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A/N: This is a non-magical AU, don't like it don't read it! Also contains graphic sex! Otherwise please R&R!!!!

Interview with a Rock Star

"Draco Malfoy, it is up to you to get the inside scoop for next months issue." A deep voice bellowed, handing the blonde a piece of paper. "And since you are the head editor of the entertainment section, I am counting on you to get a one-on-one interview with none other than London's famous rock star, Harry James Potter! He will be in town this week, and I am counting on you to get that damned interview, Malfoy!" The voice growled.

Draco Malfoy just glanced up at his boss, Blaise Zabini with a smirk plastered on his face. This was sure to be one interview Malfoy would enjoy, maybe a little too much for his own good.

"You can wipe that damn smirk off your face. If I don't have this interview by next Friday, you can kiss your job good bye! Next month's issue is going to be very important, and with your interview with Harry Potter magazines are going to fly off the wrack." Zabini squealed, throwing his hands up in the air and walking out of the room.

"Yes, Zabini", Malfoy said calmly before walking back to his office.

Draco took a seat and began sipping on his morning coffee. He was an editor for the London Entertainment and has been for about three years. Draco Malfoy has interviewed some of the hottest and most popular rock artists of their generation, but none as hot as Harry Potter. Harry Potter had been on the music scene for a little over a year, and ever since Malfoy had heard his deep sensual voice he was hooked, and not to mention the first time he laid eyes on the rock star. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but he had a poster of the London rock star hanging on his wall. Harry was wearing tight black leather pants, which clung to him like a second skin, and a black wife beater. His raven-hair was spiked up all around his head, revealing his multiple earrings. He had about three hoops in each ear along with the top in the left. Harry was also covered in tattoos from head to toe of random items, and Draco was sure to find out exactly what ALL meant to the famous rock star. Draco was gay, and he wasn't scared to admit it, but admitting that he loved Harry Potter was a whole different story. He had to act his best during this interview, which meant he had to discourage all urges to jump the rocker from his mind and body. He just hoped a lower part of his anatomy would comply. Sighing to himself he picked up the phone and dialed the number that Zabini had given to him to get a hold of Potter's personal agent.

"Hello, Hermione Granger here. How may I help you?" A sweet feminine voice said calmly.

"Hullo, my name is Draco Malfoy and I am an editor for London Entertainment, and I was wondering if I could get an interview scheduled with Harry Potter." Draco said nervously, trying not to choke up.

"Please hold." She said.

Draco sat there with the phone against his ear, waiting for some kind of response. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Never before has he ever been so nervous about an interview, but then again he has never got the chance to interview his favorite rock star.

"Thank you for holding, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Harry Potter would like to meet you before agreeing for an interview. He said to meet him at the London Coffee shop by the pier at eight in the morning. Is that alright for you?" Hermione asked professionally.

"Yes, that would be fine. Thank you Ms. Granger." Malfoy replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy and you have a nice evening." She said quickly before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Draco released a deep breath, which he didn't know he had been holding. This was just great he had to get up extra early just to make sure he looked decent enough to meet with Harry Potter so he could schedule an interview. Never did he think he would have the opportunity to talk to Harry personally. Everything about the London rock star just oozed sex to Draco, and he hoped he could at least put his hormones to the side and focus on the job. He was so nervous about the following morning that he could barely get any sleep. Images of Harry in those skin tight leather pants of his kept floating around in his head; he tried to shake them away, but failed. Soon after what had seemed like hours, Malfoy finally fell asleep.

The morning came too soon for the editor. Grabbing him a cup of coffee, Draco jumped in the shower as his heart thudded with anticipation about the upcoming meeting with Harry Potter. He really had to look his best for this particular meeting. He put on his Armani suit and Armani cologne and with one last look in the mirror, Draco smirked at himself and rushed out the door toward the coffee shop by the pier.

Taking a seat at a picnic table, Draco sighed in disappointment when he didn't see his famous idol roaming around the streets. He thought about calling his agent again just to make sure that Potter was going to show, but he decided that wouldn't be the best of ideas. Draco pulled out his cell phone and began talking to one of his other co-workers, Pansy Parkinson who was head of the Fashion Editorials. Just when he didn't think things could get any worse the rain began pouring down in thick sheets. Hurriedly, Draco tried to gather the folder of papers, which was now blowing everywhere, thanks to the heavy gusts of wind.

"Here, I am sure you need some help", a thick deep voice said, as he lent a hand to help Malfoy.

