Interview With a Rockstar
Part XXAuthor's Notes: I really like this story and I want to finish it. All errors and grammatical mistakes are mine. J.K. Rowling owns the characters. Please Read and Review!
The next few weeks Draco and Harry had been spending time planning their wedding. Draco couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He was getting married and not to just some originate bloke; he was marrying Harry freaking Potter, a rockstar. There were days when he didn't even think this part of his life was real; and he would wake up any moment and return back to work. No, this was his life now. Harry was his life. There were times that Draco never thought he would find someone to love and accept him for who he was, let alone want to marry him. He had been through a lot with Harry, but looking back on it now, he wouldn't change it for the world. Being with Harry made his life complete, just like he found the missing piece to his puzzle. Everyday he woke up with a smile on his face next to the man he truly loved, and he couldn't ask for anything more.
"Morning love", Harry said as he walked in the door with two large coffees.
"Hey Harry", Draco greeted him with a warm embrace and a small peck on the cheek.
"I picked up the morning paper, and I think you should see this", Harry exclaimed, tossing the paper to Draco.
A limp formed in his throat as he slowly unfolded the paper, not really sure of what to expect.
Scattered across the front page in bold letters:
RECORD PRODUCER RONALD WEASLEY JAILED FOR ASSAULT
"Harry! This is great news!" He stated
"I know, go on and read more."
Famous record producer, Ronald Weasley was arrested late Thursday night after one of his clients reported that he tried to sexually assault him, stating that he resembled his ex-lover, Harry Potter. The client, told investigators that he agreed to drinks with Ron, but things got really weird when he started calling him 'Harry'.
"That is totally fucked up!" Draco commented.
"He has some serious issues."
"Was he always like that, Harry?"
"No", sighed Harry. "When we first met he was a funny guy and liked to have fun. He made me laugh and he did give me the opportunity to make music. I will always be thankful for that."
"I will be too", laughed Draco. "If you were not an artist, I doubt we would have met."
"It's hard to say where I would be if I was not into music."
Draco nodded and continued to read the article.
"Harry, read the second paragraph. You're assistant, Granger, made a comment."
Investigator, Remus Lupin recently spoke with Hermione Granger, assistant for musical icon, Harry Potter.
"Ron was a great part of Harry's life, and a good friend of mine. Things got intense as Ron became possessive of Harry. He had severe jealousy issues and wanted to 'own' Harry. It was awful. He would play these mental games with him to try and control him. The relationship took a turn for the worst when things got physical and that's the point Harry decided to take a break from his music and focus on his health. I won't disclose that information, but Harry did seek medical advise. Once the relationship was over, Ron only got worse and stalked Harry. He tried to press charges, but we had very insufficient evidence to prove it. Now hearing that he's physically assaulted another client saddens me, and I know the victim is frightened by all this. Knowing that Ron has been caught gives us all a bit of relief. I am hoping that none of us will have to deal with him for a long time.'"
"Harry, I am so sorry for what you have gone through." Draco states placing the paper on the table.
Taking a seat next to Draco, Harry draped his arm around his shoulder.
"I know it still doesn't make sense to you and I understand. The night I left you three years ago was because I was scared. I was scared Ron would hurt you again or even worse…kill you. I wouldn't have been able to live if anything happened to you. I guess in my twisted fucked-up mind, I hurt you to save you. That was the worst mistake of my life. I should have stayed."
Draco could feel the burning sensation of tears forming in his eyes.
"There were days Harry I wanted to die. It hurt worse than the stabbing. I lost myself." Draco confessed.
"All that's in the past now, darling. We have found our way back to each other." Harry said softly, pulling Draco in for a kiss.
