dracoharry100 | At the gym, part 10

Title: At the gym, 10
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: mend
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 returns from the gym and has a bit of a think.
Author's Note
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html

Part 9: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/125077.html#cutid1

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Back from the gym, Draco found a yellow note centered on his blotter, fastened with that damn sticking spell Chris liked too much. Draco frowned. He had a lovely, hand-blown glass paperweight collection for a reason, and it wasn’t (just) to break them in fits of fury and then mend them.

Malfoy, the note read in Tempelli’s trademark rushed scrawl. I appreciate your willingness to sacrifice a large commission, but I can’t take the Potter account. Much too busy.
PS. You certainly may date him. If you break up and want to wreck his portfolio, I’ll have Quarner take over.

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Draco tapped Temppeli’s small, square note, then raised his wand to Banish it. But he hesitated, still standing behind his desk, wand upraised. Should he?

It was prudent to retain proof that the boss approved of something (even only slightly) risqué, he decided, and – refusing to consider it further – pulled up the note. He had a special drawer, hidden with magic and an excellent furniture design. It held a cherished family photo that needed mending, his first work contract with Kirk, Temppeli and Chrám, and a few other sundries he wanted to hide away. It could protect this, as well.

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Sitting down, Draco looked about for Potter’s chaotic, challenging file.

“Chris,” he called. His assistant popped in.

“Where’s Potter’s information? Did he leave it with you after Temppeli decided not to take the commission?”

“No sir,” Chris shook her head. “I believe he left with it. Said something about needing mending?”

“I’ll say,” Draco sighed his weariness. “I’ve never seen a portfolio so poorly organized or cared for. Fine,” he sighed. “Owl Potter. I obviously have to suffer his presence for another appointment.”

Grimacing, Draco wondered at his own inability to choose an emotion. Did he want Potter, or not?

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11: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/130562.html#cutid1