I dont own any one from Harry Potter or Supernatural

I do own the storyline

Warning: This story contains boy on boy loving, and cross-dressing a bit later on.

If you dont like either of those then your looking at the wrong story.

Pairing: Dean/Harry

A Fashionable Mistake

By: The Sly Raccoon

It had been 5 years.

5 years since the Final battle, 5 years since I'd stepped foot in England's Wizarding world. 5 years since I'd heard the name Harry Potter.

The war that had controlled my life had ultimately destroyed itself, killing the few people who hadn't betrayed me and demolishing the few places I felt safe.

After the Final battle I hid away in Grimmauld, absent from Wizarding society and giving that idiot Fudge the perfect opportunity to destroy me. He new that without friends to back me up and a fickle fan base, that he could take out a the figure head of the war, a constant reminder of were a teenage boy succeeded and the Minister of Magic, Fudge, lost. Not even a full week after I had destroyed Voldemort Fudge's outrageous lies had turned my world against me. But that finally gave me the push to escape. I quickly contacted Griphook before the aurora's could storm Grimwald Place. I packed up and lived underneath Gringotts for the next week, got my new fake identity and moved to America.

Now here I am today at 23 years old, Orion Black, in New York City and trying to get to my shop before Talon got there. Even his name sent shivers down my back.

"Rion! Hey!"

Shit. Too late, here he comes. And right when I made it to the outside of my shop door too.

Talon Reid: 25 years old, male model, with an ego the size of the Statue of Liberty, and coincidently the bane of my sexual existence. The ego was understandable, the height of 6"2 with shaggy dirty blond hair, sharp jaw line, a body chiseled like a Greek god, and the most piercing polar ice blue eyes. Yup, he was hot.

A hot mess, if you happened to ask me.

With the IQ of a squirrel, not knowing how to use his muscles other than to flex for the camera, and having a fuck buddy for every night of the week, its not really hard to see why I would try to avoid this prick. Especially when the idiot is continuously trying to get into my pants even though I've showed only disdain at his mere presence.

That and the fact that I already have a boyfriend. And he is the most amazing man I've ever met.

I can unfortunately remember the first time I met Talon Reid. It was 3 years ago at my first fashion show, I was the fashion designer prodigy fresh out of Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, and he was the new up and coming male model. My assistant said he was the 'Best of the Best', along with my publicist backing her up explaining that because Talon was a hot topic in all the magazines these days that it would get me and my fashion show a lot of good media attention if they found out that he was one of my models. There was no arguing with those two women, especially because they've been the best of friends since primary school and would gang up on me if I even tried going against one of their joint decisions. They could probably take over the world if one of them got the idea into their head.

Lets just say the day I met Talon was a decent day turned horrible.

Flashback

3 years ago

Inside Orion's shop

Dress rehearsal for the fashion show the next day.

"OK! All the blokes on the left, and birds to the right." I knew my pacing was driving Ambra nuts, but she was thankfully understanding of my nervous habits. Thank goodness I haven't taken out my new cell phone yet, with me being so nervous I'd more than likely drop it…Again.

"My assistant will be giving you your order number, so make sure to have it memorized, and know that if you are out of order or in the wrong outfit when the time comes for you to go down the runway I will be informed and you will be fired on the spot with no pay, you will also never work for me or any company's or designers I associate with. Do I make myself clear?" The quickly nodding heads, and mumblings of 'yes sir' didn't ease my mind but it did calm down my heart beat slightly.

At that moment, he walked in. 25 minutes late, looking like he'd just walked in from an all day spa retreat with a coffee in his right hand while his left casually rested in the back pocket of his low slung jeans looking around at everyone as if he had all the time in the world. And that pissed me off more than the time Ron ate the last chocolate frog on the train ride towards our seventh year at Hogwarts.

With the confidence of a large rooster, Talon locked in on my location and struttedhis way over to me. Not the suave strutting, like James Bond or Brad Pitt or even Draco Malfoy of all people. Nope, he strutted like he had a metal bat shoved up his ass, did he honestly think the way he walked was attractive? Victor Krum's bow legged duck walk was far more pleasing to watch than this torture.

"Hey there baby, haven't seen you 'round here before. This your first modeling job?" He finally reached my side, towering over my girlie 5"3 frame, and seeming for all the world that he was definitely enjoying it. While his somewhat deep voice held a ring of seduction, i was very turned off at the moment.

I knew my face was the epitome of disbelief at his words. 'This wanker wasn't even smart enough to find out what his employer looked like?' Add to the fact that he was late, and you got yourself one severely ticked off Orion Black.

"Actually yes, this is my first show, but not as a model." Might as well confuse the moron.

"Oh, so what are you then, backstage help? Pretty thing like you should be on stage, front a center." The way Talon leaned his body over me was freaking me out a bit, might as well drop the ball now.

Quickly giggling like a bubble headed schoolgirl, and fluttering my eyelashes I lured my prey into a false sense of confidence. Perfect, now to pull the rug out from under him.

"Goodness no, I'm the fashion designer who's show this is" Body going stiff as a pole, Talon realized just who he was trying to hit on. His new boss. "But I will be on the stage at the beginning and ending of the show."

