Art Gallery & Reveals
Level Two - Art Gallery
Prologue
Harry left off his familiar 'Why My Boss is Crap' rant to haul his broomstick upwards and follow Farrell into a sudden, steep climb.
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He reached forward and pressed the button: Level Two.
By dustmouth
Episode 1
This file was slimmer than most. 'Sirius Black' was printed neatly across the top of it. A photo was held beneath the label with a Sticking Charm. A young man in casual clothes, looking for all the world as though he was about to speak blinked up at him.
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Malfoy returned, laden with a large box and a stack of scrolls tucked under one arm. A leather work-coat and formal black Unspeakable robes were attempting to slide off the top of the box, Harry stepped forward and caught them.
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Bustamant led them down a gravel path to a well-made timber shed, past what looked like a small market garden. 'Elizabeth wins prizes for her pickles and chutneys at every show,' he told them. 'My mother and her mother both left her their recipe books, full of old Kittitian versions of British food. The WI think it's exotic, even though we're second-generation and it's half Mrs Beeton, but Bedfordshire is less cosmopolitan than Shoreditch was. I grow whatever she wants. It's a good way to spend my retirement, out in the sun, getting some exercise, with a shed.'
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Bustamant was waiting for them when they came back, three meat pies with mash on the table in front of him.
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Episode 2
Malfoy startles and flushes, pink rising to his cheeks. “Fine,” he snaps, and flicks his wand at the note. It drags itself from Harry’s grasp with a little flutter and rises up.
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“Of the Wiltshire Malfoys!” she exclaims. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She stops and turns, holding out a hand to shake.
After the barest hesitation, Malfoy shakes it. “No,” he says. “We haven’t.”
By dustmouth
Episode 3
The North Sea crashed against the rocks with never-ceasing strength. Auror Williamson stood at the window and stared down at the turbulent waters. The clouds hung low and the water-splashed cliffs seemed devoid of life. Not a gull hovered near the stony hole from where all of Azkaban's waste was dumped into the sea. Williamson let out a quiet sigh.
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Which is why Draco Malfoy - gay and the only heir to one of the oldest pure-blood families in Britain, a faded Dark Mark on his left arm - slowly turned around, half-hard prick long and glistening pink, and he drawled, trademark smirk and all, "Your sense of timing, Potter, leaves something to be desired."
By raitala
There were marks, all right. The dead skin spotted bluish dots, lines of them, in irregular clusters of two or three. How in Merlin's name had they missed those?
By dustmouth
The wizarding world loved Opal. She had been a beautiful, nineteen-year old Squib who had used her family's money and influence to further the cause of 'non-magical witches and wizards', as apparently Squibs preferred to be called.
By raitala
Episode 4
He shouldn't have bothered to even bring a box. When Harry finally found the file, his hands and robes dusty from digging through the boxes of parchment and magical items collected over the ages, it was nothing more than a disappointingly thin folder. Purple. An assault case.
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But he,” she pointed at Malfoy, “stays where he is. I’m not going to let a former Death Eater into my house.” The sadness in her eyes had changed to steel. Harry turned towards Malfoy, expecting an explosion. Malfoy had gone white but for two pink dots high on his cheeks. He took one step backwards, away from Harry and the Longbottoms.
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Malfoy set the alarm clock for five minutes. Then he sat on the side of Sarah's bed and took her right hand gently into his left. With his other hand, he aimed his wand at her temple.
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Episode 5
He looked back at Malfoy, who was still leaning against the car. His hair fluttered in the wind, but Harry wasn't looking at his hair, he was looking at the long line of Malfoy's body, casual against the car. He wondered what it'd be like to touch him: rigid and cold, or tense but yielding?
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Harry wondered how long it would take before Malfoy realised his hair was still mussed up in the back.
"What do you think?" Malfoy said, looking at a large embroidery of red roses and black kittens.
"Exquisite," Harry replied. Malfoy shook his head.
By dustmouth
The alley was dark and their suitcases scraped against the ground. This time Harry might've stumbled a little on purpose, only to get closer to Malfoy, feel the press of his body against his own. Malfoy's breath was hot on his cheek and Harry turned, just so, so that if Malfoy turned his head -
By epithalamium
Episode 6
With a polite nod to Parvati Patil, he stood just inside the outer office door listening in an entirely transparent manner. Parvati also rose from her desk to listen as Harry furiously outlined his objections to Dawlish’s decision not to follow up the Muggle body.
By dustmouth
Once Iris had the lab cleared, Draco was able to start his examination, with his wand transfigured into a small handheld device with buttons and a small red light.
By epithalamium
“Is that blood on your face?” Draco cut across him and came swiftly round the table to stand in front of Harry. He swiped his thumb along Harry’s cheek and kept it there, cradling Harry’s face and scanning him for injuries.
