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Title: The Battlefield
Song: Flash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry never fails at getting his auror assignments, but he's only a man, and so is Malfoy.
Author's Notes: Beta read by the absolutely wonderful lire_casander. Thanks a million!
With Voldemort's demise came the task of ridding the world of all Death Eaters. Many people assumed Harry tracked them down and brought them into the Ministry because he wanted to save them from harm. The truth was he wanted revenge. He wanted revenge for all the deaths, the people he'd seen murdered cold-blooded before his eyes. He also liked that he got to travel.
He'd traveled all across the country and to other countries. Once he'd spent a week in the Bahamas. That had been one of his toughest cases. It turned out Lucius Malfoy was terrible to find, but find him Harry did. Never once had he not found an assignment. He grinned bitterly at that thought. Hopefully Lucius Malfoy's son proved to be just as difficult to find. Harry loved the chase.
"Harry, mate," Ron whispered, crouching down and moving into his cubical. "Kingsley's not around is he?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "What'd you get in trouble for this time?"
"I came back empty-handed."
He always did that. Ron made a terrible auror. He was much better as a substitute Quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons, his other job. In fact, Draco Malfoy's case was an old one of Ron's that he couldn't finish.
"Hey, you got Malfoy's right?" Ron perked up, hopping on Harry's desk and swinging his legs. "Want my folder? I got some stuff on him. Did you know he wasn't actually in the middle of the final fight?" Ron waved his wand and the folder soared over, plopping on Harry's lap.
He riffled through the pages. "Are you sure?" Why wouldn't he have been? He was a Death Eater up until the end.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. I gathered that from interviews with other Death Eaters. He was more of a guard."
"For what?" Harry snorted. "Malfoy was the one who needed guards back in school."
A chuckle came from Ron. "Tell about it. And I never found out what he guarded."
Of course he didn't.
"Weasley!" Kingsley barked, marching down the hallway. Ron groaned, shoulders sinking. Harry tried to hide a grin.
Quickly Ron leaned over. "You going to come for supper today? Don't worry, Hermione's not cooking; Mum is. It's been one year since..." He gulped and straightened.
Harry whispered, "I'll be there." That gave him renewed determination. It was horrible that they had died. Horrible. He reached the last page in Malfoy's folder. He sighed unbelievably. Ron had all the information here. Maybe all his tireless interviews were good for something.
He grabbed a thin coat and made sure his wand was still in his back pocket before apparating away. He could have Malfoy apprehended before supper at the Weasley's.
The grass was wet with dew and the clouds were low, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of him. Hopefully he'd apparated to the right place. He stumbled around the field, tripping over rocks. Maybe Ron had it wrong. Really, why would Malfoy hide at the battle field for the final war? He hadn't even been there if the interviews were correct. But the battleground?
A twig snapped and fear gripped Harry's heart. It was exactly like that battle except it had been Voldemort stepping on a twig, and an Avada Kedavra whizzing past his ear.
Swoosh! Harry ducked, the spell flying over his head. He looked around, wand clutched in his hand. He couldn't see a damn thing. For all he knew he could have gone insane (it wouldn't surprise him) and was reliving the war. The only thing missing was the sounds of people dying.
"Who the fuck's there?" Harry growled, still crouched on the wet ground, mud flaking his black trousers.
A voice rose out of the thick fog. "Who're you?" The person couldn't be further than just out of his seeing distance.
"I asked first."
"I was here first."
Harry ground his teeth. "How do you know?"
The other person scoffed. "I heard you apparate."
Harry thought back on it. "I apparated silently."
"I was just here first."
Trying a different tactic, Harry questioned, "Malfoy?"
Silence rose from before him. Suddenly the person entered his seeing distance and pointed his wand at Harry's neck. It was Malfoy. He looked the same as back in school: pointy face, cold grey eyes, and white-blond hair, though it now hung lankly around his face instead of slicked back. Fury rose in Harry, coiling his stomach and toes.
"Nice hiding spot, Malfoy," he spat, eyeing the other's wand. It pushed further into his neck, making him wince. His wand was still in his hand but by the time he raised it to curse Malfoy the git could already have killed him. Malfoy may have been just a guard but he had still killed people.
A sneer settled into Malfoy's face. "Look who's at my mercy. The great Harry Potter, wonder auror." He laughed. "Hand over your wand."