Draco looked up and felt his heart stop immediately in his chest, and all instructions on how to breathe and talk seemed to have floated away from his brain as well. He just stood there gawking at the sight in front of his eyes, and he kept telling him self to say something, but he just couldn't remember how to speak properly. Standing directly in front of him was Harry Potter. His black strands hanging in front of his face, dripping with water while his clothes clung to his body. He was wearing a black tee shirt, which was soaking with rain water and outlined every muscle in his abdomen including his perfectly erect nipples. And damn he was wearing those tight black leather pants. Draco tried to keep his eyes from wondering to Harry's lower body, but they just wouldn't listen; they became fixated on the particular large bulge in Harry's pants, and Draco could feel his own cock responding to the sight in front of him. He had to admit though; Harry Potter standing directly in front of him was quite sexy. It was very sexy. He could not seem to tear his eyes away from the dripping wet body.

Shaking his head, Draco finally regained himself, somewhat, and tucked the files under his arm.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, I am Draco Malfoy. I spoke with your agent, Ms. Granger yesterday on the phone and she had set this meeting up." Draco explained clearly.

"Yes, nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. You can call me Harry. Hermione is a great friend of mine and she told me you sounded nice, so I thought what the hell. It's not everyday that people get a chance to actually interview me. I try to keep as much of my life out of the public as possible. I do like my privacy." He smirked.

Draco's knees just about collapsed when Harry smirked. He had to ignore his hormones right now; this was business, but damn the rock star was just dripping with sex all over.

"Mr. Malfoy, shall we go somewhere private, and get out of this bloody rain. I am soaked." Harry laughed.

Going somewhere private with his idol scared Draco, because he really didn't know if he could trust him self to be good when he was alone with Harry, but this was business and he had to put his personal desires aside right now.

"That would be nice, Harry, and call me Draco. Where did you have in mind?" Malfoy said nervously, running his fingers through his drenched blonde strands.

"I have a hotel room just around the corner, if that is alright with you?" Harry smirked, licking his lips.

Draco swore to himself that he was being tortured. Watching Harry's sharp tongue dart around those pink lips made his cock twitch inside of his pants. Malfoy shook the images and thoughts from his head as followed Harry toward the hotel room. He couldn't help but watch his hips twist with each step he took, and the way those tight black leather pants clung to his arse perfectly, showing off every curve. Draco about came in his pants when he imagined those perfect round arse cheeks spread for his advantage. This was going to be one hell of a meeting.

"Here we are, Draco", Harry said casually, pulling a card from his back pocket and swiping it in front of the door.

The door automatically swung open revealing a very fancy hotel room. There was a large window with an amazing view of practically the entire city. There was a black leather couch along with a chair spaced apart from each other, and mounted on the wall was a very large flat screened TV. The carpet was made of wood, and a large leopard print rug lay in front of the couch. Draco just stood there admiring the hotel room, which was almost bigger than his whole house.

"Nice room, Harry", Malfoy managed to choke out.

"Yes it is, and I paid a very nice price for it too." He laughed, walking toward the kitchen.

"Would you like some scotch?" Harry asked, pouring him a shot.

"Don't mind if I do." Malfoy snickered, following Harry into the kitchen.

The kitchen had a glass top stove, marble floors and a glass table big enough to seat six, but what caught Draco's attention was the bar which held every type of alcohol known you could imagine, and a counter made of black marble. God, the things he could do to Harry on that counter while drunk, or sober for that matter. He nearly choked on his drink, when these thoughts came surfacing. Harry only laughed.

"Would you like a tour of the rest of my room?" Harry asked, pouring him another shot of scotch.

Draco simply nodded and followed Harry into the bathroom. There was a shower stall with clear doors and multiple shower heads. And located on the other side of the room was a Jacuzzi. Draco's lips became very dry and he suddenly found it very hard to breathe. How he would love to take Harry in that Jacuzzi was the water pounded onto their bodies.

"Fuck", Draco muttered a little too loudly.

"What?" Harry responded, looking quizzically at the blonde.

"N-n-nothing", Draco stammered, looking at Harry.

"Now to the bedroom", the rock star replied.

Draco was not sure how much more torture he could endure from the raven-haired rock star; his cock was already straining against his pants, begging for some type of attention.

The bedroom had its own fireplace in the corner along with a balcony over looking the ocean. The bed was a king size with black sheets made of the finest silk. Mounted on the wall was another flat screen TV along with surround-sound speakers. Closing his eyes, Draco's imagination sprung to life once more with vivid images of him and Harry on the bed together. He quickly opened his eyes, discarding himself of the images.

