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You Can Run but not Hide	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it.

Chapter List
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- 2
Author's note: All right, this is another contribution of mine for Halloween - and I hope I'm not too late with this *winces* It's going to have two parts, because otherwise I couldn't finish it on time *coughs*
It's the sequel to Ensnaring Enthralment and you might want to read that one first in order to completely understand this story. The next chapter will contain MPreg.
Warnings: Harry's pov; violence; brief mention of a dead body; sort of cliffhanger; established slash.
I hope you'll like the first part!
Part 1
Thank Merlin for Muffle charms, Harry thought and crept closer to the cave.
Currently he, Ron and a mousy brown haired bloke named Frank were tracking down a wizard accused of robbing and murdering eleven people. Keith Halcon – most likely an alias – had fled as soon as he caught sight of Frank's robes. The Tracking charm Ron had managed to cast on Halcon before he Apparated away, had led the three Aurors to a remote, small forest in Scotland near some cliffs. The charm took them to the middle of the forest and ended right in front of a half hidden cave. Heavy tree branches covered most of the entrance from view, but Harry could clearly see a gap near the left side.
His breath left him in the form of white fog and he grimaced at the sensation of the cold, sharp wind cutting across his cheeks. It was the end of January and winter had settled itself firmly in the country. He supposed he should be glad that it wasn't snowing today; chasing after criminals in the snow was not something he would recommend.
Chancing a glance to the left, he caught Ron's eyes and he held up two fingers. Ron nodded in understanding and hovered behind a tree; turning his head to give the same signal to Frank who was lingering on the other side of the cave. Harry would enter the cave first and Ron and Frank would follow two minutes later. That would give Harry enough time to locate Halcon without bringing himself into too much danger.
He moved soundlessly over the dead leaves, creeping closer to the cave while staying on high alert. There was only the sounds of birds tittering shrilly in the trees. He waited in tense silence next to the entrance of the cave, but his ears didn't pick up any sounds of Halcon. That didn't mean much of course. He could easily be standing quietly near the entrance or he could have gone deeper into the cave. Only one way to find out.
His arm brushed across one of the branches as he slipped inside, blinking against the sudden darkness. Daylight barely reached inside and he only dared to use a very weak Lumos, wanting to keep his presence a secret as much as he could. Halcon didn't know they had managed to follow him to this place, so there was a chance he wasn't on high alert now.
Senses on high alert, the dark haired wizard slowly and carefully made his way deeper into the cave. Occasionally the wind managed to sneak in, the howling sound echoed by the hollow space. There was only one direction to follow, which Harry was grateful for. If the cave had been made up out of various corridors, it would have been more difficult to pinpoint the exact location of the killer.
The deeper he went, the more puddles started to appear on the ground and the air began to smell salty, like the ocean. Why would Halcon stay here? Was this some kind of base for him?
Abruptly Harry halted when he spotted light dancing across the wall. The corridor bent to the right here and he stopped right around the corner, listening intently. There was the faint sound of water sloshing and he wondered whether the tide was strong enough to make the water rise high in the cave. It would certainly explain the puddles he had come across on his way here. It also made him worry and hope that he was out of here before high tide came.
He tensed up when footsteps came close to where he was hiding behind the corner and his hand tightened around his wand.
Halcon was muttering feverishly to himself. "Can't find out. No, they won't, I got away on time, right? Right, I did. I just need to stay low, here, for a few days. Just a few days and then I can leave. He said so himself."
Harry narrowed his eyes; apparently Halcon wasn't working alone. Kingsley wasn't going to be happy with this information.
Movement in the corner of his eye made him turn his head sharply and he nodded when Ron crouched down next to him, closely followed by Frank. Ron jerked his thumb at the wall behind them.
"He there?" he mouthed.
Harry inclined his head and peeked around the corner. Halcon was pacing back and forth at the edge where water met stone. The space was rather small and there weren't any big rocks where the Aurors could hide behind.
Fuck.
"We'll have to be quick," Harry whispered, turning back to his two partners. "There is nothing to hide behind, so we're going to have to use the element of surprise."
"Oh joy," Ron whispered sourly.
