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Secrets & Lies	By : Digitallace Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Did you miss me? Many thanks to all my loyal readers who stuck with me through my extended hiatus and reviewed the first chapter. I heart you guys so much! And even more love for my sexy friend Arineat for Beta'ing this chapter for me.

Chapter 2 Complications and Cutting Charms

It was late when Harry got home that night. He'd tried to drown the reality of his new assignment in a pint at the pub with Ron, but it hadn't worked as well as he'd liked. As soon as he opened the door to Grimmauld Place, he knew something was wrong. His Auror instincts went on edge, sobering him immediately and even though he heard or saw nothing, he knew someone was there.

Quietly, Harry padded through the foyer, his hand on his wand as he crept into the dining room. A small sigh of relief escaped him when he saw it was only Ginny sitting at the far end of the table, her head bowed. She was wearing a slinky crimson dress that matched her brilliant red hair and suddenly Harry felt like a total arse.

"Merlin, Gin," he gasped out, rushing to her side. "I completely forgot about dinner."

The only response he was met with was a soft sniffle. Ginny didn't raise her head, didn't acknowledge him in the least. He placed a hand on her bare shoulder only to have it shaken off. "Ginny, come on. I'm sorry. Work today…."

"It's always work, or your friends, or my family," she whispered in a voice so soft he almost didn't hear her. The only thing worse than shouting was this. She sounded broken, like a wounded deer calling out for help. "Any excuse you can think of to drive us further apart."

"I'm not trying to drive us apart," he sighed, sinking to his knees so that he could try and glimpse her face, but she turned away, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I promise. You'll never believe the day I've had."

"And what about me? What about my day? I spent it looking forward to being with you tonight, happy that you were finally going to listen to me, that you were finally going to give us a shot." She looked up then and Harry almost wished she hadn't. "Harry, I've been waiting here for hours…in this stupid dress that I bought to impress you."

"The dress is lovely," Harry said lamely, making her scoff and turn away again. He was always rubbish at trying to cheer Ginny when he'd messed things up, which was more often than he cared to admit. "Ginny, please look at me," he asked, gently coaxing her face toward him with a nudging finger on her chin. "I'm sorry. Tell me what to do to make it up to you."

"What was so important at work? Hermione was home a few hours ago." Harry winced at her words and the accusation in her eyes.

"I wasn't at work. I was at the pub with Ron," he admitted because he was fairly certain she already knew that. "I'd had a rough day and I was trying to take the edge off. Time slipped away from me."

Ginny gave a derisive laugh. "Funny how that seems to happen when you have plans with me."

"That's not true," he argued, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew better. He tried to remember the last time he and Ginny had been alone together for any length of time and found himself coming up short. Mostly he saw her when they both went out with Hermione and Ron, or met her for Sunday brunch with her family, or when she popped by unexpectedly. Ever since his friends' engagement, Harry had been reluctant to spend time with Ginny for fear of the demands she would make on him.

Harry was just starting out as an Auror, trying to create a name for himself that didn't have Voldemort's attached to it. He couldn't afford to distract himself with marriage and a family just yet. Or at least that's what Harry told himself. But then he looked into Ginny's shining eyes and wondered if he was just being selfish. He was going to lose this brave and beautiful girl if he didn't do something different. "Gin," he began, his mouth going dry around the words.

"Tell me about your day," she said, cutting him off. Her eyes were warm again, if not as full of life and happiness as they once were.

The tenderness in her voice, her hand pressed within his, her understanding tone had him sagging against her. "I'm supposed to seduce someone in order to gain secrets," he blurted, shivering with revulsion at the thought.

"Oh?" Ginny bristled beneath him, her body stiffening as if bracing for a blow.

"It's not what you think," he rushed to explain. "It's Malfoy. Can you believe that?" he huffed. "Your brother really threw me under the Knight Bus in that meeting today. Now I'm supposed to find some way to get a man who hates me almost as much as I hate him to tell me his deepest and darkest secrets so that I can haul him off to Azkaban."

