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A Vicious Tangle (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"This better be good Draco, I'm missing my salon appointment for this." Pansy grumbled as she swept from the floo, dusting non-existent ash from her startling red robes.
"Morning to you too Pansy." Draco set his tea cup down and rose from his chair in polite greeting, the teapot lifting to pour its contents into the second empty cup with a flick of his wand.
Pansy raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. "Pleasantries aren't necessary between friends who have bathed together."
"When we were two." Draco pointed out, offering the cup of tea anyway despite her crossed arms, knowing that Pansy would continue to snip until she had some - the woman was positively dreadful in the morning.
"Yes and since then I've seen you fondle numerous men and stick your hands down Potter's pants so I think we are still past it don't you think?" She smirked and took the cup, arranging herself somewhat gracefully on the black leather lounge. "By the way I got a rather interesting owl from Blaise yesterday."
Draco paused with his hand on the back of his chair, his thoughts and body stilling. "Did you now?"
"Mhmm." She nodded, taking a tiny sip before carefully and meticulously settling herself comfortably in place. "Mentioned you had stopped by and that I may want to check in on you. Something about you being all...twitchy."
"Twitchy?" He narrowed his eyes. "I do not twitch."
"Sure you don't darling." Pansy smiled condescendingly, pausing to take another deliberately slow sip. "In either case I did stop by but guess who wasn't home?"
"I sense a story." Draco sighed, dropping down into his chair and crossing his long legs at the ankle. "Is it possible to skip the preliminaries and just get to the punch?"
Pansy didn't even bother replying to that, her finger twirling in her hair at her neck as she stared devilishly at him. "Imagine my worry when I waited around and it grew steadily later and you still hadn't shown. I was positively quaking with nerves, I mean what if something had happened to you? For all I knew you had been so twitchy-"
"I wasn't twitchy." Draco snapped.
"-that you stumbled right into the road and got run over by one of those horrid muggle contraptions."
"You mean a car." Draco cracked his jaw open and forced himself to take a sip of tea - hoping it would calm him a little.
"Yes, that's the one. A car. For all I knew you were lying in the road bleeding to death and crying for your dear sweet Pans." She spoke in a flourishing voice, like she was regaling an entire audience with a story of near death, her hand pressed dramatically over her heart.
"I assure you I wasn't."
"So I thought to myself that I would just pop by your office to make sure you were safe and sound." She was smirking fully now and Draco felt his stomach plummet at the look she was giving him - telling himself that surely she hadn't. "But you weren't there either, your horrid dank office with that awful doorframe was completely empty. Why I nearly had a fit of panic but then that batty woman you work with D-something-"
"Damaris." Draco supplied, unsure why he was helping her along with her story that was surely heading in a very bad direction, Draco's skin already pricking with uncomfortable heat.
"Mhmm right, her, well she suggested that you were probably with Potter and wouldn't you know that his cubicle with just down the hall and to the right?" She fell silent to let a pregnant pause fill the space between them, her eyes fixed on Draco's face as he tried not to squirm in front of her. "So naturally, being the most wonderful friend I am, I rushed through that dreadful maze of cubicles only to hear the oddest thing. Want to guess what it was?"
"No." Draco ground out, his hand tight on his thigh, firmly deciding that Pansy needed a new hobby to keep her obsessive attention. Or better yet, an actual job so that she wouldn't have the time to stick her nose in his life even if she wanted to.
"It was very faint but very clearly Potter. Begging. He apparently wanted something done harder." She tipped her chin triumphantly, her legs crossing as if to emphasize her point. "Any idea what he could have been talking about?"
"Pansy love, do you honestly have nothing better to do than to stalk me?" He asked, refusing to rise to the bait but also knowing it was useless to pretend he didn't know what she was talking about, the memory she was stirring up making a thin string of arousal spin through him.
He was actually lucky that she hadn't jumped in on them, proclaiming, "Ahha! I knew it!" considering how desperate she was in catching him with his hands dirty so to speak.
