Title: Moonlight Offering
Authors: slashpervert
Betas: brknhalo241, Mini Mouse and lover137pt036.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Draco/mysterious wolf.
Length: 3352 Words.
Warnings (Mark to Read): DH Spoilers. Language, Explicit M/M Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Pseudo-Bestiality, Dubious Consent, D/s.
Summary: Draco is walking the moonlit grounds of Hogwarts. He is confronted by a wolf and submits himself to the beast.
Notes: One-shot. Compliant through part of HBP.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Draco stood in the moonlight, face tipped up as if he were basking in the sun. It was an unseasonably warm spring evening. He had taken to wandering at night when he couldn’t sleep, the problem of his “mission” making him fretful. As a prefect Draco had more flexibility and walking outdoors at night had become a way to get away from things for a bit. He knew he was running out of time and options.

He had wandered near the edge of the lake and was making his way back to the castle when he heard the growl. He froze, looking at the wolf standing between him and the building. It was very large, had either black or very dark brown fur and had bared its fangs at him. Draco slowly moved his hand toward his wand and it growled louder. That’s when he realised two things. The wolf had known what he was going to do and responded – and it was the first night of full moon. Werewolf.

Draco quickly searched his memory for everything he knew about werewolves. He remembered reading that most of them would only attack if threatened. He hoped that was true. One book – was it Lockhart’s? – had recommended that if you could not defeat one, you were better off adopting a submissive pose. To be sure, Draco again began to inch his hand toward the wand and, again, the large beast growled, stepping menacingly forward with its hackles raised. Draco moved his hands outward, palms open in a gesture of compliance. The beast took another step toward him and Draco shivered in fear – those teeth looked like they could take him apart – and even if he lived, he shuddered at the idea of becoming one of the monsters.

Hoping Lockhart was not as much of an arse as he had seemed, or at least had got the information right, Draco slowly sank to his knees, hands raised. He desperately hoped the creature understood. It stepped closer but didn’t growl this time. Draco shivered in fear as it came toward him. Black fur, he decided as the moon shone off the thick pelt, and it occurred to him that it might be beautiful under different circumstances.

Its head was nearly level with Draco’s as he knelt and it stood on all fours. He could feel its hot breath on his face and shuddered. Then it sniffed him, muzzle getting very close to the soft flesh of Draco’s neck. He had to fight himself, his urge to bolt in panic, as the nose nudged his chin. Draco swallowed hard, trembling.

It kept moving slowly forward actually rubbing the length of its body against Draco as it did, then it was behind him and Draco was nearly knocked onto his face as it headbutted him in the back. He managed to catch himself on his hands, the position making him feel exposed and extremely vulnerable. Submissive was an understatement for this position.

Draco nearly yelped in surprise and dismay as he felt the muzzle of the creature press between his thighs. It was sniffing him? Like a dog? He shuddered and, horrified, felt his thighs quiver and his cock twitch at the feel of the creature’s head against his groin. The wolf made a kind of huffing noise and then the face was pulled back.

Draco barely had time to sigh in relief before he felt – to his even greater horror – the creature’s paws on his back. Before he could react, it had mounted him. Mounted him! Even with his robes and trousers, he could feel the animal’s body pressed against his backside as it wrapped its front paws around Draco’s waist and laid its head between his shoulder blades. He could feel that hot breath on his neck as the wolf began to rut against him.

Draco’s hands dug into the grass, trying not to be ground face-first into it as the beast humped him. It was mortifying, disgusting and, to his shame, arousing. Draco felt the creature’s prick hard and grinding against his arse and his own organ twitched in his trousers in response. Draco whined and the wolf answered with a small growl as it continued thrusting against him. Apparently the growls were not only a sign of danger, because they increased as the wolf’s rhythm did and Draco couldn’t help the grunts and whimpers that escaped him, too. Draco gave up trying to hold his front up, resting his head on his forearms as the monster continued. Draco was sweating now and his face was probably red when he realised he was rocking with the wolf now, meeting each of its thrusts. The blond ground his teeth together, trying not to cry out when he came in his own trousers as the wolf made huffing, barking noises and Draco felt wetness seeping into his clothing. The wolf had come against his arse and now lay panting, still thick and hard against him.

Draco collapsed then, the wolf still atop him as he tried to catch his breath. The monster nuzzled his neck and Draco tensed, heart hammering as he waited for the feel of its teeth ripping his flesh. Instead, it drew back, pulling off him and then sliding forward along the other side of his body until its breath was on Draco’s face again. Draco shuddered, nose wrinkling, as it licked his cheeks and lips. It barked once and then loped away toward the woods.

After a couple of minutes in which Draco tried to gather his wits, he struggled to his feet. He drew his wand then, casting Cleaning Charms on both the mess on his backside and in his trousers and returned to his dorm, shaken but alive.

***

That should have been the end of it, really. He wasn’t crazy or suicidal. Yet, Draco found that he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened and his body continued reacting to the memory in ways that were quite disturbing. The next night he lay in bed, aroused and unable to stop himself from replaying it over and over again until, like a man in a trance, he found himself sneaking out of the dorms and the castle. It was insane.

He made his way to the same spot, by some trees not far from the lake and waited. The moon was full and that meant the creature was probably somewhere nearby. He wondered if it was another student or one of the teachers. There were rumours that werewolves lived in the Forbidden Forest but he hadn’t believed that since first year. Now he reconsidered the idea.

Despite all of this, he was achingly hard. He removed his robe and laid it on the ground, then knelt on it and waited. Frustrated, he unbuttoned his trousers, shifting them with his boxers down far enough to free his cock and stroke himself, fingers gliding up and down, moving the foreskin with them.

It was suddenly there in the moonlight, large and black with green eyes watching him wank. Draco felt his prick give a shudder, pre-come oozing from the slit. The wolf sniffed the air and then slowly stalked forward. Draco’s heart tried to beat its way out of his chest, but the only thing he moved was his hand, still slowly stroking himself.

The wolf licked his face again, rubbing its muzzle along his jaw for a moment and then lowering that large dark head to sniff at Draco’s cock in his hand. Draco slowly drew his hand back, resting both on his thighs instead. He shivered at the feel of the wolf’s breath on the wet skin of his cock. He should be scared. Those teeth could take that flesh in one bite and leave him for dead. Draco was perversely amused that the thought only brought more pre-come dribbling from its tip. The wolf licked then and it was all Draco could do to keep himself from letting out a shout of shock and pleasure.

The wolf must have liked the way he tasted because it did it again – a long, wet slow lick from the base of Draco’s arousal, up the shaft and then over the bobbing head. Draco moaned, head falling back as he did. The creature was drooling as it repeated that long lick several times and Draco nearly fell over from the sensation. Suddenly the wolf began to lick harder and faster, lapping intently at Draco’s cock and the blond could do nothing now but moan and gasp and whimper at the intensity of it. He spread his legs more, leaning back on his hands now, offering himself up to the creature as it devoured him in a way that was making Draco’s entire body shudder and his head spin. That large wet tongue drove Draco over the edge, crying out, hands ripping into the grass underneath him as he pumped his seed from his body and the wolf continued to lap it up, growling in what Draco assumed was appreciation of the liquid it consumed.

Draco squirmed and whimpered as it continued to lap at his now oversensitive prick. He was both grateful and nearly disappointed when it stopped. He thought it might be leaving then but it slid against his body again and then was behind him, pushing Draco forward onto his hands and knees once more. Draco complied and was not surprised when he felt it mount him, rutting while Draco shuddered underneath it. The wolf lapped at the back of his neck too as it humped him and then soaked Draco’s backside again with its seed. He felt it splash hot on his skin where it was exposed between his shirt and where he had partially pulled down his trousers and shorts. Draco felt sated and barely moved when the wolf climbed off him, coming around to lap at his face again, his brain felt slow and sleepy as he wondered if that was the wolf equivalent of a kiss. It bounded away and it took even longer this time for Draco to focus well enough to clean himself up and go back into the castle.

***

Draco didn’t even fight himself the next night, slipping out of the castle as soon as he dared. This time when he reached the spot, he removed his cloak and laid it on the ground. He hesitated only a moment then and finally heaved a sigh before stripping down, folding and laying his clothes aside. Now he knelt naked on the cloak, feeling overheated even as the night air made his skin shiver. He gently stroked himself again, waiting for the wolf. It was the third and last night of full moon. After that he would have to complete his mission for the Dark Lord or suffer the consequences. There were no second chances.

The wolf greeted him with a small huff noise that was a kind of bark. Draco nodded at it and drew his hands back, waiting to see what it would do with him now. He was a naked offering in the moonlight and he wondered how much of the creature’s mind was wolf and how much was human. Did it understand?

It stalked forward now, licking Draco’s lips again and then nuzzling his jaw and back to his ear. Draco shivered, cock pulsing and dripping. The wolf looked at him as it lowered its head and lapped at the sticky crown. Draco moaned in pleasure but the creature stopped. Draco whimpered, lifting his hips toward it. The sound it made was a growl but it almost sounded like a laugh. The large beast moved slowly against Draco and behind him. Draco shook as he leaned forward onto his hands, spreading his legs apart.

Draco felt the wolf’s breath on his arse now and then the coarse fur of its head as it rubbed against him. The blond nearly yelped at the first lick to his balls. The wolf growled and began lapping at them, crouching down and pushing its head under him enough to lap at his shaft as well. Draco lifted his arse as high as he could to make room and groaned at the intense sensations.

He felt his release building and then those licks shifted upwards, away from his cock and up over his balls. Draco gasped as he felt that thick tongue against his hole now, lapping at the puckered skin and making that happy growling noise as it did. Draco moaned, spreading himself as wide as he could. He could feel himself opening to that tongue, feeling it pressing more into him, the nose of the creature bumping into his skin as it continued. Draco whimpered shamelessly.

Suddenly the creature was mounting him and he could feel the slick head of the wolf’s prick bumping against his skin, shifting in search of the hole it had so thoroughly licked. Draco felt panic again, his arse clenching with his fear. He hadn’t done this before, not with anyone. He was about to lose his virginity to a werewolf. It was insane. It found him then, pressing against that opening and growling as if in either warning or pleasure or both. Draco took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. There was no turning back now and his own cock was throbbing enthusiastically at the feeling.

The wolf could have thrust hard, could have hurt him. It gripped his hips with its front paws again, pushing steadily, but not hard and Draco’s body surrendered to it even as he released a long breath. He took another, though, as pain lanced up his spine. He forced himself to breathe into the pain, as the wolf gave little thrusts, worming its cock deeper into Draco’s body.

Draco whimpered again, body spasming around what felt like the biggest prick in the world. He didn’t know if it was big or just that he hadn’t had more than a couple of his own fingers in his arse before. The wolf licked the back of his neck again and Draco nodded as if to tell it to keep going. It kept pressing forward until he could feel it stretching him and the creatures furred balls against his own. The wolf didn’t move then, panting against Draco’s neck. Draco shuddered when he realised it wasn’t moving but its prick was. It was swelling inside him and Draco did panic then, starting to struggle. The wolf growled, paws tightening around Draco’s hips.

Draco tried to make his brain work. He should have expected this. A real wolf’s cock expanded inside the female when they mated – tying them together until the process was complete. He supposed it made sense that a werewolf’s would, too. Draco cried out then as he tried to relax around the flesh swelling inside him. The wolf panted and licked and held him tight. Draco could feel the flesh inside him twitching, pumping the wolf’s seed into his arse as it growled. The pain was easing now and despite it all, Draco’s own cock was still hard and dripping with his arousal.

Draco rested his head on one forearm and reached down to stroke himself while the wolf began to rock, rutting gently as its cock never actually pulled out, just moved within Draco. The blond found that now he was getting used to it, the rotation of the wolf’s hips was pressing over and over against his prostate in a way that sent sparks of pleasure down his own cock. Draco stroked himself in time with that, moaning in pleasure, and then he shuddered violently, crying out as he came. His arse clenched around the wolf’s prick and the animal growled, shuddering with him.

When he was spent, Draco collapsed onto the robe beneath him, the wolf’s prick still inside him and the creature’s body covering his like a heavy furred blanket. He could feel the rapid heartbeat of the creature against his back. Draco turned his head to rest against his arm and the wolf licked and nuzzled his ear and cheek. Draco didn’t know when it slipped from inside him because he lost consciousness first.

***

The next thing he was aware of was twofold – sunlight on his skin and the feel of a warm body pressed against him from behind. Draco tensed. He was lying on his side with a naked man. No fur, but skin against his own. The man’s knees were nestled against the backs of Draco’s knees, so that their bodies touched all the way down. He could feel the smooth flesh with some hair from the man’s chest pressed to Draco’s back and an arm wrapped around his waist. The man’s face was pressed to the back of Draco’s neck, his breath tickling the hairs there.

Draco’s heart sped up. Who was the werewolf? All he had to do was look over his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes, looking first at the hand splayed against his own pale chest. It was slightly darker than his own. A right hand, and the arm attached had dark hair. Well, so had the wolf, if that made any difference. Just as he was working up the nerve to look, he felt the man kiss the knot at the top of his spine, nuzzling Draco’s neck in much the same way the wolf had done. He also felt the man’s prick twitch where it was pressed along the crevice of Draco’s arsecheeks.

“I know what you are thinking,” the man said softly. Draco stiffened, the voice familiar. “I can feel your heartbeat,” the man continued, hand sliding over to cover that part of Draco’s chest. “You are just beginning to realise who you are with and it scares you. Next, you are wondering if I remember what happened last night …” The man rotated his hips, sliding his cock back and forth against Draco’s arse. “Yes, I do,” he continued. “I remember not only last night, but the night before and the night before that.”

Draco’s cheeks flamed red and he felt hot embarrassment rush over his skin as he shuddered with it. The man continued to slowly rut against him, licking the skin of his neck between his words. Draco gasped and tried to think of a way out of this, a way to explain it, or some way to deny it.

“You are now wondering if you can blackmail me, get me thrown out of Hogwarts for being a werewolf,” the amused sounding voice countered. “But I’m not a werewolf. I am an Animagus,” the man said, rutting a little faster against Draco and the blond was still flushed in shame as his cock sputtered pre-come in answer to it. He felt the man sliding his other hand between them, using it to position himself at Draco’s still sore and very wet hole.

Draco opened his mouth to object but the other man continued. “I know about your so-called mission and I know you don’t want to do it.” On the word “it” he pushed gently, but firmly, inside Draco and the blond’s words of denial were lost in a moan.

“Yes,” the man encouraged, right hand sliding down Draco’s belly to wrap around the blond’s cock as he began rocking into him, his own cock sliding in and out with the wolf’s come lubricating and dribbling from Draco’s arse. “I know you, Draco,” the man continued to assure him while he fucked, panting between words now. “I am yours now and you are mine,” he said. “I am going to save you and you are going to let me.”