"Better get it done then," Frank sighed, sliding his wand out of his pocket. "Who's going first?"
"Might as well be me," Harry murmured. He was closest to Halcon, so it only made sense that he would go first. Taking one last deep breath, he looked around the corner to check Halcon's position and raised an Anti-Apparition ward.
As soon as the man had his back to Harry, he trained his wand at him and said loudly, "Last chance, Halcon! Surrender or - "
He ducked back behind the corner just in time. Something shaped like a purple green flame shot right past him and blasted apart against the wall right across from Harry. He cursed and quickly raised a shield to protect himself from the jagged pieces of rock flying in every direction.
"No surrender then," Frank said dryly and Ron huffed.
In unspoken agreement they left their hiding place, facing the killer directly. Ron raised a shield in lieu of not having any available rocks to act as cover and Frank yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
Halcon's wand twitched, but the man snarled and cast the Busting Drum curse, which Frank barely managed to avoid.
"Stupefy!" Harry snapped, but Halcon deflected it by ducking right on time behind a huge rock.
Ron growled, his eyes flashing with anger, and a snarled "Expulso!" made the huge rock explode in tiny pieces and caused Halcon to be slammed back in the wall with a scream.
"Nice," Frank muttered, before he flicked his wand and said in rapid succession, "Impedimenta! Incarcerous!"
The two spells hit Halcon right in his chest and the man froze, limbs locked together, before ropes suddenly appeared out of thin air, wrapping themselves tightly around his upper body.
"Thank Merlin," Ron sighed, lowering his wand a bit as he slowly approached Halcon, who stared back at him with murderous eyes, but couldn't move anymore. "Let's get him to the Ministry before the tide rises."
"And you don't want to miss your date with Hermione," Harry said teasingly, following his friend.
"It's been months since we last had time together without the children," Ron huffed, coming to a stop a few feet away from Halcon. "Excuse me for wanting to take advantage of that."
"I know the feeling all too well," Frank sagely said, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Let's get out of here, shall we?"
It happened in a flash. Ron took a step forwards and suddenly a high pitched sound erupted, bouncing off against the walls of the cave. "What the - "
"RON!" Harry dove forwards, pushing Ron against the wall as he had recognised the sound as one belonging to a spell that would make the ground explode if it was triggered.
He realised too late that the spell had triggered a second one. Before he could raise a shield, a huge invisible fist slammed into his chest and he went flying backwards, straight into the unforgiving rock wall.
And then everything went black.
An impeccable white ceiling greeted him mockingly when he opened his eyes. He blinked, wondered why everything looked so blurry and then realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses.
And he was in Saint Mungos. Again. He hadn't been here in nearly three months, which had been some kind of record for him. His head pounded and his back ached even when lying still. Fuck, getting thrown against a rock wall really wasn't pleasant. At least he hadn't broken anything – he thought at least.
Draco wasn't going to be happy at all if he found out about this.
"Careful, Harry!" Hermione's voice reached him from somewhere on his left as he struggled to sit up. Warm hands touched his shoulders and gently pushed down so that he was forced to lie still unless he wanted to struggle.
It probably was a good idea to lie still; hot pain flared up and he couldn't supress a hiss, his breath leaving him all at once as he struggled to deal with the unexpected bolt of pain.
"Damn it!" he cursed, finally catching his breath again as the pain dulled a bit.
"That's what happens when you try to get up quickly after meeting a wall." Ron appeared on his right. He sounded light-heartened, but his eyes belied his tone, showcasing his concern for his best friend.
"Please tell me Halcon didn't manage to escape," Harry groaned, offering Hermione a quick, grateful smile when she handed him his glasses. He put them on and blinked as his sighed adjusted, the blurriness disappearing.
"No, he's in a holding cell now," Ron replied, lowering himself in a chair that had seen better days. "How are you feeling, mate?"
"Like I got smacked into a wall," the dark haired man answered deadpan. "How long am I supposed to stay here?"
Before either one of his friends could answer, the door to his room – a private one like he always got whenever he landed in the hospital – opened, revealing Draco, whose eyes were practically spitting fury, glinting metallic.
"Oh dear," Hermione muttered and her hands, which had been straightening out Harry's blanket – stilled as she straightened her back.