She shook her head. "No, not really. Remember dear I'm married to the biggest bore of the century and thus must live vicariously through you and since you are so ardently stringent about giving up any good details I must go hunting for myself. You know how I love the details and now I have some, like did you know that Potter has a tight, cock-hungry arse and that you apparently have a rather dirty mouth when it comes down to it? I mean Merlin Draco, how do even think of some of the things you were growling at him?"
"I'm not talking about this with you." Draco felt his entire body flush and knew his face was an embarrassing shade of pink as he stood abruptly, setting his teacup down loudly on the table.
"And he liked it." She continued, sounding like she was talking more to herself than to him now, her voice filled with breathy wonder. "I mean you told him to...well, to make it fit for polite conversation, to 'take it' and he just kept begging for more."
"I'm going to go get the biscuits." Draco muttered, wishing not for the first time that he and Pansy actually had some boundaries between them because honestly he did not need a recount of what happened between him and Potter from his slightly mentally addled best friend. But that was foolhardy because there never would be any between them, Pansy knew him too well just like he knew her and it was that deep connection that made her so invaluable to him and what also made her so damn agitating.
He was doomed to hear about his sex life with the Auror until something else shiny caught her fancy. Unfortunately he didn't see that happening any time soon. And now he was fleeing to his kitchen as she sat in his study when what he needed to be doing was preparing her for what she was actually there for, though he couldn't figure out which one was actually worse - Pansy talking about Potter's tight arse and Draco's enjoyment of it or Pansy staring at him in horror as he and Potter ask her to open up her locked memories.
There was a sharp knock at the door and Draco nearly thrust his head through the nearest wall because not only was he nowhere near having prepared Pansy for what was to come but Potter was here. Early, for once in his fucking life. Rushing to the door before the man could knock again and potentially alert Pansy to his presence, Draco yanked it open and glowered at the man standing on his stoop - his hair windblown and that damnable leather jacket hugging him once more.
God but Potter looked fit right then, the way riding his bike through the air made his skin flush and hair tangle making him far too irresistible.
"Bloody fuck." Draco breathed out, wondering how it was possible for him to become so aroused so quickly when all Potter had done was stand at his threshold and look at him.
"Hey." Potter smiled back at him, amusement clearly evident in his eyes. "Thought I'd stop by early so we could go over our strategy."
"Brilliant Potter, except for one thing." Draco wondered if the stress and want was evident in his tone as he gripped the door and continued to refuse him entrance. "She's already here."
His face fell as his eyes shifted to a spot over Draco's shoulder and back. "Oh."
"Indeed."
"Well, should I...?" He shifted his weight and blinked at Draco, his expression much too crestfallen for it to have simply been because they couldn't coordinate notes.
"Draco!" Pansy's voice rang from down the hall causing Draco to cringe. "Are you almost done because I just thought of something, does Potter always ac-"
It all happened in agonizing slow motion, Potter's eyes traveling curiously back down the hall as the floor creaked and Pansy presumably rounded the corner, his head cocked in question just as her voice trailed off on a surprised 'oh' - Draco's eyes slipping shut to keep from watching anymore of what was nothing short of a train wreck, at least in Draco's opinion, firmly deciding in that moment that Potter and Pansy shouldn't ever be allowed to converse.
"Potter?" Pansy asked skeptically as Draco debated the merit of never turning around and laying eyes on his friend again - if only to save face and not have to witness her no doubt shocked but smug expression.
"Erm, good morning Parkinson." Potter replied with stiff politeness. "Do I always what?"
"Mhmm? Oh...nothing." Pansy laughed, the sound strained like her voice usually got when she was around the great Harry Potter, the very man she had once tried to turn over to the Dark Lord in a fit of panic.
Draco opened his eyes just in time to see the confusion flicker over Potter's face as he opened his mouth to reply and in a move that may not have been the wisest Draco was shoving him backwards with a quickly muttered, "give us just a moment?" and snapping the door shut in his face.
"Well that was classy." Pansy snickered.
Draco whipped around to glare at her, stalking nearer as she held her ground. "Do not mention any of your details. I mean it Pansy, no innuendo, nothing alright?"
