Paint You Wings ✔️

Chapter 18

Draco was not prepared for that Friday evening in the slightest. He felt so sick that he debated calling out of work, but Harry wasn't having it.

"I can still cancel the meeting Draco."

"No, that will reflect poorly upon you, and just further prove my father correct. We're doing this."

"Okay love, I'll see you soon."

One of the things Draco was most worried about was scaring Harry away. He had watched as Harry's face changed during the conversation with his father, and he didn't want a repeat of that.

The time had arrived for the meeting, and Draco steeled himself before opening the door. It took sheer willpower alone to keep from smiling up at Harry, who looked absolutely adorable. Draco had instructed him how to dress, and Harry understood perfectly.

Smart jeans, a nice button up, decent shoes, and a light spattering of dried paint on his hands.

"Mr... Potter is it?", Draco asked, disdain clearly present in his voice.

His father was watching and Harry knew it.

"Yes sir Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me", Harry greeted politely, extending a hand.

Draco gingerly accepted, but stared for a beat too long, bringing further attention to the paint.

"Do try to clean up better at our next meeting if there is to be one. Follow me to my office."

Making it a point to grab some hand sanitizer on the way in, Draco nodded at his father who was watching with a pleasant grin. As soon as the door closed and was locked, shade pulled down to signify that Draco was in a meeting, he pulled Harry into a tight hug.

"Hello love", Harry greeted with a quiet laugh. "I missed you too."

"You're okay right? I didn't hurt your feelings?"

"I'm fine Draco. Are you okay?"

"I still feel like I'm going to be sick."

Harry rubbed his back softly, keeping Draco in the embrace for a few moments longer.

"May I just say how stunning you look in a suit?"

"You may, but then I may have to kiss you."

"Well, in that case it's an absolute perfect fit. The blue color makes your eyes sparkle, and the pants just perfectly hug your curves. I want to grab your tie and-"

"And do that", Harry finished with a grin after Draco kissed him.

"Let's get down to the meeting shall we?"

"If we must."

Once the jokes were put aside, Draco really saw Harry's business side to be an asset. He had a solid business plan, clear goals and objectives, and came up with multiple ways to bring in revenue.

"Harry, this is formulated so well. I'm not just saying that because you're my... you know. You thought of so many aspects that lead to the downfall of other people's businesses without even being approved of anything."

"I wanted to be realistic."

"This is extremely realistic. I want to sign you on."

"Draco, you're sure?"

"I'm positive. I have a few more ideas, but I'm approving this and pushing you up the system."

Draco stamped the form and signed off on it, and then gave it to Harry to sign as well. After carefully reading it, Harry signed, and then Draco went to make a copy of the forms.

"Shall I fax you a copy?", he teased.

"Oh please do", Harry answered, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

"How much more time do we have for your appointment?"

"About 15 minutes."

"So we have 10 minutes to have some fun in my office hmm?"

"Well, that depends on your level of fun."

"Some more snogging of course."

"You're still coming over to mine after work, yeah?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"Brilliant", Harry mumbled against Draco's lips.

"I want you to sit on my desk", Draco declared a few minutes later.

"You want me to... sit on your desk?"

"Yes, I do."

"It's got things on it-"

Draco pushed over his neatly stacked piles, sat on his desk, then pulled Harry down next to him.

"Now this is much better", Draco declared.

Harry found the whole thing rather funny, but he wouldn't say anything to Draco when he was so into it. They broke apart a few minutes later when Draco was getting a tad bit carried away.

"I should go. We'll pick up where we left off when you come 'round?"

"In far more flexible clothes."

"I do like the tie."

Harry spent a few minutes composing himself in the mirror and then he collected his things.

"Let me officially walk you out Mr. Potter."

"It would be a pleasure Mr. Malfoy."

"Same time next week?"

"I can schedule you in."

Clearing his throat, Draco rolled up the shade and opened the door for Harry.

"I'll be in contact Mr. Potter. You've raised some good points and given me much to think about with your... business."

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy sir."

"Oh, and next time? Please wear a suit. We are a professional business after all, and only take in the best clientele."

"Understood sir."