"Mind telling me, Potter, how the hell you managed to end up here again?" Draco spat, marching over to the bed. His eyes flashed and his face looked sharper than usually.
"Did you really have to tell Draco?" Harry muttered, throwing an annoyed look at Hermione, knowing better than to expect Ron to willingly talk to Draco.
"I didn't tell - "
"Well? I'm still waiting for my answer," Draco drawled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Silver grey eyes narrowed as they studied Harry, obviously looking for any visible injuries.
"Our mission went a bit awry at the end, but I'm fine," Harry insisted. He wanted to sit up, but he feared that one wrong movement would have him spasm with pain again. That was definitely not a good way to show his boyfriend that he was fine.
Draco walked around the bed, blocking Ron's view and ignoring his squawk of indignation as he came to a stop next to Harry. His hand landed on Harry's shoulder, the heat of it soothing and familiar. "Because clearly people who are fine end up in the hospital," the blond sneered and his fingers tightened a bit around Harry's shoulder, nails digging into his skin faintly.
"I just have a headache," Harry muttered petulantly, not willing to admit that his back was killing him whenever he moved even less than an inch.
"You know, private rooms have a limit of two guests at a time," Healer Jasen sighed as he entered the room, brandishing Harry's file – which was starting to become very thick.
"You heard the Healer, Weasley," Draco smiled snidely.
"How about you shut the f-"
"Gentlemen," Jasen interrupted Ron sharply, coming to a stop in front of the hospital bed. The Healer's ice blue eyes landed on Harry and he opened the file. "Well, you were extremely lucky, Mister Potter. Even though the blow was severe enough to cause broken bones, you got away with some big bruises. Not even a concussion. We did a full body scan as well, but that didn't reveal any internal bleedings either. We can give you some painkilling potions for the bruises and some salve to heal those."
"But I'm good to go?" Harry inquired relieved.
"Yes, you are. Maybe you can try to stay out of the hospital for more than three months now, hm?" Jasen suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"I just love visiting this place," Harry retorted sarcastically and then made the mistake of trying to sit up. As soon as he realised what he was doing, he froze, already anticipating the bolt of pain.
He felt nothing but a vague ache as if the bruise was already fading away.
He blinked, surprised at the sudden lack of pain – not that he was complaining. "Did you already give - "
"Let's get you home," Draco stated, slipping his arm around Harry's shoulders, helping him sit up. "You can rest there. I'll send an owl to Shacklebolt that you're resting for the rest of the week."
"The rest of the week?" Harry immediately protested, spluttering when his hospital gown – and really there had been no need to put him in that – was exchanged for his sweater. "I still have at least two days left and we need to question Halcon!"
"Too bad," Draco retorted nonchalantly. "I'm sure Weasley can handle everything on his own, right?"
"Mate, even though I really hate to agree with the bastard here, maybe it's best if you take the rest of the week off," Ron sighed, throwing a glare at the blond haired wizard. "You did get thrown violently against the wall of the cave."
Harry gaped at his best friend, shocked that the man was actually agreeing with Draco. Why did his boyfriend and best friend choose now of all times to agree for once? He was starting to think this was all one bloody conspiracy.
"Rest will do you well, Harry," Hermione agreed, patting his hand soothingly.
Draco smirked, holding up Harry's trousers. "Now let's get you into those and back at home, hm?"
His annoyance at being ordered around was enough to make him forget the sudden absence of pain.
"You're sure you don't want to stay?" Draco asked in a low voice, teeth nipping teasingly at Harry's right shoulder. His arms slipped around Harry's waist, hands interlocking on his stomach as the blond sat up, pressing his bare chest against his lover's back.
Harry groaned, letting his head fall back on the blond's shoulder, shivering when fingers caressed his lower stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of his trousers. "It's not a matter of not wanting to," he replied, letting his own fingers trace meaningless patterns on Draco's arm. The pale skin practically glowed in the weak sunlight; outside some birds chittered busily as they made leaves rustle loudly. "It's that I don't have a choice. I have to escort Halcon to Azkaban. He received his punishment yesterday and today he'll be moved into his cell. I'm one of the Aurors who's going to escort him from his holding cell in the Ministry."