Draco moaned, incoherent with pleasure and a weird kind of relief. It was out of his hands now. The choice was made for him. “Come for me, Draco, come with me,” his lover growled. Draco did, arse and cock both shuddering with his release as he called out the man’s name. They lay there panting for another couple minutes and then Draco did turn his head, looking over his shoulder and seeing that messy black hair. The other man tossed his head and looked back, green eyes looking into grey now.

“Mine,” Potter said.

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Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 9/?.
Chapter Title: Mess at the Ministry
Chapter Authors: slashpervert, aveeno_baby, nefernat, and citrus_tears.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 2800 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.
Warnings: Language, some violence.
Summary: Murder investigation meeting is disrupted by fight over Harry & Draco’s new relationship.

Monday, Oct. 28, 2003

With Hermione coming back from the conference late the night before, looking very tired, they’d said ‘hello’ and had a brief talk before both of them went to bed. That morning they’d briefly chatted while running around in the flat getting ready for work.

Ginny sighed. She checked the file she had put together with all the information on the murders and her own research, and then looked around her desk to see if she’d missed anything. Grabbing her bag and the folder, she left her office to go to the Aurors Department where they were to meet in one of the Conference Rooms.

Draco smiled all the way up in the elevator, thinking about the way he had woken Harry up this morning. Definitely his favourite way to wake up, decided. Now he tried to turn his mind to the important work ahead of him. Thoughts of meeting with Granger certainly took the grin of his face.

He went to his office and gathered up the files and notes he had taken, then walked into the meeting room.

“Good morning, Miss Weasley,” he said before taking a seat and looking back toward the door, hoping Harry wasn’t far behind him.

Harry opened the door and slipped into the office. He smiled at Ginny as he placed cups of coffee and tea on the table before he took his seat next to Draco. “Morning, Ginny,” he said, pushing the tea over in front of Draco.

Draco reached for the tea, his fingertips lightly brushing Harry’s as he took it from him. He hid a small smile by taking a sip of the tea. He was surprised that Granger was late for the meeting. She was usually punctual.

“Good morning,” Ginny said, nodding to the both of them. With interest she watched the little display. “And seeing as how we’ll be working together for a while longer, I suggest you drop the whole ‘Miss Weasley’ thing. You know my name,” she said to Draco.

“Hermione will be here later. She had some sort of emergency come up and had to deal with it right away.” Finishing the last of her tea, she got up to re-fill her mug.

Draco was right, Hermione was rarely late for anything. So when she’d been called away just minutes before the meeting to deal with a catastrophe, as the girl had put it, she’d been furious to find it was just an intern who caught their hand in a toaster.

Running down the hall to her office, she stopped short as she approached the doorframe, seeing Ginny attempting to stall. “Sorry I’m late. Interns.”

Ginny nodded gravely. “Ah yes. ‘They who cause emergencies’”, she quoted and winked at Hermione.

“Well, now that you’re here, I take it you want some coffee. Oh and please close the door as I have something to say that I’d rather keep in this room.”

Taking both mugs, she placed Hermione’s in front of her before moving back to her own seat.

She scoffed. “Emergency means someone’s dying. Not getting your hand caught in a toaster because you didn’t bother to read the warning label…”

Shaking her head, Hermione took a sip of the coffee gratefully. “I hope you are talking about what I think you’re talking about.”

Ginny snorted, glad that she had just swallowed the sip of tea she’d taken.

Now that the door was closed, she cast a Silencing Spell and put down her wand. Standing up, she looked at Draco, took a deep breath and then, letting all of her frustration out, yelled at him, “DRACO MALFOY WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT WHEN YOU TOLD HER ABOUT THE CASE? YOU KNOW YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIVULGE ANY INFORMATION HOWEVER SMALL AND INSIGNIFICANT IT MAY SEEM!!!!!”

Getting it all out, she took another deep breath, sat down, took another sip of her tea and looked at Draco, her eyes blazing still.

Hermione jumped slightly and dropped her coffee in shock. The steaming liquid splashed onto her leg, and she winced. “Ginny!”

“What???” Ginny asked, whipping her head around at Hermione. She couldn’t deal with Hermione’s calm logic. Not now, not while she’d spent precious hours investigating this. Hours she should’ve been spending on the murder investigation….

“You can’t start off a meeting by screeching at him!” She shook her head. “Now help me with this coffee before it stains the carpet.”

“Of course I can!” Ginny huffed. “He’s partly responsible for me doing two investigations at the same time!” She glared again for good measure. Taking her wand, she rattled off a coffee stain removing spell, a cooling and then a cleaning spell. Taking Hermione’s mug, she quickly refilled it and set it down in front of her again. “There.”

“Thank you. Now can you compose yourself for a bit so I can at least conduct this meeting in some semblance of normalcy?” She picked up a folder from her desk and rifled through it. A paper was missing. “Gin. Did anyone take anything from my office while I was gone?”

“I’ll try,” Ginny tried to say with as much dignity as she could muster. She frowned at Hermione’s question. “Not that I know of. But you’d better ask your secretary. I mean, I haven’t taken anything but I’ve also spent more than half my week in the library.”

Draco’s calm demeanour slipped a bit when Ginny started yelling. He expected drama like this from Hermione, but didn’t know the Weasley woman well. His eyebrows shot up and he did his best to swallow his tea without coughing. He glanced at Harry to see his reaction. Then leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and watched the show. Especially since the women hadn’t seem to leave him an opening to do so anyway. His face and posture now was one of tolerant amusement.

Harry slouched in his seat and sighed, glancing back at Draco before he tilted his head up towards the ceiling. He was used to the Weasleys’ temper by now.

Seeing Harry’s reaction, Draco tried not to smile. He ignored Ginny’s “outburst” and, like Harry, waited for the women to calm down and get down to business.

Hermione shuffled her papers, a bit upset about the missing piece. Clearing her throat when neither Draco nor Harry was commenting on Ginny’s outburst, she then said, “All right, let’s get back to business.”

Draco sat up and shuffled his papers a bit, “We should review the status of the investigation so far, with each of us giving our reports.”

“Yes, let’s all give the status first,” Hermione agreed. “And then we can discuss what else we need to look at or investigate.” Seeing as how Draco had his papers all ready, she nodded at him. “Why don’t you start, then.”

Draco briefly glanced at each person, then began, “I have compiled a list of potential rituals that organs collected this way might used in. But we really don’t have enough information yet to tell us who might be doing this. I also have a list of Death Eaters unaccounted for, but there is no way of knowing whether this is related to them or not.”

Having calmed down, Ginny was listening to Draco’s report. When he mentioned the list of potential rituals, she sat up a bit straighter. “Draco, do you happen to have an extra copy of that list? It comes very close to part of my research and it would be good to discuss that later on…”

Draco nodded, handing each of them copies of both lists. “Certainly,” he replied.

“Thanks,” Ginny said as she skimmed the list of rituals. Finding a couple that fit what she had found, she nodded. “What else did you find?”

Hermione ran down the list of rituals, her head swimming with information. “These are… horrible. They’re not typical. Far from it…” she interjected.

“No they aren’t,” Ginny agreed. “But a couple of them make sense, in this situation.”

Harry moved a bit closer to Draco and leaned over, looking at his copy of the list. “They make sense because this person is a complete bastard,” he murmured.

“Indeed,” Draco said, sounding a bit too much like Snape at that moment. Inside, he stilled, feeling Harry lean so close was … distracting.

Harry nodded, his chin brushing Draco’s arm. “So, now what do we do?” he asked.

Draco knew what he wanted to do now, but it had nothing to do with the investigation. “Um,” he started and then took a breath to steady himself, “If Miss, I mean, if Ginny is correct, then we have to wait for another body to see if this is truly a serial killer.”

“They make sense because a couple of these rituals fit the profile I’m drawing up for the murderer,” she said. “And yes, we need to wait for another body, but it should hold true then, too.”

Harry nodded again and sat up straight, noticing Draco’s slight stutter. He nudged his foot against his and tried to hide a smile. “Now we wait for another murder. It just…it seems so wrong.”

“We don’t have much to go on yet,” Draco said, “So, unless your interviews have found a connection between the victims, the case is stalled.” Draco shifted slightly, aligning his foot and leg with Harry’s so that they touched from foot to knee.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. Draco was very… fidgety… she decided and also noticed Harry’s close proximity. Surely he’d read the list by now. She filed this away and decided to keep her eyes open; this was odd behaviour. “There might be, but it would unfortunately take a third victim to confirm. Plus, the third victim would tell us more about which ritual from the list we are dealing with.”

Harry sighed. “All right. Just wish we could catch them before.” He pressed his leg against Draco’s, leaning back in his chair more.

Hermione shook her head. “I’m just not quite sure waiting is the best option. Isn’t there any other way?”

Draco shrugged. “I would love to hear your suggestion on this one.” He slipped one hand into his lap and then patted Harry’s knee fondly.

Hermione flinched. “Um. Harry? Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”

Harry sat up in his seat and nodded. “Sure,” he answered, getting up.

Pulling him out into the hall, she closed the door behind them and put a quick Silencing Charm on it as well. “What was that in there? Are you being Confunded? Do I need to call in a Mediwitch? Do I need to hex him?” she hissed.

“Whoa, wait. What’re you talking about, Hermione?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her jaw dropped. “Did you not… Harry… Draco Malfoy is practically fondling you in there!”

Harry blushed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He is not! Are you seeing things, Hermione? Maybe you should get glasses,” he said quickly.

Hermione snorted. “I know what I saw, and don’t even start telling me we aren’t in a meeting. I know where we are and I know what I saw and I saw Draco Malfoy with his hand no farther than three inches from…” She turned away. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“The restroom is down the hall, Granger,” Draco said from his place leaning against the now open door.

Hermione spun around, her head racing with thoughts she didn’t really want to connect at the moment. “You. Don’t say a word.”

Harry blushed even harder. “It was my knee!” he yelled just as Draco came out of the room.

Hermione started to calculate. Ron had said that Harry had cheated, that much was true, but he didn’t know. He didn’t know with whom. Oh, this was rich. “This meeting is over.”

“What? Why, Hermione?”

She had already turned to face the door, but Harry’s comment, innocent as it may sound, was the last straw. Spinning around, her hand connected with his cheek so fast you could hear the echoes as she stormed inside the conference room, collected her things, and stormed out again. “Don’t ask me to fix this when it blows up in your face…” were the last words she’d utter to him for the rest of the day.

Draco’s face turned pink and he stood blocking Hermione’s path as she turned to leave. “Granger, how dare you!” he said in a cold, angry voice.

Hermione just stared. “I’ll hex you into next week if you don’t move right now, Malfoy. And I don’t care about the consequences.” Her wand at the ready, she shook violently. She needed a cup of coffee and she needed it now.

Harry stood there, blinking at the two of them. That happened way too fast. “Let it go. The both of you,” he muttered before he turned and walked away, hand covering his nose as he felt blood start to come down.

Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry and paled when he saw the other man’s face. He stepped away from the door but between Harry and Hermione.

Hermione shook her head. “Cold water and ice, Harry.” she muttered before running down the hall to her own office, where she locked herself in and threw a photograph at the wall.

Draco scowled at Granger but turned quickly to follow Harry. Catching up with him, he grabbed him by the arm, trying to get him to turn towards him.

Harry shook his head, trying to pull his arm out of Draco’s grasp. “Let me go,” he said weakly, sniffling.

“Never,” Draco said, putting his arms around Harry’s shoulders and pulling him against his chest.

Harry let out a sob, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “I fucked up…”

Draco shook his head, holding Harry tight. “No, I think that one was mine,” he said. He noticed that several heads had popped out of nearby offices at the commotion. He scowled at them and they retreated. He stroked Harry’s back soothingly.

“I h-have to go,” he murmured, using the sleeve his cloak to wipe away his tears and blood. It was still running, but Harry didn’t care. He had to go. “…If you w-want to come…”

Draco looked at the blood on his silk tie and running down his lover’s face. “Let’s go home,” he said. “But first, let me fix that.” He pulled his wand and did a quick charm to clean up Harry’s face and then kissed his cheek.

That only seemed to make Harry want to cry harder. He pulled Draco’s sleeve as he started to walk down the hall again. “Let’s go!”

Draco fell into step beside him. He reached into his jacket and pulled a handkerchief out and passed it to him.

“Thank you,” Harry mumbled, looking down at the floor. He wiped at his eyes again then at his nose, checking if it was still running. It was really a hard hit. Harry didn’t know Hermione had it in her. “I’m a horrible friend,” he stated, rubbing at his sore cheek. He knew it was going to bruise.

When they got to the elevator and the door closed, Draco flicked his wand and stopped the elevator. He turned to look at Harry. “Don’t ever say that again,” he reached out and took Harry’s chin in his hand, looking him in the eyes. “She had no right to do that.”

Harry looked down, even as Draco held his chin. “But she did, didn’t she? That means… I messed everything up.” He started to cry again, squeezing his eyes shut. “They’re m-my best friends…” He could feel his nose running again and he knew it was probably a mixture of blood and snot.

Draco shook his head, using a simple spell to stop the blood flow and clean up Harry’s face. “Harry, look at me,” Draco insisted.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at him, feeling shaky.

Draco’s breath caught, as always, looking into those green eyes. “I won’t apologize for how I feel about you or for being with you,” he said, his left hand still cupping Harry’s chin.

“I didn’t ask you to,” he answered, his voice hoarse.

“But you regret it?” Draco’s voice was shaky and he tried not to show how scarred this whole thing made him.

“I don’t regret this,” Harry said, stepping a bit closer to Draco. “I regret how I did it, though.”

Draco leaned forward kissing Harry gently. “This is how it is,” he whispered, “And I will take this over not having you, any way I can.”

Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s, sighing. “Let’s go, Draco,” he murmured, noticing that they were in the lift still.

“Home,” Draco whispered to him and restarted the lift.

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Chapter 10: Hot Chocolate and Comfort

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 8/?.
Chapter Title: Nine Day Wonder
Chapter Authors: slashpervert, aveeno_baby and pez_gurl.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 1140 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Warnings: Language, discussing sex.
Summary: Harry goes to tell Ron and Draco waits.

“A proverb says a wonder lasts nine days and then the puppy’s eyes are open.”

Monday, Oct. 20, 2003

Harry bit his lip, looking at Draco before saying, “I can’t come over tonight … but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Draco frowned, looking worried. “Ron’s back. Are you going to tell him?”

“’Course I am. I have to.”

Draco nodded. “Good.”

“But it’ll be hard.”