"Ah, um I-" Watching him fumble over his words, and looking around the room as if he were lost made it so I couldn't help but finish my mission.

"But you wont be if you continue to disregard appointment times, and flirting with me while your supposed to be working for me." Leveling him with the most Snape-ish glare I could muster, I turned to leave. Looking over my shoulder and seeing him staring at my ass, I decided to be helpful and inform him of what he should be doing.

"I suggest you hurry to get your outfit on and into position along with everyone else, unless you would like to lose this job, hmm Mr. Reid?"

I don't think I've ever seen anyone get undressed and redressed so fast before.

Flashback end

The day after my show my career in the fashion business blossomed, unfortunately so did Talons obsession with me, the one person on Merlin's green earth that didn't want anything to do with him.

He tried to get me to go on dates with him everyday, and tried to get me into his bed practically every hour on the hour. Needless to say, it was a bit irritating.

And even after being told a year and some months ago that he now had a boyfriend, and they were in a long term relationship, he still refused to leave me alone. Now his aim was to tell me and in some instances show me how much 'better' he was than my boyfriend.

Might as well get whatever he wants today out of the way so I don't have him pestering me later on.

"Yes Talon." I practically hiss at him, giving him a glare that could shrivel grapes. "What do you want now?"

"Well, I was going to convince you to dump that 'boyfriend' of your's, but I just realized something." The slightly confused look was a usual thing on Talons admittedly handsome face. What wasn't usual was the contemplating stare he was giving me along with it, like he was trying to figure out why my hair was black or something stupid like that.

All I could do for now was humor the idiot. "So what did you just realize Talon?"

Seeming to come out of the trance he fell into while staring at me, he said something I never thought I'd ever hear coming out of his mouth.

A logical observation, followed by an equally logical question.

"That I've never seen or met your 'boyfriend' before. Is he even real, or are you just trying to make me jealous?"

I'm surprised I cant see a dent in his head where his brain imploded from all the stress he must have put on it by thinking so hard. Well, that was what I was thinking about before I remembered what he just said.

That's when I realized something, only my personal assistant and my publicist have ever been introduced to my boyfriend, because lets face it, Dean Winchester couldn't stay in one place for more than a week before being called away for his 'job'. And that left me with a promised weekend visit ever month, usually beginning with him letting himself into my apartment at some obscene hour of the night/morning and slipping into bed with me, then waking up, have mind blowing sex until night when we'd go out for dinner, or go to some party at some random club, and then when the weekend was over he'd slip out during Sunday night while I slept.

I didn't mind our slightly inconvenient relationship, heck we went on vacation together to some new place across the globe every holiday, except for Christmas, we spent that at Bobby Singers house with Dean's younger brother Sam, father John, and their host Bobby along with his dog.

"What the hell makes you think I'd lie about having a boyfriend?! What, just because I don't fall for your cheesy pickup lines, or swoon whenever you spare me a glance doesn't mean I'm so desperate I'd make up the fact that I have a boyfriend!" I couldn't believe the nerve of this prick! Accusing me of lying just because I'm not interested in him!

"How 'bout this, you take me to see you very realboyfriend so I can see just what's so great about him, and I'll never bother about going on a date with me again, ok?" The way he said it made me want to smash his pretty boy face into the nearest fire hydrant. "But, if I don't meet him, I'll have you assume that he Isn't real, and you have to go out with me. You wont have anymore excuses not to."

"That's all fine and dandy, except for the fact that Dean travels all over the place for his job, I only see him a couple times a month. So I guess you're out of luck." And just when I get the key turned in the lock I feel Talons large hands on my shoulders, spinning me to face his disgruntled expression. I couldn't help but feel a bit fearful, I've never seen Talon angry, especially at me.

"No Orion, you're out of luck." His eyes began to darken in his anger. "Next time your little boyfriend comes to visit you, you bring him to me, got that? Or I'll make sure to pay you a visit at your fashion exhibit at the end of next month and cause you some problems, That gives you a little more than a month and a half. Plenty of time for your oh so perfect Dean to show up. You got that?!" The last part was growled into my ear, and I couldn't say no.

Here I am pinned to the front entrance of my shop by my wrists and being threatened by who I thought was a harmless, confused and horny male model.

I guess I'll have to break our little tradition next time Dean visited him and bring him to meet the suddenly forceful and scary Talon Reid.

With a quick nod of my head I was released and given a warning look. I couldn't stop myself from collapsing to the floor once I reached my office in the back of the building.

'What just happened?' Was the only thing I could think to myself until Tyesha found me an hour later.

'Coon: Phew! Dang, that took a while to get it the way i wanted it. Im so happy people liked my first story/oneshot "Our Special Day" :) This is another Dean/Harry fic as you can see, I'll have the next chapter up by next monday.

Tyesha (Tie-ee-sha)

Yes, Orion(Harry) is a fashion designer. Not a super famous one, but up there.

And please review, I'd really appreciate some feedback, even if it is just me spelling a few words wrong, everything helps :)