hey guys, hope you enjoy this chapter, i messed up a few times and wrote Jarry, and was like, "WHO DA FUCK IS JARRY!?" and i kept saying that, but i kept saying Jarry with a new jersey accent. Anyway, hope you enjoy!*

Harry leans back in his desk, having finished yet another long draft. He stretches, a great yawn escaping his lips. Although Harry would rather be at home, there is nothing at home for him, he has no one to come home to. It's been this way since his last year at Hogwarts.

Ginny had just came out to Harry, having told him she like a certain blonde female. He felt a little hurt, but relief at the same time, having fallen out of love a while back. He sighs at the memory, missing his friends. Due to there work, the golden trio had to part ways that year, only seeing each other on the holidays. Harry rubs his neck before standing, gathering all his papers.

"Oh, good evening boss." Clark, Harry's co-worker, stands to greet their boss.

Shit-

"Good evening, and how are you, Mr. Pottah?"

"Good, and how are you Mr. Malfoy?" Harry looks up to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of his desk next to Clark.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was Harry's boss. If Harry had known Draco owned the compamy he had applied to, he wouldn't have.

"Quite well." Draco smies, Harry feels his knees slighlty waver as he stares at the dashing demon.

Draco Malfoy not only made his life at Hogwarts a living hell, he also does so at work. Making him redo the same paper more than once, making him get him coffee during his break, or his lunch. Harry could never get a break, even while he was on break.

"Oh um Mr. Potter-"

"Yes?"

Draco stands in the door way of his office. "Meet me in my office after work please."

With that, Drraco enters his office, closing the door. Harry sighs, sitting back into his chair.

"Its not that bad Harry." Clark sits in his desk.

"Oh yea sure, you at least don't have to deal with him like I have to." Harry slumps in his desk.

"Well atleast the day is almost over?" Clark says more like a question than a statement of reassurance.

"Yeah..." Harry looks down at his watch, Ron bought it for him last year at christmas.

Harry nervously walks towards the CEO's office holding his brief case. He stops in front of Malfoy's door, he can barely stand in front of the man with others around, let alone do it alone. He takes a deep breath before grabbing the knob and pulling the door open. Malfoy looks up smiling.

"Good to see you Mr. Pottah."

You have no idea...

"So the reason I asked you to come here is because we have an issue."

"Oh-" Harry's mind starts racing, gay panicking.

"The other company seems to have lost there copy of the documents, so I will need you to go over there and help them get there shit together." Harry has only heard Malfoy cuss a few times, and that was due to an amence amount of frustration, and it was a real big turn on for him as well.

"Ok." Harry nods his head.

"It will only be for a week, no need for it to go longer. They said you could use one of their conference rooms to work in, and that you will need to just go straight there, so no need to come in in the mornings."

"Yes sir." Harry nods, once more.

Malfoy nods his head, and Harry leaves. Although Harry may present that he hates Draco Malfoy, he really doesn't. He leans his head against the door, this means Harry won't be able to see Malfoy for one whole week. Harry slowly walks away.

Harry walks down a large hall caring a box, his foot steps echoing off the tile. He nervously looks around trying to find an employee.

"Mr. Potter?" Harry turns to see a small brunette female.

"Yes thats me."

"Oh good, I'm suppose to take you to the conference room." She smiles up at him.

"Oh ok." Harry smiles back, she leads them down a hall, then up an elevator.

She stops and pushes open two large doors, leading Harry in. He walks in and is greeted with a large group of people.

"H-hello." Hearry smiles.

They all start talking at once, filling the room with loud voices. Harry steps back in fear. Harry then realized, he fucked up-*beeeeeep* he was in it for a long hall.

"So for this document, what you do is-"

"Yes, and here you-"

"Alright, now your going to-"

All day, Harry teaches them one by one how to do THIER work. At the end of the day, Harry had drank 7 cups of coffee and ate 2 energy bar, all he wanted to do was go home and take a bath. Sadly he had to stay a whole week.

That week, Harry slaves over documents. Having no idea what the other teams numbers and stakes were like, so it made it very difficult for him to be of any service. He was having a very hard time, it didn't help he was a little distracted at night.

Harry had everything planned out, he was going to graduate Hogwarts, marry a beautiful bride, have kids, and die happy. Little did he know his self discovery at graduation would mess up all his plans, and that night in the field changed his life for ever.

Harry frowned looking up at the night sky filled with stars, his girlfriend had just broken up with him. He felt like crying, but no tears were there to be shed. He felt like screaming, but there was no voice to be screamed. He felt like laughing, but there was no joke to laugh at. Harry looked up as he heard the sound of foot steps, and saw non other than Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want Malfoy, I'm not in the mood right now." Harry sighed as he looks back to the ground.

"Oh, I know." Draco says with a slight smirk, he sits down with a slight huff.

Harry just stares at him, Draco looks up and pats the ground next to him. Harry rolls his eyes as he sits down on the ground next to him. They stare up at the night sky, neither one saying a word. They both stare with wishful eyes, wishing they could both be stars, just floating while lighting up the dark sky. Harry feels something touch his hand, looking down he sees it's Draco's hand, looking back up at the sky blushing, Harry feels the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Harry." Harry quickly looks at Draco.

"Y-yes?"

Draco slides his hand over Harry's, gripping it slightly as they stare into each others eyes. He leans closer, Harry doing the same.

Harry sighs at the memory, it's a sweet and bitter memory to him. He looks up just as Smith, an accountant at the company, comes walking towards him.

Hey Harry-"

"Give it here."