Draco nodded again, laying his hand on Harry’s. “Yes, it will.”

“I don’t want to break his heart, but…” He looked at Draco. “I can’t keep going behind his back like this.”

“No, you can’t.” Draco put his arms around him. “Because I am no one’s dirty secret.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you a dirty secret. Maybe … just a secret,” Harry nodded, relaxing in Draco’s embrace. “Sounds better.”

“Harry,” he said, tipping Harry’s head up and kissing him, looking him into his eyes. “Having you in my bed is good, not to mention every other room in this place…” Draco grinned, “But I want more than that.”

“A relationship, I know. I do, too. There’s just something about you,” Harry replied, looking back at him.

“Something,” he smiled. “Always.” Draco leans in to capture Harry’s mouth with his.

Harry kissed him back hard before he pulled away, smirking at him. “You know what I want right now?” he whispered, looking at Draco and biting his lip.

“Tell me,” Draco’s look was intense, his voice a whispered command.

“Hot chocolate,” Harry answered, laughing.

Draco laughed, rolling his eyes.

***

Later that evening, Draco sat before the fire in his library. He reclined in his most comfortable chair, tea beside him on the table, and book open his lap. He hadn’t read a word of it. Instead, he had been staring into the fire, going over his memories of the last nine days.

Nine days with Harry. Nine days in which they were rarely apart. They actually had spent less time together at work. Draco had spent most of his time in the Restricted Archives working on tracing the rituals that might be involved in the case. Well, and it didn’t hurt to stay out of sight of Ministry officials until the current drama faded. He was relieved that Granger was gone this week. Meanwhile, Harry has spent most of his time at work researching the Muggle aspects of the case.

It was their off work time that preoccupied Draco’s thoughts now. Every night Harry would go home to his flat to take care of his dog, and then come over to Draco’s townhouse. Then leave again in the morning to see to the dog before going to work. From sunset to sunrise, essentially, they had been in each other’s arms. Or other positions, Draco smirked. They had made love in nearly every room in the house. Much to the dismay of Beckett.

It had all felt like a dream — an extremely vivid, brilliant sexy dream from which Draco didn’t want to wake. This townhouse had been his escape from the world for years. Here sneers about his family or his history were far away. Shared only with Beckett and Cocoa, he had made this place a kind of sanctuary. Now it was too quiet.

He tried not to think of Harry with Weasley right now. His memories of Weasley weren’t very good ones. Would Harry really leave his long-time friend, roommate and lover for his former enemy? Would Weasley talk him out of it? Would Weasley be angry at Harry? All these questions were swirling in head. He snapped the book shut in frustration and set it aside. He would not be able to read tonight. He doubted he would even be able to sleep tonight. He dreaded the idea of going to that bed alone now.

***

Harry sat down on the couch with a long sigh. Ron wasn’t home as of yet, and Harry didn’t know if he wanted him to come at all. He decided that he was going to talk to Ron tonight, knowing that he couldn’t continue to go behind his back like he was. He glanced at the door then at the time. Waiting was probably the hardest part.

Ron walked in, his expression tired, turning wary as he saw Harry on the couch, obviously waiting for him. He had planned on pouncing him the next time he saw his mate, remembering that they hadn’t seen each other in ages, but the nervous look on his face made him stop short.

“Don’t say ‘we have to talk,’ okay? I can see that. Saying the words will make it worse.” Ron sat on the couch next to Harry, keeping a foot between them.

Harry bit his lip and turned on the couch, shuffling closer. “Ron, I’m sorry about how things have been for the past week or so,” he said, looking at him.

Ron nodded slowly. “Yeah, er, why haven’t you been home? I know you have that murder investigation going on, but that can’t be all of it.” He leaned back against the couch and stared intently at Harry, waiting for his answer.

“You know I love you, right? Always will. You’re my best mate, Ron, and now, I’ve been thinking.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking that maybe we should go back to being just mates,” he whispered.

Ron bit his lip, trying not to explode. What had he done wrong? He had been faithful and loving. “Why?” he asked.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Ron. It’s the last thing that I want to do and, the way things are going, I think I might. If I haven’t already.”

Ron froze. “Harry, what’d you do?” Oh, God, what was going on?

“I was with…someone else.” He bit his lip hard and looked down. “Don’t hate me.”

Oh. That was…unexpected. “You what? With who?”

Harry started to get up, shaking his head. He was not planning on telling Ron who. “Just, someone, Ron.”

Ron pushed him back on the couch. “Whatever. You want to protect them? Fine. I don’t care. But, Harry, why? Why’d you do that to me?” He stood over him, looking at him intently.

Harry looked up at him. “I didn’t mean for it to happen at first. And then, it just became more and I’m telling you because I love you. I don’t want to lose your friendship.”

Ron sighed and moved away, sitting back on the couch, looking at one of the cushions intently. “Right, then. I’m just, disappointed, Harry. And hurt…really, really hurt. But, I’m glad you told me.” He looked over to where he had stored the Bulgarian Vodka. “I think…I’m going to go visit my brothers.” Holding in his anger was getting harder by the moment.

Ron left.

Harry put his face in his hands.

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Chapter 9: Mess at the Ministry

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 7/?.
Chapter Title: True Confessions
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and acidpop25.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 1735 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott.
Warnings: Language, discussing sex.
Summary: Draco talks with Theo about Pansy and Harry.

Tuesday, Oct. 14, 2003

Draco made his way through the halls to Theo’s office. He took a breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Theodore called, without looking up. Probably Draco; it was around noon, by now.

Draco opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him. He nodded at the other man, “Hello Theo,” and sat in the chair opposite him. “How are you doing?”

Theo sighed, looking up from his work and setting down his quill. “Obscenely busy, and yourself?”

Draco ducked his head, hiding the pink of his cheeks when he thought of what he had been doing. “Yes,” he nodded, “lots of research in the archives.” He tried to clear his head of thoughts of Harry and concentrate on Pansy. He leaned back; his face composed again and regarded Theo.

“Anatomy research, I’ll wager,” Theo remarked, arching an eyebrow. “But I somehow doubt you came here to discuss your illicit lust for Harry.”

“Crude, Theo.” Draco crossed one leg on across his knee and sighed. “I wanted to talk to you about Pansy.”

Theo leaned back in his chair. “What about her?”

“Have you seen her recently?” Draco asked, one eyebrow raised.

“She’s been in and out of the house. This whole thing has us both overworked,” Theo said, sighing. “Your Department Head was kind enough to turn over some of the research into what sort of magic may have been used in the killing to us.”

Draco’s eyebrows rose at the mention of his Department Head turning over Draco’s research without his knowledge. He shook his head and refused to take the bait. “Are you avoiding her, Theo?” he asked as if he were asking about the weather.

Theo blinked at him. “Why would I be?”

Draco sighed. “Apparently, there has been some tension between the Ministry and the Daily Prophet. And she hasn’t seen you lately,” Draco let it trail off.

“Oh, well, the issue with the Prophet isn’t really my concern. Or not yet, at least. I’m staying out of that.” Theo shrugged. “I’ve been here, mostly. It’s certainly nothing personal; I’ve just been snowed under with work, which she ought to know perfectly well. Or, if she was truly so concerned, try talking to me herself before getting you to do her dirty work.”

Draco smirked, “Yes, Pansy does have a tendency to jump to conclusions.” He leaned forward, uncrossing his leg and resting his elbows in his knees. “But Theo, we have known her a long time. You were her friend before you became her … lover. Don’t you know what she is like by now? Isn’t that just part of who she is?”

“It works both ways, Draco,” Theo pointed out mildly. Even if I was upset with her for some reason, she should know full well that I still listen.”

“Yes, ideally it would,” Draco nodded, remembering her barging in on him and the way she yelled at him even when he came to her. He shook his head. “But she just isn’t like this. At work, she will go talk to anyone about anything. But not where she most needs it.”

Theo sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, well, maybe it’s high time she learned to.”

Draco steepled his fingers in front of this face and pursed his lips a bit. “Will you teach her Theo, or loose her?”

He frowned. “Don’t be stupid, Draco. I’ll talk to her. But if she can’t trust me enough to even ask if I’m upset, well, what kind of love is that?”

Draco raised his eyebrows, sighing, “Maybe the only kind she knows.” Draco sat up again, putting his arms on the sides of the chair, “Speaking of my being stupid, she had me promise to tell you something.”

“And what might that be?” Theo asked.

Draco shook his head, “Not something I am comfortable talking about actually. So I would need your word that you won’t talk about it to anyone else until I am ready to.”

Theodore quirked an eyebrow. “I’m an Unspeakable, Draco. I daresay I’m rather good at keeping secrets.”

“When asked to,” Draco confirmed. “So I am asking.”

“It ought to go without saying,” Theo said quietly, “that what’s said in this room stays here.”

Draco inclined his head, part nod part bow. He sighed again, “I wouldn’t be even talking to you about this yet, if Pansy wasn’t so concerned that she didn’t want to keep any secrets between you and her.” He met the other man’s eyes challengingly and then looked back down at his carefully manicured nails, as if seeking a flaw there. “I am ‘involved’ with someone.”

“Mmhm,” Theodore said noncommittally, waiting for Draco to continue.

Draco took another deep breath and looked up at Theo, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs again. He tried to put on the best confident Slytherin look he could muster. “As of this last weekend, Harry and I are…,” his words and calm faulted when he realized he didn’t know what to call it. “We are ‘involved.’”

“Took you long enough,” Theo said mildly. “You do know that Harry, last I checked, is seeing Weasley, right?”

Draco stopped and looked at Theo sharply, frowning. “I…” he stopped, closed his mouth and nodded, “Which is why it is not for public knowledge. His roommate is out of town right now.”

Theo nodded slightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time Harry’s cheated on him,” he remarked.

Draco’s frown deepened and he cocked his head, looking intently at Theo. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean precisely what I said,” Theo answered, leaning back a bit.

Draco’s face went blank as he tried to maintain control. “With you,” he said.

“Just once,” Theo said, shrugging slightly. “To be fair, those two were… very unstable, at that point. If it even yet technically was a relationship, which still remains rather unclear.”

Draco opened his mouth to say something and then realized he had no idea what to say to that. He just sat looking at Theo for a moment. “I probably don’t want to know, but is this before or after you and Pansy?”

“Before,” Theo said. “Harry’s half the reason I even went after her.”

Draco paused, then asked anyway, “Why is that exactly? What does Harry have to do with it?”

Theo chuckled softly. “He kindly pointed out to me that I was being an idiot about the whole thing, and should probably get over that.”

“Harry called you an idiot about…?” Draco began, “About what?”

“I was having a bit of trouble dealing with the fact that I was attracted to my female close friend,” Theo said, rolling his eyes. “Which, given the fact that I’d never looked twice at a girl before, was something of a shock.”

“And you talked with Harry about this.” Draco sounded confused. “While you two were…” Draco put his hands in his face and gave up all pretence of knowing what was going on.

“Well, not while we were actually otherwise engaged, but around then.” Theo drummed his fingers absently on his desk. “We get on rather better than might be expected. I think I like him.”

“Yes,” Draco’s voice sounded a bit far away and he wondered what other surprises were in store for him. “Well,” he said, “at least your reaction is a lot calmer than Pansy’s was.” Draco laughed, “She actually sent me a howler.”

Theo’s lips quirked into a slight smile. “Sounds about right.”

“To be frank, I didn’t actually tell her,” Draco smiled. “She barged into my room at the townhouse on Sunday and walked in on us.”
Theodore laughed. “Ohh, she must have pitched a fit.”

“Pitched a fit and seemed about ready to pitch Harry out the window,” Draco laughed, shaking his head. “She stormed out and then sent me owls all bloody afternoon and finally a howler. I had to go to her place and calm her down. Who knows what she would have sent next!”

Theo’s jaw tightened. “I see,” he said shortly.

Draco stopped short, looking up at the change in the other man’s tone. “Shite,” he said quietly. He leaned forward again, “Theo, she is scared. Pansy plays the tough. You know that. But in many ways she really isn’t. Don’t tell her I told you, just go find her and let her know how you feel. If Harry can call you an idiot and get away with it, can I ask you not to be one?”

Theo made a frustrated noise and stood, starting to pace. “I don’t believe her.”

Draco watched him pace a minute and finally reached his own hand out and caught Theo’s hand, and looking up at him. “Theo, she loves you,” she does.

“Could have fooled me,” Theo snapped.

“But you are not a fool, Theo,” Draco said still holding his hand and looking up at him, “None of us have much trust in love, do we?”

Theo pulled back and turned away. “It’s not as if anyone has ever loved me,” he said coldly.

Draco crossed his arms on his chest and sat back, feeling rebuffed. “No, because Pansy can’t possibly love you, can she? She can’t possibly be getting this upset over you because she cares, can she? Theo, it is now my turn to call you an idiot.”

“You knew what I meant,” Theo snapped.

“Do I?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “You mean that all of us had manipulative jerks for parents? Then, yes. But do you mean that no one cares about you, well then you are fucking blind, Theo!”

Theodore’s eyes flashed. “Draco,” he said, voice low and very, very calm. “Don’t you have a case to be working on?”

Draco stood up slowly, and stepped into Theo’s personal space and looked him in the eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly, “I do. Or at least I still think I do if no one has taken it over in the last few hours. And, I guess I am an idiot, too because I thought the welfare of my two best friends was important.”

“It’s not,” Theodore said tersely. “Now get out before I do something I’ll regret.”

“You know how to find me if you want to,” Draco said quietly, nearly whispering and then turned and left. He didn’t slam the door but he didn’t close it either.

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Chapter 8: Nine Day Wonder

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 6/?.
Chapter Title: Drive Me Crazy
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and cinnamin_sins.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
Warnings: Language, discussing sex.
Summary: Draco tries to talk with Pansy.

Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003

He was driving her insane. She told him to be quick. She told him to send Harry straight home. That was hours ago. She’d gone as far as sending an owl every half hour with the word “Bastard” clearly printed. And yet he still didn’t find it important enough to make their meeting. That’s it, he was going to get a howler…

~~~
Draco Fucking Malfoy! You have no common decency for anyone, but yourself?
I thought you had fucking DIED when you didn’t show up after my first owl.
I find you in bed with fucking POTTER! Our jobs are at stake and all you care
about is FUCKING Potter! Literally! I can’t stand you sometimes.

I’m done waiting. I’ll figure out how to save my job on my own.
~~~

Satisfied with the lovely red parchment, she sent it off, lying back on her bed and stretching out. All she wanted to do now was fade away into nothingness. She didn’t want to be in this flat, she didn’t want to be away from Theo, and she didn’t want to think about the Ministry.

