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Rage	By : blake5156 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: A Close Call

“Dad!” