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FIc: Fit to Print - Part 4 (NOT THE END)

Title: Fit to Print
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Ginny bashing, but only by Draco. WIP
Summary: A story in which Draco falls madly in love (but with a straight, heartbroken boy), Harry is said straight, heartbroken boy (but you know, shit happens). A tale of friendship, love, Gryffindor determination and all the news that is fit to print. (And lots of drinking)
Author's Notes: I will freely admit that I took a great deal of inspiration from several wonderful gay story lines out there: Maurice, Were the World Mine and primarily Clara Sheller (a fabulous French show which you MUST watch if you haven't!) The main premise of Draco falling in love with a straight boy, comes from a college friend of mine who when one day she was looking very down simply explained, "I've fallen in love with a straight girl." They were together for 5 years!

NB - THIS IS NOT THE ENDING!!! I meant to finish the fic today, but my 10 month old son got a horrible upper-respiratory virus this week and I've not had as much free time as usual. He's doing better, though still quite pathetic. :( In some ways, I like putting a break in posting here - it will make us wait, just like Draco. :)


Fit to Print - Part 4

In his corner office at The Daily Prophet all of Draco's staff writers from the Society and Leisure department, his head writers, his Assistant Editor and his secretary stare openly at him from where they are crammed on couches or perched on the edge of desks to where he sits, comfortably, behind his massive desk.

Draco has just told them about the Golden Couple's break-up and they have a look upon their face that is far too similar to a pack of wild dogs salivating over a steak. (Except for his secretary, Nerise, who is so busy filing her magenta nails, he's not even sure she is taking notes.) It is this predatory, unrelenting need to report the next big story that Draco values so much in them on a day to day basis and that has made the Prophet a legitimate news source under his leadership, but he is not about to let these head-line crazed vultures anywhere near Harry. The story of Ginny's infidelity and the demise of their relationship needs to be handled just right, with all the respect Harry deserves and with enough subtly so not to create a complete public uproar.

And Draco might have a few of his own selfish reasons for wanting the article to be done just so. Which is why, when he knows he has their appetites most piqued, their fingers itching to pick up their quills, he tells them, "I will be breaking the story and handling any and all follow up articles."

The entire group erupts en mass into disapproval. Draco halts them with his hand. "This is not up for discussion."

"Mr. Malfoy, please" Ella, the young, extremely talented staff writer pipes up. Draco sees much of himself in her so gives her a nod, letting her know he's listening. "With all due respect, sir, do you really have the time? With all your other responsibilities, will you be able to devote the time necessary to a story of this magnitude?" She stares at him with her wide, ice-blue eyes.

"I'll make the time," He says definitively.

"Draco." His name, spoken so calmly it is like a salve, comes from his Assistant Editor, Allan. He trusts this man with his life. He is scrupulous and impeccable with all things, but especially with their paper. In fact, if he weren't happily married with two children and nearly 20 years Draco's senior, he'd probably be completely smitten with the man. "Are you sure you're really the best person to write this?"

"Are you doubting my ability to write an article for my own fucking paper, Allan?"

"Of course not," Allan assuages. Did Draco mention he can handle his temper too? "It's only," He glances quickly at the writer sitting next to him who gives him an encouraging look. "We all know how good friends you are with Harry..."

And so much more, Draco thinks. He can feel the ghost of Harry's lips against his ear and his thighs around his waist.

"All the more reason for me to do it," he says. Draco pushes back from his desk and stands, placing his palms on his desk. "You all have your assignments for the week. This is my paper. I know what I'm doing."

Draco turns to the window as his staff file out, grumbling and whispering as they go. Being the boss doesn't always make you popular but Draco knew that when he took the job. And besides, he's used to not being the most liked man in town.

He's submerged himself in work to hide away from the ache of missing Harry. It seems every second he isn’t working, he is thinking of him. Ergo, he hasn't stopped working. The memories of their time together are tangible, like those from a pensieve, so life-like it feels like he is reliving them. He can remember how Harry's skin had felt and his lips had tasted as if it were still happening even now. He can feel Harry’s vulnerability and his complete and utter trust in Draco. But the memories of Harry leaving are the most palpable. He feels that disappointment on his body like a bruise. But then, could he really have expected any other outcome? There is a reason why he’s never let himself feel this way about Harry before: there can be no happy ending where he and Draco are concerned.

"Knock, knock."

"Nerise, I didn't..." Draco turns towards the door. "Oh, Pansy. Thank god." Draco collapses into his chair, covering his eyes with his fingers. Then as if almost forgetting that he'd been waiting to talk to her for nearly a week, he sits up and glares at her. "Where the hell have you been?"

"I got back from Verbier this morning. Blaise and I went skiing." She says loftily as she slides into the chair Allan had just left. "And don't give me that look," She continues before even seeing Draco's raised brow. "I was sick of family time and so was he. You know he's not my type." She sets her purse on her lap, her red leather gloves clutching the handle. "Your message was waiting for me when I got home. As were the other six you sent. There was owl shit all over my bedroom window, I’ll have you know.”