This was too easy. Harry lifted his wand but gave it a little twist, saying the spell nonverbally, and sparks shot out, singeing Malfoy's outstretched hand. He cursed loudly and backed away, his own wand falling into the swirling fog beneath them. It was getting thicker.
Harry surged forward, backing Malfoy up until he was against an old tree with vines twisting up it. They must have been close to the edge of the field. The tip of his wand poked Malfoy in the chest. "Looks like being a guard doesn't help much in fighting."
Anger flashed in Malfoy's eyes before fading away. "I knew someone would eventually come after me." He looked Harry up and down, sending a shiver up Harry's back for some reason. "You weren't this fit back in school."
Harry smiled. Malfoy was so unoriginal. Plenty of people had tried that before, flattering him and some even tried shagging him, hoping he would get distracted and they could escape. Then again, none of those people had been blokes and Harry was as gay as a slinky, as Ron liked to put it.
Ignoring him, Harry said threateningly, "You'll keep your mouth shut and come easily if you know what's good for you."
Harry didn't like the look on Malfoy's face at all. "I'll come easily if you're any good." Malfoy smirked.
To his displeasure he could feel his cheeks burn red. Malfoy noticed that too because he slid a hand down his body slowly, until he came to his trousers. Harry tried not to look interested, really, but his breath was coming in pants. Besides, he wasn't supposed to be turned on by Death Eaters. Definitely not his assignments.
Malfoy's pale hand unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. Harry let his wand drop to his side unwillingly. His eyes were fixed on Malfoy, who kicked his trousers off and dipped a finger down his pants. Harry realized that his own cock was straining in its confines.
Wait, what was he doing? Harry shook his head, trying to make it work properly, but the fog was denser now, so dense he couldn't even see his own knees; maybe he could blame it all on the fog. Fog could do things to people's minds, couldn't it?
"What's the matter, Potter, conflicted?" Suddenly their positions were flipped: Harry was the one against the tree, but Malfoy had knocked his wand to the ground. Harry was keeping himself there, but Malfoy stripping and giving him a smoldering look was really helping nothing but his cock. That wasn't helping either though, because his cock wasn't supposed to be erect, goddammit.
Harry stood straight, using the tree for balance, and stared Malfoy in the eyes. The blond's fingers fumbled over his shirt buttons and Harry squeezed his eyes shut, internal dialogue rushing through him. You're an auror, you can do this. It's just Malfoy, fucking Malfoy with his half-hard cock hanging out that I'd really like to suck.
"Come on," Malfoy purred, moving forward and pressing Harry flush against the tree. Harry couldn't think, he couldn't see, but he could feel his hands removing his own clothes and dropping them into the whiteness all around. He was so horny it wasn't fair. This is why he should take time off work to shag. If he didn't, he would end up nude with his assignment in the same predicament before him.
Malfoy's shirt finally came off and his arm rose for leverage against the bark while he surveyed Harry's naked body. Something black caught Harry's attention and he turned his head to see the dark mark engraved on light skin. He gasped, not because it was there but because his idiotic cock gave a twitch at the sight. He wasn't supposed to find the dark mark sexy. It was a vile, disgusting thing. It was...so wrong.
Harry moaned and Malfoy's face moved closer. Their lips crushed together angrily, harshly. Harry's back ground against the tough tree bark and he stepped on a twig. The blood leaked out of his bare foot but Malfoy's teeth latched onto his bottom lip, tugging it down so their tongues battled together, and Harry forgot all about his foot.
"Suck you," Harry managed between kisses. Malfoy's hands left his arse immediately and shoved him down. Harry blinked, trying to clear his head. He looked up but the fog was so dense he couldn't even see Malfoy's face. As he kneeled there on the dewy grass, his eyes slid off the leaking cock before him and landed on his wand, a few feet away. Malfoy couldn't see him. All he had to do was dart across the short distance, shout a binding spell, and take Malfoy back to the Ministry. It would have to be a record. He hadn't even had the case for two hours.
A hand tangled in his hair, pushing him forward so Malfoy's cock was the only thing he could see. "Well, get on with it then."
