* Thank you for all the feedback! It really seemed to take me a long time to get this chapter out! But, hopefully, it works. And it's a bit longer than most of the other chapters. So I hope that makes up for it. And I also hope it's not too all over the place.

S-Snape: Now I'll have to watch Scott Pilgrim (which I want to see anyway) ha ha And I'm glad you appreciate the change in Harry's decor :)

ChibiMiMi-chan: lol, sorry bout that. But maybe your dad would enjoy the story ;) Yeah, I hate the slow parts too, but they can't be shagging ALL the time-or can they? And thanks for reading the MR stories, too!

sarky soomka: I will read your new story, just haven't had time yet. And anxiously awaiting the next Down the Tube chapter, though!

B2J: Your criticism was unclear and somewhat condescending. I'm not sure why you think I'm not feeling what I'm doing. I never claimed my stories to be completely original, but I hadn't read any porn star stories on fanfiction. I will say that I am purposely going to wait to read your story until mine is finished, in order to avoid being accused of plagiarism. If I read it at all.

I apologize to the rest of you for the rant! (and I even cut out about five lines) I can appreciate criticism, so don't feel like you can't tell me when something's not right with my stories. I'm sure there is loads! But I took that one a little personally.

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Monday morning was overcast. It didn't put a damper on Harry's mood when he woke up, though. When he opened his eyes and saw the back of a disheveled head of blonde hair just a couple of feet away, he grinned. He wanted to reach out and touch the baby fine hair, but he didn't want to wake Draco. The longer they lingered in bed, the longer they could put off dealing with the issues they'd been able to avoid over the weekend. Harry would be happy to spend the next few days in bed with Draco.

"Are you going to spend all morning staring at the back of my head?" Draco chuckled.

"Mmmm. Sounds good to me. Why? Were you thinking we should actually get out of bed today?"

"I wouldn't mind a bit of breakfast. And tea, of course." Draco turned around to face Harry. He couldn't help a small giggle at Harry's hair. He'd never seen him first thing in the morning before. Harry always looked like he had a bit of bed head. Now Draco was realizing that what he thought was bed head, was actually after Harry tried to tame it.

"Very sexy look," Draco commented sarcastically. "I wonder what your hair would look like if you'd really been shagged all night long."

"I hope to find out one of these mornings," Harry replied.

"I could help with that, if you'd like," Draco offered, grinning.

Harry opened his mouth, ready to give a little jab back about enlisting someone else's help, just to continue the banter. He thought better of it. As cool as Draco's exterior normally appeared, Harry knew there was a tender heart underneath. He didn't want to risk Draco taking anything the wrong way. Not this early in the relationship.

"I'm counting on it," Harry said instead. "Did you sleep all right?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Like a pymy puff, thanks." Draco sat up. "I'd need to shower, but I don't have any clothes here."

"What's your hurry?"

Draco hesitated. "I'm scheduled to work today."

The silence was deafening.

"Oh," Harry said quietly. "I suppose we can't put off talking about it any more, then."

Draco nodded. "Remove the charms, so I can go home and shower. We'll talk when I return."

Harry reset the spells on his flat to allow Draco to apparate in and out, as Draco had done for him.

While in the shower, Harry tried to think of how their conversation might go. He imagined that Draco would attempt to talk Harry out of doing the film with Jake. It wouldn't take much to convince him. Harry couldn't imagine himself having sex with another man, not after the past three days with Draco. And Draco was jealous over a simple dinner. He would never stand for Harry fucking someone else.

Then Harry wondered what Draco was supposed to do that day. Was he supposed to fuck somebody? Or would it be just a hand job? Harry didn't like either idea.

Harry was dressed and putting bread in the toaster when Draco apparated back in. The teapot was already steeping on the table, with two cups, milk and sugar set out.

Neither of them said anything until the toast was done and they sat down together.

"I can't call out on this short notice," Draco finally said.

"I didn't ask you to."

"It's . . . just some oral. I don't even know with whom."

Harry poured out the tea without responding.

"Are you all right with that?" Draco asked.

"Are you going to be all right with me fucking Jake? Or letting him fuck me?"

Harry noticed Draco's fists clench slightly. Draco took in a deep breath. "Will I be happy about it? No, of course not."

"I think we should quit," Harry blurted out.

Draco's eyes widened. "What?"

