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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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Author's note: Remember how I said that the real horror would start in the second chapter? *coughs* Yes, well, turns out that this story will be a bit longer than two chapters. I suck at keeping to limits, let this be known.
Thanks to the following reviewers: ANON; Hestia
Warnings: mature content; some drama; those are the most important warnings for now
I hope you'll like it!
Part 2
He sank down in his chair, gaze still fixated on the bloody image. "Why do they suspect someone in our department?" he inquired, letting out his breath slowly.
This was a mess; a gigantic mess. If the murderer really was an Auror … If the press caught word of this … They already had to deal with a scandal two years ago when an Auror – a guy named Philips but with whom Harry had never worked together – had been caught naked with the wife of an important Wizengamot member. The newspapers had salivated over that particular fact for months and it had taken a very long time before the department gained back the respect they had lost thanks to that whole affair.
Getting caught with the wife of someone else – even if that someone else was an important member in the Wizarding society – would be nothing compared to the shit storm that would brew if word got out that an Auror had killed someone in cold blood.
Whoever it was couldn't even call it self-defence, because Halcon had had his wand snapped the moment he had entered the Ministry.
"There were no signs of breaking and entering in the corridor of the holding cells," Ron answered quietly, bracing his elbows on his desk. "They're still investigating, but they already know that one of our keys was used to enter the cell."
Fuck. Harry closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his forehead.
Every Auror had their own key to open the holding cells. It was a simple ring with a black obsidian cut into a square form. The stone was infused with a bit of magic of the owner and when the Auror pressed the stone against a certain spot in the wall, the wards would recognise the magic and allow the Auror entrance.
"If a key was used, don't they already know who the murderer is?" Harry questioned, tapping an erratic beat with his fingers on the desk.
Ron grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. "That's the thing. While the wards did show evidence of one of our keys having been used, whoever did it was smart enough to erase his or her magical print."
"So we have no clue whatsoever," Harry said blankly.
"Nope, but considering we're the ones who were assigned to take him to Azkaban …" Ron trailed off uncomfortably, but he didn't need to finish his sentence.
He and Harry were now both the prime suspects. And Frank, Harry thought with a grimace. The three of them had had Halcon's case assigned to them and with the wizard being dead now, they were the first ones the higher ups would suspect.
Harry wasn't really worried; he knew he hadn't done it and he even had an alibi thanks to having spent the night with Draco, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be any trouble for him. Some of the higher ranked Aurors weren't happy at all that Harry had joined the ranks and would love nothing more than to see him disappear out of the force. Not to mention that Draco still was on shaky grounds with the Ministry; there would be people who would consider his alibi not trustworthy simply because of who Draco was.
Who had killed Halcon? And for what reason? As far as the dark haired wizard could recall there were no immediate ties between Halcon and any of the Aurors. And why would the murderer have waited until today to kill Halcon?
Things weren't adding up and Harry gritted his teeth in frustration.
A heavy knock on the door made him look up. Kingsley regarded them with hooded eyes; the older man looking tired as his hand rested on his hip.
"Auror Potter, Auror Weasley," he greeted them in his low voice. "I'm sure you know why I'm here now. We have to interrogate you regarding the death of Keith Halcon. Please give your wands to me and follow me to the interrogation rooms."
Maybe I should have taken up Draco on his offer and stayed in bed, Harry mused, handing over his wand to his boss.
This definitely wasn't how he had wanted to start his day.
"So you weren't anywhere near the holding cells between seven and nine a.m.," Elisa Dayburn stated, looking down at her notes with a frown. Her dark red lipstick stood out starkly against her pale skin and her bright pink painted nails shone in the light as she tapped them softly against the table.
Harry shook his head. "No, I wasn't. I was with Draco until eight thirty and then I went home to get myself ready. I arrived at my office a bit after nine."
"There's still at least half an hour that's unaccounted for," she pointed out, her voice professional but not taunting.
He knew he had lucked out with getting her as his interrogator. She had ten years on him, but she treated him just like any other colleague and didn't act biased. "There is a portrait of one of Hogwarts' Headmasters in my house. He was present when I arrived and left my house," he informed her and shrugged. "You can ask him."
Although he might not be in his portrait any longer; Snape had the tendency to disappear for a long time. He had hung the older man's portrait up in his home around four years ago. Harry still didn't really know why he had done that; it wasn't like he and Snape had got along well when the older wizard had still been alive. But it worked somehow; Snape hadn't once complained about his new residence – probably because he was more absent than not – and had only called him a foolish idiot once for wanting to bring his portrait in Harry's home. They could co-exist in peace and it was a damn shame it had taken Snape to be dead to finally have some civil conversations with the man.
McGonagall had been quite amused when she had heard where Snape's other portrait resided.