Harry felt Ginny relax beneath him, an audible sigh leaving her lips. "Well, that's good though, isn't it? I mean, you've wanted him put away and now you're in charge of making it happen," she pointed out.

"I guess, but you should have heard Fledgecraft today. It's like he's whoring me out to the bad guys," he countered with a shudder.

"It's not as though you have to sleep with him or anything, Harry," she laughed. "Think of how often I used to get my way without shagging you," she teased, smirking slightly.

Harry frowned, narrowing his eyes. "So, you're saying I should just pretend to be a manipulative woman?" he scoffed, a smile curling the edges of his lips.

"Exactly," she purred, kissing the tip of his nose.

Feeling at ease for the first time in a while, alone with Ginny without having to worry about a barrage of demands, Harry let his guard down and ran his hands through his girlfriend's hair, relishing in the silken strands caressing his palm. "Move in with me."

Ginny's eyes went wide and Harry faltered, second guessing his request in the very next moment. That look, he'd seen it before and he knew it all too well. That was the look of feigned shock she'd given when Hermione planned a surprise party for her that Harry had been unable to keep secret. He swallowed thickly as it dawned on him that what they'd just been joking about doing to Malfoy she'd been doing to him in earnest this entire time. Knowing Ginny, this might have been her exact plan all along.

"Oh, Harry!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Harry's neck and smothering him in a tight hug. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

Pulling away, Ginny leapt to her feet, her dress clinging to every curve as she moved toward the fireplace. "I should go pack! Oh, Harry!" she paused near the entrance, practically vibrating with glee. "This is going to be perfect, just perfect."

"Yeah," Harry sighed, keeping a forced smile on his face, "perfect."

Ginny grinned broadly and bounded for the fireplace, gone the moment she uttered her address after once again getting what she wanted from Harry. Feeling hollow and a tad used, he let his head fall against the table leg. Perhaps, if nothing else, he could learn from Ginny's manipulations and put them to good use on the Malfoy case.

Harry stood, nude and awkward in front of his bedroom mirror, a million questions and doubts flitting through his mind. He jabbed at his gut, watching the flesh whiten and then return to its normal pinkish tan. It didn't jiggle, which was a plus, but he was softer than he'd like, no longer quite as tight as he was when he'd come out of training. He vowed to return to playing Quidditch after tonight and get back into prime shape.

Would Malfoy find him attractive enough to take him back to the Manor?

Was he even Malfoy's type?

Was he really going to go through with this?

He turned slightly, scrutinizing his bum with a frown, shaking it at his reflection before snorting aloud. What the hell was he doing? This wasn't him. He'd never checked himself out in the mirror before, and it didn't help that the magical glass was catcalling. "Oh shut up," he muttered, yanking his wardrobe doors open and started to dress.

As soon as Harry managed to pull the jumper over his head, hair standing on end from the static, the bedroom door opened and Hermione trotted in, arms laden with Merlin knew what. "Was the art of knocking not covered in 'Hogwarts: A History'?"

Hermione ignored the question and dumped her bags onto his bed, immediately stalking up to him and plucking at his hair. "You're not wearing this," she said resolutely after giving him a long, examining stare.

"I-what?" Harry stammered, staring down at his clothes. "What's wrong with this?"

"You're going to a nightclub to pick up Draco Malfoy, Harry. You have to be sharply dressed and immaculately groomed," she quipped. "Did you shave?"

Harry rubbed at his chin, which felt fairly bereft of stubble. "Well enough."

With narrowed eyes and an amused smile, Hermione shook her head. "I wasn't talking about your face."

"Oh…oh…bloody hell, Hermione!" Harry shouted, flushing like crazy.

His friend snickered as she turned to pry open one of her bags, tossing it to Harry. "I took the liberty of bringing some other options. They should all be your size. Wear what you're most comfortable with," she instructed, gesturing to the door of his washroom. "Oh, and Harry, don't forget to tidy up," she added with a wink before he slammed the door on her giggling face.

"Most comfortable?" Harry scoffed as he stared down into the bag of slinky dress shirts and tailored trousers. With obvious ire, he pulled the items out, one by one, finally settling on a pair of black slacks and a formfitting cashmere pullover in a pale green color. He hoped the color would appeal to Malfoy's Slytherin sensibilities and he had to admit, it rather complimented his eyes.

