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@ 2008-12-02 12:17:00
|Entry tags:||2008, character: draco malfoy, character: harry potter, fic, pairing: harry/draco|
Fic: Make It Work (Harry/Draco, NC-17) for shawn_anne
Title: Make It Work
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older. Some of the names and places have been borrowed from additional fandoms to which I give credit to their authors.
Summary: With his career taking new steps can Draco keep up with everything that is happening or will he have to give something up?
Warnings: EWE, Muggle life-ish
Word Count: ~4200
Author's Notes: Written for shawn_anne, who asked for light bondage, leather, and bottoming-from-top Harry. Thanks to S for the beta, any errors still contained within belong to me.
Make It Work
Draco's day started like any ordinary day would; or at least any day after spending the night at Harry Potter's flat. Draco had enough belongings there that he could be living there, just as Harry had belongings at Draco's place, but they still kept their own places. Some days, Draco wished they would change the situation, but right now he didn't have the time to put any effort into making such alterations.
So Draco's day started with a quick snog before getting in the shower. As he finished with his morning toiletries and got dressed, Harry wandered into the kitchen to make coffee and toast. Draco flipped though the morning paper while eating, and then left for work. It was when he got to work that his day didn't follow the normal pattern.
"Draco, I'm so glad you're early today. We got an email from Lunkwill. There have been some last minute changes to the show tomorrow." Marlene, Draco's boss, caught him as he entered the shop. "Apparently, Lallafa has only evening wear, and would like to go last, and being one of the sponsors he gets that privilege. And Jelte pulled out saying they aren't ready. But that's good news for you as you now get a few extra minutes and can add your other looks back in."
"Somehow I get the feeling that there is bad news to go along with this," Draco said as he sat down at his table. Getting to show the extra looks was a plus, but it also meant he needed more models and getting them the day before a show was not going to be easy.
"Not really bad, no," Marlene continued. "But in rearranging the order for Lallafa's adjustment you have been put in second."
Draco looked up at her. Second wasn't so bad; it just meant he had less time to prep and get everyone lined up. He just nodded his understanding and waved her away, going back to his agency lists to make some phone calls.
After the war was over, Draco had gone back to Hogwarts for his final year of schooling and to sit for his NEWTs. Though he did rather well and could have applied wherever he may have wanted, he didn't think the Wizarding World would really accept him after everything that had happened, so he moved to the Muggle World.
He got a job as a sales assistant in a small but posh clothing store, mostly because he liked what they had and the discount would come in handy. It wasn't long before he realized he had a true passion for the fashion industry and so he signed up for some classes at the university. After a time, he was allowed to add a few elements to the line.
Now Draco was Assistant Manager of the store and was showing his first solo line the next day. It wasn't Fashion Week, so there weren't going to be a lot of people there, but a number of independent designers and boutiques had gotten together as a way to promote their mid-season looks and to generate more interest.
By mid-afternoon, he had one firm additional model and a couple of maybes. He had called all their usual sources, as well as a few they didn't normally use, so he would just have to wait and hope for the best. He was on his way back from getting a coffee and some lunch thinking that now would be a good time to take up smoking again. Then again, Harry disapproved of it, so he settled for fueling his caffeine addiction instead. The rest of the afternoon was spent fitting the models they did have and making sure everything was ready for the morning. When they were finally done for the day, Draco decided to walk to Harry's flat since it was nearby and he needed another coffee.
When he arrived, Maria, Harry's golden retriever, met him at the door and he could hear Harry in the kitchen, probably finishing up dinner. Draco slipped into the bedroom to change into track pants and a t-shirt before joining Harry in the kitchen.
"You didn't have to wait dinner for me. I could have heated something," Draco wrapped his arms around Harry from behind and kissed his neck. "But it sure does smell good. I'll get the table set." He gave Harry one last kiss and went about getting plates and silverware out. He also snuck Maria a treat that he hoped Harry hadn't seen, but knew he probably had.
The next morning, Draco was up and off to work without waking Harry. It was barely half six and he was already running late. He got to the shop in time to oversee the loading of his garments and get shoved into a cab as Marlene handed him a coffee.
"Now Draco, just try not to be too nervous. I'll be back with you until the show starts and then I have to go out front. Everything will be just fine."
"I'm not nervous about the show. I've assisted you with enough to know what I'm doing. Not having a firm standing on the models is what scares me. Thanks for the coffee. I left Harry to sleep so I didn't get any. Yes, before you ask, he is coming to the show. You can berate him yourself about not coming around the shop more often."
