Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine.

a/n: This is AU, OOC, Non-magical, and HarryxDraco. This is my first time writing a fanfic... so please review. Constructive criticism is welcome... but please be careful with the flames... Like I said, I'm a newbie at this...

edit: Changed a couple of things for clarification…

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"Isnt. He. Gorgeous!" Pansy grinned madly as she tightly held Harry's right arm.

Harry leaned leftward, desperately trying to pull away from her grasp. "Ah.. um, Pansy? My arm's kinda—"

"This has to be my greatest masterpiece!" She shouted, squeezing Harry's poor arm as she emphasized her glee.

"Oww!" Harry yelped, and the excruciating clench let go.

"Oh, my bad."

Harry glared at Pansy's lack of sympathy.

"But really, look at that! Four stories of absolutely delectable beauty oozing with waves of electrifying sex appeal. Oh, it just titillates me," Pansy sighed as she practically drooled at the gigantic poster ad of an underwear model. The model was lying down with his arms behind his head and his legs slightly propped up. It was a frontal shot, and everything was up close and personal.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you managed to get an ad spanning the second to sixth floor of the biggest mall on the busiest street in London. And I cannot believe that you pulled me out from work just to show me this!"

"Whatever, you weren't busy anyways. Oh, isn't it marvelous how his bulge takes up practically a whole floor," Pansy continued, staring at the model. Harry had to admit that the ad was impressive; however, it was still a bit nerve wracking to see such a gigantic picture of a half-naked person in the middle of downtown.

"By the way, why did you bring me? Why not Blaise or somebody else?" Harry questioned. He and Pansy were not exactly close. They were merely acquaintances.

"Well, Blaise has a photo shoot, and—"

"He's a model?" Harry interrupted.

"No, he's a photographer. But he could be a model…" Pansy pondered. "Anyways, he's busy. Crabbe and Goyle are working at Club 8. They're bouncers. Hermione's out, probably on a date with Ron. And my friend—"

"Okay, okay. I get it. Your friends are all busy so you asked me," Harry grumbled.

"Yup, you were the last resort," Pansy smiled.

He glared at her.

"But who wouldn't want to see this? It's soo…" Pansy began to ramble.

"Oh, bugger," Harry muttered as he tuned out the jabber.

Pansy worked as the public relations executive at a modeling agency, whereas Harry worked at a small coffee house. They knew one another through Hermione, an editor of several major magazines. Pansy and Hermione were friends via the business and entertainment world, while Harry knew Hermione, his best friend, since childhood days. Hermione once brought Pansy to the coffee house for some lattes and introduced them. For some reason, Pansy brought a couple of her friends from the agency, including Blaise, to the café. Though she was a somewhat frequent customer, Pansy wasn't that close to Harry.

"Pansy, let's go. People are starting to stare…" Harry tugged on her sleeve. Pansy's maniacal grin and never ending ramble was starting to scare him.

"Of course they're going to stare at this magnificent thing!" Pansy shouted, "Do you know how many strings I had to pull in order to get this extravagant ad onto this building? It was worth it though. Of all our models, I love flaunting him."

"That sounds so wrong…"

"That reminds me!" she exclaimed, "Hermione wants me to bring you to tonight's fashion show."

"Um, I don't know if I want—"

"No, you have to go," she demanded, grabbing Harry's arm again.

"Ah… my arm…" Harry winced.

"I can show you him too! Oh, you must see him. This is gonna be great!" Pansy said excitingly, not realizing she was digging her nails into skin.

With his arm throbbing with pain, Harry was too busy to hear anything. "Pansy!" he cried.

"Oh." She let go of his arm.

"I think I'm going to have a bruise…" Harry moaned as he rubbed his purpling arm.

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"Hermione, why did I have to come..?" Harry asked as he and Hermione walked into the building holding the show.

"It's a good experience. Besides, Pansy wanted you to come," Hermione replied.

"But, she said you wanted me to—"

"Harry! There you are!" Pansy smiled as she threaded through the crowd.

"Save me," he silently pleaded to Hermione.

"You'll be fine," she reassured, smirking inwardly.

"What are you wearing?" Pansy exclaimed, "This is a fashion show, not dinner at your grandmother's!" She undid some of the buttons on Harry's shirt. "That's a bit better, but your hair's a mess. Come, you need some gel. Hermione, we'll see you later!" Pansy departed, pushing Harry in front of her.

Hermione shook her head, laughing silently.

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Pansy pushed Harry into the chaotic backstage. Models were everywhere, hurryingly preparing for the show. Assistants busily dressed the models and applied makeup to their faces. Harry stood stunned at the madness.

"Harry, don't just stand there!" Pansy pulled his right arm, skillfully easing around as Harry tripped on legs and clothes.

"Sit," Pansy ordered as she pushed Harry onto a chair with a plop. Harry automatically grabbed his arm. This arm-grabbing business was getting scary. Grabbing a random bottle, Pansy squeezed some unknown substance and messily rummaged it through Harry's hair. "Much better," she smiled. Harry couldn't tell the difference. It seemed to be the same but with wet stuff in the mess.

"Since we're back here already, let me show you him!" Pansy beamed.

"Who? But everyone seems awfully busy…" Harry said cautiously. He didn't want to plow through the confusion again.

"Nonsense. He's definitely not busy." She grabbed Harry's dead arm and slipped around the maze of mayhem.

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"Here we are!" Pansy suddenly halted.

"Don't make me go through that again," Harry groaned. He had almost stumbled on a pile of stilettos.

"Mm, just look at that back. It's absolutely delicious," Pansy mused, paying no attention to him.

"You're obsessed." Harry rolled his eyes. It was just a back. What was so special about a back?

"Hey, Gorgeous, I want you to meet someone," Pansy called out, ignoring Harry's comment.

A model, wearing only black briefs, turned around.

"Hi, Pansy. How are you?" the man greeted.

"Oh, marvelous," she blushed, "You're cute as always. By the way, this is Harry. Harry, this is—"

"You're the guy with the third story bulge!" Harry exclaimed.

"Huh?"

"Ah," Harry reddened, "that came out wrong… Sorry..." he said sheepishly.

"It's alright," the model smirked and held out a hand, "I'm Draco, by the way."

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a/n: Um, review..?