"I suppose," Dayburn said, a hint of hesitation lingering in her voice as she bit on her lower lip.
"If need be, I agree to take Veritaserum," he added calmly. "I don't have anything to hide. I wasn't the one who killed Halcon."
Her dark brown eyes sharpened and she appraised him quietly. "Do you know why someone would want him dead? Anyone you know had a grudge?" she inquired, placing the quill down.
"Your guess is as good as mine," he sighed, leaning back into his chair. "As far as I know, nobody on the force had ties to Halcon."
She nodded slowly. "Yes, nothing in his file indicated that he was familiar with any of the Aurors here," she murmured and released a soft sigh. "Honestly, as far as I'm concerned you're not a suspect anymore. I've developed a skill for spotting a lie and you're clean, Potter. But considering the investigation is still ongoing, I'm afraid you'll be put on non-active until we have officially ruled you out."
"That's what I was afraid of," Harry groaned in dismay.
She smiled wryly. "I'll give my report to Kingsley. I'd suggest you treat this time off as a well-earned vacation."
He begrudgingly nodded and stood up, having resigned himself to at least a week of being off duty.
Grey eyes blinked in surprise when the Floo call was accepted. "You're back early," Draco said surprised and suspicion crossed his face. "Wait, did something happen?"
Harry pursed his lips and tugged at a lock of his hair. "Got put on non-active," he muttered with a grimace. "They found Halcon murdered in his holding cell. Ron, Frank and I are off-duty as long as they haven't found the killer."
"They think you did it?" Draco sounded as if he couldn't decide between being amused or outraged.
Harry shrugged and answered wearily, "It's not that surprising. I handled his case, so …"
The blond snorted derisively. "Oh please, you're much too noble to attack an unarmed person."
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing," Harry retorted dryly.
The other one offered a razor sharp smile. "You want to come over?" Draco suggested.
"You don't mind?"
"Why would I?" the blond hummed and a glint appeared in his eyes. "We might as well continue our conversation of this morning, right?"
Harry smiled and some of the tension in his body bled away at the reminder of the offer. "Right, I'm coming through then."
Draco nodded and disappeared out of the Floo, making way for the dark haired wizard. Patting his pocket to make certain that he had his wand with him – a habit after years of carrying it with him constantly – he stood up and called out, "Malfoy Manor!" as he stepped into the fire.
The green flames licked at his legs and he saw several kitchens and living rooms and even something that looked like a garage passing by in a flash before he recognised the foyer of Malfoy Manor and hastily stumbled out of it.
Nearly tripping – he would never get the hang of it – he was saved from meeting the tiled floor head on by a pair of strong arms.
"One day you'll master the art of Flooing perfectly," Draco commented dryly, steadying the dark haired wizard until he could stand without falling.
"Shut up, I'm not that bad," Harry groused, but involuntarily a smile quirked his mouth as he caught sight of the various potion stains decorating Draco's robes. There was a mustard yellow stain near his hip; a midnight blue one near his side and several ruby red splatters across his chest. "Had a bit of an accident?"
Grey eyes glanced down and then rolled as the blond huffed in dismay. "A miscalculation, nothing more."
"Not so perfect after all, huh?" Harry teased and pressed a kiss against pale rose lips before the other wizard could retort. "If you're still busy, I can wait. I'm sure I can find something in the manor to pass the time."
"And have you get lost?" Draco snorted and shook his head, serenely ignoring Harry's offended look. "No, I'm not busy. The potion I'm working on needs to rest for a couple of hours, so I have time. Why don't we go to my room and have the house elves bring us something?"
"Sounds good to me," Harry answered, linking their hands together. "Where's your mother?"
"She's out, meeting with Blaise's mother," Draco replied and they left the foyer, passing a house elf who was busy cleaning a small statue of a Malfoy ancestor. "She'll be gone for a couple of hours."
"How's Blaise doing?" Harry questioned, ignoring the judging gazes of some of the portraits as they walked past them. Draco's ancestors didn't seem particularly fond of him, but he had got quite good at ignoring their dark muttering. It wasn't like they could do much after all, being nothing but animated paintings.
"He's Blaise," Draco replied simply and they ascended the large staircase that would direct them to Draco's wing. "Still flitting from one woman to the next. I believe he's in Greece this week."
"Still no plans of settling down then," Harry chuckled and he had to admit that sometimes he was a bit jealous of Blaise. It must be nice just to disappear and stay in other countries without anyone making a fuss about it.
"I don't think he even knows what settling down means," the blond retorted dryly and then addressed a house elf that was putting new flowers into a vase. "Bring us some tea."
"Yes, Master Draco," the house elf squeaked and bowed before disappearing with a quiet 'pop'.