They had reached the venue and needed to get unloaded and set up. Draco found his spot easily and Marlene started to hang everything up while he went to check in. Draco came back with the hair and make-up stylists who would be working with him and started showing them his looks since his models were arriving and he needed to be getting them ready quickly. Only one of the last minute maybes had made it but he wasn't going to panic yet, he still had a little bit of time.
It was half and hour before he needed to have his models lined up and ready when he started to panic about missing a model. He had held off putting the final look on anyone hoping he'd get just the right person and he didn't really have time to switch anyone so that he could get that one into the show. He was about to consider panicking when his mobile rang.
"Harry, tell me you aren't doing anything right now. Please."
"I'm taking Maria for a quick walk before I get ready to head out. Draco, what's wrong? You sound frantic."
"Everything's fine, or at least it will be if you can be here in ten minutes. Please say you can?"
"You know I can if you need me. Draco, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just come to the back and tell them you are looking for Draco Malfoy of Antares and someone should direct you to me. Thanks love, see you in a few." Draco hung up before Harry had a chance to reply and began digging though the box of accessories he had brought along.
Eight minutes later, he saw Harry making his way though the crowds. Draco called his hair stylist over as he went to greet Harry.
"Thank you for getting here so quickly. Now come along and say as little as possible. I promise I'll make this up to you." Before Harry could protest he was pushed into a stylist's chair and someone was running their fingers though his hair. "Do what you can to make him look irresistibly tousled. You're the best and I know you'll make it work." With that, Draco left Harry in capable hands.
A few minutes later, Draco shoved some hangers at him and pushed him behind a folding screen. Draco then paced his small section while he waited for Harry to change and come back out.
"Draco, are you sure this is right? It feels awfully tight." Harry called out to him.
"It's not tight. It's called fit, you should try it some time. Now get out here so I can see you. We need to get you in line."
Harry emerged from behind the screen, and Draco directed him to a mirror so he could see himself. He had on a pair of slim fit dark wash jeans with a flame inlay of leather down the outside. As he was studying the jeans Draco was adjusting the shirt, unbuttoning the top few buttons and folding the cuffs up artfully. The shirt itself was a soft white-on-white woven pattern with decorative stitching around the collar and down the front, mimicking the design on the jeans.
"If you wanted a change of career, you could easily become a model," Draco said into Harry's ear causing him to start. "Now come on, we need to get you in line. There is a monitor backstage so watch it and get an idea of how the others move.
"You are the last one in my set so when you get off all of you will go back out together, in order. Just relax and pretend you know what you are doing and no one will have cause to judge you. I'll be right here when you get done and you can get ready for the after party. Good luck."
With that Draco shoved Harry into line and went to take his place with the other designers.
Draco had lost sight of Harry yet again in the crowd. Harry had turned out to be an amazing success on the runway, and a number of designers and agents had been asking Draco where he had found him. But Draco just smiled and took another sip of his drink each time in answer. Marlene had cornered him to congratulate him on an excellent show and tease him about keeping Harry hidden from them so long. Draco laughed it off and said it was a one off event and wasn't likely to happen again.
Draco wandered around in search of another drink and some intelligent conversation and as he sipped his new drink he saw Harry not far away. At first glance, it looked like he was conversing with the young man, but then Draco realized Harry looked uncomfortable and it became apparent that the other was trying to chat Harry up. Draco quickly made his way to them to help Harry.
"Good evening gentlemen. That was a good show you had this afternoon."
Harry's face relaxed with relief and he started to edge toward Draco. The other man just gave him a calculating look to try and judge how much of a threat he might pose.
"Get stuffed. Just because he was part of your show doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a chance with him."
"Actually it does. You see, he did the show as a personal favor for me." And in an uncommon show of affection Draco cupped the back of Harry's head and kissed him. When they broke apart the other guy was gone and Harry leaned into Draco.
"If you are ready, I think its safe that I can leave," Draco whispered in his ear. "And then I can start in on my promise to make this up to you."
They made one more round to say good night to a few people, then left and headed for Draco's flat. They barely made it though the door before they started pulling at each other's clothes.
After their first round, they relaxed together in a warm bath and spent a lazy hour washing each other. Harry lent back against Draco's chest as Draco ran the soapy cloth over his chest.
"Thanks for helping me out this afternoon. They had only told me yesterday that I could put the rest of the looks in, and I only managed to get two more models. And you didn't know it, but I designed that look with you in mind."
"Mmmm…it was a very nice look. Maybe I'll have to stop by and try it on again when you get them in."
"Or you'll just have to accept the one you wore today and be the first to own it. After all, what else can you do with a magically altered outfit?"
"Please say you didn't. You know you could get in trouble for that kind of thing. Is that what you did to all the others?" Harry pulled away slightly so that he could look back at Draco.