Draco opened his mouth and welcomed the kiss. His tongue slowly massaged Harry's. He could feel his cock growing erect in his pants. Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's neck and pulled him down on top as he fell back on the sofa. The kiss intensified as Harry pressed his own erection against Draco's crotch. Every time Harry touched Draco, it was like his body was burning with desire. The fire got hotter and hotter and spread through out his entire body. Draco pulled away from the kiss long enough to remove both of their shirts and toss them to the floor. Dragging his nails down Harry's muscular abdomen, Draco arched his back grinding his hard cock right against Harry's. Both boys elicited a heavy moan. Harry dipped his hands below Draco's pants and pushed his pants to his ankles. His eyes were a bright emerald green filled with passion and desire. Harry winked at Draco as he slid off the couch and on to his knees. Instantly Draco's hands found Harry's disheveled hair and started tugging. His lips were dry and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his blonde hair was hanging over his face. Draco panted heavily as he felt Harry's breath on the head of his cock. This man was driving him insane. The desire and the pleasure coursing through his body; his cock rock hard.
Glancing up at Draco, Harry took a mental photograph, as the image before him was so raw. Draco was beautiful like this, and it made Harry wild with love. He wanted nothing more than to please the man before him, and make him happy. Opening his mouth wide, Harry practically swallowed Draco's cock in one gesture.
"Oh fuck!" Gasped Draco.
Harry moaned against his cock as his lips slid up and down the base. Draco's hands tightened in Harry's dark hair, pulling just a bit tighter. Harry's lips were as soft as silk, moving up and down. His tongue swirled and licked generously. These movements were making Draco so hot and crazy. Arching his back, Draco could feel his hard cock slide down the back of Harry's throat. Just at the moment Harry's hand reached up and grasped Draco's balls firmly. Draco's breath got caught in his throats and he let out a choked moan. Harry's mouth always felt so soft going up and down his cock; he loves every second of it.
"Harry", groaned Draco.
Harry glanced up at his boyfriend who was seemed to be in a drunken state from the oral pleasure. Licking his lips, Harry forcefully grabbed Draco's slender thighs and tossed it over his shoulders. He could hear Draco's breath catch in his throat. Ever so lightly, Harry blew a puff of air right against Draco's puckered hole. He grabbed tightly at Harry's scalp, pushing his hips closer to Harry's face. Slowly Harry's tongue encircled the tight pink hole. Draco was making all these inaudible noises that were going straight to Harry's cock. He soon would be seeking out his own release deep instead de his boyfriend's ass. Determined to bury his own throbbing erection into Draco, Harry's tongue moved in more rapid motions. Draco's body squirmed and writhed against Harry's tongue. Release was going to be soon, Draco could feel it building inside of him. Harry seemed to realize the same thing as he stood up and dropped his pants. Draco's eyes went straight to Harry's full erection. His mouth watered in desperation. He wanted to taste Harry. He wanted him to cum all over his body, inside his ass. He didn't care. He wanted, no he needed Harry.
"Harry…" Draco breathed "please, love."
"Gods, I love seeing you beg for me. It makes me so fucking hot!" Harry hissed.
Parting Draco's legs, Harry positioned himself right against his tight opening. Draco clutched the leather fabric on the sofa tightly. Very slowly and very carefully Harry pushed the tip of his cock against the hole. His eyes fixated as Draco's body stretched around his cock. Harry leaned forward and placed his hands around Draco's wrists and nibbled on his bottom lip.
"Take it!" Harry growled deeply.
That's all it took with a quick thrust, Harry's cock pushed inside of Draco. He gasped sharply as pain and pleasure enveloped his whole body. He was quivering with desire; he wanted more. Draco's hips jutted forward, as Harry's cock slid deep inside of him.
"God…yes", panted Draco.
Their eyes locked on to one another as Harry started pumping rhythmically inside of Draco. The tightness of his body was causing Harry's own release to build.
"Stroke your dick for me", Harry ordered.
Without any hesitation, Draco started rubbing his own cock. Faster his hand moved up and down and matched pace with each thrust of Harry's hips. His heart beating rapidly and his orgasm got closer and closer. His movements became more erratic with each stroke. Harry increased the speed of his pumps, going harder and faster. Their bodies slamming together hastily as the ecstasy over tools each of them. Draco felt every muscle in his body spasm and the pressure in his balls grew exponentially. This was it. He couldn't take anymore. The white hot passion consumed him. Draco arched his back high of the couch as he fisted his own cock sporadically.
