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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: Happy New Year to you all! We have classes starting next week so this is probably the last update before school becomes a pain in the ass again. Hope you all had an enjoyable holiday break. On to the chapter!

�What the fuck do you mean it�s missing?� Draco shouted at his cowering secretary, �Are so incompetent that you can�t even bring one bloody folder into my office? Who takes an hour and half in the loo??�
Millicent sobbed quietly, dabbing her falling tears with a napkin. �I-I�m so sorry, Mr. Malfoy! It wo-won�t happen a-again��

Draco settled back in his seat and gave her an icy stare. �Too right it won�t. Consider yourself without a job, Millicent. I hear they have a new post opening at TV Guide. Tata.�

�Pl-please, Mr. Malfoy!� Millicent begged, �I have three siblings to put through school an��

Draco pressed the call button for his guards and yawned uninterestedly.

�As sad as that sounds, I find that I am too tired to care.�

The door opened and two burly looking guards stepped in.

�There you are. What took you so long? Please take this woman out of my sight.�

�Yes sir.� Crabbe grunted, before pulling the crying secretary out of the office.

Goyle nodded and closed the door. �Good day, Mr. Malfoy.�

�Good day, indeed.� Draco muttered to himself, flipping open his laptop.

I really must get a new secretary�

Draco sent an e-mail to one of applicants on hold and maneuvered to the company�s private server. When he tried to pull up James Potter�s file, he was blocked by a wall. He typed in the password only to find that it had been changed.

�What in the world�?�

After three unsuccessful attempts to unlock the blasted file, Draco was seething. He dialed Severus� number on his cell phone and waited impatiently for the laconic man to answer.

�Answer the bloody phone, Sev��

Click.

�Hello?�

Draco almost sighed in relief. �Sev. I need you in my office. Pronto. It�s about James Potter.�

�I�ll be there in half an hour.�

Draco snapped the phone shut and swiveled his chair around to face the window.

�I hope he can clear a few things for me.�

�HpDm�

Severus pressed the red button on his cell phone and sighed tiredly. This whole fa�ade really was straining on his nerves. If only he hadn�t fallen for the man who was the cause of his recent bout of lethargic behavior.

�Knitting your eyebrows like that will give you wrinkles, you know.�

Severus ignored the comment and resumed sipping his Earl Gray The streets outside the caf� were bustling with people despite the cold weather.

�Do you think it wise to be out in the open like this?�

His companion smiled and said, �I believe that the increasing population of London will be enough to conceal our identities from prying eyes.�

Severus remained silent. The man leaned forward and peered into his face.

�Something is on your mind, Severus. Do share.�

The ebony-haired businessman rubbed his hands together.

�I never could hide anything from you, couldn�t I?�

The man shook his head with a grin. �No, you could not.�

Severus cast another glance outside and spoke.

�Draco is calling me to his office. The person you sent inside the B & M Building left a terrible mess of things inside the 29th floor�s record room. Draco will do anything to find out who has been messing with his documents.�

The man nodded. �Continue.�

�Eventually he will find out who tampered Potter�s bio.�

�I see�� the man clicked his tongue, �If he asks about James do what you do best. Lie. You are the last person he would suspect anyway.�

Severus smiled wryly.

�Sometimes being last isn�t always a good thing with Draco Malfoy.�

The cafeteria was almost empty, save for the few interns who managed to get at least five minutes break time.
�What�s up with Malfoy?� Harry asked, moving his tray along the metal bars fastened to the black granite counter, �He�s been silent and broody since this morning. And he didn�t yell at me! Not once!

Neville Longbottom, Harry�s fellow intern in the Finance Department, ordered a hamburger before turning him.

�Well, from what Parvati told me, Malfoy fired Millicent after some file had disappeared under her nose.�

Harry picked up his tray and headed for a table. �Isn�t Millicent the breadwinner of her family? What�s going to happen to her sisters?�

Neville followed him and sat down. He shrugged. �Most of the people who get fired from here, sans the interns, end up at some low-class company.�

�And Millicent�?� Harry pressed.