Harry closed the distance, taking the head of Malfoy's cock in his mouth. His thighs quivered and Harry smirked around his load. Halfheartedly his hand reached out but came a foot short of his wand. Abandoning that notion, he put forth all his effort, the small amount of experience he had. Before long he had Malfoy bent over, using the tree for balance. Harry slicked a finger and shoved it up Malfoy's arse, reaching and twisting at the same time he took as much of Malfoy's cock that he could, sucking harshly.
Malfoy gurgled and that was all the warning Harry had. He leaned back, coughing up come, Malfoy still above him. There was a soft "plunk" and Harry looked up, finally getting his coughing under control. Malfoy was sitting in the grass in front on him. He pressed their lips together softly. Harry melted into it, his eyes closing. Malfoy pulled back and Harry waited a second before leaning in again. He hadn't come yet.
Laughter filled his ears. His eyes opened but it didn't help. He couldn't see where Malfoy had taken off to. He reached for his wand but it wasn't there. "You bastard!" he roared, grabbing his clothes from behind him. More laughter sounded. There was no use searching for Malfoy in the fog; he couldn't even see his own feet. He turned to apparate angrily but on second thought bent over and picked up Malfoy's clothes. The git stole his wand, he was stealing his clothes. Not exactly even but getting there.
"Don't think I won't get you next time," he yelled, a loud crack following his words.
After dumping the clothes in the nearest dumpster Harry entered the Ministry. His footsteps echoed through the hallways. The clock in his cubicle read six o'clock. He had half an hour until supper at Ron and Hermione's.
His desk drawer shot open with so much force that the file in question landed on the floor. He picked it up, shoving the papers unceremoniously back in. With nothing but anger racing through him, he entered Kingsley's office, bypassing the polite notion of knocking.
"Harry, what's the meaning of this?" He sat straight and looked at him, taking in his damp clothes, messier than usual hair, and disheveled appearance. Harry slapped the file in front of him.
"I need reassigned."
Silence followed his statement. "But," Kingsley spluttered, "You're the best auror I have. You catch everyone."
He repeated, "I need reassigned."
Kingsley sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine, I guess. Anything you want to talk about?"
Without answering, Harry strode back out of Kingsley's office and to the Floo Network. He was going to find Malfoy no matter what, but he wasn't going to go about it in any auror way. And he wasn't sure what he would do after finding Malfoy and retrieving his wand.
Song: Flash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry never fails at getting his auror assignments, but he's only a man, and so is Malfoy.
Author's Notes: Beta read by the absolutely wonderful lire_casander. Thanks a million!
With Voldemort's demise came the task of ridding the world of all Death Eaters. Many people assumed Harry tracked them down and brought them into the Ministry because he wanted to save them from harm. The truth was he wanted revenge. He wanted revenge for all the deaths, the people he'd seen murdered cold-blooded before his eyes. He also liked that he got to travel.
He'd traveled all across the country and to other countries. Once he'd spent a week in the Bahamas. That had been one of his toughest cases. It turned out Lucius Malfoy was terrible to find, but find him Harry did. Never once had he not found an assignment. He grinned bitterly at that thought. Hopefully Lucius Malfoy's son proved to be just as difficult to find. Harry loved the chase.
"Harry, mate," Ron whispered, crouching down and moving into his cubical. "Kingsley's not around is he?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "What'd you get in trouble for this time?"
"I came back empty-handed."
He always did that. Ron made a terrible auror. He was much better as a substitute Quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons, his other job. In fact, Draco Malfoy's case was an old one of Ron's that he couldn't finish.
"Hey, you got Malfoy's right?" Ron perked up, hopping on Harry's desk and swinging his legs. "Want my folder? I got some stuff on him. Did you know he wasn't actually in the middle of the final fight?" Ron waved his wand and the folder soared over, plopping on Harry's lap.
He riffled through the pages. "Are you sure?" Why wouldn't he have been? He was a Death Eater up until the end.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. I gathered that from interviews with other Death Eaters. He was more of a guard."
"For what?" Harry snorted. "Malfoy was the one who needed guards back in school."
A chuckle came from Ron. "Tell about it. And I never found out what he guarded."
Of course he didn't.
"Weasley!" Kingsley barked, marching down the hallway. Ron groaned, shoulders sinking. Harry tried to hide a grin.
Quickly Ron leaned over. "You going to come for supper today? Don't worry, Hermione's not cooking; Mum is. It's been one year since..." He gulped and straightened.