"Fuuuckkk Harry!" Draco cried out as his orgasm tore through his body.
His own cum erupting from his cock and spilling on to his hands and stomach as his body convulsed until the last bit pooled around the head.
"Shit", gasped Harry as he witnessed Draco's release. He couldn't handle much more.
All it took was a few quick hard thrusts for Harry's own orgasm to wreck his body. Arching deep into Draco. His cock was was pulsating as his own cum spilled inside Draco's tight hole.
"Dracooo", Harry cried as his cock still throbbed with desire.
Both men collapsed on to the couch, breathless and completely spent. Their bodies covered in sweat. Neither of them had much energy left to say anything. The
"Dear god, I fucking love you Draco!" Harry whispered as he curled around his boyfriend.
They remained like that for about an hour. No talking. No television. Just their own peaceful silence. It was times like these that Draco really cherished. Before Harry his life was a mess. Nothing made sense then, but now everything fit perfectly together. The fact that he would actually be getting married in a few months seemed so surreal. He never considered himself the marrying kind. Harry changed him, not drastically, but he opened up his heart to love. Draco wanted nothing more than to be the best husband he could be to Harry. The first thing Draco needed to rectify was his employment status. He couldn't stay unemployed for too much longer. Even living with a rockstar fiancé, Draco would get bored with no work. That wasn't his lifestyle of choice.
A smile crossed his face as an idea popped in his mind. He may have a possibility to get his job back at London Entertainment Weekly. He just had to persuade Harry first.
"I want to get a job." Draco stated, breaking the reverie.
"We'll, I will include the help of my amazing assistant Hermione. She will provide you with the most professional resume." Harry smiled.
"I actually have an idea. I really enjoyed working for the London Entertainment Weekly. The staff was pretty awesome and lots of opportunities." Draco explained.
Harry frowned. "I thought you were fired?"
"I was, but I may be able to get back on my former boss's good graces."
"You will not sleep with him!"
"Haha, don't be daft! I am not that low, seriously Harry?" Draco laughed, "but this will require your cooperation."
"How so?" Harry asked, sitting up and looking directly into Draco's eyes.
"I want to write the most in-depth and most intimate article on you; on us. I want to explain in detail the story of your fame along with the details of your tumultuous relationship with Ron. I want to write the truth, not for me, but for you and your fans!" Draco explained.
"I don't know Draco. I know your intentions are good, but that's a lot of personal stuff that I don't want publicized", responded Harry.
"I understand, but with the recent events of Ron's arrest, the media is sure to start questioning you about the past."
Harry sighed; he knew Draco was right. It would only be a short time before the media started contacting him. Some media were known to twist his words to make him look like a jerk. That's the last thing Harry wanted. He didn't want his truth manipulated for his fans.
"You're a great writer, Draco. I believe in you and I want to help you. I have a better idea." Harry exclaimed.
"Why don't you write my biography? This way it's not for some tabloid or magazine. It's the hard truth, out and opened for everyone?"
The idea caught Draco by surprise. He never thought about writing a book. Harry's suggestion was brilliant. He wouldn't have to go through and edit certain parts of an interview and there is no restriction on length. The book would give his fans a chance to get to know the musician on a more personal level and it would be told from Harry's point of view.
"Harry! I love it. I have never written a book before, but with your input and stories I believe it will be a success!" Draco exclaimed. "Mr. Zabini, my former boss, is an excellent editor and I am sure he would jump on the opportunity to be part of a biography about you."
"Do you think he would give your job back to you?"
"Honestly, with this idea he should be kissing my arse", he laughed. "I will stop by the office first thing tomorrow."
The ringing of the phone interrupted the conversation.
"Harry Potter, may I help you?"
"Hermione, what time?"
