more hours.

�Great. Now I have to make my own coffee.�

Draco put his computer on hibernate and headed for the caf�. After clicking the doors shut, Draco eyed the dark hallway warily. You don�t know when some psycho hitman might jump out of a corner and try to blow his brains out.

I�ve got to stop watching all those assassination movies.

Draco took a step forward and another until he opened the glass doors that lead to Caf� de Amore. A stupid name for a caf� located inside a ruthless, life-destroying company but hey, Narcissa Malfoy wanted it that way and no dared complain. Some would wonder whether or not living with Lucius stripped the woman of her last vestiges of sanity.

The continuous whirring of the two thousand dollar coffee machine calmed his overworked nerves as he closed his eyes in silent contemplation.

I wonder why Potter didn�t write his parents� names down on the form. It�s mandatory to completely fill up your bio�

Draco smirked.

Maybe I can fire him for that� How wonderful that would be. His idiocy is grating on my nerves. And he�s only been here what? Three days? Two?

The whirring stopped. Draco opened his eyes and grabbed a stainless mug from the countertop, filling it with coffee. He watched with interest as the black liquid filled the container, cooling a little.

It�s impossible. Millicent would never have allowed him to enter my office without a complete bio. Somebody must�ve tampered with the documents.

A sip of the scalding caffeine-laden drink and a sordid realization made Draco narrow his eyes and place the mug down.

The only people allowed to even touch these documents are the Executives of each department.

Draco gulped more of the coffee, purposefully burning his own tongue and esophagus in the process. Did I mention Draco was a glutton for punishment?

Great. 77 people to investigate.

Draco strode back to his dark office, too immersed in his thoughts to notice light shining out from under the record room just around the corner.

"Good morning, darling.� Pansy greeted, sweeping elegantly into the office and giving Draco a peck on the cheek.
Draco gave her a blank look and casually slipped the five or so folders he has flipping through into a desk drawer.

�You�re awfully cheery today,� he commented, locking the desk, �Anything interesting happen yesterday? Any marriages destroyed lately?�

Pansy smirked and flipped her hair over one shoulder. �Lately? None, I suppose. Unless you can count that horrible fling involving a Weasley.�

�I hear Hermione broke off the engagement,� Draco said conversationally.

Pansy sat down and crossed her legs. �Oh really? That�s tragic. I wonder why?�

Draco sipped his morning coffee and smiled. �Maybe he was bad in bed.�

Pansy threw her head back and laughed. �I�d understand completely if that was the reason. He is a most unsatisfying partner.�

�Figured you�d say that.�

�Pansy Parkinson deserves nothing less than the best.�

�Of course. Who dare suggest otherwise?� Draco asked mockingly.

�You would.�

Draco snorted.

Bleep. Bleep.

Draco pressed the talk button on his intercom.

�What is it?�

�Mr. Diggory requests afternoon tea with you.�

�I thought you didn�t like him?� Pansy whispered.

�Shut up.� Draco snapped.

He leaned over the machine and said, �I�ll ring you in five minutes.�

�Yes, sir.�

Draco turned the intercom off and sighed. �I wonder what he wants?�

Pansy grinned. �Maybe he wants to get in your pants.�

Draco looked at her like she had grown another head. �Highly improbable. It must be important if he decides to meet with me in such a hurry.�

�Maybe.�

��

�So�will you go?�

Draco looked between the mountain of paperwork he had to do, plus the additional sleuthing for the person who tampered with official documents, and meeting a person whom he had an utter dislike for whilst talking over a tense, awkward silence over tea.

�I think he�ll live if I don�t go.�

Pansy rolled her eyes. �If you�re not taking him then I�m asking him out for dinner later.�

�Whore.�

Pansy winked. �Thanks.�

Draco pressed the intercom button.

�Millicent. Tell him I won�t be able to make it.�

�Harry�could you be a dear and hand me the stacks of books over there?�
Harry looked behind him and saw Mrs. Pince, the �librarian� of sorts. There was a table a ways from her with four towering stacks of books. Towering stacks of books that looked like they were ready to fall anytime.

Harry cracked a smile. �Sure, Mrs. Pince. I�ll be right there.�

Harry set the folders he was holding on a table and grabbed one stack.

�Where to?�

Mrs. Pince gave him a grateful smile and said, �Into that room, sweetie. Just place them on the table by the bookcase. Some delinquent found it funny to mess up three of the file cabinets.�

Harry nodded and said, �I�ll just take these in.�

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and walked to the open door. After four consecutive trips his arms felt weary and tired. Harry let out a breath and grabbed his folders from the table.

�Thank you, Harry.�

�Anytime, Mrs. Pince!�

Mrs. Pince watched the brunette walk away and shook her head. �Such a nice boy, that one is. Reminds me a lot of someone��

She walked inside the record room and noticed one of the half empty cabinets tilted to one side. A folder was wedged between one corner and the wall.

�That�s odd��

Mrs. Pince picked the folder up and noticed fragments of ripped paper. She frowned and flipped open the green file. The bottom part of the third page was hastily ripped off and looked as if the person who vandalized the file tried to hide it and obviously failed.

She pushed her glasses up her nose and read the name on the first page.

�James Potter...� Mrs. Pince smiled, �Just the person I was thinking about.�

Before the large rip halfway across the paper, there was one large heading.