The curtains in Draco's bedroom were half drawn, allowing a glimpse of the dark grey sky. The clouds looked heavy with rain, looming low. Draco tugged him to the bed and Harry dropped down on it, kicking off his shoes. He shuffled backwards until he was sitting propped up against various pillows – Draco insisted that he didn't have too many pillows – and the blond followed him, their legs pressed together as the older man made himself comfortable.
"So did you give my question any thought?" Draco inquired lightly, but a hint of uncertainty shone through in his eyes.
"Yeah, I did," Harry smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a bit nervous, and continued, "I think it's a great idea. I'd love to start living together."
"Yes?" Draco's face lit up with excitement and his eyes glittered brightly. He looked absolutely beautiful and Harry's breath hitched when those eyes fixated themselves on him. "You mean it? You really want to live together?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Harry grinned and then a noise of surprise escaped him when Draco smashed their mouths together, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. His own hands slipped around Draco's neck, his thumb caressing a spot underneath Draco's ear. "Someone is happy," he murmured, a bit breathless, when their lips separated again.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Draco retorted and looked as satisfied as a cat who just caught the canary. One of his hands slipped down, brushing over Harry's shirt, before he rucked it up and stuck his hand underneath it, scratching teasingly over his stomach. "You just agreed to live with me permanently." Grey glinted as they studied Harry's face carefully.
"Was there ever any doubt?" Harry snorted and wiggled in anticipation when slender fingers started tugging at his zipper. He liked where this was going.
"You never know," Draco murmured and left the zipper alone in favour of pulling off Harry's shirt. His glasses were taken off and put on the nightstand, causing the dark haired wizard to blink a few times until he could focus on Draco. His lover nosed his throat, breath caressing his skin and raising goose bumps, as he continued, "I was thinking … I have my own house. It's not really a manor, but it's still large. Enough space to have our own rooms to retreat to if we want to be alone. Rooms where Teddy and other children can sleep in. A big garden; it's secluded and warded, so we wouldn't be bothered by anyone …" he trailed off and looked meaningfully at Harry, shifting until he was pushing open Harry's legs and settling himself between them, rocking their hips together.
Ignoring the mention of other children for now – there was only so much information Harry's brain could compute while his body was warming up, reacting to his boyfriend's ministrations – he smiled and tapped his wand on Draco's shoulder, removing the potion stained robes with a non-verbal spell. "You're quite prepared, hm?" he said, busying himself with unbuttoning Draco's dark blue shirt.
The blond shrugged, a bit bashful, before he dipped down and trailed kisses over Harry's chest, starting from his collarbone and making his way down, pausing to graze his teeth carefully over Harry's nipple. He smirked as Harry hissed and pressed down harshly with his hips as Harry bucked his own. "I like to be prepared," he replied lightly and then sat up, unzipping Harry's trousers fully so that he could pull them off and drop them next to the bed.
Harry helped unbuckling Draco's belt and unbuttoning his trousers when a sudden thought made him halt. "Wait, didn't you tell a house elf to bring us tea?"
"They know better than to disturb us now," Draco hummed, shimmying out of his trousers and socks. "The tea will be here once we're done."
Privately Harry thought it would have made more sense to order tea after they were done, instead of making the house elf wait now, but what did he know?
They drew the sheets back and Harry released a soft sigh when bare skin met his.
"So that's a yes to moving in my place then?" Draco murmured, tonguing Harry's nipple briefly before making his way down. He breathed gently over Harry's stomach and the dark haired man squirmed at the ticklish feeling.
"Yeah, that's a yes," Harry smiled, his own fingers tracing meaningless shapes over Draco's shoulders.
Grey eyes flashed, looking more like melted silver, as Draco brought his hands down on Harry's stomach, fingers stroking it almost reverently before the blond bent down and sucked a bruise right above Harry's right hip. "Good," Draco smiled, almost predatorily.
They didn't talk much after that.
They got rid of their underwear at the same time, impatient to feel every bit of skin and Draco let out a soft sound when their cocks brushed against each other, already leaking a bit. Locating the jar of lubrication took some time as Harry kept distracting the blond by kissing his neck, sucking dark red bruises in it as his hand dipped down to close around Draco's cock, squeezing it gently as he moved his hand up and down.
Draco hissed in his ear, bit his earlobe gently in retaliation, but he finally unearthed the jar from beneath a stack of parchment, dumping it next to them on the bed. He unscrewed the lid and dipped three fingers inside; they came up again glistening with the shiny substance.
"You ready?" Draco asked, his voice rough as Harry flicked a thumb over his leaking tip teasingly.
