The visit to Pansy and Theodore's last night was more humble than Draco had expected. They didn't bring up that he was about two hours late or about his occupation; which would be brought up numerous occasions. It wasn't until Draco left that he realized he hadn't seen the couple in a while. Theodore must have realized that too, because he had invited Draco to go to his and Blaise's winery.
They had a new wine and wanted to test it on someone. With Draco's excellent taste in wines he had accepted it. It wasn't that he was jealous of them. Sometimes he wished he could still be making his way to the top without having to suck on someone's cock every day. But Draco was too attached now to what he was doing.
Unfortunately he went to the Bachelor party. The one that Harry had been so furious about. The men were intrigued once they saw Draco appear at their door. They were already hard before Draco arrived is what is seemed like. He was passed around and even gave himself to the man getting married. He had hesitated at first since last time he had gotten punched hard for fooling around with someone else's boyfriend.
The party ended quickly and he had made his exit before drinks were passed around. As Draco was giving head and getting head he couldn't stop thinking of Harry. Normally he would pay attention but hid mind seemed to wander if.
Harry never said that he didn't like what Draco was doing. He didn't even ask. Draco could tell that Harry disapproved of it. Especially now that they were involved. They never agreed on what to call themselves. Shag mates? That's what was running through Harry's mind. Draco wanted to take it a step farther.
Over the years it had been nothing but hate. And now after two years it seems it's nothing but sex. Years ago Draco would have sneered and judged anyone who made money from having sex with muggles. Now he was what he hated. Slytherins liked to have sex the most but to have it every day for a week as a job was far from what anyone would want. Draco was now sneering at them.
Would Harry tell his little Gryffindor friends that he shagged with someone they used to hate? He could imagine Weasley's face turning purple and already making his way to the door with his wand in his hand. Granger would probably try to go deeper and search for the logic in what Harry did and what Draco does as a living.
He hoped that Potter would keep his mouth shut. For now at least. He didn't want the press coming to his door asking about every detail that hasn't been spoken for in two years.
Draco ignored his thoughts and moved them to the back of his mind for now. He grabbed his coat and started to walk out of his bedroom and to Knockturn Alley when the phone rang.
He tried to not answer it but he knew from previous circumstances it was better to answer now than to get the lecture from Eli. Who knew that a lecture about having to have sex could be so important?
"Hello?" Draco said bluntly into the phone.
"Ah Dragon," said the person. It wasn't Eli. Only Eli called him that. No one knew his number and no one knew his nickname.
"Who is this?" Draco asked at once.
"I'm not playing twenty questions with a stranger-"
"Calm down Draco," the voice said. "It's Harry."
Harry. How did he know his number? Or Dragon? Embarrassment flooded Draco.
"Want to go to Diagon Alley today?" Harry asked.
Go somewhere in public with Harry Potter after what happened last night? This couldn't be a date. But it was the first thing to come to mind that could describe it.
"I was actually on my way there," Draco said.
"Great. See you there then," Harry said.
A click ended the call. Draco didn't even get to ask how Harry knew.
Harry had stood by the door for a moment after Oliver left. He had blurted the words before he could stop himself. Jealousy was playing at him and it needed to stop. Oliver was with someone else. Elliot. And now that Harry confessed to going on a date with Draco Malfoy he had to play along.
He had gone to Draco's the other night for the same reason. To play along. He had gone beyond playing along though. He wasn't even sure if he liked Oliver anymore. The thoughts were still kicking at him. How could someone like someone even after they were lied to most of the relationship?
He didn't know how he was going to persuade Draco to go to the Ministry. Oliver now expected Harry to go to this Ministry party with someone that Harry had hated for years. He would either have to fake his attraction towards Draco or just tell Oliver that he lied.
That would be an idea. Lying to someone who had lied to him. The perfect plan to get back. He didn't know why he wanted to get back at someone. He was obviously involved with someone else.
After Harry returned to the drawing room Teddy had already gone upstairs and Hermione and Ron were in a heated discussion. They were so involved with each other they didn't notice Harry. He took advantage and stood behind the wall to the drawing room.
"Because Ron," Hermione said intensely. "Snogging your ex-girlfriend isn't a good thing! I thought you were going to be loyal!"
