Stars

Harry huffed as he parked his bike next to a light post. He tied it to the pole with his bike lock carefully. It was a nice bike gifted from his godfather, Sirius. A firebolt, Harry smiles, remembering how uterally enthralled he was when he received it in exchange for Sirius missing so many of his birthdays. It was painted a bright red, but Harry knew underneath the handle bars were small painted siler stars in the constellation of Sirius that Harry hand painted years ago. Harry grinned as he ran his fingers down the stars. Sighing, Harry clicked the bike lock on carefully and took a deep breath before waling towards a large door that he would be meeting his agent and possible fellow future cast members. 

He opened the door carefully and started to grin as he saw his agent, Gilderoy Lockhart, a man many compare his humbility to be the same as Kanye West’s. Vain, obtuse, and oblivious, the man was no doubt, yet Harry liked his ignorance and open mind. He did offer good advice at certain times and was a valuable asset who maintained the connections Harry needed for future job opportunities. 

“Harry!” Lockhart called out, smiling widely, his teeth shined white in an almost unnatural way. Harry knew from previous conversations that each one of his teeth were insured for a few hundred thousand at least, due to Lockhart wining (5 times!) Womans Weekly Most-Charming-Smile-Award. 

“Come, come, do you want a coffee? Creevey!” Lockhart yelled at this short boy who was frantically gaping at Harry. His hand was clutched around a large camera.

“Yes sir, sorry sir, I will go get that now-” The boy rushed out of the room. Harry stared at the door confused.

“Now Harry, we will meet with some people shortly, your possible future co-worker, and directors obviously. We will also talk about what this job will entail, as well as scripts, and then hopefully, we can do a short scene today!” Gilderoy exclaimed, staring at his perfectly manicured nails the whole time. 

Harry nodded quickly, resisting to bite at his own nails out of nerves. Just as Harry yawned, bored of simply standing around, the door opened.

“Anthony Goldstein!” Lockhart called out, rushing over to shake hands with a man of medium height, medium build, yet even so, he stood towering over Harry.

“Lockhart! It is good to see you again, and you must be Harry Potter,” The man said, flashing Harry a quick smile. “I am the director of this upcoming shoot, Anthony Goldstein, but most call me Anthony,” He said, walking over to a table and taking a seat. Lockhart and Harry quickly followed. 

The door opened again, this time to let in a tall man, ridiculously tall, clothed in a large black coat, black trousers, and a white pressed shirt, free of any creases. His hair was black alike Harry’s, yet tidy and obviously well cared for. The man turned around after shutting the door, only to freeze upon looking at Harry.

“Tom!?” Harry called out, gaping at his best friend.

“Harry? What on earth- what are you doing here?” Tom asked, his eyes wide.

“I- working?” Harry said shyly, suddenly embarrassed of Tom finding out what he does for a living.

“What? You work-” Tom was cut off by Anthony.

“I was unaware you both knew each other?” Anthony said, his face amused.

“We- we are friends,” Tom said, still staring at Harry.

“Well that’s perfect then! Should we start on the script?” Lockhart asked Harry and Tom, smiling widely.

“Yo- Harry, you-” Tom was cut off once more.

“I am so glad that our two stars already have great chemistry from already knowing ecah other! That really speeds up the process!” Lockhart said, handing Harry a small stack of paper, a script no doubt.

“I- I wasn’t aware you did this for your job,” Harry told Tom, looking down to avoid his eyes.

“What? Fucked people?” Tom snorted, causing Harry to blush uncontrollably. 

“Shut up,” Harry muttered, watching Tom take a seat next to him out of the corner of his eye.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Tom mumbled under his breath, “ How did you keep this a secret for so long? You are terrible with secrets,” Tom asked him, grinning at the awkward conversation.

“What? As if you asking if my job was to act in porn!” Harry exclaimed, scowling at Tom who was chuckling. 

Harry sneered at Tom who started to howl with laughter.

“Get a life you idiot,” Harry said as he kicked Tom under the table. Tom merely crackled even more.

Tom leaned over Harry’s shoulder and quickly grabbed the script of which Harry was trying to read.

“Hey!’ Harry screeched as Tom smirked and read Harry’s script. Harry scowled at Tom and tried to snatch it from him. After failing miserably, Tom took pity and held the script between them both.

Harry’s face was a blooming red as he forced himself to read a smutty script that he would be doing with his best friend. While his best friend held the script he was reading. Harry looked like a tomato as his mind unhelpfully supplied some images.

“What are we doing? You are my best friend, I am not doing thai with you,” Harry scowled while Lockhart raised an eyebrow. Tom stared at him, his face perfectly dismissive taht could only be accomplished with practice. Harry stood up, getting ready to walk out as Tom snatched his arm and pulled him down. 

Squriming as Harry landed on his lap, Tom leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“We can be professionals, can we not? This is excellent pay, with this job, you do realise?” Tom said quietly, his breath tickling Harry’s ear.

Harry scowled externally, showing his displeasure, but internally Harry fretted. He did not want to do this, but he knew Tom needed the money, and if he declined the job offer that meant Tom also lose this opportunity to earn money. 

Harry stilled for a second before nodding slightly and then fidgeting to be let out of Tom’s arms that were wrapped around his waist, holding him to Tom’s lap.

“Stay still,” Tom hissed at him, his voice telling Harry that he has to stay in Tom’s lap. Scowling, Harry stopped fidgeting and was rewarded by Tom rubbing circles unsubtly into his back. 

Harry blushed knowing that Lockhart and Anthony would likely be suffering second hand embrassment due to Tom’s actions.

Tom reheld the script in front of him, allowing Harry to also read what was expected of them, the schedule, and more.

“We- we were going to start to film today, but I feel that it would be best we start on Sunday instead,” Anthony said, looking over to Lockhart who was nodding. Harry felt Tom also nod along. 

“Terrific! Everything in order with the script?” Anthony asked, mostly looking at Tom, which made Harry internally frown.

It was a standard script, Harry thought. Harry would play some assistant to Tom who would be a CEO. He had filmed many like this, so it wasn’t as if he didn’t know what he was doing. There was no bondage, which Harry was thankful for, some of his videos contained BDSM, but this one seemed pretty mild. (Which Harry definitely preferred, since he would rather not have his best friend find out about his kinks) 

Tom on the other hand did speak up with some concerns.

“Firstly, will the dress wardrobe be supplied by your team?” Tom asked, and after watching Anthony nod, he carried on, “And I see it is pretty vanilla, will there be any opportunities for us to add any improv that we think could add to the video?” Tom asked, looking down at his lap at Harry who as he heard that, brightly flushed.

Harry was mortified that Tom had asked that. He had done many videos that were fully improvised on the spot, or some sentances/actions made up in the middle of it, just to fit the scene better, but with Tom? Harry felt his face warm significantly.

“Of course, I do trust your judgement on making the video experience better, and I would be fully happy for you to take a lead if you feel you can make it better,” Anthony said, nodding to Tom.

“That is all my inquires for now, I trust that you will contact me with filming times for Sunday and so on,” Tom drawed, stretching softly.

“Yes, yes, I shall send you details,” Anthony said, looking down at his phone.

Tom looked down at Harry who was still red.

“I do think we should have a quick conversation at my place before we split ways,” Tom said, grinning viciously down at Harry.

Oh no.