Draco sits back, thoroughly chastened. He'd written her minutes after Harry had left, telling her everything in the message then spelled it so the text could only be revealed to her. Then when he hadn‘t heard from her, he‘d written again. And again.

“I can't say I quite believe it."

"Some days I can't really believe it either."

"You and Potter? Really?"

"Keep your voice down," he hisses as he flicks his wand, closing the door all the way and drawing the shades across the wide window that looks out on the news room. "He came to me early on Boxing Day and we..."

"Fucked," Pansy finishes, looking far to prim in her tailored robes and perfectly donned beret for such lewd words but Draco cannot deny it. "Well, did he...enjoy himself?"

Draco gapes at her. "I am not telling you that!" He says mortified.

"So he didn't."

"No, of course he did! I am a fabulous lay and you know it."

"True," She says, wistfully, a look on her face that makes Draco uncomfortable.

"I shouldn't be talking about it,” He says. “Especially not here"

"Well, then where can we go," Pansy says standing, "because I simply must get all the dish on this." Her words melt into a giddy grin and she giggles mercilessly. Draco gives her a reproachful look and she sits back down.

"It was amazing, Pans," Draco says eventually. "Never in a million years could I have imagined it being better than it actually was. He was so unafraid." He allows himself one moment of recollection and laughs softly. "He was so him."

Pansy smiles softly, a genuine look of happiness for him. Draco snaps himself out of his reverie.

"I sound like a girl," He complains. "I sound like a bloody, Hufflepuff girl."

"You're just not used to being so love struck. It's cute."

"Oh, shut up."

Pansy grins again. "So after he left that morning, you haven't heard from him?"

"I haven't expected to. He said he'd see me at the Ball tomorrow night. That he needed time to think."

Pansy nods thoughtfully. "I don't know whether to be happy for you or not, love."

"Me neither."

Pansy reaches across the table and clasps his hand. Draco covers her hand with his, stroking at the soft leather for a moment.

"I've got to get back to work,” He says eventually, still playing with the small button secured at her wrist. “I've a rather important article to write."

"You're writing again?"

"Just this once." He smiles wanly at her and she stands.

"I'm wearing the gold gown tomorrow, you know the one. It would best for you to wear your black tux. No tails."

Draco nods. "Of course."

She flits her way over to the door, peeking her head around it as she is almost out. "But in all seriousness," she begins and Draco looks up, preparing himself for a moment of friendly empathy or advice. "How big was his cock?"

"Out!" Draco shouts and slams the door shut so hard with another flick of his wrist that Pansy is lucky she doesn't lose a finger.

*

It's well after business hours by the time Draco has time to sit and write. The news room is dark through the slatted shades of his office. Only the soft security lamps burn overhead.

Unlike much of his staff who have started using typewriters or even muggle computers to do their writing, Draco still prefers the patient process of quill and ink. It makes you take your time. Forces you to chose words carefully.

But right now, it is not the problem of the right word that Draco is facing, but any word. He has no idea how to begin.

He sits at his desk, fills his quill and starts.

In yet another chapter of the sometimes triumphant, often tragic life of Harry Potter, his engagement to Ginerva Weasley has come to an...

“Ugh....no.” Draco says, waving his wand across the top of the parchment and spelling away the ink.

On the night of December 18, 2008 the relationship of Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley came to an abrupt end after the afore mentioned Weasley was found en flagrante with a certain Justin Finch-Fetchley at the couple's home in London...

He crumples the page up, tossing it into the bin. “This is Harry,” he says, running his hands across his face, “Not some random story...”

And then as if his muscles have remembered how, the words come. Fresh and true and right. He writes nonstop, his quill scratching franticly across the page. After what feels like a matter of minutes, but is closer to an hour, Draco puts down the quill and sits back in his seat, stretching his hands over head and cracking his back. He re-reads what he has written and realizes this bit of writing is better suited for the editorial page. After all, Harry’s love life doesn’t need to be front page news. Not any more.

He checks the clock. 11:35. He has just enough time to get this into tomorrow’s paper. The type-setter will be furious with the last minute change, but fuck all, he’s the Editor in Chief and what he says, goes.

He taps the page and his careful cursive is changed to standard newsprint font. He quickly adds a title and a by-line. But before he rolls up the parchment and sends it down to the basement with a flying charm, he runs his wand across the page, copying every word and transfers it to another piece of parchment. At the top of the page he writes:

            I know you didn’t want to hear from me this week but I thought you might want to see what I’ll be 
            printing in the morning news.
                                                                                                                            Yours always, DLM


*
THE RIGHT TO LOVE
by Draco L. Malfoy, Editor-in-Chief, The Daily Prophet

          We all know that true love cannot be bought. It cannot be coerced or convinced to be felt in earnest. True 
          love cannot be faked or pretended. It cannot be spelled or charmed into existence. There are potions that mock 
          love but none that can make it true. It cannot be conjured or transformed but it can, far too swiftly, be destroyed.