"Tetchy." She rolled her eyes.
"Pansy." He gritted, peaking behind himself, surprised when he found the door still firmly shut - half assuming that Potter would have already come bursting indignantly back inside.
"Yes, alright, I swear to keep any and all salacious comments to myself." She sighed, her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. "What is he doing here anyway? Come to sweep you off to a romantic breakfast?"
"Hardly." Draco snorted, all humor gushing right back out of him as he was faced with the remembered reality of why Potter was currently on his stoop - no doubt scowling menacingly and plotting Draco's punishment. "He's actually here to speak with you." He said softly, watching as the puzzlement and apprehension filled her face.
"Why?" She asked slowly, taking an unconscious step backwards, her voice sounding suddenly quite small.
"Remember when he fetched you to watch over me after something happened on a case?" Draco took her hand in his, the physical connection seeming to snap the daze right back out of her eyes, though she still looked fearful and uncertain as she nodded. "Well more things have been happening. Odd things that I don't fully understand. But somehow each murder has a memory connected to it, things from long ago and some...I'm not sure. But there was one memory in particular that we feel may lead in the right direction if we can just figure out why it was attached in the first place."
"You're not making much sense." She spoke softly, her dark brown eyes falling to where he held her hand. "What does this have to do with me? He doesn't think that I...does he?"
Draco shook his head quickly. "No, of course not, no one is accusing you of anything." He reassured her, trying to figure out how to form the next part of his explanation after having so thoroughly butchered the first. "You...and me, we are the focus of the memory. It's of the night Theo died."
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Pansy was sitting very still on the lounge, her eyes vacant and skin pale, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.
Draco hovered in the doorway, uncertain what to do with himself, his arms oddly heavy and useless. He wondered if he should be next to her, holding her, reassuring her, protecting her. He wondered if he should bar Potter from ever speaking to her again. He wondered if she would ever be able to fully meet his eye again after having sat through Potter's questions and given them her memory of that night in a glass phial. He wondered if Potter would ever touch him again after viewing it.
Tea - he was supposed to be fetching tea, he reminded himself, that was why he was up and not beside her any longer. But he couldn't seem to leave the room completely, worried that if he did she would slip away from him forever. He felt like he had failed her somehow.
"Malfoy?"
Draco turned halfway to spot Potter over his right shoulder, Pansy's memory in his hand and a strange unreadable emotion in his eyes. "Mhmm?" He hummed quietly, apprehension filling him now that Potter was back - now that Potter not only knew but had witnessed him becoming a murderer.
"Are you alright?" Potter asked quietly after peaking over his shoulder at Pansy and then he reached out and touched him - a light hand on his wrist, a simple gesture that crumbled him, a weakness spreading through him that made him feel faint as he realized that he hadn't been wondering if Potter would ever touch him again, he had been sure he wouldn't.
"I'm fine." He breathed out, sagging into the doorframe with his back to Pansy, guilt pricking him for even worrying about himself at the moment and forcing away the unsettling fact that just the possibility of that had terrified him.
Potter looked like he wanted to say something, his fingers lingering on Draco's, as he breathed deeply through his nose. "You were right about her roommates witnessing the story." He spoke softly, taking a tiny step closer. "But there was someone else there as well."
"Who?" Draco asked, feeling his pulse pick up at the possibility.
"I don't know, whoever it was, was mostly hidden beneath the bedcovers." He paused and glanced back at Pansy. "We'll need to ask her."
Draco tensed and inexplicably found his hands gripping the open flaps of Potter's leather jacket as he stared at the stark contrast between it and his pale fingers. "Now?" He murmured as he silently scolded himself, ordering his hands to let go but finding himself unable to. His emotions running much too high as he waited for Potter's response.
What he didn't except was for Potter to slip his hand up to his cheek and slide closer, their foreheads nearly connecting with a soft inhale. "You did what you had to do Draco." He whispered as his eyes fell shut.