"I am soaking from that nasty rain; you don't mind if I change do you?" Harry asked politely, looking right into Draco's stormy eyes.

"That's fine. I will just step right outside." Draco choked.

"Here, your Armani suit is drenched, put this on." Harry said handing him a black tee shirt with a dragon on it and a pair of jeans.

"I will be fine." Draco muttered, trying to hand the clothes back to Harry.

"I insist. If I wasn't late neither of us would have gotten wet like that, so please make yourself comfortable." Harry demanded.

"Thanks, Harry. I will just step outside and change." Draco responded.

"Oh, are you the modest type?" Harry smirked, pulling off his black shirt and exposing his bronzed rock hard abs.

Draco lost all train of thoughts as his eyes traveled up and down Harry's firm abdomen. Every muscle in his body was so tight and very well defined; he almost came again. God, he really didn't know how much longer he would be able to control himself. Slowly Draco began fondling with the buttons on his jacket, trying to get it off.

"Need some help?" Harry asked dryly, inching closer to Draco, until his back was against the wall.

Harry's masculine fingers replaced Draco's hands and carefully undid each button on his jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. Draco swallowed hard, loosing all coherent thoughts as he felt the hardness of Harry's body against his own. Locking eyes with the rock star, Draco licked his dry lips as Harry began un-tucking his white dress shirt. The touch of Harry's fingers on his skin sent electric chills down his spine.

"Harry", Draco mumbled, dropping his arms to the side allowing the shirt to fall off of him and onto the floor.

"You work out?" Harry said deeply, tracing a finger over his erect nipples as his eyes examined his well toned pale body.

Draco didn't respond, he was lost in the touch of Harry's finger against his skin, rolling around his nipple, pinching at it roughly.

"Harry", Draco moaned, running his hands through his blonde strands.

"You can touch me, Draco. Don't be scared." Harry said dryly, taking the blonde's hand in his and placing it on one of his nipples.

His skin was delicate and soft beneath his fingertips. Harry nodded, moving forward as Draco's fingers massaged his pink nub. With his mouth gaping open Harry closed the distance between him and the blonde editor. The kiss was electrifying as sparks shot through both of their bodies. Gripping the back of the rock star's neck, Malfoy pressed his lips firmly into his mouth savoring his bitter taste of scotch. Their tongues collided forcefully as the kiss became passionate and violent; neither of them seemed to be getting enough. Pinning Draco against the wall, Harry rolled his erection against Malfoy's as the other boy strained to stay upright. He wanted to collapse onto the floor in a puddle of passionate goo.

Running his hands over Draco's thin body, Harry unbuttoned his pants and watched them drop to his ankles. Harry elicited a deep moan from the blonde as he cupped his raging erection in his hands, rubbing it slowly.

"Harry…fuck", Malfoy groaned, rolling his hips into his hands.

"Touch me, Draco", Harry panted, placing his hand on the crotch of his leather pants.

Draco could feel Harry's own erection pulsating against the tight fabric. He wasted no time in slipping his hand down inside and grasping it firmly. Harry grunted thrusting his hips into Draco's. Grabbing his black and white tie, that hung loosely around his neck, Harry dragged Draco over to the bed, where the fell on top of each other in a pile of heated passion. Their lips crashed together as if tasting each others souls. Fingers tangled in their hair as lips were locked on each other. Harry' hands wrapped firmly around Draco's throbbing member, rolling his fingers over his leaking slit, smearing in the clear liquid.

"Harry…."Draco panted, thrusting his hips into his hands.

The rock star nibbled and sucked on the blonde's ear, sending erotic waves through out his body. Wrapping his legs around Harry's waist, Draco rutted against him, rubbing their erections together. Harry began kissing down Draco's thin frame starting with his shoulder blades and then taking one of his nipples into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the pink nub, Harry sucked and nibbled on it while his fingers clung into the blonde's shoulders. Draco's hands dug deeper into the tanned inked skin of his favorite rock star as he rolled his hips against Harry's. Harry's tongue licked its way down Draco's torso, stopping just right below his navel, making the blonde's breath catch in his throat.

"Harry…" Malfoy hissed, tossing his head back in pure pleasure.