"You know how I hate news interviews. They are so boring. I don't have a lot of information about Ron." He said in exasperation
"I'll be there. I need you to come over to house tomorrow for dinner." Harry said. Smiling.
He hung up the phone and looked at Draco with a smile on his face.
"I invited Hermione over for dinner tomorrow night. I want you both to have a formal meeting." Harry said, "And I can inform her about the book idea."
"That sounds great, love." Draco smiled.
The rest of the day was very calm and relaxing. Both men spent the day watching movies and planning the wedding. Draco gave in and agreed to wear a white tux while Harry would be wearing a black one. They both agreed that a fall wedding would be the best. Everything was coming together smoothly. Draco has never felt more at peace and happiness then he did at this very moment. Never did he think that agreeing to interview his favorite rockstar would lead to hot sex, a psychotic stalker and eventually a proposal. The last few years have definitely been a roller coaster ride, but he wouldn't dare change it for the world.
"I love you", Draco mumbled as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Bright rays of sun light broke through the windows, Harry rubbed his eyes. Glancing at his alarm, he quickly shut it off before it woke Draco. He groaned. The interview today was more a press conference at the local news station. These were the worst in Harry's opinion; only asking brief questions just with enough informational make the news.
Harry quickly showered and found a decent crimson button up and black trousers. He ran some gel through his hair to make it appear somewhat tamed.
"Damn! I get to wake up and look at that the rest of my life?!" Draco commented. "I must have died and gone to heavens. You look so gorgeous."
"Yes sir, I believe so", smirked Harry.
"Gods", moaned Draco. He could feel his cock growing erect just by looking at Harry.
"What time do you have to leave?" Draco asked, licking his lips seductively.
"My taxi will be here in about ten minutes."
"That's a shame really." Draco moaned, sliding his hand down his lower stomach and beneath the sheets. "I had something in mind."
"Oh you naught creature. Just wait until this evening. I will have my way with you!" Harry hissed as he gave Draco a very passionate kiss.
That only made his morning erection grow to full mass. There was some tension that Draco would have to relieve before going to visit Zabini.
"I love you, Draco. I will see you later. Don't forget Hermione is coming over for dinner." Harry said.
He nodded as Harry walked out the door. Draco groaned in frustration; he was extremely horny. Falling back on to the bed, Draco slowly started massaging his balls and rubbing his cock. It felt so good as his moves his hand up to his nipples, pinching them. His fist firmly grasped his cock and started stroking it. His hips jutted forward as a soft moan escaped his lips. He continued jerking with such intensity that it didn't take long for him to explode all over his cock and hands. Taking a deep breath, Draco slowly climbed out of bed and into the shower.
"I have to get Zabini to go for the book. He has to; this will give him profit!"
He slipped into his most luxurious black suit he had. His confidence was exuding him today. Everything felt on point. Taking some of his hair gel he slicked his hair back for a more elegant look. He smirked at himself in the mirror.
Opening the doors to the building, Draco walked in as if he never even left. There was a new and younger receptionist.
"Hello, may I help you?" Her voice quivered as her cheeks blushed
Draco flashed her a brilliant smile, "Blaise Zabini. Is he available?"
"He is here. He's editor in chief. He's in office 317. Do I need to alert him, sir?"
"No. I have a private business with Mr. Zabini." He stated matter of factly, and headed toward the elevator without any more words.
Even after a few years, the office still looked pretty much the same with just a few minor adjustments. The first thing Draco noticed is that they got new computers and new floors.
"Oh my gods!" A shrill voice exclaimed. Draco turned around and noticed Pansy Parkinson standing in front of him.
"Pansy", he said nonchalantly. "I see you're still here."
"I see you're still a jackass!" She snorted
"Always. Now where's Mr. Zabini. I want to discuss business."
"He's in his office. He's been pouting because our ratings our dropping dramatically. He is evil, Draky."
"I doubt he's evil Pansy. I'm sure you just drove him insane with all your fashion articles!"
"They love my articles! I'm a success." She squealed.
"Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day it will be true." He chuckled as he walked towards Blaise's office.
He noticed the man sitting at his desk going through papers and clicking frantically on his mousse. The years sure hadn't been good to his former boss. Draco noticed he put on a few pounds and his black hair had more than a few greys showing. He looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. Draco just shook his head. Without knocking or announcing his presence, Draco walked directly into his office.
"Can I help…" Blaise asked, turning around.
His face looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Mr. Malfoy", he stammered; not really sure if he was real or a foment of his imagination.
"Let's skip the niceties, Blaise, call me Draco."
"Why?"
"Because that's my name", he deadpanned.
"I meant why are you here?" He asked, facing the blonde man.
"I have a business proposition for you."
"You are in no position to propose business, Draco. You no longer work here and haven't for years", grumbled Blaise.
"Oh, I think you'll want to hear me out." Draco snickered, "Because a little birdie told me this place is going to the sewers."
"You can't believe what you hear, Draco."
"Really, so it's not true that London Entertainment Weekly has declined in 15% over the past 3 years, while the Daily Prophet saw a 10% increase?" Draco answered. "I have the solution Blaise."
"You don't work here." He growled.
"Fine, I'll just take my idea elsewhere and ask for more profit. I am writing a biography with Harry Potter'a consent. He gave me permission to write his biography. I wanted you to be the final editor." Draco explained. "I want the best for Harry and for the book; so naturally I sought the best editor I knew. Did I mention Harry agreed to pay you an extra 25% on top of book sale profits?" His smirk widened.
Blaise turned facing Draco giving him his full undivided attention.
"This Draco is an exceptional offer." Blaise agreed. "I take it, if I agree you want your job back?"
"I have my own demands on that note."
"Draco," he sighed.
"I want my raise and a promotion to assistant editor and my own damned office. That's it, nothing to extravagant, Blaise."
"You get a 10% raise and your office", Zabini offered.
"Fifteen percent or I will walk this straight over to the Prophet."
"Damn you Draco!" Blaise snapped, hitting his fist on the desk. "You drive a hard bargain, but I will accept the offer!"
"Excellent, I thought you would see it my way." He smirked from ear-to-ear.
"Be here on Monday to discuss the details of the book. Those are my demands. You're late and you're fired. No exceptions."
"I accept." Draco nodded
"Very well, until Monday." Blaise greeted.
Draco turned and walked out the door with a big smile on his face. The meeting went just as he had expected. Blaise accepted the deal with out much fight. Now tonight at dinner Draco would get more material to use for the book while conversing with Hermione Granger. All he really wants is for the book to be the absolute truth of Harry's life, and nothing short of. Harry deserves the best and not some rubbish book thrown together by amateurs. Draco was determined to see it through until the end.
Draco's happiness and excitement continued with him for the rest of the afternoon. He had some spare time before he had to be back at the house for dinner. It was the perfect time to do a bit of shopping. There were so many cool little shops on this side of London, and it has been a while since Draco had purchased anything. This time; however, he wasn't buying for himself. It was for his boyfriend, Harry.
Right around the corner Draco noticed a small little jewelry shop: Lavendar's Luxuries. When he walked in, Draco noticed all sorts of trinkets and lockets as well as other jewelry items.
"Hello, I'm Lavender Brown and this is my store! Are you searching for a certain item for that special someone?" She asked cheerfully.
Draco didn't respond immediately but just casually paced the store, browsing for something that fit Harry's style. He didn't wear earrings or flashy stuff. Draco skims the store for a something rather small. There in the corner on a shelf he seen a gold locket emblazoned with a ruby dragon. It wasn't too big; and it fit Draco's style for Harry. Picking up the locket, Draco paid for the item and thanked Lavender.
Back at the house, Harry arrived and started dinner. He figured Draco would be home any minute and he still had two hours before Hermione would be arriving. Tonight's menu consisted of roast and vegetables in a signature sauce and for dinner a New York cheesecake. Harry was enjoying a glass of bourbon as he cooked. It was one of his secret talents; only Hermione knew that he could cook. Tonight he wanted it to be special for Draco and show him he could be a good husband and take care of him. He was so enthralled with his cooking that he didn't hear the door open.