It took him a moment to realize what Potter was talking about but once realization hit he felt a tremor race down him. The war hero was absolving him of guilt of the crime he had committed against his friend, he was in as few words as necessary reassuring him that he had done what he needed to and he wasn't the evil being he thought himself to be for it. Because for years Draco had woken from dreaming of that night in a sweat, for years he had turned it around and around in his head - trying to scope out a different way he could have had handled things. He was sure that if it had been Potter in the same situation that he would have found a way to save both Theo and Pansy - that he would have never turned his wand on a friend no matter how dire the circumstance. It was living with Theo's blood on his hands and Pansy's torn spirit because of it that had marked him more than any ugly tattoo ever could - the Dark Mark had faded to unsightly scars up and down his forearm but he had assumed the mark left from that one night never would.
And it wasn't until that moment as he heard Potter lift a fraction of the weight from his chest that he had been waiting for his judgment on it for all these years. It was absurd to think that Potter telling him his opinion would make any difference and yet it did.
It felt like light hitting a dark hole in his soul, he felt like smiling and crying and his hands were wrapping around Potter's waist and his nose was bumping into Potter's less pointy one. He let out a noise that sounded both like a whimper and a cry as he tipped his chin and pressed him mouth quickly over Potter's, pulling back immediately only to find himself unable to keep from pressing right back in - Potter's lips so soft and warm as he peppered his mouth with kisses that grew longer and longer each time he was pulled back towards him by his own need until he could no longer pull back at all.
Their mouths melded fully together and Draco felt undone as the man's taste flooded his tongue. He tasted nothing like gin, he didn't even taste earthy like he smelled. He tasted like black tea and spices and something so purely him. He drank him in, pressing his body closer until they weren't separated by even a speck of air, his tongue caressing Potter's as he shivered and melted into a puddle of heat - Potter's hands holding his head like he was determined to prevent Draco's escape.
Except he had absolutely no intention of escaping. He had no intention of ever stopping. Kissing Potter made him feel alive, so very, very alive. He wasn't sure when it started to turn frantic, when he had spun them until Potter was pressed into the wall beside the open door, when his hand had tangled itself in Potter's hair. He wasn't sure how he managed to pull back and gulp in air before his lips were attacking Potter's once more, he wasn't sure how he suddenly remembered where they were and who was sitting in the room behind them.
He wasn't sure how he managed to stop kissing him even after reality crashed back into him. He panted with his forehead against Potter's, their lips inches away as Draco blinked and tried to regain his senses that Potter had so thoroughly stolen. It wasn't helping that Potter was still placing wet kisses over his tingling lips and along his jaw, that his hands had slipped down to grip the blondes back in a binding embrace. It didn't help that he knew his bed was just down the hall and now that he knew what kissing him was like all he could think about was doing it again and again as he took him – slowly and languidly, drawing out their pleasure until they were nothing but a muddle of want.
"I'll just get the tea then shall I?"
Draco turned his head at the exact same time Potter did, their eyes landing on Pansy with a cocky smile on her lips and a flush on her cheeks while still locked in their intimate embrace. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth only to have nothing come out, his breathing far too loud in the hall and making Pansy’s smirk deepen.
"Carry on, I'll be in the kitchen." She said cheekily before sweeping past them and disappearing a moment later.
"Shit." He groaned, finally having found his voice, one hand leaving Potter's hair to brace himself against the wall. "I'm never going to hear the end of this."
Potter's laugh was breathless and when Draco shifted his gaze to him he quickly realized that was a terrible mistake - freshly snogged Potter was even more irresistible than I just dropped out of the sky Potter. "Well look at it this way, at least she's out of her depressed shock from the questioning." He smiled then tipped his head a little, biting into the corner of his plump bottom lip as he studied Draco's expression. "Are you going to kiss me again?"
"Best not." Draco replied but didn't make any move to untangle himself from the other man.
"Yeah..." Potter agreed but then a second later his tongue was back in Draco's mouth in a kiss that was quick and hard like Potter was determined to make sure Draco never second guessed the merits of kissing him ever again.