�Company Relations�

Ting.
A small clump of bells poised over the entrance tinkled as the door was pushed open. The Chinese restaurant was almost empty. Lunchtime had passed and everyone had gone back to work or back inside his or her 20-dollars-per-month dingy, cockroach-infested apartment.

Seamus grinned as he saw the misty, shadowed ambiance the place had. Short, lit candles decorated the wooden tables and the smell of jasmine filled the air.

�Isn�t it great?� Seamus asked his companion happily.

�Seamus, love, I have been here before you know.�

Seamus looked surprised. �Really?�

Blaise looked up at the paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling and nodded. �Yeah. I think I went here last week to order take-out for Draco� The man is trying to starve himself. I felt it was my duty to stop him.�

Seamus snickered.

�Why are we here anyway?�

Seamus rolled his eyes. �For our late-lunch, of course. I wasn�t able to meet you yesterday so I�m making it up to you.�

Blaise gave him a peck on the lips and smiled. �How sweet.�

Seamus� cheeks tinged bright pink.

�Welcome� Mr. Finnegan, Mr. Zabini��

The aforementioned couple turned their heads to the counter and saw a woman around their age with long, dirty blonde hair wearing what looked like miniature turnips in her ears.

�It isn�t so often that we see a happy couple in this restaurant.� She continued.

�How do you know our names?� Blaise asked her suspiciously.

The woman didn�t look disturbed by the question. She opened the box by the cashier and withdrew two red cards. They had the names Blaise Zabini and Seamus Finnegan written on them.

�Every customer is asked to fill these up after they pay for their food.�

Blaise took one look at the cards and nodded. �I see.�

Seamus elbowed his lover and sent a smile at the weird lady. �As you know, I�m Seamus and this is my boyfriend Blaise� And you are�?�

She smiled. �My name is Luna Lovegood��

Blaise knitted his eyebrows together as his brain processed the name.

�Luna�Lovegood?�

She nodded. �That is correct.�

�We�ve met before�� Blaise murmured.

Luna stared at him knowingly.

Something clicked in the Italian man�s head.

�I remember! You�re Luna Lovegood from Hogwarts� the one who wrote fortunes for ev��

Blaise trailed off. Seamus looked at them oddly.

�Is something wrong, Blaise?�

Blaise ignored the question. �Luna� are you� perhaps the one writing the fortunes here?�

Luna tilted her head. �I�m afraid I haven�t written any fortunes since school� They tend to scare people off.�

�I see�� Blaise said quietly, �So the fortunes here come from�?

�Bertie�s 24 hour Minimart.�

�Ah��

Seamus sighed and turned to Luna. �Don�t mind him. He�s just a little stressed from work.�

Luna nodded and asked, �What will you be having?�

Seamus looked at the menu on the countered and tinkered off their orders. Luna punched the cashier rapidly.

�Is that all?�

�Yup��

Ting.

�Please take that booth over there by the corner.�

�Okay. Thanks.�

Half an hour later, Blaise still hadn�t spoken a word.

�Are you sure nothing is wrong, love?� Seamus asked worriedly. �You�ve been silent this whole time��

Blaise sent him a grateful smile. �I�m fine, Seam� It�s just that� there is just something off about her��

�Blaise, she was known as Loony Luna because all her fortunes came true. You�re probably still tweaked by that. And besides, she said she hasn�t written any since school.�

��You�re right,� Blaise grinned, �So� want to head over to my place after eating?�

Seamus rubbed his foot against Blaise�s leg. �I�d love to.�

Luna slipped the red cards back inside the red box and looked at the couple sitting in one of their booths. The Irish man was snickering as his partner accidentally dumped a whole bottle on pepper on his soup.
I wonder if they�ve realized anything yet�

Luna smiled and left the counter, heading for her room at the back of the restaurant.

Everything has its time�

It�s a good thing Blaise has always been the one to overlook tiny details�

The curtain of beads made twinkling sounds as the enigma passed through them.

If only Blaise had looked closely at the red cards he would�ve had noticed that it wasn�t his or Seamus� writing at all.

�Mr. Malfoy sends his apologies, Mr. Diggory. He is too busy to meet anyone at the moment.�
�Alright. Tell Mr. Malfoy to give me a call when he�s available. Thank you.�

�No problem, Mr. Diggory.�

Bleep.

Cedric leaned back in his seat and stared at the open folder on his desk. Harry Potter�s bio. With no blanks, erasures or any discrepancies whatsoever.

Cedric sighed and dropped the folder into his drawer.

James Potter and Lily Evans, huh?

Mrs. Pince laid James Potter�s file on Millicent�s desk.
�I found it this morning behind a file cabinet.� Mrs. Pince said, �I think whoever broke into the record room got what they were looking for.�

Millicent nodded and closed the folder. She dropped it on top of a bunch of folders under her desk to be taken to the president later.

�I�ll make sure it reaches him.�

Mrs. Pince smiled. �Thank you, dear. Please do. I hear Mr. Malfoy is quite worried about who�s tampering with official documents.�

When Millicent returned from the bathroom an hour and a half later, the James Potter�s bio was missing.
Note from The Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:

Cliffie or not� you decide. grin. Lots of people are delving into the secret of Harry Potter�s past� Sigh. So the drama.

Review, si�l vous plait?

◊Esu-chan◊ (End type 1:39 PM, December 8, 2007)
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