"Isn't that what you were thinking?" Harry asked.

"No. I was going to say that we need to look at it as a job, that's all. It doesn't mean anything at work."

"Then why'd you get so jealous of Kyle?"

"That wasn't work. That was us." Draco sighed. "Harry, I have no intention of quitting. I need the job."

"But . . . I can't stand the thought of someone else touching you, kissing you, getting off on you," Harry complained. "We'll find new jobs."

"I won't find anything else that pays as well and allows me the freedom to go to classes and practice baking," Draco explained.

"So, you're just going to let me shag Jake? No big deal?" Harry was in disbelief. "Isn't that why you and that fellow . . . uh, what's his name . . . "


"Yeah, isn't that why you and Trevor broke up? Because it's too difficult to have a relationship and do porn at the same time?"

"Not exactly," Draco set him straight. "We broke up because of something that happened in private. And I suppose I wasn't as attracted to him as I originally thought."

"What happened, then?"

Draco blushed lightly. "I sort of . . . called out someone else's name at an inopportune moment."

"Oh." The thought of Draco calling out another man's name in the throes of passion was none too appealing to Harry.

"That won't be an issue," Draco was quick to assure him.

"How do you know?" Harry questioned.

Pink bloomed on Draco's cheeks once again. "It was your name."

Harry couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. "Really?"

Draco simply grumbled to himself. "Now, I'll never hear the end of it." He began laughing. "He was really pissed off. Not that I blame him. I think it irked him more that it wasn't even someone I had slept with before."

"You told him about me?"

"Only that you were . . . a long time crush. It was over right then and there." He watched Harry's expression go from mildly amused to pensive. "You see, none of it, the other men, that is, matter to me. It didn't matter who I was with, I was always thinking about you. And it's no different now."

"It's completely different! It's cheating now." Harry's voice seemed to rise an octave or two.

"No, cheating would be if we went behind one another's backs. This is a job. Like any other job."

Harry eyed Draco up skeptically. "Well, if you were filing paperwork or working potions with another man, I'd agree."

Draco smirked. "Now who's jealous? Look, it's an acting job. You saw how different it was in front of a camera then it was with me." He paused, "Didn't you?"

"Of course," Harry concurred. "But . . . "

"We can keep it separate. Actually, Trevor and I lasted a month before I, um, before the incident. And really, neither one of us had a problem with it. Although, once we started seeing each other, we didn't work together any more. Too personal."

Harry nodded. "I can see why. Did you tell Robert?"

"Had to. He liked us together. And he would have kept putting us together." Draco sighed. "He's not going to be happy about you and me."

"Yeah, he's mentioned you to me a few times. He said he'd like to get us together," Harry laughed. "I guess I shouldn't have told him I prefer blondes."

"You did? Do you?"

Laughing uncomfortably, Harry admitted, "I only said that hoping to be paired with you. I thought it was the only way I was ever going to get to shag you."

Draco stood, walked around the table and leaned down to kiss Harry. "I really have to go, love. I'm sorry. I'll be back around three, unless Robert has something else for me."

Pouting, Harry quietly said, "You're really going to do it?"

"They're only getting my body. My heart is yours."

Harry was left sitting alone at his small kitchen table.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

That afternoon, Draco arrived in Harry's flat to find it empty. He quickly disapparated to his own flat. Harry wasn't there either. Not knowing where he could possibly be, Draco decided to wait at Harry's place for him. He sat on the love seat and turned on the telly. Still not finding anything remotely interesting, Draco turned it back off. He drummed his fingers on the armrest.

Thoughts of Harry in all sorts of scenarios filled Draco's head. He imagined that Harry had left to go back to his friends, or maybe to a bar to fall into old habits, or perhaps Kyle. Physically shaking the thoughts out of his head, Draco began to pace. It was then that he saw the hastily scribbled note.


Went to get more wine, the muggle way.


Breathing a sigh of relief, Draco sat back down on the love seat. He looked around, thinking he might tidy up for Harry, but everything was perfectly in order. He considered taking another shower. He'd taken one at the studio, an extra long and lathery one, just to be sure he was completely free of any undesirable scents. Draco gave himself a sniff, just as Harry opened his door.

Stifling a smirk, Harry asked, "Do I want to know what you're doing?"

Draco swiftly put his arms down. "I was . . . never mind."