Too many things were going through her mind. She briefly wondered if she was being irrational about Draco, and if maybe, just maybe, she might have read into things with Theo. But between her worry and her short temper, all that made sense was trying to get some sleep.

Draco Apparated directly into Pansy’s living room. He looked around and, seeing that the living room was empty, he strode down the hall to Pansy’s bedroom. He pushed the door open and walked into the room, staring down at the sleeping woman in the bed. Sleeping, she looked innocent and child-like.

His mind flashed back to a small girl with dark hair and big eyes. She stood with her hands on her hips and her face screwed up in a frown. “Draco,” she admonished, “you have to do what I say!” He had regarded her with one raised eyebrow and had asked calmly, “Why?” She had not been able to keep a tear from slipping down her cheek as she tried to sound imperious, “Because you love me.” And it had been true.

Now, he sat gently on the side of the bed and reached a hand out to her shoulder, gently shaking her. “Pans, I’m here.”

Pansy opened one eye, arching her brow. “Fucking prat,” she said with a low growl. “I wait all day and you come when I barely lay down.”

With a disgruntled sigh, she opened the other eye and sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at him. She was beyond angry with him. He had left her worried and angry and worried and even angrier. This was not the day to be toying with her emotions.

“Yes, I am horrible. And I am here now,” he said with a wry half-smile. “So, what is this about your job and Theo? Why are you here?”

“Don’t sweet talk me, Draco. Don’t you even dare or I’ll leave you to fend for yourself like a mangy dog,” she scolded.

Draco rolled his eyes, “So what do you want from me Pansy? Am I supposed to yell back?” He shook his head. “Not playing that game today. I am in too good a mood. Just tell me.”

“Good moods be damned. That was wrong and you know it. And this is your karma. A karma that’s biting me in the arse too.”

She huffed, uncrossing her arms, but her gaze still hard and cold. “It seems the Ministry didn’t appreciate my article. They’re putting me under investigation for publishing supposedly top-secret Ministry details. They’re also in search of my “source” who I refuse to give up, but for some reason I can’t bloody well remember why any longer,” she growled. “Regardless, I still hold my loyalties. And they’re intending to use Veritaserum on every employee in the Ministry until they find the culprit. Are you satisfied?”

Draco sat listening to her rant, leaning back on his arms. He waited for minute, and then asked, “And Theo? Why are you here instead of with him?”

“Because he doesn’t want this to affect his job. He doesn’t want my bitchy attitude and trouble with authority affecting his place at the Ministry any more than it already will. So I left. Because it was the easiest way to stay out of his way,” she said with a deep breath, falling back onto the bed. “Not to mention no one expects me here so I can hideout for a while.”

Draco sat up, folding his hands in his lap and nodding. “He say that or did you assume that?” Draco asked.

“Prat,” she hissed, not wanting to admit that truth at all. “I’m not going to talk to him. I don’t want to. If his job is that bloody important to him then I won’t fucking push it.”

Draco nodded, and then, turning, lay down beside Pansy on the bed, his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. “So what are we all doing on our vacation?”

“I assume you’re fucking Potter while I wallow in solitude,” she said bitterly. “I could care less about what anyone else is doing. I don’t want to leave this bed.”

“Probably,” he answered. “But I have never seen you give up so easily before. Not much like the Pansy Parkinson that tied me to a tree when we were eight.”

“You threw dirt in my hair,” she whined, sitting up and staring down at him.

It was amazing how good he looked from this angle. She’d never quite noticed it before. He wasn’t just the young boy anymore that she was told to marry. He’d grown into his body…and well. His hair wasn’t as fair as it was when they were younger, taking on more golden hues.

“You of all people should know the importance of hair, Draco Malfoy,” she huffed.

He laughed, nodding, “Of course, I do.” He turned on his side facing her. “And I doubt the ministry would ever be able to push Pansy Parkinson around. They just aren’t clever or mean enough.”

Pansy lay down again, watching him shyly and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. She never understood how he did it, making her forget why she was ever mad at him in the first place. It was a skill that could never be learned, she was sure of that much.

“Freedom of press, freedom of speech. It’s a journalist’s creed. They’re taking that from me. And even with that…I can’t let them find you out. It goes beyond friendship. Our sources are our lives when it comes to that job. If we go back on that trust, we’ve got nothing.”

“True,” he nodded. “I am sure they will back down when they see you aren’t just going to roll over for them.” He smiled at her righteous anger. This was his Pansy, the woman you only pissed off at your own risk. “And don’t worry about me. My solicitor could hold up any them up for so long, I would be retiring before they could fire me. Like you said, my family money does have its uses.”

“I can’t lose my job,” she said, tucking her head into his shoulder. “Doesn’t matter that I own more than half the company thanks to mum. I could still lose my job because of this. I may complain about it a lot, but I’d rather it be me than anyone else. At least I know I’m not publishing crap like Rita Skeeter. She was the first I fired when I got my position.”

He smelled good. She could still smell the faint scent of sex, but it didn’t bother her. The scent of his cologne was just too sweet and too comfortable. It reminded her of short naps on long couches in the Common Room, curled up in front of the fire with him. Happier times. Easier times.

“You won’t loose your job, Pansy. I know you.” He smiled, resting his head on his arm under him. “But I need to talk to you about the other thing. About Harry.”

Damn! He just had to bring up Potter when she was happily living in a memory. With an irritated sigh, she glanced up through her lashes at him, draping her arm over his side as she moved closer to his warmth. “Weasley is going to be so angry with you; more so than usual. He’s unreasonably jealous when it comes to Potter. And I can’t say I condone it. I may have cheated on Millie with Theo, but look where that got me. Alone again.”

“What Weasley thinks has never been my concern, Pansy.” He reached out held her chin with the fingers of his free hand, looking into her face, “This is something I really want. When is the last time I asked you for a real favour?”

“It’s been awhile,” she hummed, unbelieving of that fact itself. “What do you need, darling?”

“Remember when you said I needed to change my lack of a love life or turn into Filch?” he asked. “Well, I have. And this is what I want. This is whom I want. I just need you not to make it any more difficult than it already is. Nothing about it in the Prophet. You don’t tell anyone. Let us figure it out without having to fight the entire Wizarding world.”

“And Theo?” she sighed with relent.

She may not have been talking with him or living with him at the moment, but eventually she would have to face him again. And she couldn’t lie to him. Fags were one thing, but their friendships were another. That and she was pretty sure he found out about the fags anyway. Yet another reason she wasn’t minding the flat too much.

“I will talk with Theo,” Draco answered, sneering slightly, “Though I doubt he will be too surprised actually.” He cupped her chin and ran a finger over her lips. “Thanks, Pans.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed his fingertips as they crossed her lips. A silent memory swept through her mind, a flutter of her stomach, a clenching of her chest, a memory of past love. Just another letdown. Just because she understood now, didn’t mean her thoughts had changed much.

She knew he was only rebelling his family’s wishes. And she couldn’t blame him for that. But she could blame herself for getting too close; just as she had done with Tracey and Theo…and even Millie at one time.

Something in Draco stirred to life at the feel of her kissing his fingertips, memories of stolen kisses and shared intimacies fluttered in his mind. He caressed her check for a moment and then slowly pulled his hand back.

“I should be going now,” he spoke softly. “Let me know if you need any help from me. I will owl Theo and check in with him too.” He rolled off the bed and stood up.

Pansy nodded, trying to ignore the sinking feeling her stomach as he left the bed. She curled up gently, resting her head on the pillows again as her eyes stayed trained on him. She bit her lip hesitantly, not wanting him to go now that he was here, but knowing there was no other choice really. “Draco, do me a favour now and don’t tell Theo where I am. Feel free not to tell him you talked to me at all.”

Draco looked down and shook his head sadly at this friend. “You should talk to him, you know,” he said.

“I will,” she whispered sadly, snuggling against her pillows more like a lost child. “I just want some time to myself. If he really wanted to find me, he could. He’s probably got some tracker spell on my anyway. I just don’t want to talk to him right now.”

She pouted slightly, trying to stifle a sudden yawn. “Go back to Potter. I know that’s what you’re planning. Besides, you’re too perky for me. And I don’t want to know.”

“Good night, Pans. You know where to find me if you need me,” he said and then Apparated away.

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Chapter 7: True Confessions

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 5/?.
Chapter Title: Morning After
Chapter Authors: slashpervert, aveeno_baby and cinnamon_sins.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 4580 Words
Chapter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
Warnings: Sex, slash, language.
Summary: Harry wakes up in bed with Draco. Pansy comes looking for Draco.

Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003

Draco’s arm was practically numb, with Harry still laying on it. They had turned to their side in the night and now Draco was pressed against Harry’s back with the brunet facing away from him. He smiled at the messy black hair in his face. He couldn’t help but nuzzle them, inhaling Harry’s scent. His right hand was free and he used that to enjoy the texture of Harry’s back, feeling the satiny skin and the strong muscles underneath.

Harry made a soft sound and turned over, moving closer to the warmth next to him. He yawned and blinked open his eyes before he shut them quickly, covering them with his hand. “Damn…light. Ugh, my head.” He pressed his forehead against Draco’s chest.

“Mmmm, if light makes you snuggle closer, maybe I should open more of the drapes?” Draco drawled, smirking at the other man. He loved the feel of Harry pressed against him and his body was definitely awake to the sensations.

Harry blinked again and looked up, gasping at the shock of blond hair. It wasn’t a dream then. He swallowed, but didn’t move back. “I have a headache,” he whispered.

Draco kissed Harry’s forehead gently, stroking his hair back from his face. He nodded. Then looked away from the bed, saying firmly, “Beckett, come here.” Seconds later, the house elf appeared. “Bring me a hangover potion from the cupboard, and both coffee and tea service.” The house elf starred for a moment at the brunette in his Master’s bed. “Now, Beckett,” Draco added and the elf disappeared.
Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s chest again, breathing in deeply. He just…he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. “I hate headaches,” he muttered.

A few minutes later, the elf reappeared holding a tray. Draco nudged Harry, “Sit up now so he can put the tray on the bed.”

Harry pulled back, sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard, his eyes remaining closed.

The elf placed the large bed tray on the bed. It was wide enough for two and had a little vase of flowers, a small Green and Silver china tea service with matching tea and coffee pots, a plate of rolls, a vial with the potion and a small role of parchment. “Master Draco,” the elf said, “The letter came for you during the night.” Draco nodded, handing the potion to Harry and pouring Harry a cup of coffee first. Then he made his own tea and opened the letter.

Harry quickly drank the potion, grimacing at the taste. He set it down and laid back again, watching Draco read the letter through half open eyes.

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, setting the letter down. He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip of the hot sweet drink. “Drink some coffee, Harry, it will help,” he said.

Harry picked up his cup and took a sip, sighing softly. He didn’t know why he was acting like drinking coffee in bed naked with an equally naked Draco Malfoy was perfectly normal.

Draco smiled at Harry and couldn’t help thinking how adorable the other man looked in the morning. Sipping his tea again, he set it down and reached for a breakfast roll, setting it on a plate and offering it to Harry. “Feeling any better yet?”

Harry nodded a bit and took the plate from Draco, picking up the roll. He broke it in half, looking at him. “I’m okay,” he answered, placing the other half on Draco’s plate for him. Draco smirked, picking up the other half of the roll and nibbling at it, watching Harry as he did so. Then he reached over and tucked a loose strange of Harry’s hair behind the other man’s ear.

Harry blushed slightly, taking a small bite out of his half of the roll. He could remember bits and pieces of what happened last night, including the fact that he was Draco’s first. He shifted, feeling a bit sore, in both ways. But Ron…he loved him, sure, but there was something different about Draco, something that he wanted more of. He knew that was why he was still laying in bed with him instead of running out of the room. “It’s really messy, right?” he asked after a moment, smiling. “And it’s getting long.”

“What is that, Harry?” Draco asked. He met Harry’s eyes and waiting, having to remember to keep breathing.

“My hair … you think I should cut it?” he asked, biting his lip. He always did this; talking about useless things because he didn’t know what else to say.

Draco reached out and cupped Harry’s chin, rubbing his thumb over Harry’s lips. “I like your hair, always have. Always.” He leaned forward, gently kissing Harry.

Harry kissed him back, making a small noise in the back of his throat. He wished he knew all of this before.

Draco pushed the tray away from them and leaned into Harry, bring both hands up to cup his face, deepening the kiss.

***

Pansy Apparated directly into Draco’s townhouse. Silly boy…shouldn’t have made that exception for her. “Draco, you prat! You better be seriously injured to be over two hours late in meeting with me. If you aren’t, you’re going to be,” she threatened and heading towards the stairs.

She climbed the stairs loudly. This was serious and she was angry. They were both going to get in trouble with the Ministry…and either he didn’t care or something was wrong. Anger and worry…not a good combination.

“Draco!” she called out one last time, pushing open the door to his turret room on the top floor. As the door creaked out, she gasped, turning away. “Bloody hell!”

Draco startled, looking back over his shoulder from his position atop Harry. He sighed and gritted his teeth, sitting up and turning to face his soon-to-be-ex-friend. “Pansy, what are you doing in my room?”

“I think the more appropriate question is what is Potter doing in your room…under you…naked!” she exclaimed, refusing to look at Harry. This was just too disturbing. Even for her.

Harry chose that moment to slowly sink down, pulling the covers up and over his head. There. He wasn’t there anymore.

Draco scowled, getting out for bed and stomping over to Pansy. “Who I have in my bed and what they are doing there is my own business, Pansy!”

“You’re right. It is your business. However, besides the fact that he’s not bloody single and I just did a bloody article on that fact…when I owl you telling you that both our jobs are at stake, it becomes my business. Not all of us have daddy’s fortune to survive off of, Draco. Not all of us have someone to turn to for moral support. And not all of us are staying in a bloody flat that they hate,” she screamed, glaring at the lump of covers that was Harry Potter. “And for Salazar’s sake put some bloody clothes on. I don’t want to see your dangly bits right now.”

Draco blushed when he realized he had been standing fully naked in front of Pansy. He growled and stomped over to the bed, wrapping a black silk robe around his body and tying it closed. When he turned back, his face was calm again and he walked back to her. “Pansy, I understand you are upset,” Draco gestured her toward the window seat. “Let’s sit down and talk about this.”

“Not until he leaves,” she said with a scowl. “He should be getting back to his boyfriend before Weasley starts to worry about Potter’s whereabouts.”

Draco’s face coloured bright pink and his eyes narrowed. Pansy knew this was not a good sign. It was a sign that she had pushed further than he was willing. In a cold, angry voice, Draco said, “HE is not going anywhere, Pansy! Be a bitch about this and I swear I will throw you out myself.”