"It was just a onetime thing! It won't happen again. I can be loyal if you let me prove it!"
"That's not what Ginny said. She told me that this isn't the only time. How many girls have you been with behind my back?"
"Only one," Ron said softly. "I was drunk and so was she."
"What was her name?" Hermione asked.
There was a pause. Harry thought that he wouldn't say. Even Harry didn't know about this one. It was true that there had been other girls. But the other two were when Ron was drunk and they weren't intentionally. Ron told Harry that there had been two other girls but they were such vague memories that he didn't recall who they were. Harry didn't want to say what about the other times. Who knows how many people he has snogged but doesn't remember anything at all?
"Cho Chang.," Ron said weakly.
"Harry's ex-girlfriend? I thought you just said you were drunk! How could you remember who it was?"
Harry unfortunately was on Hermione's side. How could Ron kiss Cho? After what happened between them? Harry wanted to come out from behind the wall but he kept hidden craving to hear more.
"I remember her face! And I remember it wasn't that long!"
"How can you remember so much when you were drunk?" Hermione said, obviously not believing any word that he's saying.
Harry hated how often they fought now. There wasn't a time when they weren't. This wasn't the first time that he had listened in on one of their fights. He sighed and stepped away from the wall walking into the drawing room.
Their bitter yells ceased to silence and they were both attempting to façade their fighting by smiling. Like nothing had happened.
"I went to check on Teddy," Harry lied. He was just full on them today.
Hermione nodded. "Who was at the door?"
Harry wanted to lie about that too. Telling her who was at the door would mean telling her why he had come and what he talked about.
"Oliver," he said.
"What did he want?" She said as Harry had predicted.
They all sat down on the couch. Harry felt like he was trespassing. He missed where they could laugh at things and they could all get along. Now he felt like a distraction from an ongoing fight that will never stop.
"Only inviting me to the Ministry party," He said.
"Oh we got a letter too," She said. "Weeks ago though."
Before the fighting started she meant.
"Why would Oliver invite you to go with him?" Ron asked.
"No he just brought the letter. He's dating that bloke we saw at the coffee shop," Harry said idly.
"I'm sorry mate," Ron said.
And he meant it. But Harry didn't care. He was used to getting apologizes. It's not like he did something wrong. Of course they're just feeling sorry for him. It was a delicate situation and Harry was glad he ended it with Oliver at the time instead of agreeing to ignore the lies. He was given a choice when Oliver confessed to using Harry. To continue to date Oliver or break up with someone you thought you loved. Harry took the hard way.
"I'm going with Draco Malfoy," Harry said openly. "To the Ministry. He was the person who I shagged the other night. Don't ask any questions."
Harry stood up ignoring their shocked faces. They didn't ask for anything else but Harry could see how desperate they were to know more.
When Harry wasn't feeling as tired as he was feeling then he would tell them whatever they wanted to know but for now all he could think about was laying down in his bed. To dream about anything about Oliver and Elliot. He didn't mind if he dreamt about Draco.
When Harry woke up in the morning he descended the stairs still tired. Hermione was sleeping on the couch in the drawing room again. Harry felt sorry for not clearing out a room for her. She didn't mind it. Or she didn't ask about having her own room. Harry tried not to hire a house elf and have one clean a room out but knowing Hermione it would only add to her furious rage.
He went into the kitchen. There were two letters on the counter that were both for him. One was for Ron saying he left early this morning and found the other letter on the door. The other letter was thankfully not from the Ministry.
He opened it and was surprised to find that it was from Oliver.
I'm happy that you found someone else to like. It's good to know that you're moving on and don't hate me. I hope we can see each other before tomorrow night. I'll be in Diagon Alley today. Guess which store. I hope I see you there!
Harry felt consumed of regret. He did hate Oliver. He wasn't over him yet. Even after Draco…..
A wicked grin spread across Harry's face. A plan was coursing through his mind. A horrible one.
He picked up the phone and called the company that he worked for. It took some persuading to get the guy named Eli to give Harry Draco's number. Harry had to lie and tell him that he lost it and knew that the company would have it. The lies kept coming.