By raitala
Episode 7
"Haven't a clue." Ron returned to sipping his hot coffee. Draco was about to suggest they go down to the Fifth Room and select one on their own, when Parvati appeared at the door.
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Draco felt a peace come over him. Harry trusted him...completely. No words would have convinced him that was true, but Harry coming over and drinking as much as he did, wanting to talk shop and then falling asleep proved it was true. Draco spelled the fire to keep burning and then walked between the piles of books to his own room. Tonight he would sleep well.
By dustmouth
"Keep it, Harry, because I want you to remember this moment," Draco said. And before Harry could respond, Draco lifted Potter's chin with two fingers and kissed him gently on the lips.
By raitala
Episode 8
Back on the ground Harry caught his breath as he waited for Draco to join him. It was the first time Draco beaten Harry to the Snitch. It was the first time anyone had. But Harry was more interested in what Draco would ask him for than he’d been in catching the Snitch.
By dustmouth
Harry tore at his robes. What was the purpose of having so many buttons on their robes? He fumbled through the last few, and was still working on his trousers, when Draco-naked except for his boots-climbed onto his lap.
By raitala
Episode 9
Harry wasn't sure how this had become a normal thing. After their first time together a week before, they had hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other for longer than several hours. Snogging sessions took place in the loo, in Harry's office, in Draco's loft, in Harry's kitchen. Hell, Harry had managed to get Draco off in a session in the Ministry lift.
By epithalamium
A lift ride, a slight panic attack from Draco's end, and a gentle backhand on the head from Iris, the trio stood in front of a tall, red-haired woman.
By raitala
Episode 10
“Harry, Malfoy asked me to come into the office on urgent business and…goodness, whatever are you wearing?” Parvati stopped still and wrinkled her nose.
“A green jumper with a very large cock on it apparently,” Draco muttered.
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Harry turned and faced Draco, propping himself on his elbow. “You said last night that you’re not interested in anyone else. Apart from me. Apparently.”
“Did I?” Draco feigned innocence. “I also sang Weasley is Our King a few times before people started throwing glacier cherries.”
Harry harrumphed and glared at Draco. “A bit easier to admit to things after a few whiskies, I imagine.”
“Possibly.” Draco raised his hand and ran it through Harry’s hair, watching him carefully. “How’s your hand?”
By dustmouth
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Level Two: Ignorance of the Law Excuses No One. (Department of Magical Law Enforcement motto)
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Prologue
Harry left off his familiar 'Why My Boss is Crap' rant to haul his broomstick upwards and follow Farrell into a sudden, steep climb.
By dustmouth
He reached forward and pressed the button: Level Two.
By dustmouth
Episode 1
This file was slimmer than most. 'Sirius Black' was printed neatly across the top of it. A photo was held beneath the label with a Sticking Charm. A young man in casual clothes, looking for all the world as though he was about to speak blinked up at him.
By raitala
Malfoy returned, laden with a large box and a stack of scrolls tucked under one arm. A leather work-coat and formal black Unspeakable robes were attempting to slide off the top of the box, Harry stepped forward and caught them.
By raitala
Bustamant led them down a gravel path to a well-made timber shed, past what looked like a small market garden. 'Elizabeth wins prizes for her pickles and chutneys at every show,' he told them. 'My mother and her mother both left her their recipe books, full of old Kittitian versions of British food. The WI think it's exotic, even though we're second-generation and it's half Mrs Beeton, but Bedfordshire is less cosmopolitan than Shoreditch was. I grow whatever she wants. It's a good way to spend my retirement, out in the sun, getting some exercise, with a shed.'
By dustmouth
Bustamant was waiting for them when they came back, three meat pies with mash on the table in front of him.
By dustmouth
Episode 2
Malfoy startles and flushes, pink rising to his cheeks. “Fine,” he snaps, and flicks his wand at the note. It drags itself from Harry’s grasp with a little flutter and rises up.
By dustmouth
“Of the Wiltshire Malfoys!” she exclaims. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She stops and turns, holding out a hand to shake.
After the barest hesitation, Malfoy shakes it. “No,” he says. “We haven’t.”
By dustmouth
Episode 3
The North Sea crashed against the rocks with never-ceasing strength. Auror Williamson stood at the window and stared down at the turbulent waters. The clouds hung low and the water-splashed cliffs seemed devoid of life. Not a gull hovered near the stony hole from where all of Azkaban's waste was dumped into the sea. Williamson let out a quiet sigh.
By epithalamium
Which is why Draco Malfoy - gay and the only heir to one of the oldest pure-blood families in Britain, a faded Dark Mark on his left arm - slowly turned around, half-hard prick long and glistening pink, and he drawled, trademark smirk and all, "Your sense of timing, Potter, leaves something to be desired."
By raitala
There were marks, all right. The dead skin spotted bluish dots, lines of them, in irregular clusters of two or three. How in Merlin's name had they missed those?