Harry pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, sighing. He swore he felt another headache coming on. He did have a boyfriend. He should go home just to tell Ron he was okay. But he didn’t want to… He bit his lip and poked his head out, looking at the two of them. “Draco… don’t do that.”

Draco glanced at Harry, but then turned back to Pansy, saying, “This is my home, no one tells me who I can and can’t have here. Understand me, Pansy, this is not negotiable.”

Pansy’s jaw clenched and she ground her teeth. “Fine, Draco. Call me a bitch. But are you willing for him to know we might both lose our jobs because of the case you’re working on? And put some clothes on, Potter. I don’t want to think about you in the nude so close to lunch.”
“So fucking loud,” he murmured, slipping back under the sheets. “You want me to get dressed, yet you don’t want to see me naked. How the hell do you expect me to get dressed then, hm?” He was beginning to get aggravated and then hearing about the possibility of Draco losing his job.

Draco looked sympathetically at Harry and then frowned at Pansy. He took a big deep breath and tried to control his tone. “Pansy, again, I am sorry that you are upset. If you will go wait for me in the sitting room, I will have Beckett bring you something. I will be down in a bit.”
“Why don’t I just go back to my flat now that I know you’re alive,” she hissed. “I have to make it comfortable to live in again. Who knows how long I’ll have to stay there…”

Draco raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Thank you, Pansy. I will come over later and we can talk about things. Did you say your flat? Where is Theo? Whatever it is, I am sure we can sort it out.”

“Theo,” she sighed. “Theo seems to find his job more important than my freedom of press. So rather than have him avoid me, I moved back into the flat.” Pansy turned for the door, looking back sadly with thoughts of Theo on her mind. “Don’t take too long, Draco. I’ve been waiting long enough and I’m not in the best mood. Goodbye, Potter. Have a nice talk with Weasley.” She stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her and Apparating back to her flat with a loud crack.

Draco rested his head against the door for a minute muttering under his breath, “And she thinks she has been waiting a long time.” He pushed off from the door and turned to face Harry. Walking toward the bed and allowing the silk dressing gown to fall from his shoulders, slithering to the floor as he came to stand naked in front of Harry.

Harry waited until he heard the door close before he pulled the covers down. “She’s…” He took a good look at Draco, his mouth going dry. “Gone.” He blushed hard and looked away, knowing it wasn’t good to stare like that.

“Merlin, yes, Harry. She is gone,” Draco smiled. He had reached the bed and was looking down at Harry. When the other man blushed, Draco couldn’t resist any longer, climbing into bed and reaching out for Harry’s face, pulling his face back to look into his eyes. He leaned forward holding Harry chin in one hand and bracing himself on the bed with the other, and gently kissed Harry.

Harry kissed him back, sighing softly. Every time he kissed him, Harry forgot everything else that was on his mind.

Deepening the kiss, Draco pushed gently forward taking Harry back down on the bed, and his body pressed into the other man. Sliding skin against skin even has his tongue explored Harry’s mouth.

Harry gently nipped on Draco’s tongue, moaning softly as he was pressed back into the bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him closer.

Draco began kissing Harry’s chin and rubbing his face against Harry’s even as he wrapped one hand in Harry’s hair and the other slid down his body exploring.

Harry arched slightly, kissing Draco harder. He started to move his hands up and down Draco’s back as he bit down on Draco’s lip.
Kissing his way back Harry jaw, Draco licked at the other man’s ear before whispering, “Did you say something about fucking yourself on my cock?” To emphasize his point, Draco rubbed against Harry, letting him feel just how hard the thought made him.

Harry shuddered, nodding quickly. “I…I remember..” He bit his lip and thrust up against him.

Draco groaned at the feel of Harry bucking against him. He brought his face up, looking into Harry’s eyes. “Do you really,” one eyebrow lifted, Draco asked. “After the hangover this morning, I thought you might claim you were drunk and didn’t remember anything.”

“I don’t remember everything exactly. Bit and pieces,” he replied, looking back at him. “I definitely remember that, though.” He leaned up and kissed him lightly.

Draco sat up, straddling Harry. He looked appraisingly down at Harry. He reached for Harry’s right hand, kissed it and lay it on his chest. “You remember this?” he asked as he moved Harry’s hand down the centre of his chest, along that long straight line.

Harry curved his finger as Draco’s moved it down, gently scratching the raised skin. “I remember…”

“Ahhh,” Draco sighed, arching his back and rubbing his ass astride Harry’s hips. He reached down, with his left hand running his fingers over Harry’s chest, lightly scratching across muscle and then across each nipple.

Harry gasped softly as he looked up at Draco. He pressed the pad of his thumb against his scar and rubbed it a bit harder, watching Draco’s expression.

Draco gasped and closed his eyes, his hands grasping Harry’s chest and his legs clenching around the other man’s hips.

Harry let his hand fall away, just looking up at Draco. “We never did do it…”

Draco looked back down at Harry, raising an eyebrow, “We did a lot, what is it we didn’t do?”

Harry sat up, looking down for a moment before he leaned forward and whispered hotly into Draco’s ear, “Me fucking myself on your cock.”

Draco grinned, “Oh, yesss!” He grabbed Harry’s face with both hands, kissing him fiercely.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco before he turned, flipping them over. He pressed Draco into the bed and kissed him harder before he sat up, smirking at him. “Had to fix our position,” he stated.

Draco nodded, his eyes widened and his heart beating fast. He smiled up into those sparkling green eyes. He ran his hands down Harry’s chest and over his thighs teasing.

Harry smiled down at him, wrapping his hand around Draco’s cock. “So hard already,” he whispered, stroking him teasingly.

“Yes,” Draco whispered, “For you, yes.” His hands on Harry’s thighs gripped tightly and he looked up hungrily at his lover.

“You’re so hot like this,” he said softly, biting his lip. He stopped stroking and whispered the spell before he wrapped his hand around Draco’s cock again, lubing him up. When he was done, he reached back and spread a bit over his entrance, moaning softly.

Draco moaned at the feel of Harry’s lubed hand on him. He reached up coating his own palm with some of the lube and taking Harry’s cock in his hand.

Harry moaned loudly, but pushed Draco’s hand away, breathing hard. “I want to last…” he whispered, getting up on his knees and positioning himself over Draco’s cock.

Draco nodded, throwing his hands over his head and gripping the headboard. He felt both vulnerable and safe, under Harry. It was like nothing he had every experienced. He watched, his eyes narrowed and intense as Harry positioned himself.

Harry started to sit down, the head of Draco’s cock pressing against his entrance before it slowly pushed inside. He bit his lip hard at the pain, but continued to move down, hand gripping the sheets.

“Gods, Harry!” Draco gasped. “You feel amazing!” Draco’s hands gripped the headboard and his feet were stretched taunt as he held himself still as Harry slowly pushed him inside.

Harry groaned as he sat down all the way, moving his hands onto Draco’s chest. He dug his nails into the skin and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get used to the feeling.

“Are you …? Does it hurt?” Draco asked, watching Harry intently. “You look so beautiful”

Harry managed to blush harder, opening his eyes just a bit. “No, you look beautiful,” he whispered, running a hand down his chest.
Arching into the other man’s hand, Draco whispered, “Harry, gods.”

“I’m okay,” he said, rising up slightly then sitting back down. “Feels … good…”

“Gods, Harry! Please, fuck me,” Draco cried out, trembling.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco, his hips started to rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

Draco began to move with his lover, meeting his down stroke with his own upward thrust and still gripping the headboard to give him leverage. He met Harry’s kiss passionately, his tongue thrusting with his body.

Harry whimpered, starting to rise and fall faster. If there was one thing he loved about this position, it was that the penetration itself was so deep. Almost on every thrust he could feel the tip of Draco’s cock against the spot. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

It felt to Draco as if his world had narrowed to the feeling of himself inside of Harry; the tight heat, the amazing friction and the feel of Harry’s weight coming down to meet him with every thrust. And then the world exploded, the fire starting in his cock and rippling out through the rest of this body, tearing a scream from him as he arched up into Harry.

Harry sat back when Draco arched, slowing down the movement of his hips. He wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke himself, gently clenching around Draco. He came a few strokes later, groaning then going still, breathing hard.

Draco was still shuddering and gasping, watching his lover as Harry came. He reached for him then, pulling him down against him, wrapping his fingers in Harry’s hair and kissing him with the intensity of what he was feeling.

Harry slowly kissed him back, sighing softly. He was so comfortable that he didn’t even want to move, but he knew that if they stayed like this, they’d end up doing it all over again. Harry didn’t want Parkinson to be even angrier at Draco.

Draco’s held Harry tight against him, stroking his dark hair and sighing contentedly. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this peaceful.
Harry shifted, letting Draco’s cock slip out of him. He didn’t move completely off him though, burying his face in Draco’s neck and breathing in deeply. He was falling asleep before he even knew it.

***

At first, Draco thought he was having a nightmare – the sound of Pansy’s shouting filling his ears. At the second repetition of “fucking Potter,” his eyes popped open. He was aware of the man in question was lying atop him still, his face pressed against his neck.

As Pansy’s voice stopped ranting Draco turned his head toward the side of the bed the sound had emanated from to find Beckett standing there, his wide eyes regarding the bed and a silver receiving tray in hand. The tray was laden with parchment, the top one red and open.

“What the bloody hell now?” Draco cursed.

Harry groaned softly at the sound assaulting his ears. It was so peaceful. He blinked open his eyes, turning his head in the same direction as Draco’s. He heard most of the letter, but he thought it was a dream, but now that it was really there, and loud, too, Harry bit his lip. He probably overstayed his welcome by now. “Draco,” he whispered, shifting to sit up slowly.

Draco sighed, laying his head back against the pillow and turning his face to Harry. “Sorry about Pansy,” he grimaced, “She’s usually not this bad.” With one arm still around Harry, he brought the other up to run his fingers through the mess of Harry’s hair.

“It’s okay…” He stayed like that for a moment, sighing as Draco ran a hand through his hair. As much as he wanted to stay, he felt that he probably shouldn’t. “Draco…I should go.”

Draco tensed, unconsciously tightening his arm around Harry. “I know I need to talk with Pansy. And you probably need to talk to…” Draco hesitated. “Your roommate.” Draco sighed, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to go either,” he whispered. “But the longer we hold it off…”

Draco shook his head, “the longer we have to be together?” He looked into Harry’s eyes, trying to read what he saw there. “So what happens next? I have to know. I can’t go back to the way things were.”

Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts. “It won’t go back to the way things were, Draco.” He blushed, sitting up, and looking down at him. “I don’t want it to.” he brushed his fingers over Draco’s cheek, smiling slightly. “You and I… I want something.”

Draco felt a frisson of pleasure in his chest when Harry spoke. He really didn’t understand the emotions running through him right now. But Harry had always had a powerful effect on his emotions. He sat up too, pulling Harry against him and kissing him gently, lingeringly. As he pulled back, he looked again in to Harry’s green eyes, “I want you.”

Draco glanced sideways at the still waiting, still starring house elf. He sighed, “Beckett, set the tray on the side table, take away the old breakfast tray and bring us more tea and coffee.” The house elf nodded, set the tray down and disappeared.

“I need to get dressed and go see what has Pansy in such an uproar.” He grinned, raising an eyebrow, “Besides us that is. You could stay if you like. Be waiting when I get back?”

Harry nodded, smiling again. “I’ll be here. Don’t take too long, I guess. He’s out of the country right now…so I don’t have to go now.” He relaxed in Draco’s lap, shifting and wrapping his legs around his waist. “I’m hungry though.”

Warmth spread through Draco when Harry said he would be there. He grinned, looking happily at him.

At that moment, Beckett reappeared, holding another tray with coffee and tea. Draco looked up at the house elf. “Ah, Beckett. This,” he nodded at the man in his lap, “is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Beckett.” The house elf’s eyes widened even more and he nodded back. “Beckett, from now on you will get Harry whatever he wants in this house. Understand?” The house elf frowned, seeming to think about the order. Then he gave one slow nod. Draco ignored his hesitation, “Good, put the service on the table by the window seat.”

Harry blushed, pulling at the covers so that they were over their hips. “Hello, Beckett,” he said, smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Beckett put the serving tray on a round table in the centre of the half circle of the large window seat. He turned back toward the bed when Harry spoke to him and gave a brief nod.

“Beckett doesn’t talk much,” Draco said to Harry. Smiling he added, “And I think you gave him a fright last night.” Beckett came back to stand in front of the bed. Draco said to the elf, “Beckett, bring Harry and I some food. Something quick though, since I have to go see Ms. Parkinson.” The elf disappeared.

Draco kissed Harry again. He couldn’t seem to stop doing that. “I am going to get dressed now.” Draco smiled as he looked down at Harry. “But that would probably be easier to do if your legs weren’t wrapped around me. Not that that bothers me, you see…”

“How did I give him a fright?” Harry asked, slipping off of his lap and sitting down next to Draco.

Draco’s face turned a bit pink again and he gave Harry a quick kiss before climbing out of the bed. “Um, don’t you remember him trying to come to my rescue last night?” Draco picked up his wand and did a quick cleaning spell on himself. “Oh, there is a bath though there,” Draco gestured toward a doorway.

Harry thought hard. “Oh!” He blushed, grinning shyly. “I remember…” He glanced at the door. “Wish you could take it with me,” he whispered, shifting on the bed. “I’m all sticky..”

Draco’s breath caught at the image of Harry in a bath, with him and his heart sped up. “Um, me too.” Draco grinned and walked over to sit in the window seat. He patted the seat next to him and began pouring tea and coffee for the two of them. The windows were wide open, the colours of the setting sun lighting the sky behind him. “If you wait for the bath, I will when I get back.”

Harry glanced at the wide-open window, then at the coffee. He smirked and got out of the bed, stretching before he started to walk over to where Draco sat. “I’ll use a cleaning charm,” he answered, sitting down and picking up his cup. “And wait for you.”

“Good,” Draco handed him his coffee and leaned back. He waved his wand, saying quietly, “Accio casual black and green.” A set of clothes flew from his closet landed on the window seat on the other side from Harry. Draco stood, stretching his long lean muscular form and then picked up his pants and began dressing.

Harry watched him, sipping at his coffee. He didn’t even want to think about explaining all of this to Ron now. It was just too good.

Draco pulled the black silk trousers over his hips and reached for the button down green cotton short-sleeved shirt. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and began buttoning the shirt. As he did so, he held Harry’s gaze, smiling in a way that let the other man know he was thinking about Harry touching him.

“You’re going to tell me everything, right? Like what she meant by there being a possibility of you both losing your jobs … you know I won’t let that happen. You’re the best partner I’ve had in a long time.” He took a long sip of his coffee again, biting his lip.