Once Harry had called Draco and was told to meet Draco at the wine shop called Nott and Zabini, which was owned by Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, he was satisfied.
The pieces were fitting along with the lies coming after. It was time for Oliver to meet his new boyfriend.
Draco arrived at Diagon Alley, not seeing Harry anywhere yet. He didn't tell Blaise and Theo ahead of time that Harry Potter would be coming with him to test a new wine. Nor did he want to. He wanted them to be surprised and start asking questions immediately. It wasn't normal for a whore to actually date a bloke.
Five minutes passed and there still wasn't a sign of him. Then he saw him. He was standing near the quidditch supply store. He was looking through the windows as if searching for something or someone. Draco smiled a little and walked over to him, avoiding the many glares that he received.
"Harry," He said, as he got over to him.
Harry jumped a little not expecting Draco at all. "Oh Draco. I'm glad you're here-"
"We're late already," Draco said grabbing Harry's wrist and beginning to walk towards Knockturn Alley. "I thought we agreed to meet at the winery not at the quidditch store."
"I-I just thought that I might need….something," Harry said stuttered.
Was that a lie? Draco wondered if he was lying. If he was telling the truth then why didn't he go inside to look instead of looking through the windows?
They made their way to Knockturn Alley. It still gave that eerie feeling but to Draco it felt better than Diagon Alley. He knew most of the people who were walking around and none of them stopped to glare at him or insult him.
The winery was a little crowded but Theo and Blaise saw them come in and brought them to the back room. Draco hadn't told Harry what they were doing there.
"So what do you think of it?" Theo asked anxiously.
Draco didn't know what to say. The hint of citrus rested on his taste buds. It was simply brilliant.
"What did you put in this?" Draco asked taking another sip.
"Cherry, plum-"Theo started.
"Don't tell him," Blaise said. He looked back to Draco. "We can only say it's a citrus drink."
"As I predicted," Draco said satisfied. "Do you have a bottle of this?"
They nodded and Blaise left getting a bottle from the storage room. Theo looked timidly as he looked down biting his lip.
"Theo?" Draco asked curiously. "Is something wrong?"
"No nothing it's just something I should have said last night," Theo said looking up at Draco smiling a bit.
"Well? What is it then?" Draco asked.
Theo looked around for a moment even though they were alone. Besides Potter. Blaise came back with the bottle which Draco figured was their only one. Draco deserved it being that he tested the drink which could have been poisoned. Theo, who looked hurt having been distracted, cleared his throat.
"Pansy is pregnant," Theo said proudly.
Draco didn't know what to say. He should have realized that she was pregnant last night. She looked more rounded but Draco bit his tongue thinking that she was just getting fat.
"Er-congratulations then," Draco said, taking the bottle from Blaise.
A few minutes later they left the winery and made their way back to Diagon Alley. They weaved through the crowds most giving disgusting looks over to Draco. They got through the mass of people and were back to where the Quidditch Supply Store
"Hey Harry-"Draco said, then followed Harry's gaze.
The old quidditch captain for Gryffindor was standing near them holding hands with someone. Harry seemed so entranced by the couple but when Draco looked back he realized that he was looking at Oliver Wood not both of them.
Draco knew that they used to be together a few months ago. Months have passed and Harry should feel nothing. Harry quickly grabbed Draco's hand and continued to look at Oliver. The first thought was to let go but then he looked back at the couple.
They were walking over to Draco and Harry. The other guy that was holding hands with Wood looked oddly familiar. He couldn't remember where he had seen the person before.
"Glad you could make it," Wood said beaming. "Nice to see you again Malfoy."
"I guess I'll be seeing you both tomorrow night then," Oliver said starting to walk away. "See you at the Ministry."
Oliver walked off hand in hand with the other bloke who Draco knew but didn't.
It took a moment for the words to sink in. Tomorrow night? Ministry?
"What is he talking about Potter?" Draco said confused.
"I told him you would be my date," Harry said simply, still looking at Oliver. "To the Ministry party."
Harry continued to watch Oliver walk away with Elliot until they were out of sight. He completely forgot that Draco was there. He also forgot to tell him that he was going to the Ministry of Magic's party.
