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When Do I Get to Have That?	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 33910 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 2
How Tight are We?
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Just thought I'd put a disclaimer: If you don't like what you read, don't flame just go find something else. Or better yet go and write your own story! Any flames will be deleted immediately.
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Harry�s kitchen was dark and subdued with mahogany wooden cabinets and a black granite countertop. The refrigerator was stainless steel and the stove was of a dark metallic complexion. Harry�s flat was located in Muggle London close to a Visitors� Entrance because he wasn�t connected to the Ministry floo network. No matter how persuasive Ron and Hermione and countless others had tried to be, Harry hadn�t listened. He didn�t want to receive firecalls or uninvited guests. For safety reasons, Harry allowed Hermione and Ron to be connected to his fireplace along with Hidden and Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall who insisted on being able to reach him. Harry was sure that it was due to her desire to remain in contact with him. She had no children of her own and Harry respected the fact that she wanted to be a maternal figure to him even after the war and graduation. Although, Harry was immensely grateful that she was nothing like Molly Weasley who forced herself on him whenever she could. The burrow did not have unrestricted access to his home and now that Harry thought of it, he would need to place a time restriction on Ron and Hermione�s access to his home.
Harry stood over his fireplace entrance and slowly glided his wand in front of it. The wards placed there wove a thick and intricate web that was encoded with some of Harry�s own personal creations. He waited for the personal auroras of those he allowed access to appear before pulling on the strand that permitted Hermione and Ron. He flicked his wand and looped the fair colored string twice. Using a silent incantation, Harry thought of the specific time boundaries, applied it and watched as the web became invisible to the naked eye. Harry headed to the kitchen to fix his usual morning meal.

Harry sat down to his breakfast of steak and fried eggs only to have his food snatched from him. Resisting the urge to yell and vent his frustration at his new flat mate, Harry turned to face his red headed friend. Ron stood there still in Harry�s pajamas from the night before with an odd look on his face.

Harry raised an eyebrow and gestured to his plate, �If you were that hungry I would have left you something in the frying pan.�

Harry held out his hand only to be ignored as Ron lifted the plate to his nose inhaling its delectable scent. �No way.�

�Give it here. It�s mine, I fixed it, I eat it.�

�Harry,� Ron began after Harry jumped to his feet and attempted to snatch the plate from his annoying childhood friend.

�Ron, I have a pretty good night until you and I want my breakfast.� Harry inhaled sharply and made as if he was going to pull his wand.

�Wait, listen to me look at the steak.�

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously wondering if Ron was going to scarf it down while he watched. �Yeah, I�m looking.�
�It�s rare, Harry. You didn�t cook it.� Harry waited a few more minutes before answering. The meat was rather red, but it still smelled ready for consumption. He murmured something unintelligible and returned to his place at the table after Ron agreed to fry it.
�You burnt it.� Harry grumbled as he pushed his steak from his eggs. Ron seated himself next to Harry. The table could only hold two diners. Harry�s kitchen wasn�t big enough to fit a four person table and Harry was grateful for that. Usually, Hermione and Ron would invite him over their place instead of the other way round.
�Nonsense, it�s just cooked to perfection. Maybe not like mum�s, but just as good.� Harry didn�t thank Ron for the excuse given. He ate quietly and picked at his burnt meat. Harry was enticed by the eggs which had had time to soak in the juices from the steak before it had been cooked to �perfection.�
�How was last night? Eh? You seem to have had a good time. Meet a few girls?� Harry didn�t fail to hear Ron�s stress on the word girls in his inquiry. Harry chewed his eggs slowly drawing out the time between his response and Ron�s reaction.
�I don�t know. Wasn�t really paying attention.� Harry stood having not touched his burnt steak and reminded Ron that he would be late for work if he didn�t dress. It was quarter to nine and Harry didn�t like being late. He exited the kitchen ignoring Ron questions. How he longed for the times when awoke to the silence of his flat and peace of his private breakfasts.
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�Auror Potter, good to see you, good to see you. How have you been? I trust that your night was as restful as the good Merlin allowed?� Smiling briefly, Harry replied stiffly to Mr. Benning of the Magical Equipment Control office. He was in no mood for politics. Mr. Benning was head of his department and he had offered Harry, like every other department a high ranking position. Harry was never sure if the man was just being polite or messing with his mind by acting polite because of who Harry was. Harry moved over as two more wizards entered the lift.