Draco smiled, tucking his shit into his pants. “I will tell you when I know. Most likely it is Pansy over-reacting to something.” He bent over and kissed Harry, then leaning in close, added, “Your partner, yes; your best partner, Harry. Remember that.”

Harry nodded slowly. “Of course I’ll remember that.” He smiled, leaning back in the seat again. “Good luck…I really hope it isn’t anything too bad.”

Draco slipped his socks on and then stepped into his shoes. A small dressing charm tied the laces neat and he leaned over, bracing one hand on the back of the window seat rest and kissed Harry again. “Soon,” he smiled, giving Harry’s lip a quick lick before standing and Apparating away.

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Chapter 6: Drive Me Crazy

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 4/?.
Chapter Title: Draco’s Secret
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.
Beta(s): nefernat  
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 7170 Words
Chapter Characters: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Sex, slash, language.
Summary: Harry and Draco meet for drinks at a local club’s opening night party. Things go much further than either of them would have guessed. Draco reveals a secret. Harry makes promises. 

Saturday, Oct. 11, 2003

Draco strolled into the club about a quarter to eight. The place was just full enough to allow him to feel comfortable without being overcrowded yet. He looked around, seeing a fair number of familiar faces. He walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. Making sure to not look like he was searching the room as he continued to glance around until he spotted a head of unruly black hair. He smiled and took as sip of his drink, keeping an eye on Harry from a distance.

Harry glanced at the bar and saw a familiar head of blond hair. He excused himself from Hermione and got up, walking through the crowd and over to it. He ordered himself a drink from the bartender then turned to look at Draco, smiling slightly. “Hello there.”

Draco’s heart sped up as he saw Harry approaching through the crowd. He took a big gulp and ordered another drink. He pretended not to have noticed Harry until he stood beside him, “Well, hello Harry.”

Harry picked up his drink and took a small sip, glancing up at him. “You actually came,” he commented.

Draco smirked, thinking, not yet. “You sound surprised? Didn’t I say I would?”

Harry nodded, blushing a bit. “But it’s just different. Actually seeing you here.”

Oh, Harry blushing was so hot. Damn, Draco thought. This is Harry, he doesn’t see me like that, he reminded himself. Draco looked into Harry’s eyes and got a bit lost looking into that intense green. He licked his lips and said, “Yes, I suppose it is. We haven’t been anywhere social since school, have we?”

Harry was not staring at Draco’s mouth. No, wait, wait. He was. This only made his blush deepen. “Nowhere near social. We have a lot of time to make up for, I guess. Being partners now and everything.”

In anyone else, Draco might have thought Harry they were flirting. But this was Harry. That blush was starting to get to him, or maybe it was having Harry standing so close and staring at him like that. “Yes, maybe we should get away from the office more.” Just as he was kicking himself for such a lame response, someone bumped into him, pressing him against Harry, which trapped Harry’s body between his and the bar. And it felt sooo good.

Harry gasped softly, biting his lip. He tried to ignore the fact that Draco was pressed up against him, but he couldn’t … and the alcohol was finally beginning to get into his system. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered, his skin completely flushed now. “Away from the office more often.”

Oh, gods but Draco’s skin-tight black jeans had just gotten uncomfortably tight and hot. Only being pressed against Harry wasn’t something he had the willpower to resist. Even when the person behind him moved back, Draco held his place, allowing the crowd to keep him close to Harry. Every time Harry bit his lip, he wanted to kiss him. Draco was nearly speechless, which one had to admit, was unusual. “Do we want to see if we can find a place away from the bar?” he asked Harry, still staring into his eyes.

“Somewhere else,” he replied quietly, nodding. “Not that this is bad…” Saying too much. First sign of being drunk.

Draco finished the drink he had in hand, and slipped an arm around Harry. “Let’s get some space, okay,” he said as he pulled Harry in close and guided them through the crowd. It felt so nice to have Harry against him like this. So … natural? Can’t think that way, you’ll just get hurt Draco.

He manoeuvred them until he found a waiter. Draco slipped a sizable tip into the waiter’s hand as he asked for a private booth. The man smiled at the two of them and ushered them toward the back of the club and pulled a curtain aside for them. Draco gestured for Harry to slide into the booth.

Harry did so, looking back at Draco. Somehow he managed to save the drink in his hand so he finished that one off, blinking.

Draco ordered another round of drinks from the waiter and slid in after Harry. The booth was cosy, clearly made for a couple. Draco didn’t know whether if was the right thing or not to pull the curtain shut. He looked at Harry, and gestured towards the curtains, “Do you want to watch the crowd or do you want some privacy?” He nearly held his breath waiting for an answer.

“Privacy,” Harry said quickly, not wanting to see the crowd at the moment. He shifted closer to Draco, looking around the booth.

Draco pulled the curtain closed and the silencing spell on them brought the music down low, so that they could actually hear each other without yelling. Sighing, Draco leaned back against the plush seat and took a sip of the drink the waiter had just brought. He looked over at Harry and smiled. “Well, that’s a relief. How are you feeling?”

Harry took another drink and started to sip from it, smiling back at him. “Happy. Are you happy? I’m happy.” He giggled, and leaned over, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Draco’s face. “You have…” He didn’t finish before he licked the side of Draco’s mouth.

Draco smiled at Harry’s drunken glee. But was stunned when Harry licked him. “Uh, yes…Gods, yes!” He leaned forward allowing Harry better access to his mouth.

“Hm.” He looked down at his drink, then back up at Draco. “You want some? You should have some.” He took a small sip, then pressed his lips against Draco’s.

Harry’s mouth was sweet and the taste wasn’t bad either. Draco set his drink down and brought both hands to cup Harry’s face. He opened his mouth to Harry, leaning close enough to pin Harry in the seat.

Harry made a soft noise, kissing him harder for a moment before he pulled away, licking his lips, then Draco’s. “Mm…”

Draco still cradled Harry’s face in his hands and was looking at him like a starving man looks at food. “Harry,” he whispered, breathing in Harry’s breath on his face. He pulled Harry’s face closer again, licking his lips again and pressing in for another, deeper kiss.

Harry kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck and laying back in the seat more. There was something in the back of his mind telling him that there was something wrong, but he ignored it, finding that he rather liked this.

Groaning, Draco kissed Harry as if his life depended on it. While his tongue explored Harry’s mouth, he hand slid back into his thick hair, entangling and gripping the black locks. He was painfully aroused now but it felt very good as he followed Harry’s body down onto the seat, pressing him into the upholstery.

Harry moaned, his hips pressing up against Draco’s. His fingers made their way up into his hair and gripped the silky strands. He tried to breathe through his nose, but when he couldn’t, he pulled back again and breathed in deeply.

When Harry pulled back, Draco took it as an opportunity to start kissing his chin, then his neck, alternating kisses with nips. The scent and feel of Harry was driving him crazy. He hadn’t really drunk that much, but he felt completely intoxicated by the other man.

“Beds are better,” Harry mumbled, tilting his head back so that more of his neck was exposed.

Draco marvelled at what Harry was offering, both the neck stretched for him and the words. “Harry, I want you so bad,” he breathed against Harry’s neck as he nibbled and sucked. “Do you want me to take you… um, to my home?”

Harry nodded quickly, biting his lip again. “I want to go…”

Part of Draco’s brain was telling him this wasn’t real. That Harry was drunk and would hate him in the morning. But years of wanting this beat back the voice. “Hold tight, I am taking you with me.” He leaned forward kissing Harry and Apparating at the same time. They arrived in his bed at the manor. Luckily, Cocoa was not in it at the time.

They landed in the middle of the giant four-poster bed. Harry lay beneath him, and Draco pulled back looking down at the other man. Harry Potter was in his bed. Draco couldn’t believe it was true but he didn’t want to pinch himself just in case it woke him up. “We’re here, beautiful.”

Harry smiled lazily up at him. “Call me Harry,” he replied softly.

Draco shook his head, smiling. “Whatever you want, Harry,” and reached his hand down to stroke his face. At that moment, a house-elf appeared beside the bed, startling him. Draco jumped and then looked over at the silent elf, whose eyes were wider than usual. “Not now,” Draco said and the elf disappeared.

Harry leaned up and grazed his lips over Draco’s, still smiling. “You’re nice,” he whispered, reaching up and running his fingers through Draco’s hair. “And you have soft hair.”

“Ahhh,” Draco sighed as Harry ran his hands through his hair. He preened like a cat being petted. “You have a hundred years to stop that,” he whispered.

“That means I won’t ever stop,” he said, his hands continuing to gently move through his hair.

Draco sighed, a look of total bliss on his face. He was beyond happy at this point. Except, for one problem. “Harry, do you promise to keep doing that even if I have to interrupt us for a minute?” He smiled shyly down at Harry.

Harry smiled back, nodding. He liked doing this for him. “I promise!”

Draco kissed Harry quickly on the lips and then rolled off him. He winced even as he did so, and pulled his wand from where it was hidden in his jacket. He set it on the bedside table and then smiled over at Harry. “These jeans are way too tight right now. I hope you don’t mind if I get more comfortable.” The bulge in his jeans was obvious even in the low light of the room.

Harry turned and looked at him, biting at his lip again. “Let me help,” he said, sitting up in the bed.

Trembling, Draco stepped close to the bed and lifted his arms to rest on the canopy frame, watching Harry.

Harry reached over and ran his hands over Draco’s hips before he stopped, looking up at Draco.

He didn’t know how badly he wanted this before.

He slowly ran his hands over the front of Draco’s jeans, gently pressing down on the bulge before he unzipped them and undid the button. Then he hooked his thumbs in the jeans and started to pull them down.

Draco groaned as Harry’s hands pressed into him and his knees nearly buckled when he began to pull the jeans down. His long fingers wrapped around the canopy support and clung there, hoping to have the strength of will to keep control.

Harry pushed them down all the way, smiling again. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, hooking his thumbs in Draco’s underwear and looking up at him.

Draco looked down at Harry. Gods, he was amazingly sexy. Draco licked his lips, his breath hitching as he tried to find words. “Anything, everything,” he breathed in what sounded almost like a prayer.

Harry pulled his underwear down and ran his hands over the skin of Draco’s hips.

“Okay, anything and everything.” He licked his lips before he leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into his mouth.

“Arrrgghh!” was as coherent as Draco got at this point. He was straining every muscle in his body holding the bed and trying not to buck into Harry’s mouth. His breathing was ragged and he struggled to breathe.

Harry looked up at him again as he swirled his tongue around, his hands gripping Draco’s hips tightly.

Harry’s hands were hot against the skin of Draco’s hips and the wet heat of his mouth was amazing. Draco was practically holding himself up by his hands now as his knees turned weak. He forced himself to open his eyes and look down at Harry. Almost a mistake, he nearly came just from the sight of Harry sucking him.

Harry sucked harder, taking more of Draco into his mouth. After a moment, he started to bob his head, using his hand to stroke what he couldn’t go down on.

“Harry,” Draco rasped, “Harry, if you keep doing that, amazing … uh, I won’t last much longer.”

Harry pulled off, still stroking with his other hand. “You won’t last much longer, huh?”

Draco’s head was spinning, and he felt like he would fall into those green eyes. “No,” his throat was dry from gasping, “Not with you… uugh, that.” His knuckles were sore from where he was still gripping the top of the bed. “What do you want, Harry?”

“You,” Harry said simply, his hand still moving.

Groaning, Draco released the headboard and dropped his hands to Harry’s head, taking hold of his hair and pushing Harry back onto the bed, kissing him. Then he rolled so that he ended up with Harry on top. “I am all yours,” Draco smiled, “but you are wearing too much clothing.”

“You were supposed to help me with that,” Harry answered, pushing himself up again. He looked over at Draco before he pulled his shirt off slowly and dropped it on the floor. Then he turned away and undid his trousers slowly looking over his shoulder at Draco.

Draco had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Harry was stripping. For him. Draco propped himself up on his elbows watching the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. “You are doing very well yourself,” he nearly whispered.

“Thank you,” Harry answered, turning around and pushing his trousers down. He bit his lip as he played with the edge of his boxers, sure he was blushing again.

Draco sat up and reached forward, placing his hands over Harry’s and pulling them down. Pulling Harry back, Draco’s hands traced their way up Harry’s legs to his hips and forward around his waist, he laid his head against the small of Harry’s back. His hands ran up Harry’s chest, feeling him.

Harry sighed before he turned in Draco’s arms, looking at him. “I just noticed you still have your shirt on…” He reached out and started to unbutton it.

Draco’s smile faded. He placed his hand on Harry’s, stopping him. He took a deep breath, looking directly into Harry’s eyes. “Yes, I…” He closed his eyes for a minute. “I don’t often take my shirt off. Not in front of others. Not since Hogwarts.” He watched Harry’s face, waiting to see if he made the connection himself.

Harry’s hand fell away as he understood what Draco was saying. He looked down and nodded, fighting the urge to step back. “I’m sorry.”

Draco held Harry’s hand, not letting him go. With his other hand, he reached up and ripped the shirt open. “I am not. I am not sorry, Harry.” He pulled Harry forward by his hand and laid the palm on his chest.

Harry blinked, staring at his chest for a long moment. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, tracing his finger down it.

Draco moaned has Harry touched his scar. His eyes closed and he nearly came right then.

Harry jerked his hand away again, mistaking the sound for a moan of pain. “Are you okay…”

Draco smiled, reaching for Harry’s hand again and placing it back on his chest. “More than okay, much more.”

Harry looked at him, tilting his head to the side. “You want me to touch it?” he asked. Before Draco answered, Harry lightly scratched his fingernail over the scar, closely watching him for his reaction.

“Yesss,” Draco’s breath caught. “Touch me, there, anywhere.”

Harry nodded, using his thumb to rub circles up and down it as he leaned forward and kissed him.

While Draco’s dreams were good, this was better. Much better. The feel of Harry’s hand, his breath, his lips, his tongue – all combined to make him almost delirious. He ran his hands up Harry’s arms and down his back, feeling the muscles in his body and tracing down to his buttocks. There he cupped his hands and squeezed.

Harry pulled back from the kiss and rested his head on Draco’s shoulder and moaned, his thumb still continuing to move over the scar.

Draco slowly brought one hand around to Harry’s cock and wrapped his long fingers around it, using his thumb to rub the tip, smearing pre-come over the head. His left hand continued to squeeze and tease Harry’s ass.

“Draco,” he moaned softly, not knowing if he should thrust into his hand or push back against his other.

Draco gave him both, bringing his fingers down to stroke Harry’s opening in time with his hand on his cock.

Harry gasped, pushing back against Draco’s fingers. “Bed.”