Glancing up at the blonde, Harry ghosted his lips over the tip of Draco's erection, making him moan and writhe against him. Parting his lips, Harry slid his mouth over the tip of Malfoy's aching erection, lapping at the pre-cum as it oozed out of his slit. The blonde hissed in pleasure; a thousand erotic sensations filled his body when Harry started sucking on him generously. Slow and steadily, Harry Potter took more of Draco Malfoy into his mouth until he had completely engulfed the blonde's cock. The warmth of his mouth wrapped around his member made Malfoy shiver and twist in anticipation. Swirling his tongue around the shaft, Harry cupped Draco's balls in his hand, massaging them gently. This caused a whole new reaction for the blonde editor.

"Fuck, Harry!" He moaned, gyrating his hips towards the brunette as he tangled his fingers in the massive nest of raven-hair.

Draco could swear he felt the head of his cock touch the back of Harry's throat as his head bobbed up and down his shaft as his hands squeezed his balls. Placing his arms above Draco's head, Harry removed his cock from his mouth, and slithered up his tiny frame, kissing his stomach gently. Their eyes locked onto one another as intense passion fueled both of their bodies. Wrapping his hand firmly around the blonde's neck, Harry pulled him in for a violent heated kiss. Their tongues lashed out against, fighting for dominance with each other. Harry's fingers seemed to tangle themselves in Malfoy's silky blonde strands, pulling him closer as he straddled him. Sharp electric pulses surged through Draco's body as his and Harry's cock rubbed against each other. Harry too had the same reaction as he hissed loudly into Draco's ear, sucking on it.

"Oh Gods", Harry moaned as he grinded his cock against Malfoy's, causing the other to gasp loudly for breath.

Draco was completely lost in a state of oblivion that was caused by Harry. The other boy continued to rut against him vigorously, as their slick erections slid up and down vigorously. Reaching between their legs, Harry grabbed both of their cocks and stroked them simultaneously. Draco thrust his hips harder into Harry's hands, indicating for him to move faster. He complied, beating their dicks vehemently in his hand until they both were moaning and groaning loudly.

"Harry…"Draco breathed, as his body writhed against the sheets, pulling the rocker in for a very heated kiss.

Their tongues clashed together darting in and out of each other's mouth, as if they could not get enough of the other's special flavor. Sweat soaked them both as Harry continued to stroke both of their cocks at the same time. Arching his back and digging his nails into Harry's tan shoulders, Draco felt every nerve in his body come alive. He cried out Harry's name passionately as thick streams of white cum shot from his dick, coating both of them. Grunting deeply, Harry bit down on Draco's shoulder, causing him to hiss out. He exploded all over his hands as well as Draco's cock. Taking a few deep breaths, both of the boys remained perfectly still, with Harry on top of Draco. Neither one of them said a word, but just rested and relaxed from their intense orgasms.

"When would you like the interview, Draco?" Harry mumbled, glancing over at the blonde with a devious smirk on his face.

"Oh…err…when is a good time for you?" He said being caught off guard as he stared deeply into Harry's glazed emerald eyes.

"I will think about it and let you know, because right now, I don't think I am capable of doing anything, especially thinking." Harry snickered.

"Me either. I can't believe this; it was unbelievably amazing." Draco said as his cheeks flushed, turning his gaze away from the other man.

"Not too many people are lucky enough to see my cock, let alone touch it!" Harry smirked, running his tongue across his pale pink lips.

"God, why was I so special?" Draco laughed.

"Because you're hot, and I wanted you, and Harry Potter always gets what he wants, which was you!" He smirked again.

"I always have gotten what I want as well, Harry." Draco huffed playfully, hinting about his secret desire he had for the rock star.

"So are you one of those insane fans that wanks off to my posters?" Harry laughed.

Draco didn't respond; he just stared up at the ceiling, trying to hide his flushed cheeks.

"For some reason, thinking about you wanking to my posters is a very big turn on." Harry breathed. "We will have to see what happens next meeting, because if I'm right we have an interview to do, but for now I must be on my way to Paris. I have a big show up their tonight."

"Right", Draco said, gathering his still damp clothing.

"Just meet me here at 11 Wednesday night." Harry informed as he too got dressed.

Draco got one last hug and a small peck on the cheek before leaving Harry's room. One his way back to his apartment, he was giggling like a school-girl. Never before has he ever felt this good and excited, but then again never have any of his fantasies come true. Part of him thought that none of it happened, that it was all a big sexual dream, but he looked down at his attire and he was still wearing the clothes that Harry had given him. He smiled as he unlocked the door and collapsed onto the couch. This was going to be one hell of an interview, well it would be, if he could just put his hormones aside and actually do the interview instead of doing the interviewee.