"Can't someone else take over?" Draco suggested; hot breath hitting the back of Harry's neck. "Send an owl, tell them you're sick. It can happen, you know." He trailed kisses from Harry's jaw to the spot where his neck met his shoulder and before the dark haired man could stop him, lips were sucking at his skin, a tongue sweeping over the bruising spot.
Harry hissed at the pressure, pulling away whilst slapping a hand over the throbbing mark. "I told you before: no marks above the collar!" he scolded, twisting around in Draco's hold.
The blond looked completely unrepentant. Silver grey eyes glittered brightly as hands starting to tug at his shirt. "It's not like they're going to fire you for it," he snorted. "If anything, it will finally give people the much needed clue that you're already taken by me."
Green eyes rolled in exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you that nobody is interested in me like that?" Harry sighed, lowering his hand. He would need to cover the mark up with a Glamour charm before he went to his office. His colleagues liked gossip too much for his liking. "And even if there were – I'm only interested in one guy," he murmured, closing the small gap between them to kiss Draco.
Slender fingers left his shirt alone for now and instead slid into his hair, tugging softly at his locks. Draco broke their kiss slowly; his eyes trailing thoughtfully over Harry's face.
"What?" Harry inquired when the other man kept staring at him.
"I was thinking … We've been together for almost a year now."
"Yes," Harry said slowly, trying to figure out where the other wizard was going with this.
"Well, isn't it time that we cut out the whole switching between two places?" Draco suggested, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Harry blinked, trying to work out whether he had understood what Draco was implying. "Do you mean … live together?" he asked, his voice ending a bit higher than he would have liked at the end.
"Yes, us in one house," Draco replied and now he was definitely smirking as he trailed a hand up and down over Harry's arm. "I'm getting a bit tired of constantly going back and forth. Wouldn't it be nice if we start living together officially? We're already at each other's place for the majority of the week anyway." He sat up straighter; a glimmer of excitement shining through his face. "Think about it; we can sleep together in one bed every night, we can wake up together every morning, we don't have to constantly juggle with our stuff if we stay over at the other one's place … We're already together for a year – I'd say it's safe to say that we're permanent now."
Living together? He and Draco? Harry was stunned at the question, but he had to admit that Draco was right. They had been going back and forth between each other's homes for months now, more often than not staying there for the majority of the week before they returned to their own place. They had been together for a year, so it only made sense that they took their relationship a step further and started living together officially.
And he liked the idea of waking up next to Draco every morning and falling asleep next to him every night. Not having to be apart except for when they were at work or visiting friends. It made butterflies flutter madly in his stomach and he smiled, feeling himself flush.
"I think it's …"
BZZZTTT!
The alarm spell he had used so that he would leave on time made him jump nearly three feet in the air and he swore, whirling around to grab his wand off the nightstand. "Damn it! Sorry, Draco, I have to leave now or otherwise I'll be late. We'll talk about this tonight!" He clasped his Auror robes around his neck and bent down to give the stunned looking blond a kiss on his mouth. "I'll see you tonight, love you!"
He ran to the foyer that connected Malfoy Manor to his own place, from where he would travel further to the Ministry, cursing the alarm for its impeccable timing.
Talking with Draco about their future was definitely preferable over escorting a convicted criminal to Azkaban, but he had no choice but to deal with it.
It was his job and his job wouldn't wait merely because he was finally going to take the next step with Draco.
He was met with Ron's ashen face when he finally stumbled into his office, only a minute too late.
"Ron, what's wrong?" he asked alarmed, halting in the doorway. "Is it Hermione?"
"Harry, we've got a problem," Ron said, throwing an open file on Harry's desk.
Harry approached his desk warily, eyeing his best friend. "A new case? But don't we need to escort Halcon to …" he trailed off, breath halting as his gaze fell on the first page of the file. The picture containing a very familiar body, dismembered, blood dripping over every visible surface, glared back at him.
"Keith Halcon was murdered."
A beat of silence.
"And they think the killer is someone in this department."
Fuck.
AN2: The real 'horror' I suppose you can call that will start in the next chapter. Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
I hope to see you all in the next part!
Cuddles
Melissa
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