"I only did it to yours and only because you were wearing it. The others were fit with enough time to do standard alterations. Now get back here and relax, I'm not done with you yet."
Draco pulled Harry back against him and continued to run the cloth over his chest and slowly down over his stomach. As Harry started to relax against him, Draco let the cloth fall from his hand and to run his fingers over the smooth muscles and play in the trail of hair that led to what he really wanted.
Harry sighed and settled further back as Draco's hand closed around him and began stroking slowly. Draco planted kisses along Harry's stretched neck and up until he got to his ear lobe, which he nipped at before drawing it into his mouth and sucking in time with his strokes.
It wasn't long before Harry started to rock his hips in time with the strokes so Draco spread his legs apart a little causing his erection to settle into Harry's cleft. Soon both of them were breathless and moaning from the sensations. Knowing Harry was close, Draco gave a quick tug on his ear to correspond with a particularly skillful twist of his wrist around the head of Harry's cock.
With a startled cry Harry came, releasing himself over Draco's hand. As Harry clenched from the sensation Draco felt his own orgasm approaching and let himself go over the edge. They both settled bonelessly against the edge of the tub to let their breathing return to normal. After a few minutes, they quickly rinsed off and after drying each other, made their way to the bed to get some sleep.
Draco was glad when Friday evening finally arrived. It had been a long week at work. The first of his new line started to arrive and he had been fending off calls asking where he had found his final model and if he was available for other gigs. The highlight of his week had been when Marlene answered one of the calls and went on to say he had been a classmate who'd fallen terminally ill and one of his dreams had always been to be a runway model. Of course this was only funny until Draco started receiving calls of condolence.
But now it was Friday evening, and he was on his way to Harry's for dinner. He thought about stopping for a coffee, but decided he'd get Harry to make some instead; his was always better anyway.
Draco was about to reach for the door when it opened and a guy he didn't recognize was standing there putting on his jacket. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded and barely managed to keep Maria from jumping on him at the sound of his voice.
"Umm…I think there's someone here for you Harry," he said over his shoulder. "See you later." Then he squeezed past Draco and headed for the stairs. Draco went into the flat and barely managed not to slam the door.
"You're in a right mood today. Come on, I'll make you some coffee while I get started on dinner." Harry disappeared into the kitchen leaving Draco no choice but to follow. When he got there, Harry had put on a fresh pot of coffee and was pulling dinner fixings out of the pantry. He sat down at the table and Maria came over and put her head in his lap. Even when he was upset with Harry, Draco could never deny Maria anything, so he gave her ears a scratch.
"So, who was he and why was he here?"
Harry just looked at Draco over his shoulder and continued to make dinner. "That, Draco, was Ernie Macmillan from school. We ran into each other at the grocery and I invited him over for tea and to catch up. You have no reason to be all out of shape about it."
"I didn't see him with any bags. And…and you're not wearing any socks!" Harry just cocked an eyebrow at that statement. Draco knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. "Well you aren't. I've never seen you not wear socks."
Harry stopped his preparations and turned to lean back against the counter. "I often forgo socks at home, you just don't notice. And if you are trying to accuse me of something, please just do it. I don't want your theatrics."
"How do I know you're not doing something when I'm at work? You only work mornings now, so you could be looking to keep yourself occupied in the afternoons. How should I know what you're thinking? Only one person ever knew what the great Harry Potter was thinking."
Draco knew as soon as he'd spoken that he'd said the wrong thing, but also knew that you couldn't take back what was spoken. Harry stood up away from the counter and his expression went stony. Without saying anything, he left the kitchen and Draco heard the bedroom door shut down the hall. Still trying to process what he had said and what had happened Draco just sat there for a few minutes until Maria laid her head back in his lap and let out a small whine.
"I messed up, didn't I girl? Let's put this stuff away and go for a walk. We'll let Harry alone for a bit." Draco packed away the stuff Harry had gotten out back into the pantry and went to get Maria's lead from the closet in the hall. She was waiting for him by the door and they went out into the gathering dusk.
They walked around for a bit before Draco started to get hungry and then headed to Harry's favorite Indian take-away place. Though Draco didn't know the owner as well as Harry did, the owner sure knew Maria, and so in addition to the food he ordered, Draco ended up with a bag of meat scraps for her.
When they got back to the flat the bedroom door was still closed, so Draco put Maria's scraps in her bowl before grabbing two forks and heading for the bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door and when he got no answer he pushed it open slightly and looked around the edge. Harry was lying on the bed facing the door. Draco held up the food for him to see. He thought Harry might reject him, but Harry sat up and patted the other side in invitation. Leaving the door ajar, Draco padded over and sat down, handing the bag to Harry.