Neville smiled sadly. ��Ended up at TV Guide.�

�Bloody hell,� Harry murmured, �A bit harsh, don�t you think? Even for Malfoy.�

Neville appeared indifferent to the comment and said, �His father was no different. Worse even. Maybe the file was really important.�

�He�s overreacting.� The green-eyed man declared. Ever the Drama Queen, weren�t you?

Neville sipped his Coke and picked at his fries. �This actually the first time an employee actually got fired.�

�What about the inter�?�

�Aside from us. This is the very first time a real employee got fired since Lucius Malfoy died a the previous year.�

Harry bit into his own burger and chewed silently. Somehow I find that hard to believe. Malfoy? Not firing anyone? Shocker there.

Neville grinned at Harry�s indifference.

�It may be a shock to most of the people Malfoy went to school with but,�

Harry raised an eyebrow. �But what?�

�But he isn�t his father,� Neville finished, �As much as Malfoy looks like Malfoy Sr. they are, in essence, very different people.�

�And you know this how?�

Neville was not fazed by the unbelieving tone in his friend�s voice.

�You won�t get it yet, Harry. You haven�t seen Draco. Take your time. You don�t know, you and Malfoy might understand each other better than anyone else.�

That�ll be the day, Harry thought, munching on a tomato.

"I don�t know what to do, Sev,� Draco moaned, �Somebody�s meddling in B & M�s database, changing passwords and documents� If I find out that that somebody is a company employee, I�m doing a whole lot more than firing them.�
Severus rolled his eyes with an audible sigh. �I think you�re overreacting about this whole ordeal. Someone might have been able to change the password but you�ve still got the override key.�

�But that�s not the point!� Draco exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table, �The point is that some asshole was able to do it without my or your knowledge! When I open James Potter�s file again, I�m betting my life that the Company Relations section has been erased.�

�True.� Severus said, �But why are you so interested in James Potter anyway?�

�Because there is a 99.99 percent possibility that he�s related to Harry Potter.�

�Just because they have the same last name doesn�t make them related.�

�We can�t be entirely sure about that either. Potter�s file was tampered with too.� Draco turned his laptop to face his godfather and said, �And it�s not about the name. Look at his picture. He looks exactly like Potter. Minus the green eyes.�

The CEO turned the laptop back around and scanned the file.

�Looks like he went to Hogwarts the same time you and father did,� Draco looked at Severus suspiciously, �Why did he apply here of all places? I vaguely remember father mentioning a �James� in passing when he talked with mother�in quite a hateful voice, if I may add.�

Severus shrugged and said, �Probably to spite us. We were never on good terms, not in school nor in this company. He may have been the most brilliant accountant during that time but that didn�t mean that he would easily forget childhood grudges.�

Draco closed his laptop silently. �But why did father hire him? He stayed for about 5 years before resigning. I know that right after Lucius graduated from school, grandfather immediately shifted power to him.�

Smart question� Severus thought. But you cannot pin this on me now, Draco. It�s too soon.

�Because Abraxas wished it so,� he replied, �I believe he was close acquaintances with Potter�s parents. Lucius wanted nothing more to please his father.�

�I see.� It can�t be that simple. Father and Severus abhorred James Potter it seems. Why would they even allow him to stay here for that long?

�Thanks, Sev,� Draco said finally, �I�ll give you a call when this whole mess has been sorted out.�

Severus nodded stiffly and began to walk out, �Don�t dwell on this too much, Draco. All problems have their end in due time.�

The door softly clicked shut.

�I have no idea how but I know you�re involved, dear godfather,� Draco said quietly, staring at the door, �And I will find out why.�

Mrs. Pince was randomly alphabetizing files on her computer when she saw a familiar, bespectacled man pass by.

�Harry,� she called out. Just the person I wanted to see.

Harry turned around sharply and smiled when he saw Mrs. Pince�s waving hand.

