At the gym, part 7
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dracoharry100Title: At the gym, 7
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: shape
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 has an unexpected appointment.
Author's NotePart one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 6: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/117756.html#cutid1
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To Draco’s surprise, Potter pulled something from his pocket which expanded into a large, messy accordion file full of papers. Draco bade Potter sit, then took a leisurely fifteen minutes skimming through everything. When he’d finished getting the lay of the land, he leaned back in his chair and frowned. “Your portfolio is in abysmal shape,” he decreed with authority. “Do you have anyone working on your investment plan?”
Potter smiled wryly. “I guess I just need you to take good care of me,” he said. His grin promised all manner of non-financial rewards. Draco looked away and breathed, slowly.
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“I say this only because you asked me to dinner the other morning,” Draco tried, focusing not on Potter, but looking instead at the rectangular shapes of his stylish new glasses, “and not because I sense anything improper. But you should know that we here at Kirk, Temppeli and Chrám do not permit financial advisors to pursue or accept romantic entanglements with clients.”
Potter crinkled his brow and leaned forward. “Odd,” he finally pronounced. “Would you not be permitted to do your own finances, then? Or those of your spouse?”
“Er,” Draco said, flustered; caught in his lie. “That’s different.”
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“Is it?” Potter said, easily. “I’ll have to ask Temppeli about that when we play Quidditch. Til then, how long would you need to whip my portfolio into shape?”
Draco perked at the use of his boss’ name. He wasn’t that easy to control. He’d been manipulating people before Potter knew how to spell it.
“But Potter,” he said, affecting a conciliatory shape to his words and demeanor. “If you’re friends with Temppeli, why are you in my office? You should have the best.”
“Chris!” he called. “Take Potter to Temppeli’s office. He’s no need of the likes of me!”
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Continued in Part 8: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/124242.html#cutid1
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Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: shape
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 has an unexpected appointment.
Author's NotePart one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 6: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/117756.html#cutid1
To Draco’s surprise, Potter pulled something from his pocket which expanded into a large, messy accordion file full of papers. Draco bade Potter sit, then took a leisurely fifteen minutes skimming through everything. When he’d finished getting the lay of the land, he leaned back in his chair and frowned. “Your portfolio is in abysmal shape,” he decreed with authority. “Do you have anyone working on your investment plan?”
Potter smiled wryly. “I guess I just need you to take good care of me,” he said. His grin promised all manner of non-financial rewards. Draco looked away and breathed, slowly.
“I say this only because you asked me to dinner the other morning,” Draco tried, focusing not on Potter, but looking instead at the rectangular shapes of his stylish new glasses, “and not because I sense anything improper. But you should know that we here at Kirk, Temppeli and Chrám do not permit financial advisors to pursue or accept romantic entanglements with clients.”
Potter crinkled his brow and leaned forward. “Odd,” he finally pronounced. “Would you not be permitted to do your own finances, then? Or those of your spouse?”
“Er,” Draco said, flustered; caught in his lie. “That’s different.”
“Is it?” Potter said, easily. “I’ll have to ask Temppeli about that when we play Quidditch. Til then, how long would you need to whip my portfolio into shape?”
Draco perked at the use of his boss’ name. He wasn’t that easy to control. He’d been manipulating people before Potter knew how to spell it.
“But Potter,” he said, affecting a conciliatory shape to his words and demeanor. “If you’re friends with Temppeli, why are you in my office? You should have the best.”
“Chris!” he called. “Take Potter to Temppeli’s office. He’s no need of the likes of me!”
Continued in Part 8: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/124242.html#cutid1
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