The usual glances and gazes filled with awe at his mere presence still unnerved Harry, but he refused to cower away from them. Harry figured that they would stare at him regardless. Heading along the harshly lit hallway, Harry passed various offices on his way to the Auror Department. He wanted to make it to his desk before being confronted by any of his superior officers. They liked to remind him of their seniority.
Harry made it to his desk located in an office instead of the newbie enclaves where Ron�s was located. When Harry had first discovered this difference between them, even though they were entering at the same time, he had tried to change it. He bargained for a cubicle and was rebuked by the section chief. Harry didn�t want to make the man look like he was disrespecting the Savior of the Wizarding World so he shut up and encouraged Ron to do the same. Of course, it took Ron a few weeks to cool off enough to talk to him. After Hermione and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had a discussion with him, Ron had considered his options and chose to remain Harry�s friend. This morning, Harry was wondering if had made a mistake in permitting Ron to stay within his good graces.
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Ron stood at the back of the conference room with his back against the wall. His arms were folded over his chest. His eyes were focused intently on Harry who�s body language spoke volumes about his boredom. Ron was surprised that Harry�s late night didn�t have him falling asleep sitting up. So many things seemed to have changed his best mate and Ron was intent to figure it out, even if that meant using his training as an investigative Auror to do so.
Thankfully, Hermione had noticed the changes as well. Harry no longer used them as a crutch as he had after the war. Harry had been an emotional wreck suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which Madame Pomfrey had diagnosed and said that treatment could last a lifetime. There was no cure, not even in the Muggle world. Sure Ron had lost patience, but that didn�t mean that he�d lost perspective. Yes, Ron still suffered from jealously that crippled his ability to respect his friend�s blessings and curses, but he was still here for Harry. Ron honestly wanted to know what made Harry so confident in his demeanor and his outlook on life. If Harry found that going out at night and partying his way through his PTSD or depression or whatever was the answer, Ron was going to make sure that Harry knew the consequences.

Harry couldn�t party until the end of his life. Ron knew that. He�d been raised to understand commitment and loyalty. He was Harry�s most loyal friend outside of Hermione. There was no one else for Harry to turn to. In the realm of love Ron was sure that Ginny was what Harry needed to become a responsible adult. Ron was certain that Harry would honestly want nothing more than a relationship like the one Ron and Hermione shared. Perhaps Ginny could Harry a baby or two to look after and to take his mind off of his problems. A good stable, respectable relationship was what Harry needed not a room full of loose women with loose morals.

Harry did not need a series of one night stands until reality woke him from his debauched nightmare. A good woman was what Harry needed and what Ron knew as his best mate that he wanted deep down. Harry wanted another woman to replace the wound left in his heart by the deaths of his mother, father, godfather and mentors: Lupin and Professor Dumbledore. Ron and Hermione knew what was best for him. All they had to do was find a way to convince Harry of their intentions. If Ron followed their play to a t, then they would be utterly successful and Ginny would be married to one of the wealthiest wizards in the Wizarding World.

When Ron heard his name called, he called present and told the new case file and went to assemble with his cohort. Harry was the only novice Auror who was unassigned an official cohort. Instead, he floated from group to group according to who ever needed his specialties. Ron understood that logic, but a part of him didn�t understand why his place in the Golden Trio didn�t benefit him more. He was Harry�s right hand man. Without him Riddle�s locket would have been broken effectively. Shaking his head, Ron brushed past Harry and gave him a firm nod. He hoped to leave early and maybe meet up with Hermione during lunch. He needed to speak with her about Harry�s eating habits. Ron knew that with Ginny Harry would have no need to eat raw steak for breakfast and then refer to it as burnt when cooked thoroughly.

Honestly, Ron shook his head, what was a wizard without his witch?
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Harry stared hard at the case file in front of him. This time, this day of all days, he was assigned a special case all to himself. Of course his superiors were doing this to prove his inability to be an effective leader and that he was riding on his past triumphs and good luck. None of the hardship he had endured had anything to do with his success no matter if it was warranted or not.