"I can't go," Draco said dismissively.
Harry looked back at Draco who looked outraged. Almost looked like Hermione after a fight with Ron. Almost.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Harry said, actually meaning it.
"I hate the Ministry and they hate me," Draco said.
After a moment Draco agreed to go but not to stay too long. Harry offered for him to use polyjuice potion but Draco quickly declined the offer.
They both disapparated back to their own homes. Once Harry entered the door it sounded like a hell house. The portraits were screaming at each other. Most of the words coming from them involved 'mudblood.' He heard Teddy crying somewhere. Upstairs it sounded like. And above all he couldn't ignore the shouts coming from the drawing room.
He quickly marched upstairs to Teddy's room and scooped him up. He was still crying when Harry made his way back down the stairs. The narrow hallway was full with bickering. Harry walked through them telling them to stop yelling and he was surprised when most of them stopped talking.
He held Teddy closely to his chest as he walked to the drawing room. Ron and Hermione were beyond yelling. They were both red in the face and it looked like Ron had been punched or hit by her.
"This has to stop!" Harry yelled.
Teddy stirred in his arms continuing to cry louder at Harry yelling. Harry put him down on the floor watching him go somewhere else.
"Hermione you have to leave. I'm sorry but I can't stand coming home to my home to this every day. Either make up or break up I don't care anymore! Whatever stops this! In my opinion you should ignore what happened. It's not that big of a deal. But I do not want to come home to every portrait screaming along with Teddy yelling from upstairs!" Harry yelled.
Both of them were quiet and Harry went back upstairs not wanting to hear what they have to say. He found Teddy crunched down by the stairs covering his ears. Harry kneeled down in front of him.
"I'm sorry about the yelling Teddy," Harry said. He watched Teddy's hair turn grey. He knew that was a sign of Teddy being angry.
"It won't happen again. I promise. How about we go upstairs?" Harry offered. He picked Teddy back up and went back upstairs. The house was entirely quiet. He wasn't even sure if they were talking or not. It almost seemed peaceful if it wasn't for what he knew what was happened just moments before.
He put Teddy back in his crib and sat in the chair next to it.
The door from downstairs opened and closed. There was no slamming which felt like the first time in a while.
"See Teddy. I promised there wouldn't be any more yelling," Harry said.
He hoped it was true. There wasn't any remorse from what he said. Though he didn't actually want Hermione to leave. He could make her a room. He was just desperate for the fighting to end. Teddy was supposed to be looked after when he was gone not be ignored and shut up in his room while they fought. It was completely mad.
When Teddy finally fell asleep Harry went back downstairs to find both Hermione and Ron gone. There wasn't anything left behind.
Draco wasn't even on the couch for a minute before the phone rang. Was there ever a break? Even five minutes? There had to be other people that Eli could call. Even if Draco was the best person in the company.
"Dragon?" Eli asked.
"Yes sir?" Draco said, trying to sound kind.
"Someone wants you at 6923 Portales. Immediately," Eli said and hung up.
Immediately? Probably someone broke up with the bloke and now he was miserable, seeking out for someone to fuck him.
Draco had no choice but to change into cleaner clothes and left. Not even a chance to relax. He forgot to mention that he should get tomorrow night off for the Ministry deal. He still couldn't believe that Harry didn't tell him.
The walk there wasn't too far. It was closer to Diagon Alley then Draco expected. Draco wondered if the bloke was a wizard. Only a handful of wizards have only been shagged by Draco. Some were girls though.
Draco noticed that the farther he walked the more it looked like no one lived in the homes. He went down a small winding path to the house. When Draco arrived it seemed like no one was home. All the lights in the small house were off. The house also looked in bad shape. Some of the bricks were fading from its original color.
Draco knocked on the door already knowing there wouldn't be an answer.
"Hello?" Draco asked. "Someone here called. Is anyone there?"
That was when he noticed a note taped to the door. He ripped it off glancing at the door before reading it.
I know you're secret. You have five seconds to run.
Secret? Draco didn't have any secrets… except for what happened at the Ministry. He looked back down at the letter.
Five seconds to run.
Draco quickly jumped off of the tarnished porch and barely made it to the grass as the house burst into flames.