By dustmouth
The wizarding world loved Opal. She had been a beautiful, nineteen-year old Squib who had used her family's money and influence to further the cause of 'non-magical witches and wizards', as apparently Squibs preferred to be called.
By raitala
Episode 4
He shouldn't have bothered to even bring a box. When Harry finally found the file, his hands and robes dusty from digging through the boxes of parchment and magical items collected over the ages, it was nothing more than a disappointingly thin folder. Purple. An assault case.
By dustmouth
But he,” she pointed at Malfoy, “stays where he is. I’m not going to let a former Death Eater into my house.” The sadness in her eyes had changed to steel. Harry turned towards Malfoy, expecting an explosion. Malfoy had gone white but for two pink dots high on his cheeks. He took one step backwards, away from Harry and the Longbottoms.
By raitala
Malfoy set the alarm clock for five minutes. Then he sat on the side of Sarah's bed and took her right hand gently into his left. With his other hand, he aimed his wand at her temple.
By epithalamium
Episode 5
He looked back at Malfoy, who was still leaning against the car. His hair fluttered in the wind, but Harry wasn't looking at his hair, he was looking at the long line of Malfoy's body, casual against the car. He wondered what it'd be like to touch him: rigid and cold, or tense but yielding?
By epithalamium
Harry wondered how long it would take before Malfoy realised his hair was still mussed up in the back.
"What do you think?" Malfoy said, looking at a large embroidery of red roses and black kittens.
"Exquisite," Harry replied. Malfoy shook his head.
By dustmouth
The alley was dark and their suitcases scraped against the ground. This time Harry might've stumbled a little on purpose, only to get closer to Malfoy, feel the press of his body against his own. Malfoy's breath was hot on his cheek and Harry turned, just so, so that if Malfoy turned his head -
By epithalamium
Episode 6
With a polite nod to Parvati Patil, he stood just inside the outer office door listening in an entirely transparent manner. Parvati also rose from her desk to listen as Harry furiously outlined his objections to Dawlish’s decision not to follow up the Muggle body.
By dustmouth
Once Iris had the lab cleared, Draco was able to start his examination, with his wand transfigured into a small handheld device with buttons and a small red light.
By epithalamium
“Is that blood on your face?” Draco cut across him and came swiftly round the table to stand in front of Harry. He swiped his thumb along Harry’s cheek and kept it there, cradling Harry’s face and scanning him for injuries.
By raitala
Episode 7
"Haven't a clue." Ron returned to sipping his hot coffee. Draco was about to suggest they go down to the Fifth Room and select one on their own, when Parvati appeared at the door.
By epithalamium
Draco felt a peace come over him. Harry trusted him...completely. No words would have convinced him that was true, but Harry coming over and drinking as much as he did, wanting to talk shop and then falling asleep proved it was true. Draco spelled the fire to keep burning and then walked between the piles of books to his own room. Tonight he would sleep well.
By dustmouth
"Keep it, Harry, because I want you to remember this moment," Draco said. And before Harry could respond, Draco lifted Potter's chin with two fingers and kissed him gently on the lips.
By raitala
Episode 8
Back on the ground Harry caught his breath as he waited for Draco to join him. It was the first time Draco beaten Harry to the Snitch. It was the first time anyone had. But Harry was more interested in what Draco would ask him for than he’d been in catching the Snitch.
By dustmouth
Harry tore at his robes. What was the purpose of having so many buttons on their robes? He fumbled through the last few, and was still working on his trousers, when Draco-naked except for his boots-climbed onto his lap.
By raitala
Episode 9
Harry wasn't sure how this had become a normal thing. After their first time together a week before, they had hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other for longer than several hours. Snogging sessions took place in the loo, in Harry's office, in Draco's loft, in Harry's kitchen. Hell, Harry had managed to get Draco off in a session in the Ministry lift.
By epithalamium
A lift ride, a slight panic attack from Draco's end, and a gentle backhand on the head from Iris, the trio stood in front of a tall, red-haired woman.
By raitala
Episode 10
“Harry, Malfoy asked me to come into the office on urgent business and…goodness, whatever are you wearing?” Parvati stopped still and wrinkled her nose.
“A green jumper with a very large cock on it apparently,” Draco muttered.
By raitala
Harry turned and faced Draco, propping himself on his elbow. “You said last night that you’re not interested in anyone else. Apart from me. Apparently.”
“Did I?” Draco feigned innocence. “I also sang Weasley is Our King a few times before people started throwing glacier cherries.”
Harry harrumphed and glared at Draco. “A bit easier to admit to things after a few whiskies, I imagine.”
“Possibly.” Draco raised his hand and ran it through Harry’s hair, watching him carefully. “How’s your hand?”
By dustmouth
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Level Two: Ignorance of the Law Excuses No One. (Department of Magical Law Enforcement motto)
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