“Oh, yes,” Draco whispered as he scrambled back into the bed, never taking his eyes off Harry. He lay in the centre of the bed, his arms held out to Harry.

Harry bit his lip, crawling onto the bed and over to Draco. He leaned down and kissed him.

Draco reached for Harry, pulling him atop him and groaning into Harry’s mouth as the feel of Harry’s body pressed down on him. He could feel Harry’s cock pressed against his thigh and his own against Harry’s. Draco fisted his right hand in Harry’s hair and opened his mouth to Harry’s kiss.

Harry started to thrust against Draco, moaning loudly into the kiss. He leaned down more and pressed his chest against Draco’s as he moved his hand up and gripped Draco’s hair tightly.

Draco’s left hand was stroking Harry’s back and then moved lower, caressing his ass. He shifted and pulled Harry over so that their cocks rubbed against each other. Gasping, Draco thrust against Harry and pulled him tighter.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in Draco’s neck, breathing in deeply. He gasped when he felt Draco pressing against him and he only started to thrust harder, groaning.

Draco stretched his neck offering Harry better access. He gasped between thrusts, “Harry …. want…. more … please!”

Harry turned his head and bit down on Draco’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark. The hand Harry had in his hair tightened again as he sucked on the skin, hips still moving.

Draco writhed under Harry, the bite sending him nearly over the edge. “Oh, Gods … Harry, please, want you inside or me inside, want…” Draco was babbling and hoped Harry understood.

“Want me to fuck you?” he whispered into Draco’s ear, licking around the shell. He sat up in his lap and wrapped a hand around Draco’s cock, stroking slowly. “Or do you want me to fuck myself on your cock?”

“Arrgghhh,” Draco moaned incoherently, “YESSSSSS!”

Harry chuckled, shifting down more and opening Draco’s legs. He whispered a lubrication charm before he gently pressed a finger against Draco’s entrance. He looked up at him before he slowly pressed his finger inside, leaning down to kiss his hip.

Draco sighed, and spread his legs, bending his knees up to give Harry better access. “Oh, yes, Harry, more! I want you inside me!”

“Patience,” he said, pushing the finger the rest of the way in. He crooked it, smiling up at him.

Draco grimaced at the comment, just before arching his back in response to Harry’s finger. “Aaahhh, yes!” He was breathing hard, and biting his lip.

Harry bit his lip and pushed the second finger in, as quickly as he dared. He started to scissor the fingers, placing kisses all over Draco’s hips and up the underside of his cock.

Draco tensed a bit as the second finger entered and he breathed deeply willing himself to relax. He had wanted this for so long, now that it was happening, his whole world had narrowed to just Harry and the feelings. It was frightening and it was bliss. His cocked jumped as Harry kissed it and Draco moaned louder, and pushing against both Harry’s mouth and fingers.

Harry thoroughly stretched Draco, whispering the charm when he thought Draco needed it. After a few minutes he slowly pressed a third finger inside of him, distracting him with another kiss.

Draco couldn’t decide if it hurt or not, but he knew he loved the touch of Harry. Even the idea that this was Harry doing this to him was enough. Every movement, every kiss was sweeter than anything he had ever felt. Groaning and using his legs to buck into Harry’s hand, he moaned, “Now, please, Harry!”

Harry slowly pulled his fingers out and got up on his knees, whispering the charm again. He used it to lube himself up this time as he moved up and leaned over Draco, pressing his cock against his entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, pressing just the head in before he could answer him.

Draco looked up as Harry knelt between his legs. He knew he had never seen anything as beautiful. He started to answer Harry, “Yess ahhhhhhh!” He threw his arms out, hands fisting in the covers as he struggled to relax at the sensation of Harry pushing into him.

Harry paused, forcing himself not to move. “You…you, fuck,” Harry moaned, leaning down kissing him softly.

“Yes, please fuck me, Harry!” Draco rasped as he fought to breathe deep and not tense up. It hurt but it felt so amazingly good too.

“Yes,” Harry hissed, thrusting the rest of the way inside of Draco. He was so tight, and Harry knew he should’ve waited longer, but he couldn’t with Draco begging him like that.

“Aaaahhhhh!” Draco cried out when Harry thrust inside him. The pain and pleasure was so intense that Draco shuddered.

Harry paused again, breaths coming out as harsh pants against Draco’s lips. “Draco,” he whispered.

“Master Draco!” yelled Becket standing beside the bed with a fire poker in hand. “The man is hurting Master Draco!” the house elf yelled and threatened Harry with the poker.

Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck as he laughed softly. “Draco… do something…”

“Becket!” Draco barked, his voice harsh from screaming, “Leave the room and do NOT return until I call for you!” The was a pop as the elf disappeared. “Harry, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop,” Harry whispered, starting to pull out of him, “I won’t ever stop.” Harry didn’t know where the sudden strong feelings he had for Draco came from, but he welcomed it with open arms.

“Never stop,” Draco whispered. “Ahhh,” he sighed, spreading his legs wider for Harry. “I have wanted this for so very long.” His hands gripped Harry’s shoulders and he breathed in the scent of the other man.

“You… did?” Harry asked quietly, slowly thrusting inside him.

“Gods, yes,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, squeezing his shoulders and raising his hips to meet each thrust. He loved the feel of Harry’s hair falling to his face as they rocked on the bed.

Harry’s thrusts quickened, his hands moving down and gripping Draco’s hips. “I d-didn’t know,” he murmured, brushing his lips over his cheek.

Draco held onto Harry as he met each thrust, his breath mingling with the other man’s. When Harry kissed his cheek, Draco turned his head, licking at Harry’s lips. “Always you,” he said, nibbling Harry’s chin.

Harry groaned and leaned up a bit, so he wrapped a hand around Draco’s cock. “Me?” he asked, his thrusts getting harder, “Why…”

“Gods! Harry, that’s … bloody … amazing!” He threw his head back groaning and clutched Harry’s shoulders hard enough to bruise. “Harry, you … turned … me … down,” Draco gasped, panting between words, “Wanted … arrggghhhh!” And Draco was coming, his body spasming spasming, shooting into Harry’s hand and onto both their chests.

Harry gasped. Just watching Draco come was probably one of the hottest things he ever saw. It triggered his own climax, making him shudder and fall forward on top of Draco, moaning.

Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s and held him tight, watching his face with delight as the other man came. When Harry collapsed onto him, Draco’s arms also wrapped around Harry’s back, holding him tightly. Harry’s breath tickled Draco’s ear and he smiled, nuzzling Harry’s hair.

Harry sighed softly and shifted, gently slipping out of Draco. He moved off of him and lay down next to him, resting his head on his shoulder. “That was great,” he whispered.

Untangling his legs from Harry’s and sighing as Harry moved, Draco smiled down at the characteristically messy dark hair against his shoulder. “Yes,” he whispered and kissed the top of Harry’s head. His right arm held Harry, laying across his back and resting on his hip. With his left hand, he reached up and carded his fingers through Harry’s thick hair.

Harry made a small noise, pressing against him. “Was it really always me?” he asked softly, looking at him.

Draco held very still for a moment, suddenly finding himself afraid to admit it. What if in the morning, Harry regretted this? How would they work together? His heart sped up and he took a deep breathing, trying to calm down. Steeling himself he whispered, “Yes, always you.”

Harry could hear Draco’s heart speed up and he laid a hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Draco’s gave a short bitter laugh. “When?” he asked, stroking Harry’s hair again. “In first year? Or later? Or?” He shook his head.

“When we first became partners. We…we could’ve had something for so long,” Harry said, biting his lip lightly.

“Had something?” Draco asked softly, “I think you have forgotten that you didn’t trust me then.”

“I trust you now. I really do. I’ve learned to trust you with my life. No matter what other people may think,” he said. He shivered slightly, feeling a bit cold.

Draco pulled back and looked down at Harry, using his hand to turn up Harry’s face and peer into his eyes. He started to say something more but then noticed that Harry was shivering. “Oh, you are cold. Let’s get under the covers.”

Harry nodded, sitting up and reaching for the covers at the edge of the bed. He pulled them up and over them, snuggling up to Draco. “And … I like your bed,” he whispered, resting his head on Draco’s chest again.

Draco revelled in the feel of Harry pressed against him, smiling, “I like you in my bed. First person I have shared it with.”

“Really? You should’ve had more people! They’d like it. It’s really soft and you’re warm, Draco…”

“Only you,” Draco whispered against Harry’s warmth.

Harry smiled again. He started to run his finger over Draco’s scar, sighing contently.

“Aahhh,” Draco shivered at the touch. He gripped Harry tightly.

“Meow?” Cocoa asked as she jumped into the bed and cocked her head looking at the stranger.

Harry turned his head and looked at the cat that just jumped on the bed, his finger still moving over Draco’s scar.

The cat’s blue eyes glowed in the dim room and she looked from Draco to Harry and back again. Draco squirmed under Harry’s hand, gasping. Cocoa stood and stretched, and then padded up to Harry and butted her head against his other hand.

Harry grinned and gently patted the cat on the head. He stopped moving his finger over Draco’s scar, smiling at the cat.

“Mmm, scratch behind her ears, Harry,” Draco laughed. “Cocoa, this is Harry. Harry, this is my usual bed partner.”

“Oh, so I’m the first man, I see.” He scratched behind her ears. “She’s really cute. I have a puppy at home,” he said.

Draco blushed, “Yes, the first.” He reached over petting Cocoa. “The first for me, not just the bed.”

Harry stopped petting her and looked at Draco, finally understanding.

“The first? Me? I… I was your first?”

Draco looked shyly at Harry, then blushing back down to his cat. He nodded, “Before the war, I played around a bit. But we never…” He trailed off, and took a deep breath.

“So…so you were…” Harry sat up and looked at Draco nervously. “Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve gone slower…are you okay? Does it hurt? Oh…and you were so tight … that’s why,” he babbled, running a hand through his hair.

Draco blushed, turning pink to his ears, and then he rolled over, sitting up with his back to Harry for a minute. He took a deep breath, and then looked back over his shoulder, smiling shyly at Harry. “I didn’t want it slower,” he said quietly, looking directly into Harry’s eyes, “I have been waiting a long time.”

“You’ve been waiting…for me,” he bit his lip again as he looked back at Draco. He moved closer to him. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’d hate if you were sore because of me…I’ve never been anyone’s first before…”

Draco smiled, turning back around and laying on his side looking up at Harry, his hair falling against the black of the pillows. He smirked, “It was better than I imagined it would be.” Cocoa meowed and then jumped from the bed and went to the window seat.

“Yeah? Well, okay then. As long as you’re okay.” He lay down next to Draco, pressing against him again.

“Okay does not cover it, Harry,” Draco grinned as he reached for him kissing him and nibbling on his lips. “I passed okay back at the White Rabbit when you actually kissed me. I never thought you would do that.”

“Neither did I, but I did, right? And…I’m glad I did,” Harry answered, placing a hand on Draco’s chest.

“Did, um, did you want to? Before now, I mean,” he asked, looking a bit nervous. He laid his hand on top of Harry’s and ran his nails gently up Harry’s arm.

“When you first started working with me, yeah, I did. You’re beautiful, Draco…how could I not want to.” He made a soft noise when Draco ran his nails up his arm.

Draco’s eyebrows rose, “Then? Really? I thought you didn’t like me?” His hands continued to caress Harry, running his nails down his chest and lightly over his nipples.

“You thought so…I had to keep it up.” He gasped, arching slightly. He always had a very sensitive chest.

Draco stopped and frowned at Harry, “Why?”

“Because I thought you didn’t like me,” Harry answered quietly.

Draco laughed. It was absolutely fucking ridiculous. He fell back on his back and hissed, “Gods, but we are fools.”

“We probably are,” Harry replied, smiling at Draco.

“Then come here, fool,” he said holding his arms open for Harry.

Harry grinned, moving into Draco’s embrace. “You’re the bigger fool,” he commented, joking.

Draco held Harry close and whispered in his ear, “Yes, I am.”

Harry laughed softly. “Glad you admit it,” he whispered, kissing his neck.

“Mmm,” Draco arched his neck, “And you promised to never stop.” His hands reached around and began running those manicured nails down Harry’s back.

Harry started to nip at the skin, nodding. “Yes, I promised…”

Draco was trembling again, both at Harry’s words and at his nibbling on his neck. He arched into the other man, craving as much contact as he could get.

“For someone who was a virgin until not too long ago, you’re pretty needy,” he commented, grinning.

“I have always wanted, no, needed this,” Draco whispered running his hands down Harry’s back again and pulling him atop his body.

“I only think it’s fair that you get a turn, too,” Harry said after a moment, biting his lip.

Draco blushed, “Umm, Harry, I don’t know…” Draco stopped and began licking Harry’s lip where he had been biting it. He had always wanted to do that.

Harry blushed, too. “If you don’t want to…you don’t have to,” he replied.

“I want you, always have, but…” Draco blushed again, “You will have to show me.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll show you…promise.”

Harry’s words were like a caress. So many promises… Draco was as turned on by those as he was by the body lying atop him. He kissed Harry in response, his hands entangled in the other man’s hair and his body rubbing against him. His cock was already hard again and he rubbed himself against Harry.

Harry kissed him back as he started to feel himself get hard. He moaned softly into the kiss and cupped Draco’s cheeks, deepening it. God, he didn’t want to stop.

Draco still couldn’t believe that this was real. Harry was kissing him, making love to him. This was the stuff of a romantic fantasy and his life had never been that kind of story. His tongue played with Harry’s even as Draco writhed under the other man. When they broke the kiss, Draco looked into Harry’s eyes and whispered, “Show me.”

Harry nodded and rolled off of Draco, lying back on the bed. “First you need lubrication…like…” He whispered the spell, rubbing his fingers together. “Like this,” he said, holding his hand out to show him.

Draco laughed, and rolled his eyes. “I know what a lubrication spell is. I do read.” His words were almost the usual Malfoy sneer, but they were tempered by the smile and the fact that he reached forward and began playing with Harry’s lubricated fingers, rubbing them suggestively.

Harry bit his lip and blushed, staring at his fingers. “Well…if you read…you should know what to do next,” he whispered, opening his legs.

Draco sat up and looked down at Harry spread for him. Oh, Merlin, but this was the most beautiful, erotic sight. He starred for a minute, before finally climbing between Harry’s legs. Okay, maybe he had been wrong; this was the view that made him hold his breath. He reached out his still lubricated hand and wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s cock. Gently stroking him he grinned down at Harry.

Harry gasped, his hips lifting off of the bed. He looked up at Draco, starting to breathe hard and fast. “Only … I can t-tease,” he whispered.

“Is this teasing?” Draco asked, one eyebrow raised and he leaned forward and licked the head of Harry’s cock, continuing to move his hand in up and down the shaft.