Harry put the wine bottles on the counter and walked to Draco as he stood from the couch. He leaned close and sniffed Draco's hair, then his neck, then into his open collar.

"Mmmm. Intoxicating," Harry murmured.

"You're not angry any more?" Draco asked looking into Harry's eyes. Even behind his glasses, they shined brightly.

"I still don't like it, but . . . I'll go along with it."

Draco gave a small smile.

"But," Harry continued. "As soon as you get your certificate, we're out."

"Absolutely," Draco agreed.

"Good. Then I won't have to worry about any of those blokes getting ideas about snagging you for themselves."

That comment made Draco laugh. "You don't have to worry about that Potter. They don't like me there. It's no different than it was in school. I'm a moody, sarcastic git. The men only respect me because I can be intimidating. Not like you. You've already made friends and I'm fairly certain you're the object of more than one crush."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get even a single word out, Draco went on.

"Don't you dare feel badly for me. It's how I like it. I don't want to be personally involved. It's what's going to keep me sane for the next several months."

Harry bit his lip. He knew Draco was being truthful, brutally honest even, about himself. He had no illusions when it came to his interactions with other people. It made Harry feel all the more special that Draco allowed him in.

"I'll try to distance myself a bit," Harry said. "Now that I know I won't be staying, it will be easier."

"Then you've decided to come back with me?" Draco asked hopefully.

"After last night? How could I not?" Harry replied. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck.

Slipping his hands around Harry's waist, Draco leaned in and kissed him. Their mouths moved together, perfectly in sync, with growing passion.

Suddenly, Harry remembered that he had something else to tell Draco.

Draco pouted at the end of the kiss. "It's not nice to get a fellow all worked up like that, just to walk away."

"Would you like some wine?" Harry asked as he went to the counter to retrieve it. "I thought we'd have leftover stew for supper. There's plenty."

"Harry?" Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Or would you rather beer?" Harry attempted a smile. "Oh, I wish I had a butter beer. Or firewhiskey. I haven't had either of those in a long time." He reached into his cabinets to find the proper glasses.

"Harry," Draco repeated, more sternly this time. "You're evading."

Harry sighed and looked at Draco. "I got a message today." He paused. "Ron and Hermione owled me." Another pause. "They want to come visit. On Friday."

"This Friday?" Draco's eyes widened. He thought they'd have more time before breaking their news to Harry's friends. Draco hadn't even told Blaise he was seeing anybody, much less Harry Potter. "Did you owl them back?"

"I did. I wrote them that we'd all meet for lunch. You're not scheduled, are you?"

"No, but . . . Harry are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Ron and Hermione are getting married soon. It's a simple wedding at his parents' home, but they want me to bring you."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "No, they want you to bring some nice young man."

"Anyway, I want them to get used to the idea before the wedding," Harry explained. "There will be a lot of old schoolmates as well. If we have Ron and Hermione's support, it'll be much easier."

"Maybe you should just go by yourself and tell them your boyfriend is sick," Draco suggested.

Harry shot him a look.

"I'm actually serious," Draco said. "It's your best friends' wedding. Do you really want to overshadow it. I mean, Harry Potter coming out is going to be news as it is. But Harry Potter shagging Draco Malfoy is bound to be the biggest story since the war."

"I hadn't thought of that," Harry admitted. "I only considered how it would impact us. I guess we'll ask them what they want us to do."

"So, you're not going with the 'my boyfriend is sick' story?"

"Look at it this way. If lunch doesn't go over well, we won't have to worry about the wedding," Harry grinned.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Wednesday morning came swiftly. Too swiftly. It seemed to Harry that the world completely skipped over Tuesday and went straight to Wednesday, just to spite him.

"Grr," Harry groaned as he pulled the covers over his head. Draco yanked them down from the bottom of the bed. "Prick!" Harry yelled.

"You can't put it off any longer," Draco said. "It's already half nine and you've got to shower."

"I really wish you weren't so calm about this," Harry told him.

"You want me to fly into a jealous rage?" Draco smiled.

Harry half shrugged. "Maybe a little."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Draco put a hand on Harry's exposed leg. "I know you think because I'm not showing it, that you shagging Jake doesn't bother me. It bothers me a great deal. But if I allow myself to go there, to express that jealousy, I'm afraid I'll lose control."