The file provided Harry with specific details about Fenrir Greyback specifically. He was one of the many werewolfs who refused the Wolfsbane potion. It was not illegal to do so, but it made them a continual threat to the Wizarding World and the exposure of magic to the Muggle World. Rolling his eyes and dropping the folder on to the pile of victims bitten or harmed by the werewolf Harry rubbed his eyes. The first thing he needed to do was finish reading the background information and determine his strategy of serving the werewolf with a series of legal documents. Harry was sure that contained within the paper work were very intimate questions that concerned his living standard, sexual history, and place of residence. Harry was sure that the Ministry all but wanted to cage Fenrir. In a lot of ways, Harry could see himself in Fenrir predicament. He himself was stuck in the Ministry and he was uncertain about leaving to pursue another career. What was he good at other than what he�d be trained to do: track, unarm and capture rebels or enemies of the Ministry of Magic?
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It had been three weeks since Ron moved in. Three weeks since he�d seen his tall, dark, well muscled companion in Hidden. Three weeks of hearing Ron�s predictions of marriage for himself and Ginny. Harry had half a mind to tell Ron that not only was he not interested but that Ginny would be hard pressed to find a mate in someone like himself. Besides Harry liked being single and he liked his wardrobe. Sure it consisted largely of dark hued robes: black, dark blues and greens, but Harry was content with the way his life was going.
The constant nagging and suggestions coupled with a lack of decent food and sexual outlet led Harry to lose his temper more often. It was as if Harry had been sentenced to relive his earlier adolescence and he was only nineteen. He didn�t have to put up with Ron, but he couldn�t just put him out could he?

�Auror Potter, are we getting anywhere on that background check of yours?�
Harry ran his fingers through his hair as he raised his eyes from where they had been staring at Greyback�s file unseeingly. Harry understood that it would only be a matter of time until one of his superior officers would come to mock him, but why so soon?
�No, Sir. I�m still reading.� Harry knew he should have felt ashamed, but he could only feel anger bubbling under the surface. Damn Ron and Hermione annoying the hell out of him. Harry did his best not to bare his teeth in warning to Auror Bungard. The emotional edge that Harry was teetering on was giving way slowly but surely and it was getting worse by the hour. Today he had a reconciliation lunch he arranged with Hermione. She had cancelled on Harry several times over the past few weeks and she had made herself scarce. Ron had made himself comfortable filling his fridge with all types of snacks.

The sound of a throat clearing brought Harry out of his intense haze of rage against his so-called best mates. �If I am interrupting your superior thought process, please let me know and I will leave you to it.�
Harry looked around Auror Bungard before finally raising his eyes to meet his. It was with a slight shake of his head that Auror Bungard invited himself to sit down. On the other side of the expansive desk where two comfy chestnut leather accent chairs arranged facing him.

�Perhaps, we should discuss how your investigation is coming along although I am aware of your current predicament. No, no, don�t bother pretending that Weasley is not disturbing your work process.� Harry tried to interrupt but the stern gaze kept his mouth shut.

�It�s not like that. Auror Weasley has nothing to do with it. I believe I might need to some personal time off.� Harry made sure to add that he was more than willing to bring his work home with him.

�Of course,� Auror Bungard said, �Why don�t we comprise and you work from home. You did join right after the war. It�s only natural that the fatigue would catch up with you now.� Harry paused before nodded in agreement. He didn�t like to think about his mental illness which caused the department to force him into weekly therapy for the first three months. It was rather helpful when Ron was acting like a total prat. Nowadays, with the therapy that Hidden gave him, Harry felt more balanced. The absence from Hidden was something that Harry was going to rectify at lunch if he could help it.
Auror Bungard leaned forward in his seat, �I want you on our team Harry and if Weasley is holding you back, I will deal with him in the proper way. He is like his father in some respects�don�t you think?�
This time Harry didn�t passively agree or avoid Bungard�s eyes. He moved forward and lifted his upper lip in a snarl, �Auror Weasley, as I said before and hope to make clear now is in no way affecting my ability to do my work. If anything my fellow peers�who shall remain unnamed�are contributing to my stagnation. After all, it is difficult to work with such less experienced Aurors. I�m sure you understand my meaning.

