At the gym, part 5
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dracoharry100Title: At the gym, 5
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: go
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco goes out to dinner with his Slytherins.
Author's NotePart one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 4: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112766.html
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Despite having seemingly convinced his friends, Draco spent the next week working to convince himself. “Potter is uncouth, common, profoundly annoying,” he chanted internally, multiple times a day.
He returned to his previous pattern and arrived at the gym the minute it opened every weekday, while Potter continued (presumably) to go later. He continued to be a godsend to Rybolovlev, who continued to be a moron – in and out of Russia. He continued to eat most meals at his desk, continued to bristle at coworkers who didn’t deserve it, continued to resent nearly everything about his life.
Harry didn’t call.
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He occasionally wondered at Potter’s willingness to give up so easily, conveniently forgetting how hard it was for Potter just to send an owl. His employer actually did most of that warding, preferring employees to receive nothing personal at the office unless it was a true emergency. The Manor, too, had protection woven in, and Draco had carelessly upgraded it all the day Potter had dared ask him to dinner. Then he’d mostly forgotten.
So when Potter showed up in his office, dressed like a fashion model and smiling like the devil, Draco could hardly speak to insist he go.
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“I’m here for our lunch meeting,” Potter said. His smile was assured. Infuriating.
Draco raised one eyebrow. Then he called his assistant. “Why is Potter in my office?”
“He’s your noon, sir,” Chris responded immediately. “Did you want to go out, or have lunch ordered in?”
Draco raised his other eyebrow, then carefully smoothed out his face.
“Why are you actually here, Potter?” he leaned back in his chair and stared the other man down.
“For your help, Malfoy. I’ve a considerable set of assets. I understand you’re just the man to help me… plow them deep into the market.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/117756.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: go
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Draco goes out to dinner with his Slytherins.
Author's NotePart one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 4: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112766.html
Despite having seemingly convinced his friends, Draco spent the next week working to convince himself. “Potter is uncouth, common, profoundly annoying,” he chanted internally, multiple times a day.
He returned to his previous pattern and arrived at the gym the minute it opened every weekday, while Potter continued (presumably) to go later. He continued to be a godsend to Rybolovlev, who continued to be a moron – in and out of Russia. He continued to eat most meals at his desk, continued to bristle at coworkers who didn’t deserve it, continued to resent nearly everything about his life.
Harry didn’t call.
He occasionally wondered at Potter’s willingness to give up so easily, conveniently forgetting how hard it was for Potter just to send an owl. His employer actually did most of that warding, preferring employees to receive nothing personal at the office unless it was a true emergency. The Manor, too, had protection woven in, and Draco had carelessly upgraded it all the day Potter had dared ask him to dinner. Then he’d mostly forgotten.
So when Potter showed up in his office, dressed like a fashion model and smiling like the devil, Draco could hardly speak to insist he go.
“I’m here for our lunch meeting,” Potter said. His smile was assured. Infuriating.
Draco raised one eyebrow. Then he called his assistant. “Why is Potter in my office?”
“He’s your noon, sir,” Chris responded immediately. “Did you want to go out, or have lunch ordered in?”
Draco raised his other eyebrow, then carefully smoothed out his face.
“Why are you actually here, Potter?” he leaned back in his chair and stared the other man down.
“For your help, Malfoy. I’ve a considerable set of assets. I understand you’re just the man to help me… plow them deep into the market.”
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/117756.html#cutid1