�Good afternoon to you, Mrs. Pince. What can I do for you?�

�Have a seat, Harry dear.�

Harry paid no heed to the odd request and sat down on the chair beside hers. I wonder what this is about�

�Do you need help with anything, Mrs. Pince?�

She smiled and pet his knee, �Not at all, love. Stacking those books up for me was a great deal of help. It isn�t so often that I find nice interns like yourself to help me out.�

Harry�s cheeks tinted pink. �It was no problem at all.�

�Anyway,� Mrs. Pince said, �I didn�t call you here for a favor. I really just wanted to ask if you have any�relatives who work or used to work in this company.�

Harry seemed perplexed by the question. �Well, not that I know off at least. Why? Is there someone here you think is�related to me?�

Mrs. Pince shook her head. �No one, dear� just an odd question coming from an old lady. You just strongly reminded me of someone who used to work with me. Thank you for your time, Harry.�

�It was my pleasure, Mrs. Pince. If ever you need anything just give me a ring.�

�Alright,� Mrs. Pince smiled and stood up. �Off you go then.�

�See you.� Harry replied, walking away.

The aged woman sighed and put her hands on her hips. Harry surely would have known if his father worked here� maybe it was just a coincidence that they look alike� I�ll just have to ask him some other time.

Mrs. Pince sat back down and opened a small wooden box on her desk. She picked out Neville�s borrower�s card.

�Oh dear, it seems like Mr. Longbottom still hasn�t returned the book on hydrangea tissue culturing��

Pale, slender fingers made sharp tapping noises on the mahogany table as Draco sat idly, weighing whether or not meeting Potter was worth the headache that would bloom immediately after. It wasn�t that he chose to hate Potter. It was more of a natural thing. Getting under each other�s skin was so easy, and the after feeling of satisfaction had always been something to look forward to.

But recently during their last year in Hogwarts, there was something off with the way they argued. There was something more than the satisfaction lingering after a row. It was more guilt than either of them never thought they could feel when dealing with each other. Draco remembered the times when he made cracks about Harry�s lack of parents and that could never get decent sleep afterwards.

It was sort of like the hurt that they had been so used to make the other feel had equated to something else entirely. So here Draco was, wondering whether or not he could keep his temper for ten minutes, just so he could get to the bottom of the secret of Potter�s parents.

�This is so stupid,� Draco muttered, running a hand through his hair, tussling it all over his forehead, �It won�t take longer than ten minutes.�

He pressed the intercom�s button.

�Daphne, please have Harry Potter paged and into my office in five minutes.�

�Right away, Mr. Malfoy.�

Click.

It was actually by a stroke of luck that his new secretary was a hell of a lot more competent that Millicent, and that she had a high tolerance for holding her pee and BM.

A breathless Harry Potter strode into his office exactly five minutes later.

�You called, sir?� Harry said, distaste clearly shown on his features.

Draco bit back the urge to say a scathing remark and opted for the niceties instead.

�Good day, Mr. Potter. I hope your stay at B & M Corp has been a�pleasant experience for you��

�Cut the chit-chat, Malfoy,� Harry growled, �Am I fired or what? I still have some stuff to attend to.�

Draco�s eyes flashed angrily. �Of course. An errand boy�s job is never done.�

Harry spun on his heel to leave.

�Stop right there, Potter.�

He halted and turned around. �What do you want now?�

Draco uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. �I just need you to answer one question for me. Then you can go back to whatever life-threatening thing you have to do.�

�Ask away.� Harry said sarcastically.

�Potter,� Draco started, �Who exactly are your parents?�

Harry�s eyes narrowed. �The ones you ridiculed all those years in Hogwarts?�

�Yes,� Draco replied coolly.

Suspicion flashed through emerald eyes. �Why are you asking?�

�Just answer the bloody question!� Draco snapped.

Don�t get your knickers in a twist, Malfoy.

�Lily Evans,� Harry said, �And James Potter.�

A huge grin almost split Draco�s face.

�I could kiss you right now, Potter.�

Note from The Furry Yellow-Striped Koala:
A secret is revealed! Draco should stop scratching his eyes out right about now. :Draco glares: It�s not my fault you are such a drama queen. Back to the point. Do not worry, this story is not progressing too fast. There will some Drarry moments in the following chapters but it�s going to be more out of hate than anything. I don�t want you guys to lose interest in meh plot to soon.

I shall keep the tensions running high!

Have a Happy New Year everybody!

.:Esu-chan:. (End type 8:46 PM January 1, 2008)
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