Title: Jumeaux
Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not claim any ownership of the characters or settings contained within. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line.
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Warnings: Contains mature language and sexual content
Rating: M
Summary: Draco and Blaise own and operate a luxury spa resort together, and the Ministry's Auror department has scheduled a full service three-day retreat. Guess who's on the guest list?
Author's Note: I've been sitting on this one for about eight months, and finally decided it was time to dust it off, fix my typos, and publish it. I love a good Draco POV story, especially when he's arrogant, funny, and totally comfortable with his own foibles.

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"You're blocking my sun."

Draco Malfoy cracked an eyelid and glared up at the angry face of Blaise Zabini. Behind Blaise the morning sun poured precious warm radiance across the blue and white tiled deck and set sparkles alight in the ripples of the pool.

"That foot tapping isn't helping matters," he added as he dropped his sunglasses over his eyes and settled back into the chaise lounge.

"Stop being a lazy sod and help me," Blaise snapped.

"I'm only halfway through my morning coffee and the sun is at the perfect angle," Draco waved a negligent hand at the impossibly blue sky.

"You can't possibly need to lie out this much. You don't tan, you albino bastard."

"I need the warmth. Dragons are cold blooded."

"Get up now," Blaise snatched Draco by his elbow and hauled him to his feet. Without another word he marched his friend to the glass panel doors, through the softly skylit atrium, and into the back office.

Draco shook himself free and sank into a leather club chair, suppressing a flinch as the cold, waxed finish touched his sun-warmed skin. He adjusted his swim shorts and crossed his bare feet at an angle while Blaise settled into the executive chair on the other side of the desk.

"Melody and Harmony called in sick," Blaise began in a grave tone.

"So call in Kimber and Amber," Draco pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head.

"They have full-time jobs, they're not available."

"So call in Padma and Parvati."

"They hate you."

"It's been five years since graduation."

"I guarantee they still hate you."

"So call in Daphne and Astoria. They like me."

"They're not twins, Draco," Blaise sat back in his chair and sighed in annoyance.

"Why are you so tense about it? It's one day. We'll tell the guests the spa is closed for cleansing rituals and when the girls are well tomorrow we'll open as usual." Draco was pretty pleased with himself for coming up with such a savvy solution before noon.

"Two problems with that," Blaise ticked off on his fingers. "One, we have that Ministry group coming in today for their three-day retreat package. All inclusive. That means spa. And two," he winced before continuing, "they might not be coming back."

Draco stared at him for a moment. His business partner's face told him everything. "Which one?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Blaise winced again.

"Melody has the beauty mark," Draco pointed to his cheek.

Blaise winced a third time, "I wasn't facing her."

"Brilliant."

"And I think she feels awkward now," Blaise added. "I think they're going to quit."

"You simply must stop shagging the help," Draco said lightly. "I insist."

"What are we going to do?" Blaise ignored him. "Jumeaux Spa isn't Jumeaux Spa without a set of twins."

"I told you the premise was stupid."

"It's not stupid, it's unique."

"Won't our guests appreciate that? 'Sorry, gentlemen, the spa is closed. But wasn't our idea unique?'" Draco sneered.

"So help me fix it," Blaise tossed a crumpled up receipt at him. "Act like a business owner for once."

Draco sighed and gazed past Blaise's head to the window behind him, where the sun streamed in colorful rays through the abstract mosaic glass. "My dear friend," he said. "At last count I have over seventy-three million Galleons in Gringotts alone. As long as you don't run this place into the ground I really don't have much opinion about how you choose to fix this."

"That wasn't the deal and you know it," Blaise tossed another receipt at him. "Think, man."

"Polyjuice?"

"No," Blaise glared at him. "You don't think people suspect trickery already? Our reputation only draws customers if our Jumeaux promise is based in reality. One little slip with Polyjuice or any doubling charm and we'd be ruined."

"Well I don't see a solution," Draco said. "We're just going to have to say we're between twins right now until we can hire a new pair."

"So who's running the spa today?"

"Call Pansy."

"She'd never go for that," Blaise rolled his eyes. "Besides, she's more cross with you than Harmony is with me."

"Or Melody."

"Right."

"It wasn't my fault," Draco said. "It was a very confusing time in my life."

"Well your confusion has cost us another potential solution to this problem." Blaise sighed and shook his head in resignation. "It's going to have to be us."

"Salazar, Blaise, You mean it's going to have to be me," Draco dropped his head back with a groan. "You don't know your way around a spa."

"It's our only option—"

"How many of these Ministry blokes are going to want a full body massage from another bloke?" Draco snapped.

"I'll start making phone calls and try to find a girl who wants to make some extra money," Blaise said. "But I can't guarantee to have someone today. You'll have to fill in."

"This is rubbish and you know it."

"If you don't want to make this resort prosper I'll buy your half out now," Blaise snapped.

"Half?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," Blaise said. "You may have fronted most of the money but I do most of the work. If you don't want to be a partner in this, I have the funds to buy you out."

"You're not buying me out," Draco dropped his eyebrow and leveled an even gaze at his friend. "I made a commitment to make an honest businessman out of myself and rebuild the Malfoy name, and I'm sticking to it."

"Then start by running your business," Blaise stood. "I'm going to finish checking the rooms. You check the kitchen and the spa. They arrive at eleven, lunch is at noon."

"How many of them are coming?" Draco stood, too, and finally accepted that he would have to change into regular clothes.

"The whole Auror department, I think," Blaise checked his wand and strode out into the hallway. "Eight guests total."

"All blokes?" Draco followed him out to the atrium. Lofted ceilings arched up to support a glassed dome, while silk upholstered couches created conversational clusters around the open space.

"I believe so."

"I'll firecall a few escort services," Draco straightened his shoulders and faced his friend. "Don't worry, Blaise, I'm on it."