Harry nodded. "You're right. It's only a few months. I have to keep telling myself." He bit his lip. "Draco? All you have to do is say the word and I'll back out."

Draco smiled. "I know. But if you do, Robert won't call on you for another feature. You may as well quit."

Harry didn't really want to quit. But only because of the money. He'd been trying to figure out what to do with his life. The best he could come up with for the time being was that he wanted to help Draco with his dream. Harry planned on saving as much money as he could in order to invest in Draco's bakery. Maybe there would be some way for him to help, as well. If he used his fame, which he was loath to do, he was sure he could find other investors. That would be a last resort, in case Gringott's turned Draco down.

One step at a time, he told himself. Before he could plan a future with Draco, he had to make it through this day.

The butterflies were churning in Harry's belly as he walked up the stairs and pushed through the studio doors.

"Good morning Harry," Carol smiled brightly. "Are you excited about today?"

Really bad porn humor, Harry thought to himself. He forced a little half smile for her sake.

"You're in room five today," Carol told him. "That's the really nice one."

The butterflies had turned to lead in his stomach as he made his way to room five. Or maybe it was curdled milk. Which was strange, because he hadn't even had milk in his tea that morning. He'd barely bitten at his toast at breakfast. Yet he still felt nauseous.

"Hey Harry!" a cheery voice called from behind.

It was Jake. As he clapped Harry on the back, Harry winced. Not that it hurt, it was simply the physical contact. The reminder that soon Jake's hands would be all over his naked body.

"Hey Jake," Harry hesitantly returned.

"You okay? You look a little pale." Jake's concern was genuine. He'd been looking forward to filming with Harry, but Harry didn't look like he was feeling well.

"I'm all right," harry answered. "Just a bit nervous, I guess. I . . . didn't sleep well last night."

When they walked into room five, Harry was surprised by how many other people were there. Robert was directing people on what to do. Three camera men, one of whom was Terence, and one fellow adjusting the lighting milled around. Three other performers who came simply to watch were also present.

"What's going on?" Harry asked. Including him and Jake, nine people were crammed into the space. It may have been the largest room, but it suddenly seemed like a broom closet. Another 'actor' followed Jake and Harry inside.

"Did you forget, Harry?" Robert laughed. "It's your big day."

"But what are all these people doing here?"

"To watch," Robert shrugged. "You're getting popular, even among the guys here."

Harry looked around the room and swallowed. "Do they have to stay?"

"You nervous?" Robert asked. He addressed the whole room, "Okay, if you're not filming or working a camera-out. You can watch on the monitors in the hall."

After grumbles and winks and smiles at Harry, the room emptied for the most part. Robert, the camera men, Jake and Harry were left.

"Sorry," Harry muttered.

"It was getting too warm in here anyway," Robert said. "Go ahead and take a look at the outline there. I've written some lines down, but feel free to improvise."

Harry picked up the paper and read it. It was a very cursory outline indeed. The scenario Robert had cooked up for them involved a pizza delivery boy and a half dressed customer. It seemed that the customer was going to get a bit more customer service and the delivery boy, a very large tip. Cliche, but then again, viewers were not interested in the plot so much as the action.

"So, the pizza boy bottoms?" Harry asked.

Robert nodded. "But I'd like you to top, Harry. I just don't see Jake dominating you. Go ahead and get undressed, down to your tighty whities."

"My what?"

Robert rolled his eyes. "Underwear, boxers, whatever you call 'em. Terence, I want you on a hand held. Get close during the action. Clive, I think I'd like you taking stills. I'll run the large camera. Two hand helds are enough.

After stripping down to just his pants, Harry suddenly had another attack of nerves. Jake, as the delivery boy, remained fully dressed. Robert told them where he wanted them to start off and which pieces of furniture to use and so forth.

Feeling ill again, Harry excused himself.

"Gotta go to the loo," he said quickly and took off down the hall for the locker room. He flew threw the door and retched into the nearest sink. Luckily, not much came up for lack of breakfast. Harry dry heaved a few more times as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Harry stood, leaning on the edge of the sink, looking at his reflection. He looked awful-pale and pasty. Calming himself down, he rinsed his mouth out several times.

When the hell did you grow a conscience over shagging some nice looking bloke? he asked himself.

Since you fell in love, you twit, he answered.

Oh, yeah. That.