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Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the lift and headed for the Visitor�s Entrance to leave the Ministry for his newly approved assignment to work from home. Harry even lifted the sides of his mouth into a small smile at the wizards and witches as he passed. At the check point, Harry wished the security witch a good day.
Harry was glad that Auror Bungard had understood his point. There would be no trespassing on his friendship with Ron even though the bastard was getting on his last nerve. That was an issue between them and it would not affect Ron�s ability to work in the Ministry and to receive promotions. Harry didn�t even mind the fact that Bungard had asked him to think about emptying his office. With a wave of his wand Harry�s sole picture of him, Hermione and Ron along with a few books and two extra formal robes were transported to his briefcase. According to Bungard, there was no reason for him to be hogging an office when he could clearly keep it vacant for someone else and or for Harry when he returned. Harry was sure that Bungard meant to hurt him, but it only relieved him of having to come back lest he forget something important. Besides, Harry knew that Bungard did not expect him to pack so quickly, least of all in front of him.
Something in the back of Harry�s mind told him he would not be returning. Harry ignored the inkling and gave Bungard a dark look before exiting to the lift. Harry didn�t stop to say good bye to anyone, not even Ron. He was sure that the rumor mill had started churning after he�d left to talk to the Head witch that Bungard reported to and as it turns out Head Auror Lerwick was excited to see him. She happily gave him his new assignment and even arranged for a Ministry owl to deliver him special reports everyday to keep him abreast on office news and important updates. Harry was to remain on the Greyback case. On the plus side for Head Auror Lerwick, Harry�s ability to work from home would grant him more time to devote to this Ministry problem.
Harry would never forget the sour expression on Bungard�s face as he was praised by the Head Aurors private staff. Fortunately for Harry they had been intruding on a meeting among the Heads of the various offices. Harry had been able to receive gracious thanksgiving over and over. Normally such praise would render him speechless or irritated, but today he was able to soak it all in. Just knowing that Bungard was forced to witness it made it all the better. Short of doing cartwheels, Harry accepted the praise with as much dignity as a Malfoy and that was saying something.
Harry stopped in his tracks as he turned to stare at the red telephone booth and turned his head to stare at the cloudy sky. He had completely forgotten about the lunch. Damn, all that fucking planning. Fuck! Closing his eyes, he walked a distance from the booth and apparated to Diagon Alley.

Harry arrived fifteen minutes late. Standing in the entrance of the caf�, Harry was able to see Ron and Hermione sitting across from one another. Neither seemed interested in waiting for him. As far as Harry could see, the appetizers had been ordered and their hands were joined above the table.

�I see you�ve spotted today�s pair of love birds,� a voice behind him said. Harry ignored the heavy irony in the tone of her voice. The witch was rather plain looking with pale blond hair that hung in a dead manner on either side of her face. Her eyes were a dull gray that lacked the spark of life. Her robes were bland and if she had not spoken, Harry was sure that she would not have noticed her presence.
She gestured to Ron and Hermione as if he hadn�t noticed them. �They�re here so often, I�m surprised the table doesn�t have their name on it with a permanent sticking charm.� Harry opened his mouth to protest the fact that Hermione and Ron couldn�t have been spending time together. They were taking a break.
�I know, I know. Don�t we all want coitus?� She sighed before turning to fully face him offering a table for one. Disgusted, Harry shook his head and left. He was going home to get rid of Ron�s things and seal his floo network from Hermione and Ron�s apartment. Apparently, he�d been too self-absorbed to notice that his friends, the only friends he kept in constant contact with were lying to him. Had he really not known that there must have been a plot involved? Why else would Ron want to stay with him other than to perform his mother�s duty of arranging an unwanted relationship?
It was with a feeling of betrayal that Harry left Diagon Alley and walked home. The light drizzle that had been threatened by the clouds complimented his mood as he clutched his briefcase. The only thing that floated through his distraught mind was the need to be embraced by those hard, calloused hands.

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Hope you don�t mind this info/plot chapter. There will be some getting down in the next chapter. Let me know what you think. R&R
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