Trousers undone, Harry stared down, chewing his lip nervously as he thought of Hermione's words. It was more than likely that she was just teasing him, but maybe she was right. Aiming his wand and squinting in concentration, Harry trimmed away the hair surrounding his cock before admiring his handiwork in the mirror. "Hm," he mused, fairly pleased. "It looks bigger."

Blushing and rolling his eyes at his own observations, Harry finished up and hurried from the bathroom into Hermione's waiting attention. She set about making his hair mildly presentable and smiled warmly at his choice of attire –not that he'd had much choice.

"Put this in your ear," she said, handing him a small, clear dot. "It'll allow Ron and me to monitor your progress and you'll be able to hear us both if we need to tell you anything."

"I know how it works, Mione," Harry huffed. "This isn't my first mission, you know?"

"I know," she sighed, squeezing Harry's shoulder. "But I know this one is a tad more personal. And you can't like the idea of having to get so close to Malfoy."

"No," he complained, already feeling awkward. "I don't. But I'm a professional and this is my job. I'm the one who insisted on being an Auror, remember?"

Hermione laughed and nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, you've been pretty adamant. But you don't have to do this, Harry. You don't have to keep proving yourself. If Fledgecraft wants to continue this vendetta against you, you don't have to play along."

"I know that," Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair and ruining Hermione's efforts to improve it. "But he thinks I'm just getting by on my name, and that couldn't be further from the truth. If anything, it only makes my job harder."

"Why didn't you just tell him you and Ginny had moved in together?" she asked quietly, her brown eyes sparkling with warmth. Harry knew she wasn't asking as his teammate any longer, but as his friend.

"Because we hadn't, and I refuse to rush things along with Ginny simply because it would be convenient for work," he replied firmly, purposefully leaving out the bit about him asking her to move in the night before and feeling like a complete heel afterward. Hermione and Ron would find out soon enough. They probably already would have if not for the fact that Fledgecraft had kept them all tied up in his office going over the Malfoy files again.

"Well," she said, almost preening, as if she'd taught Harry all of his good sense –which was only partly true. "I think that's an admirable quality, Harry. But it's been five years. Would moving in together really be rushing things?"

Harry knew that tone, but ignored it. "What are those?" he asked, gesturing to the leather pouch on the bed with several vials of liquid.

Hermione hesitated, as though teetering on the verge of pressing the Ginny issue, but eventually gave into her urge to explain everything. Harry smirked subtly, he'd known it would work. "Various potions to get you out of sticky situations. The blue one will knock him out, the red one will cause temporary invisibility, and the green….well," she stammered with a blush, "the green one will increase virility." The last word was more of a cough, but Harry heard it just fine. "It will allow you to fake an erection if…"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it," Harry murmured, too embarrassed for them both to allow her to continue. "Let's just hope I don't need it, yeah?" Hermione nodded but gave him a quizzical look. "Because the blue or red potion works, not because I'm turned on without using the green potion," he rushed to explain, but Hermione's confused look only deepened before washing away altogether.

"Right," she said, rushing over to grab the potions, strapping them just beneath the hem of Harry's trousers. "Do they get in the way of your shoes?" she asked, making minor adjustments to their placement.

"No. They're fine." Harry took one last glance in the mirror, thanking Hermione for all her hard work. "Where's Ron?"

"Already at the nightclub. He's bribing some bartenders for information and making sure we know every exit in case we need to bolt in a hurry," she said.

"I guess it's time to go then," he muttered, more nervous now than when he'd had to tell Ginny about the mission. But maybe this would turn out much the same way that had, with everything going better than expected and no one getting shagged. "So…do I look like someone Malfoy would like to fuck?" he asked with a grimace as he tried to keep a teasing lilt in his voice to cover the sheer terror running through his veins.

Hermione snorted and squeezed her friend's shoulder. "He's a fool if he doesn't," she said before leading them from Grimmauld Place to Harry's certain doom.

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