Not that he needed any more convincing, especially when Potter moaned a little broken sound that vibrated all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
When the embrace begrudgingly ended, Draco pulled himself away as a noise from the kitchen jostled him back into his senses. He took a steadying breath and poorly willed his untimely erection away as Potter panted against the wall – his lips shiny with saliva and his cheeks housing a radiant flush. "Right...so," he cleared his throat and glanced up. "...Pansy."
Potter smiled and nodded, raking a hand through his hair and pushing himself upright, an obvious bulge in his jeans making Draco want to push him right back up against it - leaving the questioning to later and giving Pansy more details for her overactive, sex starved mind. They stared at each other for a moment with a coil tight in his belly before Draco scoffed at his own rapidly beating heart and turned sharply away - leading them down the hall and into the kitchen.
"All finished?" Pansy grinned lewdly at them from her spot at the small square table, her gaze traveling slowly and purposely up and down each of them in turn.
Draco very deliberately kept himself from squirming and glanced back at Potter to gauge his reaction to the blatant appraisal. "Find the tea?" He asked, looking pointedly down at the empty table before her.
She shook her head. "Oh no, too busy."
Draco narrowed his eyes at that. "Pansy-"
"We have one more question." Potter interrupted him, bumping into his shoulder in pure Gryffindor style as he swept into the kitchen and plopped down across from Pansy at the table.
"Imagine that, so do I."
"Ours first." Draco grumbled before she could open her mouth and do something that would force him to strangle her to get her to shut back up.
Pansy assessed him silently for a moment before nodding. "Alright but that means I get two questions then." She leveraged and Draco inwardly cursed her Slytherin nature as he stiffly nodded in agreement - already dreading what she would think up.
Potter glanced between them, his nose wrinkling but he thankfully didn't comment on it, his back straightening in Auror mode when Draco nodded at him to continue. "The memory you gave, when you were back in your dorm, there was a fourth person you didn't mention, someone hiding in a bed. Can you recall who that was?"
The smile fell off Pansy's face as she forced her mind back once more to that night, the distant look overriding the overt glee of having just caught Draco in the act. He watched her struggled, watched the emotions pull at her face and slump her shoulders. He was kneeling in front of her in the next moment, her hands in his. He squeezed her smaller fingers and murmured her name softly until she glanced up at him. "It's important Pans, you know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't. There was Tracy, Millicent, Daphne, and...?"
"Her sister." She answered very quietly. "Her sister I think."
"Who's sister?" Potter asked from above them.
"Daphne's." She muttered, her eyes slipping closed as she concentrated hard. "Astoria I think was her name."
"Greengrass?" Potter clarified.
"Yes. She spent a lot of time in our room, she suffered from nightmares during our last year there." Pansy opened her eyes and locked them with Draco's. "Remember her? She barely ever let go of Daphne all year."
Draco desperately tried to place her, to remember what she looked like, but it was all hazy - he had had little time for younger classmates during his time at Hogwarts, especially during his sixth and seventh year when he barely saw anyone besides Pansy and Blaise. "What did she look like?" He pressed, his palms suddenly slick with sweat in opposition to the cold that had started back down his spine.
She shrugged lightly. "I...like Daphne but...daintier?" She whispered and Draco felt his insides seize up, the briefest flash of what he knew of the girl from the memories accosting him but he refused to let it settle in him completely, not until he knew for sure. Jumping to conclusions at this point would only slow him down and send him careening in the wrong direction.
"Anything else you can remember that might be useful?" Potter questioned.
Pansy thought for a moment and then shook her head. "No. I don't remember much from that year."
"Thank you." Draco whispered as he gathered her into a rare hug, the fact that she melted immediately forward and into him proof of just how hard this had been for her. He caught Potter's eye as he held her, refusing to let go until she felt steady under his hands, the Auror smiling faintly at them before mouthing a goodbye that had the band constricting Draco's heart tighten further. He was grateful that Potter had the tact to make himself scarce and would no doubt be running off to track down the Greengrass family, as he waited for Pansy to return to her snarky self - his mind unwilling lingering on Potter's soft smile as he knelt on his kitchen floor.
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