Harry moaned, his hips twitching. “Yes…it is,” he whispered, watching Draco.

Draco kept looking into Harry’s eyes he leaned forward and took Harry’s cock into his mouth, sliding his tongue across and around the head as he did.

“Fuck,” Harry moaned, watching his cock go into that warm wet mouth. He thrust up, trying to get more of himself into Draco’s mouth. He couldn’t believe Draco was a virgin before all of this…

Draco groaned around the cock in his mouth, using his left hand on Harry’s hip to hold him down while he took that length deep into his throat and back again, using tongue and lips to caress that soft skin around all that hardness. He slid his right hand down to cup Harry’s balls.

Harry arched off the bed, straining against Draco’s hand. Harry reached down and carded his fingers through Draco’s hair before he gripped it slightly. He knew that if he kept it up, Harry wasn’t going to last too long.

“Mmmmm,” Draco hummed around Harry’s cock, loving the feel of Harry’s hands in his hair. He moved his right hand further down to tease Harry’s entrance. He stopped moving his mouth on Harry, holding still for a moment while he focused on the silent lube spell.

“Ah,” Harry sighed, relaxing completely. “See? Y-you’re doing f-fine…”

Draco nearly laughed at the tone in Harry’s voice. He pulled back, licking the head of his cock and smirking at the other man. Watching Harry’s face, Draco slid his middle finger into Harry.

“Yes,” Harry hissed, clenching around the finger. “More…”

It felt amazing, touching another person like this. Touching Harry. He could feel Harry’s muscles gripping him and smiled at the unusual feeling. He pulled his finger back and slid back in slowly with two fingers.

Harry’s hand moved down further and gripped Draco’s shoulder, leaning up a bit so he could watch him. “You feel… so good,” he whispered.

Draco braced himself with his left hand on the bed and leaned forward, kissing Harry gently as he continued to slowly move his long fingers in and out.

Harry moaned against his lips, biting down lightly on Draco’s full bottom lip instead of his. “Press d-down….just there…”

Draco groaned as Harry bit him, and used his long fingers to do as Harry said.

“Fuck,” Harry moaned, hips jerking when Draco’s pressed down against that spot inside him. “Oh, more…”

Draco grinned, crooking his fingers in the same direction again, “Oh, you mean like this?”

“Yes!” he cried out, clenching around his fingers as he shuddered. “Draco…”

Draco eyebrows rose and his grey eyes widened at the sensation. “Yes, Harry,” he cooed at this man writhing under him.

“I. … t-think…ohh …” He couldn’t even make a full sentence he was so far gone. He whimpered and lifted his hips, hoping Draco understood what he meant.

Draco shifted up onto his knees again, concentrating on the charm again before stroking his own cock with the warm lube. He smiled down at the incoherent Harry. “Is this what you want?” he asked, smirking.

Harry looked up at him, biting his lip again. He nodded, looking into Draco’s eyes. “Yes…”

Those green eyes always made Draco’s breath catch. They were the first thing he had noticed about Harry even all those years ago. Now, looking down at Harry, his lover, he was in awe that this man wanted him like this. Draco slowly withdrew his fingers and moved forward, pressing the head of his cock to Harry’s opening. He was trembling again as he gently pushed against the tight entrance and into his lover. “Oh, Gods,” he breathed, light headed at the intensity of how it felt to be even this far inside him.

Harry sighed, running his hands up and down Draco’s arms as he felt him tremble. It burned a bit, but Harry bore down and moved his hands up to grip Draco’s shoulders. “Go … on,” he whispered, breathing harder.

Draco took a calming breath and pushed forward into Harry, never letting his eyes move from Harry’s. He slid into Harry, the incredible tight wet heat making him shudder and his eyelids half close. He was glad for Harry’s hands steadying him and he put his own hands down on either side of the other man supporting his weight as he buried himself completely in Harry.

Harry breathed in deeply before he canted his hips up and wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist. He leaned up and brushed his lips over Draco’s smiling a bit. “Okay…?”

“Oh, yes,” Draco whispered. He was breathing in gasps, holding himself steady. He leaned his forehead against Harry’s and gasped, “Do I move now?”

“Yeah…yeah…” He shifted a bit on the bed, getting more comfortable. “You move now…”

Draco pulled back, nearly out and slid in again. His eyes closed and he focused on the amazing sensations. He felt such a part of Harry and it was like nothing he had experienced. “Yesss,” he hissed, trying to find a rhythm to the movements, rocking his hips.

Harry started to move with him, moaning softly. He wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed the skin right below his ear. “Harder,” he whispered into Draco’s ear. “I won’t break…promise…”

“Yes, so it seems,” he laughed. Draco buried his face in Harry’s hair and moved faster, thrusting harder.

Harry managed to laugh before that quickly turned into a deep groan. He dug his nails into Draco’s skin and held on, knowing he wasn’t going to last long.

“Harry, Harry, I’m going to, aarrggh!” Thrusting forward grinding into Harry, Draco felt a familiar tension but at a level he had never known as the energy rippled through his body, his orgasm making his whole body spasm, even his toes curling.

Harry felt Draco tense up and he pulled back a bit, so he could look at his face. He reached down and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking himself just a few times before he came too, clenching tightly around him.

Draco was clutching Harry with both hands, collapsing so that his face was buried in the other man’s hair. He shuddered again, whispering “Harry” over and over again.

Harry breathed in deeply, running his hand down Draco’s back. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, still rubbing his back. “Draco, Draco…”

Draco continued to shudder, gasping and whispering quietly, but mostly unintelligibly, his face buried against his lover.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, when he felt the wetness. “Don’t cry…”

“Okay? Am I okay?” Draco whispered against his ear. “No, Harry, I am not. I am so beyond okay, I don’t know where I am.” He shuddered again and made little sniffling noises, like someone who was trying to stop crying but not really succeeding.

Harry nodded, but remained quiet, not knowing what else to say. He continued to rub his back soothingly, hoping Draco was really okay.

After a few minutes, Draco was able to calm down. He brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the tears before he could face Harry. Then he started kissing Harry’s neck, jaw and finally lips.

Harry kissed him back, keeping his eyes open slightly. He cupped Draco’s cheek and stroked his thumb over the skin.

Draco’s face was still damp from both tears and sweat, he smiled shyly down at Harry. He rose up a bit on his knees and looked down between them at the amazing sight of Harry beneath him. He grimaced, a bit of a mess actually. Still smiling, he did a quick cleaning spell on the two of them and then lay down beside Harry.

Harry managed to turn and look at him, smiling back. “Sure that was your first time?” he asked, moving closer.

Blushing furiously, Draco rolled his eyes, “Oh, yes, quite sure.” He sighed for a minute. “I played around a bit with Pansy and Theo, separately, back before, well before sixth year.”

“So, you knew something…” He rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, yawning a bit. “Wore me out and everything.”

Draco laughed, “Yes, I know a few things.” He put his arm around Harry, and petted his hair. “Go to sleep now Harry,” he said, laying a kiss on the other man’s brow. He watched as Harry fell asleep and finally allowed himself to drift off as well. 

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Chapter 5: Morning After

Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses. (Draco/Theo in some chapters, mentions of Draco/Pansy, Pansy/Theo, Harry/Ron, etc.)
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!) Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.
Summary: Harry Potter fanfiction series featuring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with a Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and more in the cast. Harry and Draco are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series, they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them. But will the serial killer end all that?
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire. (Co-authored by slashpervert, aveeno_baby, acidpop25, cinnamon_sins, nefernat, citrus_tears, pez_gurl, and more.)

Chapter Number/Total: 3/?.
Chapter Title: Muggles and Mayhem
Chapter Authors: slashpervert, aveeno_baby, nefernat, and citrus_tears.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 1535 Words
Chapter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Warnings: Language, angst.
Summary: Information of the murders and a social proposal.

Friday, Oct. 10, 2003

Hermione sat at her desk, a thick folder in her hands. She’d called this meeting to reveal interesting- and potentially dangerous- news to Draco and Harry.

If news like this got out, it could mean double-time for everyone involved and that wasn’t something she wanted to happen. Not with the way things were going lately.

Stirring her coffee, she was careful not to knock over the extra cups she’d asked her assistant to prepare. They needed to get down to business as soon as the boys arrived.

Draco had not slept well, and it showed. His clothes were impeccable, as always. But there was the hint of circles under his eyes and his walk was a bit slow today. Most people would never notice. He made his way to the meeting room, only to stand in the doorway for a minute. Noticing Harry was not in there and Granger had already arranged coffee and tea service. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Granger made his head hurt. He sauntered in and took a seat.

Harry yawned as he walked up to Hermione’s office. He was so tired recently, and Harry didn’t know why. He could remember going to bed at a decent time…but yet he was still tired the next morning. He stopped in the doorway of her office and stepped inside, nodding at Hermione and Draco. It was a good thing he didn’t stop for coffee. He took a seat next to Draco.

Ginny hurriedly made her way to Hermione’s office. She’d found the memo from Hermione on her desk that morning. After reading it through she’d gone to her boss and requested to be part of the investigating team. Even if she was a trainee-negotiator, she felt it necessary to learn about the way Aurors worked, too. And hopefully it would help her later on as well. Walking inside she saw Draco and Harry already there. Gratefully taking the mug of tea Hermione had set on the table for her, she took a seat and looked at Hermione questioningly.

Draco pulled his tea forward and sipped it, then reached for the sugar to add more. He looked up, suppressing a smile as Harry walked in. And raised his eyebrows when Ginny Weasley came in a minute later. “So, we need to go over what we have found so far,” he began.

Hermione nodded. “I have interesting news. But first, did you find anything about the curse? Its origins, maybe?”

Harry smiled and picked up a cup of coffee. The two of them were still the same, and would probably remain that way. It was always some kind of competition. He laughed a bit as he reached for a packet of sugar.

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Granger, or worse. Instead, he sighed and opened the folder in front of him. “I have spent most of the last two days in the Restricted Library vault here at the Ministry.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, headache returning just at the memory of hours spent in a dark dusty vault reading dark magic. “I believe I know what curse was used and may even have some guesses as to why.” He laid the photos of the victim out again, including an autopsy photo that showed the opened body cavity was empty. “The curse was Excavare Viscera, which means,” he added with a bit of a sneer, “to hollow out internal organs.”

Picking up the autopsy photo, Hermione grimaced slightly. “Spells are typically Latin-based, so that makes sense. I’m curious to hear your explanation, given the things I’ve found out since we’ve last talked.” Pulling a newspaper article out of her folder, she handed it over to Draco. “Same means of death, same curse it seems. Similar post-mortem procedure. What do you think?”

Draco reached out and took the Muggle newspaper. His lips were pursed, scowling as he read the piece for a minute. “Muggle woman, age 65, found in a park, missing internal organs on August 1st.” He shook his head and passed the article to Harry.

Harry took the article and quickly scanned the page, grimacing. “Shame. Day after my birthday, too.” He shook his head and passed the article on to Ginny. “So, we have a serial killer on our hands?”

Hermione had just been about to pull out the handkerchiefs, fearing the worst from Harry. She breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled through.

“Sure seems like it. I’m afraid if we wait too long to find our culprit, more attacks like this will happen. We can’t afford more tension right now between the Muggles and the Wizarding world.”

Ginny chimed in with a quiet voice. “It’s been said that once serial killers start they cannot stop. It’s extremely rare…”

Draco cocked his head, looking at Ginny with a surprised expression on his face, “Said by whom? Outside of the Death Eaters, I don’t know if I have ever seen this before.”

Ginny shook her head. “It’s basic psychology. The psychological makeup of a serial killer is one that forces them to continue, as if the act of killing is a sort of addiction.”

She thought for a moment. “This may not be a pureblood wizard. Obviously, they’ve been exposed to enough Muggle forensic information to know what the police will be looking for.”

“If this is a serial killer,” Draco replied. When the others looked at him, he said, “It depends on motive. Is this person killing for the sake of killing? Or is he or she collecting organs for a dark magic ritual?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Harry said, speaking up. “They’re still a serial killer; just now they’d need the organs for something.” He pulled the folder over and looked at Draco’s notes. “So, they might be a witch or wizard that was either brought up by Muggles or obsessed with this kind of Muggle culture…” He bit his lip, deep in thought.

Draco watched Harry biting his lip and took a sip of his tea to cover his reaction. He took a minute to look like he was considering the photos before answering, “It might matter,” he said more gently than he would have to anyone else, “because motive might tell us what they are going to do next. If it is about the organs, then we need to know what ritual they are planning to know when they will have enough. And to try to stop it.” He took a deep breath and looked over at Ginny. “And, if Miss Wesley is correct, then the person won’t stop until we catch them.”

“Whether or not this is a ritual-based killing spree, it’s important to find the connections between the victims and also between the victims and the Wizarding world. If this is a Muggle-raised or born wizard, then there is a connection we haven’t yet looked at. And Ginny is correct. We need to find this person before they commit any more crimes.” Hermione took a long sip of her tea and glanced once more at the autopsy photos before handing them back to Draco.

“Right, so. What do we do now?” Harry asked, looking at Draco and Hermione. “How do we go about catching this person?” He went back to nervously biting his lip, slouching in his chair a bit.

Draco nodded. “Well, I will continue my research and see if I can figure out what ritual this might be used for. Miss Wesley could do some research into the possible type of person this would be.” He turned to Harry. “And maybe you and Granger could look into the Muggle angle of this. Possible connections we aren’t seeing here?”

Harry nodded, looking over at Hermione. “We can do that. Right?”

“There’s a connection somewhere. We just have to find it. Nothing was left behind at the first crime scene, and we’ll have to check the new one for clues. Hopefully as the killer progresses, he’ll slip up. But yes, we can do that. We’ll have to.” She handed Harry a copy of the notes she’d taken. “Look this over when you have time. Tell me if anything strikes you.”

Harry smiled, taking the notes from her. “I will.” He sat back in his seat, scanning the notes. “Did any of you get an invitation to Bulstrode’s party? I think I’m going.”

Draco cocked his head and looked at Harry, “Yes, I did.” He considered Harry for a minute, wondering how to ask, but then decided he couldn’t resist, “Does that mean you and, um, your roommate will be there?”

Harry shook his head, looking at Draco. “He didn’t mention it, so I’m assuming he’s not going.” Harry shrugged, looking back down at the table. “I just need a break.”

Draco nodded, “I guess I will see you there then.” For a moment, if Harry ever noticed such things, he might have seen a very intense look from Draco. Then the cool demeanour fell back into place.

“And I’ll see you,” Harry replied, looking at him again. He stared at him for a moment longer before he bit his lip and looked down again.

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Chapter 4: Draco’s Secret