But Draco was being more than understanding. Harry wondered if that was bothering him more than the prospect of cheating on his boyfriend. Draco had already explained himself and logically, Harry knew he was creating problems where there were none.

Harry turned to leave when Draco walked into the locker room.

"Merlin, you look paler than me," Draco joked.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to come in today."

Draco shrugged. "Moral support?"

"I don't want you here. I don't want you to see . . . I can't do it." Harry shook his head.

Taking a chance, Draco pulled Harry into a hug. "Yes you can. It's only a job." He turned his head to whisper in Harry's ear. "Pretend it's me. If it helps you get through it. It'll only be a few more months."

Harry pulled back. "Don't watch, please."

Smiling, Draco replied, "I wasn't planning to. My imagination is bad enough."

The door squeaked open, causing Draco and Harry to quickly part.

"Harry? Are you sure you're all right?" Jake asked. "Robert's getting impatient."

"Yeah, I'm coming." Harry gave Draco a worried glance and left him in the locker room with Jake.

"What did you do to him?" Jake demanded.

"I didn't do anything," Draco straightened his posture. "I heard retching, so I came in to see who it was."

It was clear to Draco that Jake didn't like him much. Not that Draco cared. But it was also clear that Jake did like Harry. Perhaps a bit too much. He supposed that Jake saw Draco as competition. Rightly so. Unfortunately for Jake, he was no competition for Draco whatsoever.

Jake sneered at Draco, then left the locker room without another word.

Draco knew he should just go home or to Harry's place, but he was going to have a difficult time walking past the monitors without looking. He so enjoyed watching Harry and Jake's wank video. But that was when Potter was only a fantasy. While Draco made a quick exit, brushing past several men standing at the monitors, Harry had pulled himself together enough to start filming.

As much as Jake was looking forward to this day, he kept asking Harry if he was all right.

"I'm not sick," Harry assured him. "It was something I ate. I'm fine."

Jake still looked doubtful. "I just don't want to spend tomorrow barfing my guts up."

"You won't. I'm telling you, I feel much better now." Harry took a gulp of some sports drink they had on hand. "See? Fine." At that point Harry wanted to get it over with. He popped a mint or two in his mouth as a courtesy.

Jake and Harry took their places. Harry was inside the flat-like room, Jake on the other side of the false front door holding a pizza box.

Robert yelled action and Harry proceeded to thumb through a mens magazine while he supposedly waited for pizza delivery. Unfortunately, the pictures weren't helping Harry any. The pretend doorbell rang and Harry got up to answer the door dressed only in his boxers.

The two young men said their lines-their very corny lines-and played out the scene. Harry was surprised to find Jake a competent actor. He thought himself stiff and self conscious, but the action was what really counted so he concentrated on that.

"Come here and I'll give you my big tip." Harry wasn't sure how he kept from giggling as he began to unbutton Jake's shirt.

Jake seemed to have gotten over his fear of getting sick because he kissed Harry's mouth using his tongue to explore every part. Harry broke the kiss, not wanting the intimacy. By the time Harry had him undressed, Jake was ready to go. But as bottom, it wasn't him that had to be hard. Improvising, Harry pushed Jake to his knees and thrust his hips in Jake's face. Harry hoped the oral stimulation would do the trick. He could close his eyes and imagine it was Draco going down on him.

It wasn't the best head he'd ever received, but it got Harry where he needed to be. He swiftly pulled Jake up and turned him around, bending him over a chair-the first piece of furniture Robert wanted them to use. He almost accioed the condom before he caught himself, and picked it up from the nearby table. Harry unrolled it over his thankfully hard cock, then covered himself and Jake's opening in lube.

Taking in a large breath, Harry eased his cock into Jake's willing arse.

"Oh, yeah!" Jake's yell almost startled Harry. Then he remembered that Robert wanted a lot of noise. "Oh, fuck me good," Jake moaned.

"I'll fuck you good, all right," Harry said as he slammed home over and over. It was easier not having to look at Jake's face, but he knew he was going to have to face him soon.

Making a ridiculous amount of moans and groans, the boys rocked against one another for a while before Harry noticed Robert signaling for him to move to the small couch.

Harry sat down on the couch and Jake followed. When Jake began to straddle him, Harry turned him around so they both faced the camera. Jake put his feet up on the couch, on either side of Harry and squatted over him. Harry kept his hands on Jake's hips to steady him.