Harry whispered, "I'll be there." That gave him renewed determination. It was horrible that they had died. Horrible. He reached the last page in Malfoy's folder. He sighed unbelievably. Ron had all the information here. Maybe all his tireless interviews were good for something.
He grabbed a thin coat and made sure his wand was still in his back pocket before apparating away. He could have Malfoy apprehended before supper at the Weasley's.
The grass was wet with dew and the clouds were low, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of him. Hopefully he'd apparated to the right place. He stumbled around the field, tripping over rocks. Maybe Ron had it wrong. Really, why would Malfoy hide at the battle field for the final war? He hadn't even been there if the interviews were correct. But the battleground?
A twig snapped and fear gripped Harry's heart. It was exactly like that battle except it had been Voldemort stepping on a twig, and an Avada Kedavra whizzing past his ear.
Swoosh! Harry ducked, the spell flying over his head. He looked around, wand clutched in his hand. He couldn't see a damn thing. For all he knew he could have gone insane (it wouldn't surprise him) and was reliving the war. The only thing missing was the sounds of people dying.
"Who the fuck's there?" Harry growled, still crouched on the wet ground, mud flaking his black trousers.
A voice rose out of the thick fog. "Who're you?" The person couldn't be further than just out of his seeing distance.
"I asked first."
"I was here first."
Harry ground his teeth. "How do you know?"
The other person scoffed. "I heard you apparate."
Harry thought back on it. "I apparated silently."
"I was just here first."
Trying a different tactic, Harry questioned, "Malfoy?"
Silence rose from before him. Suddenly the person entered his seeing distance and pointed his wand at Harry's neck. It was Malfoy. He looked the same as back in school: pointy face, cold grey eyes, and white-blond hair, though it now hung lankly around his face instead of slicked back. Fury rose in Harry, coiling his stomach and toes.
"Nice hiding spot, Malfoy," he spat, eyeing the other's wand. It pushed further into his neck, making him wince. His wand was still in his hand but by the time he raised it to curse Malfoy the git could already have killed him. Malfoy may have been just a guard but he had still killed people.
A sneer settled into Malfoy's face. "Look who's at my mercy. The great Harry Potter, wonder auror." He laughed. "Hand over your wand."
This was too easy. Harry lifted his wand but gave it a little twist, saying the spell nonverbally, and sparks shot out, singeing Malfoy's outstretched hand. He cursed loudly and backed away, his own wand falling into the swirling fog beneath them. It was getting thicker.
Harry surged forward, backing Malfoy up until he was against an old tree with vines twisting up it. They must have been close to the edge of the field. The tip of his wand poked Malfoy in the chest. "Looks like being a guard doesn't help much in fighting."
Anger flashed in Malfoy's eyes before fading away. "I knew someone would eventually come after me." He looked Harry up and down, sending a shiver up Harry's back for some reason. "You weren't this fit back in school."
Harry smiled. Malfoy was so unoriginal. Plenty of people had tried that before, flattering him and some even tried shagging him, hoping he would get distracted and they could escape. Then again, none of those people had been blokes and Harry was as gay as a slinky, as Ron liked to put it.
Ignoring him, Harry said threateningly, "You'll keep your mouth shut and come easily if you know what's good for you."
Harry didn't like the look on Malfoy's face at all. "I'll come easily if you're any good." Malfoy smirked.
To his displeasure he could feel his cheeks burn red. Malfoy noticed that too because he slid a hand down his body slowly, until he came to his trousers. Harry tried not to look interested, really, but his breath was coming in pants. Besides, he wasn't supposed to be turned on by Death Eaters. Definitely not his assignments.
Malfoy's pale hand unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. Harry let his wand drop to his side unwillingly. His eyes were fixed on Malfoy, who kicked his trousers off and dipped a finger down his pants. Harry realized that his own cock was straining in its confines.
Wait, what was he doing? Harry shook his head, trying to make it work properly, but the fog was denser now, so dense he couldn't even see his own knees; maybe he could blame it all on the fog. Fog could do things to people's minds, couldn't it?
"What's the matter, Potter, conflicted?" Suddenly their positions were flipped: Harry was the one against the tree, but Malfoy had knocked his wand to the ground. Harry was keeping himself there, but Malfoy stripping and giving him a smoldering look was really helping nothing but his cock. That wasn't helping either though, because his cock wasn't supposed to be erect, goddammit.