Harry hummed and spread his legs, welcoming the blond between them. Having done it the night before, there was barely any discomfort when Draco slipped his finger inside; his other hand coming up to jack off Harry slowly as their mouths found each other again. Harry released Draco's cock in favour of locking his arms around strong shoulders so that he could press closer to the other wizard. One finger soon became two and Harry grunted at the slight sting as Draco started spreading his fingers, stretching his entrance and forcing his inner muscles to part.
A tongue swept across his lips and Harry opened his mouth automatically, accepting the intrusion happily. His breath hitched and the kiss became more insistent when a third finger was slipped inside; fingertips sliding against his walls before they prodded against his prostate and he uttered a low moan as arousal sparked through him. He threw a leg around Draco's hips and groaned when the blond kept stroking his prostate, shivers dancing across his spine.
Then those fingers were abruptly pulled out of him and he couldn't prevent a noise from loss escaping him, flushing warmly when he caught Draco's smirk of satisfaction. As revenge, he bit down in Draco's neck, harder than he had done before, nearly breaking the skin. Draco jolted in his embrace, but he didn't pull back, merely breathing harder as he bared more of his neck, giving Harry space.
Harry released the bruising skin, licking the spot as an apology while Draco huffed amused. They shifted around, changing positions until Draco was kneeling on the mattress, Harry in his lap. Harry braced his knees on the bed, canting his hips until he felt the tip of Draco's cock bump against his stretched entrance and then he sank down, moaning lowly at the feeling of being filled. He was stretched even more, but he welcomed the faint burn as his muscles were forced to part around the intrusion, allowing his lover to sink completely inside of him.
His breath escaped him in a 'whoosh' when he stilled, as always slightly overwhelmed at the feeling of being full, of Draco surrounding him completely. He linked his arms around Draco's neck, fingers running over his spine, and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, while hands slipped down to his arse and gripped his cheeks firmly.
He felt the tension coiled in the blond's body and he turned his head, pressing a kiss against a slightly clammy cheek. "You can move," he muttered, wiggling his hips a bit.
A sharp smile was flashed his way and then his arse was pulled up until only Draco's tip remained inside before he was slammed down and he let out a shout when his prostate was struck full on. They didn't set a particular rhythm; at first the thrusts were deep and hard, forcing him to cling onto Draco because it felt like he would fly off any second. Then the thrusts turned shallow and short and it made him keen in frustration, while Draco pressed hot kisses in his neck, muttering things that were too low for Harry's hearing to pick up.
Right when Harry had almost got used to the shallow thrusts, they turned deep and slow, Draco's cock dragging slowly over his prostate and his inner walls as he pulled back before sliding inside again. Harry couldn't do anything but whimper and moan, nails digging into pale skin whenever a particular hard thrust still managed to catch him off guard; his own cock dragging against Draco's stomach with every thrust upwards.
Draco was driving him insane. And the fucker looked smug about it too.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore and Harry smashed their lips together – which by now were bruised, swollen and red as they bit and licked at each other – as the pleasure became too much and he erupted, his come splattering across Draco's stomach as he rode out his high; his nerves singing and his blood rushing loudly in his ears as he panted and tried to get his bearings back after nearly blacking out.
Draco's thrusts had turned irregular, deeper and harsher, when Harry came to again and even though the dark haired man was tired, he grinned and clenched his muscles around Draco's cock, delighting in the harsh curse he managed to extract out of the blond.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco groaned and then teeth were sinking in his neck, breaking the skin, stinging pain pricking through his haze and a flood of warmth erupted inside of him, coating his inner walls.
There was a flash of something black behind Draco's back.
But when Harry looked again, he saw nothing. Maybe he should get his eyesight checked again, he mused as Draco laid them down on the bed.
Two days later Harry was packing his stuff so that he could move in with Draco; his godson Teddy helping by dumping books into the designated boxes while chattering about what he had learnt in class the past week. Draco was both criticizing his wardrobe and shrinking the boxes that were already filled to the brim with kitchen supplies.
A chime alerted Harry to the fact that someone was trying to Floo call him and he abandoned the box with his Quidditch gear in favour of opening the Floo. Kingsley's grave face greeted him.
"Kingsley, what's wrong?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Unease started to stir in him at the unsettled look in Kingsley's eyes.
"Harry, we," Kingsley paused, seemingly searching for the right words and it made Harry tense up. Behind him Teddy was still blabbing, oblivious to the tension in the room, but Draco had stilled and Harry knew he was listening too. "We discovered Halcon's murderer."
Harry breathed out slowly. "That's good, right?" he said slowly, narrowing his eyes when Kingsley grimaced. "Who did it?"
"It was …" Kingsley sighed and looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. For the first time he really looked his age and Harry knew instantly that he wouldn't like whatever answer he would get.
"Frank. It was … Frank killed Halcon."
AN2: Does this count as a cliffhanger? *muses*
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See you all - hopefully - in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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