          There are only so many ways to ruin true love forever, because in the end, love is patient and it is kind and it 
          forgives all things and trusts all things. But if one wishes to truly ruin all that love can be, to end it with no hope
          for renewal, one must simply break the promise of love, which is that it can only belong to one, and be unfaithful.

          We have all watched as Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley have become the paragon of what true love can be. 
          Young love that overcame time and torment to become life long love. A love with the promise of a future together. 
          We all celebrated their pending nuptials and wished them health and happiness in all things.

          But no more.

          It has come forth, in recent days, that their love has been destroyed in the truest sense. Sources close to Harry 
          Potter know that Miss Weasley has in fact been having an affair with fellow Hogwarts graduate and Quidditch 
          coach, Justin Finch-Fletchly for the duration of approximately four months. Those same sources know that the 
          wedding has been officially cancelled and that Miss Weasley will be moving out of their London residence after 
          the holidays.

          Mr. Potter is, of course, devastated. But sources report that even in his grief he has been able to look forward. 
          Mr. Potter is one of those rare men who believe in the power of love. In fact he has risked his very life on that belief.
          Even in the face of this heartbreak, he holds fast to his faith that in the end, love will conquer all.

          Mr. Potter knows, and this writer cannot help to agree, that while love can be destroyed in an instant of poor
          judgment, it can also be fostered from nothing, Grown, even, out of hate. It can be earned and deserved. It 
          can blossom in the most unlikely of places and bloom.

          It is this writer’s hope, as it should be of all who value Mr. Potter‘s sacrifices on behalf of our kind, that some 
          day, that he find someone deserving of that unique, steadfast love to which he is so readily capable.

Comments

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a_execution
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:06 am (UTC)
Yay, more! Short, but I'm excited to see what's next.

(P.S. You may want to consider investing in a beta. Not trying to be bitchy or anything, but I did notice a few typos and diction errors in there.)
auselysium
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:34 am (UTC)
I've tried to fix the typos. Also not to be bitchy but diction means how you pronounce a word so I don't think I had any errors with that.
a_execution
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:38 am (UTC)
Actually, the original meaning of diction is a writer's or speaker's vocabulary choices, and you had a couple instances where you misused words.
auselysium
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC)
Care to point those out?
a_execution
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:11 am (UTC)
"love will concur all" should be "love will conquer all". I thought I caught another one, but I think I was thinking of "Nock, nock", which should be "Knock, knock", but that might be more of a spelling error.
auselysium
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:19 am (UTC)
Thank you. Just pointing things out like that is far more helpful (and in my opinion politte) than telling me I need a beta because there are so many mistakes. I think the first was an auto correct issue and the second was just me being a dumb ass.
maunetjeret
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:16 am (UTC)
Firstly, hope your son is better soon.
Secondly, that article was truly brilliant! I so can't wait for the next update...
auselysium
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:36 am (UTC)
Thank you!! It's tough to watch him be so unhappy when he is usually such a cheerful kid!!

I'm so glad you liked the article. I hadn't planned on writing it out actually but I'm glad I did!

Thanks for commenting!
dm999
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:18 am (UTC)
Ahhhh what a beautiful chapter. And how Draco uses the article is genius.

auselysium
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:37 am (UTC)
He's a smart one that Draco!! So glad you enjoyed the mini-update!!
blueboyfey
Feb. 4th, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, love this! Can't wait for the next bit. Hope your son is feeling better!
auselysium
Feb. 6th, 2012 03:48 am (UTC)
Thanks! My little guy is slowly getting there. Of course now my husband and I are both sick!! Next part will be posted tomorrow!!
moxie574
Feb. 5th, 2012 01:34 am (UTC)
I have really enjoyed this!
auselysium
Feb. 6th, 2012 03:49 am (UTC)
I'm so glad! Thank you for all your comments!!
geneva2010
Feb. 5th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
Lovely editorial - I love the public acknowledgement of love and devotion, in a way that will be very clear to Harry and even the rest of the wizarding world eventually. Very romantic. I'm really enjoying this story, and look forward to the ball. Every girl should have a gold gown!
auselysium
Feb. 6th, 2012 03:44 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you found it romantic. Certainly seems like something a totally lovestruck Draco would do. :). Thanks for reading!
hallayo
Feb. 5th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)
...and what will Harry do now??
auselysium
Feb. 6th, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
Won't have to wait long! Posting the last part tomorrow!! Thanks so much for reading!
kubrick_potter
Feb. 6th, 2012 01:04 am (UTC)
I am so enjoying this story. It's wonderfully written and is paced brilliantly.

Can not wait for the update.

Also I'd just like to add... the article... MARVELLOUS!
auselysium
Feb. 6th, 2012 03:47 am (UTC)
Yay!!! So glad to hear you are enjoying it! I'll post the last part tomorrow. I wasn't sure i was even going to include the article when I set out to write this but am so glad I did! Thanks for your comment!!
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