Slowly, Jake impaled himself on Harry's cock and began to slide smoothly up and down. They made their requisite wails and murmurs and occasional 'fuck, yeahs'.

With his legs growing tired Jake grunted out, "Fuck me."

He stilled, and allowed Harry to rock his own hips upward to meet Jake's arse cheeks. Jake grabbed a hold of his own cock and massaged it roughly. It occurred to Harry that shagging on film with Jake was very different than he thought it would be. It was most unromantic to have a camera pointed in his face or his crotch at almost all times. He finally understood what Draco had been talking about. However, regardless of his feelings, or lack there of, for the man he was currently fucking, he was going to cum eventually. And there's a certain amount of loss of control that goes along with it.

Harry was beginning to feel himself nearing that time, but there was still one more piece of furniture to utilize. He lifted Jake up and off him and slapped his bum playfully. Backing Jake up to the bed, Harry pushed him down onto the bed.

They muttered a few more of the cringe-worthy lines and Harry re-entered Jake. As Jake looked up at him, Harry felt a twinge of guilt. More than a twinge, really. As much as the shag session was scripted and lacking emotion, Harry still felt ashamed for having sex with another man. The look on Jake's face didn't ease that shame. It was obvious that Jake was not as detached as Harry.

Harry grabbed Jake's neglected cock and pumped it quickly to catch him up. He wanted to bring Jake to his climax before himself. Robert hadn't specified, but Harry personally thought it was good manners to bring the bottom first, if possible. Harry had been too lost in emotion when he made love to Draco, and came first. But he hoped to have another go soon, and he would make sure Draco came first.

Jake lifted his head, clearly wanting Harry to kiss him. Reluctantly, Harry obliged him. Kissing made it more personal and he'd been trying to avoid it.

When Jake begged Harry to go faster because he was about to cum, Harry was relieved. He felt like they'd been at it for hours. Harry leaned back to accommodate Terence's camera just in time to get a close up of Jake's eruption. His hand sticky with cum, Harry rubbed it hand on Jake's chest, simultaneously spreading the mess and wiping some of it away.

Now that Jake had finally cum, Harry thrust with speed and fervor to reach his own climax. Pulling out and climbing over Jake to straddle him, Harry quickly discarded the condom and stroked until he spent himself on Jake's glistening torso with a cry and a whimper. He squeezed his cock until every drop spilled out and he relaxed.

Harry opened his eyes to find Jake looking up at him-a bit cheesed, actually.

"My name . . . is Jake," he said.

Harry's heart seemed to skip a beat.

"What the fuck is a draco?" Jake demanded.

Suddenly Harry's heart sped up and he began to panic.

"Cut!" Robert yelled. "What the fuck, Jake? You couldn't have just gone with it?"

Terence put his camera down on the table. "I can edit and use a voice over. It's definitely workable," he said, glaring at Jake. "You're lucky you're so fucking good looking, or you'd be out on your arse." Terence shook his head. "It's always something with him," he muttered to himself.

"Harry," Robert directed his attention away from Jake. "Get cleaned up and meet me in my office."

"Yes sir." Harry felt like a scolded school boy.

Robert left the room along with the two other camera men.

"Don't worry, Harry," Terence told him. "the shoot was good-until Jake spoke, but I can fix it easily enough."

"He messed it up first," Jake complained.

"I'm sorry, Jake," Harry began. He wasn't really sure why he should be sorry. It wasn't real. It wasn't like what Draco did to Trevor. "I didn't mean to mess it up."

"Who's Draco?" Jake wanted to know. "Is he that tall, skinny blonde that calls himself the Dragon? Is there something going on between you two?"

Ignoring Jake's questions, Harry merely said, "I have to go to Robert's office. Excuse me." He quickly pulled on his pants.

Jake caught up to Harry at the door and tugged at his arm. "Wait," he said, his tone softening. "Harry, I thought maybe we had chemistry."

Harry turned to him, "You thought wrong. I'm sorry." He left and headed for the locker room. One more thing for Harry to feel guilty about. He felt like he had led Jake on. They did have great chemistry. At least they did before Harry slept with Draco. And possibly, if he wasn't with Draco, he may have found himself having a bit of fun with Jake on the side. But it was a moot point.

"You should know better," Terence said to Jake.