"I got you chicken and mushroom balti," Draco said opening the containers. "I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I really don't think that about you. It's been crazy at work all week and I keep getting calls about you and everyone seems to want you. And then I get home and he's just leaving and you looked so relaxed and comfortable."
"Draco, I'm always relaxed at home. And I knew you were going to be here soon. But then you brought your bad mood in with you. What was that about?"
"Bad day at work?" Draco tried to offer up as he shoved chicken kashmir in his mouth. Harry gave him a look that said he wasn't buying the excuse. "Well it was a rather long and stressful day. But being Friday I knew I had you to myself for two days. Then I almost got run over on the way home, and get here to find what's-his-name leaving. It was childish of me to act the way I did and I truly am sorry for what I said."
Harry considered him for a moment before setting his food aside and leaning over for a kiss. "I'll accept your apology," he said against Draco's lips as he pulled back slightly, "if you'll put dinner aside and let me have dessert."
Draco didn't need to be asked twice and soon the food was forgotten and clothes pushed aside for what they really sought.
Draco slowly became aware that he wasn't really sleeping but that he could be. He attempted to roll onto his side and found that he couldn't move his arms or legs and was about to panic when his sleep-fogged mind registered what it was that woke him. There was a warm wet mouth working the length of his cock. Harry did a little trick with his tongue that Draco could never resist and before he could stop himself a small moan of pleasure escaped.
There was a slight pause in the ministrations as Harry chuckled around his mouthful, the vibrations doing deliciously wonderful things to Draco. On a second investigation, Draco found he could move his arms and legs enough so they wouldn't go numb, but that he was bound to the head and foot of the bed with something nice and soft.
Fully awake now, Draco looked down to watch Harry at work. He didn't even try to stifle the moan at seeing his cock disappearing in and out of Harry's mouth. Then Harry was pulling almost all the way off to swirl his tongue into the leaking slit at the tip, almost causing Draco to loose control. As he was fully engulfed again, Draco barely noticed Harry's change in position, but when he looked down again Harry was awkwardly balanced on one arm with the other bent behind him. Watching Harry carefully stretch and prepare himself caused Draco's cock to twitch in response.
"Harry, please," Draco couldn't stop himself from pleading. "I don't think I can last much longer."
Harry removed his mouth and sat back into a better position to work his opening. He grabbed Draco's cock in his free hand to keep it steady and mildly stimulated. Then he slowly moved up Draco's body until he was straddling his groin. Removing the fingers from his own body Harry carefully positioned Draco and slowly lowered himself. They both cried out as Draco slowly began to fill him. Draco tried to buck his hips to get in farther, but with Harry holding him and his ankles bound he didn't get very far.
Finally Harry was seated all the way and started a steady rocking motion. Draco rocked his hips as best he could to assist and knew he'd done something right when Harry arched his back and tightened his hold on Draco's hips. Draco aimed for the same movement again, and with Harry's help, was brushing against his prostate with every thrust.
Before long, Harry was pumping his own erection in time to Draco's thrusts, and then Harry was coming, warm and moist, across Draco's stomach and chest just seconds before Draco came, Harry's body clenching tightly and milking his orgasm out of him. Now spent, Harry sank down to lay on his side next to Draco and ran his fingers though the cooling puddle. Draco turned his head enough to nip Harry's bottom lip between his teeth before capturing his mouth in a kiss.
"And good morning to you," he said with a smile pulling away. "What brought this on?"
"You looked irresistible just laying there, and I wanted a taste." Harry leaned in for another kiss as he reached up to free Draco's hands. Once free, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him close, not caring that they were spreading the now cold and sticky semen in the process. "And I wanted to make you agreeable to my suggestion," Harry said pulling back slightly.
Suddenly from nowhere, Draco remembered what's-his-name from yesterday and could only think that Harry wanted to try a threesome. "If you think I'll agree to inviting anyone to join us you are mistaken, Potter. I don't share what's mine, and you are mine."
"That's not what I was going to ask." Harry said as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Although now that you mention it-" Draco tried to smack him upside the head, but Harry caught his wrist and brought the hand in to lay a kiss on the palm, sending a shiver of pleasure down Draco's spine.
"Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"
Of all the things Harry could have said, that was the last thing Draco expected. His heart sped up at the thought and his brain screamed at him to say yes, but all he could do was stare at Harry. After a few seconds of silence, Harry's eyes lost their glow and he moved as if to get up, snapping Draco out of his stupor. He wrapped his arms back around Harry and pulled him into a kiss. Harry sighed and relaxed into the kiss working his arms around Draco as best he could.
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes," Draco whispered against Harry's lips when he pulled back for air. He could feel a smile on Harry's lips when he claimed them again and knew that it was going to be a very good day.
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