"Harry, love", Draco called out. "Whatever it is, it smells absolutely delicious!"
Draco walked into the kitchen. The aroma of the food was just wafting through Harry's flat and Draco's appetite was growing in anticipation.
"Who is cooking this wonderful dinner?" He smiled.
"I do have a few tricks left up my sleeve", laughed Harry. "Speaking of tricks, how did it go with your boss?"
"Well, lets just say he finally seen things my way." Draco answered. "He agreed to assist with the book."
"That's excellent news, and your job?"
"Starting Monday I am the assistant editor for London Entertainment Weekly." Draco said cheerfully, taking a swig of Harry's bourbon.
"I am so happy, love! I can't wait to explain it to Hermione!"
Harry was setting the table when there was a soft knock on the door. Draco opened the door and on the other side stood a slender woman with extra curly hair and a big smile plastered in her face.
"Hello, good evening." She said quietly.
Immediately Draco ushered her inside.
"I'm Draco Malfoy!"
"Pleasure, I'm Hermione."
"'Mione!" Exclaimed Harry, rushing over to give her a warm embrace.
"Oh Harry! You look well!" She smiled. "And Draco it's so very nice to get to finally meet you."
"Same as well, Hermione."
"Dinner will be ready shortly." Harry said as he pulled out three seats.
"He's such a gentleman", Hermione said blushing.
Draco nodded curtly as he made himself a glass of bourbon and Hermione a glass of red wine. Harry placed the food on the table. Everything seemed too be going so well for the night. Hermione was actually very pleasant. Draco could tell that she was very intelligent and cared for Harry as a friend.
"Hermione, Draco and I have something we like to announce!" Harry beamed grabbing Draco's hand.
Hermione got a worried look in her eyes as she glanced between the two men. Her face was blank as she nodded.
"I, well we are…" stuttered Harry, "we..are..getting married!"
Her face automatically went into the surprised "o" formation and Draco was shaking in his seat. There were just a few brief seconds of silence.
"Harry James Potter!" She exclaimed. "Marriage is such a huge commitment. Are you sure you are ready for this?"
Draco frowned at her.
"Hermione, I have been through a lot of shut my entire life. I finally found something good and I want to hold on to him as long as possible." He responded. "Draco is one of the most caring people I know. He's had his troubles as well."
"Harry, I care about you and I just want to make sure you know what you are getting into", she breathed taking a sip on her wine.
"I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know I want Draco to be apart of it." Harry kissed his hand gently.
"I really care about him Hermione. I know you want him to be happy and so do I. That's why I am devoted to Harry's happiness the rest of my life. I want to see him smile and hear his laugh every day. Just that will make me happy." Draco explained.
"Whoa, who knew you had a sentimental side?" Harry laughed.
"I rarely show it, Harry." He deadpanned.
"I can tell you two love each other a great deal, and if you two want to get married then you have my blessing." Hermione cheered. "I will have to start planning the wedding with you. This will be so beautiful!"
They all three laughed and Hermione proposed a toast for Harry and Draco's future. Draco was the one to mention the book to her and she was thrilled and even offered her assistance with that project as well. Her consent to help with the book really made Draco feel relaxed about the whole thing. The night was late and Hermione bid the two farewell.
"Today was a great day!" Harry sighed as he put his empty cup in the sink.
"It's not over yet", smirked Draco as he handed him the small purple shopping bag.
"What's this?"
"For you" , Draco said kissing his cheek.
Harry opened the bag and gasped as he pulled out the small locket with the red dragon on it.
"Draco, is this mine?" He said, running his fingers over the dragon.
Draco happily nodded, as he watched Harry slip the necklace on. The gold really suited his skin.
"I love it!" He blurted. "Thank you!"
"I love you, Harry Potter!"
"As I love you Draco Malfoy."