"Yeah, I know," Jake agreed. "But he's just so damned cute. I sure hope he's not mixed up with that creepy guy."

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Apparating back to his flat, Harry found Draco sitting on the love seat. He had earbuds in his ear and was listening to a shiny, black ipod. Harry had seen them before, but didn't own one. He was actually surprised that Draco had one. It seemed that Draco had embraced the muggle lifestyle even better than Harry.

Upon seeing Harry, Draco pulled the headphones out and stood. The expression on Harry's face nearly broke Draco's heart. He looked sad and sorry-too much like a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs.

They gazed at each other, silently, for a minute or two before Draco crossed the room and pulled Harry into a hug.

"It's okay," Draco whispered, stroking Harry's hair.

"I'm sorry," Harry sobbed back.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I talked you into this," Draco assured him. "I shouldn't have done that. You haven't been doing this long enough to shut yourself off from it like I can."

Harry stepped back. "It's not your fault. It was my choice." He bit his lip and frowned. "Robert knows about us, though."

"What? How?"

With downcast eyes, Harry explained. "Well, in my attempt to imagine myself elsewhere, I . . . apparently said your name."

Draco lightly smacked his own forehead, "Ugh. Did Robert give you a hard time?"

"Not too bad," Harry said. "I'm not sure anyone else really would have caught it if Jake hadn't complained."

Draco gave a questioning look.

"Jake and Draco sound enough alike, I suppose, but Jake had to go and ask who you were. While film was still rolling. Terence said he could fix it. But, Robert called me to his office."

"What's he going to do about it?"

"Nothing for now." Harry hesitated. "But he said he's gotten requests for us, you know, together. He even insinuated that there would be extra money in it."

"Really?" Draco appeared more interested than Harry would have liked. "What did you tell him?"

"No, of course."

Draco let the subject drop, but he had to admit, the prospect of making more money was appealing. He was going to need it for his business. And maybe a small part of him wanted to show off fucking Harry. He knew they were smoking hot together. Draco pushed it out of his mind for the time being, though. Harry seemed to be in a fragile state. It was all new for him-screwing for money, being in a relationship.

"Are you hungry?" Draco asked.

Harry half shrugged. "I guess. I skipped lunch and gave up what little breakfast I ate."

"I was planning to make chicken and cous cous. I bought asparagus, too."

Attempting a smile, Harry said, " Sounds great. Can I help?"

"No, no. You sit. I've got most of the prep work done already." Draco walked to the kitchen, waved his wand and muttered a few spells. The oven came to life and a knife began chopping off the ends of the asparagus.

"Would you like to listen to some music I bought? It's jazz by that bloke I read about." Draco picked up the ipod and handed it to Harry. He showed Harry how to choose songs and told him to lie down on the love seat, then went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Draco watched Harry as he finished up in the kitchen and waited for their meal to be done. Harry was lying with his legs hanging over the armrest, feet tapping in the air. His eyes were closed and he appeared relaxed for the first time that day.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Draco rested his head in his hands. Working at the studio while trying to maintain a relationship with Harry was going to be more difficult than he thought. Hiding his jealousy from Harry proved a challenge. Although, he was fairly confident that he did it well. At the moment, he felt as if he could snap Jake in two-just for giving him and Harry away. He didn't even want to think about why else.

Out of the blue, Draco remembered that Ron and Hermione were coming to meet them on Friday. One more monkey wrench in the works. Perhaps he could win them over if he was extra charming. Somehow, he doubted they'd find anything about him charming. He groaned aloud.

A kiss on the top of his head brought him out of his brooding.

"Smells wonderful in here. Didn't you hear the timer?" Harry asked.

"What? Oh, the timer went off?" Draco stood and began to walk to the oven.

Harry stopped him, putting a hand on Draco's arm. "Are you all right?"

Trying for a smile, Draco answered, "We've got a lot going on. I was thinking about Friday. I'm not sure what to do."

"Wear that silk turquoise shirt. It makes your eyes pop," Harry grinned.

"And that's going to help me win over Granger and Weasley?"

"No," Harry admitted. "But I'll enjoy watching you try."

* I know the filming scene with Jake may have been a bit disappointing, but I purposely wanted it to be awkward and unsexy-just what Harry was feeling about it. And the opposite of Harry and Draco together.

Coming up next: Ron and Hermione come to visit

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