Harry stood straight, using the tree for balance, and stared Malfoy in the eyes. The blond's fingers fumbled over his shirt buttons and Harry squeezed his eyes shut, internal dialogue rushing through him. You're an auror, you can do this. It's just Malfoy, fucking Malfoy with his half-hard cock hanging out that I'd really like to suck.
"Come on," Malfoy purred, moving forward and pressing Harry flush against the tree. Harry couldn't think, he couldn't see, but he could feel his hands removing his own clothes and dropping them into the whiteness all around. He was so horny it wasn't fair. This is why he should take time off work to shag. If he didn't, he would end up nude with his assignment in the same predicament before him.
Malfoy's shirt finally came off and his arm rose for leverage against the bark while he surveyed Harry's naked body. Something black caught Harry's attention and he turned his head to see the dark mark engraved on light skin. He gasped, not because it was there but because his idiotic cock gave a twitch at the sight. He wasn't supposed to find the dark mark sexy. It was a vile, disgusting thing. It was...so wrong.
Harry moaned and Malfoy's face moved closer. Their lips crushed together angrily, harshly. Harry's back ground against the tough tree bark and he stepped on a twig. The blood leaked out of his bare foot but Malfoy's teeth latched onto his bottom lip, tugging it down so their tongues battled together, and Harry forgot all about his foot.
"Suck you," Harry managed between kisses. Malfoy's hands left his arse immediately and shoved him down. Harry blinked, trying to clear his head. He looked up but the fog was so dense he couldn't even see Malfoy's face. As he kneeled there on the dewy grass, his eyes slid off the leaking cock before him and landed on his wand, a few feet away. Malfoy couldn't see him. All he had to do was dart across the short distance, shout a binding spell, and take Malfoy back to the Ministry. It would have to be a record. He hadn't even had the case for two hours.
A hand tangled in his hair, pushing him forward so Malfoy's cock was the only thing he could see. "Well, get on with it then."
Harry closed the distance, taking the head of Malfoy's cock in his mouth. His thighs quivered and Harry smirked around his load. Halfheartedly his hand reached out but came a foot short of his wand. Abandoning that notion, he put forth all his effort, the small amount of experience he had. Before long he had Malfoy bent over, using the tree for balance. Harry slicked a finger and shoved it up Malfoy's arse, reaching and twisting at the same time he took as much of Malfoy's cock that he could, sucking harshly.
Malfoy gurgled and that was all the warning Harry had. He leaned back, coughing up come, Malfoy still above him. There was a soft "plunk" and Harry looked up, finally getting his coughing under control. Malfoy was sitting in the grass in front on him. He pressed their lips together softly. Harry melted into it, his eyes closing. Malfoy pulled back and Harry waited a second before leaning in again. He hadn't come yet.
Laughter filled his ears. His eyes opened but it didn't help. He couldn't see where Malfoy had taken off to. He reached for his wand but it wasn't there. "You bastard!" he roared, grabbing his clothes from behind him. More laughter sounded. There was no use searching for Malfoy in the fog; he couldn't even see his own feet. He turned to apparate angrily but on second thought bent over and picked up Malfoy's clothes. The git stole his wand, he was stealing his clothes. Not exactly even but getting there.
"Don't think I won't get you next time," he yelled, a loud crack following his words.
After dumping the clothes in the nearest dumpster Harry entered the Ministry. His footsteps echoed through the hallways. The clock in his cubicle read six o'clock. He had half an hour until supper at Ron and Hermione's.
His desk drawer shot open with so much force that the file in question landed on the floor. He picked it up, shoving the papers unceremoniously back in. With nothing but anger racing through him, he entered Kingsley's office, bypassing the polite notion of knocking.
"Harry, what's the meaning of this?" He sat straight and looked at him, taking in his damp clothes, messier than usual hair, and disheveled appearance. Harry slapped the file in front of him.
"I need reassigned."
Silence followed his statement. "But," Kingsley spluttered, "You're the best auror I have. You catch everyone."
He repeated, "I need reassigned."
Kingsley sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine, I guess. Anything you want to talk about?"
Without answering, Harry strode back out of Kingsley's office and to the Floo Network. He was going to find Malfoy no matter what, but he wasn't going to go about it in any auror way. And he wasn't sure what he would do after finding Malfoy and retrieving his wand.