Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

The choices we make

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author:  Ladderofyears, PollyWeasley ( on ao3) 

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Harry signed at the vast pile of paperwork littering his desk. He knew that clients were waiting on these reports but somehow he couldn't muster the enthusiasm that normally came with the weekend. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the promotion, he though, deciding there and then to give up for the day.

But still, it felt great to manage his own client base, and not have to answer to anyone. There was still the matter of the CEO, of course. Well, no doubt he'd be a fussy, spoilt little omega, brought up with daddy's money and never made to work a day in his life. Harry grimaced as he thought about the meeting they were due to have later that week. Harry has met plenty of omegas like that, and most of them weren't worth a second glance.

Normally, Harry loved the weekend, but he had a bad feeling about this one. His daughter, Lyra, was turning seven and he was expected to attend her party. Well, that was all fine but that meant Ginny and her new alpha, Blaise. Oh, Harry supposed he was alright, a decent guy, but it still left an ache when he thought about his daughter living with a different alpha.

Better get on, he thought. The reports wouldn't write themselves.

Talking about report piles, Draco's were even bigger. His office was enormous, as the only son and heir of the Malfoy Company would have. The floor was a dark colour of Mahogany wood, just like the big circular desk in the centre of the room. The walls were a cream colour and, behind the desk, a huge glass window that showed the whole city, as he was in the 16th floor.

Draco was typing a very important e-mail that he had to answer the day before, but just couldn't since he had four meetings and many other reports to write. He was responsible for the efficiency of the company, as his father and mother would only visit once a week to see if their omega son was still "up to the company's level".

And Draco had to prove himself. Yes, he would rather be married by now, thank you very much, but if he had a job, he'd be the fucking best at it.

After sending the e-mail, he looked at the smallest pile of them all: the unseen reports. At the top of it, was the file of a new employee. He wasn't new, per se, but he was promoted to this new function just a few days prior, and Draco still hadn't paid attention to him.

Potter, Harry James, said the report. Alpha, Unmated. There was no picture, but Draco didn't mind. He breathed in, knowing it would be another arrogant, egocentric alpha, that would look at him once and declare he was 'too much of an omega to be a CEO' and 'don't you want to have a family some day?'. Draco rolled his eyes, standing up with Potter's file and walking to his department, that was on floor seven.

He imagined Potter would be smart and responsible, since he was now in a leadership position. He would have to impose himself. Yes, he was probably smaller than this alpha, but he was his superior. He waited for the lift, breathing in and out evenly not to show how nervous he was. He hated the first informal meeting.

As he arrived at the 7th floor, he walked until he saw a door with the name POTTER in it. He knocked, opening it anyways.

"Hello, good afternoon," he plastered his fake, 'company like' smile on his face. "I heard we had a new employee, so I wanted to say 'welcome'!"

Harry looked up as the door opened, smoothing his features into a bland smile, and masking his annoyance about being disturbed.

At the door was an omega, a male around his own age. Harry's eyes narrowed, taking in the man in front of him. The omega was slight, and nowhere near as tall or broad as he was. His hair was long, very silky and a bright platinum. Whomever this person was, he certainly stood out from the crowd. He pulled his eyes away, unwilling to be caught staring. The omega wore a very fitted black suit, that looked obviously expensive...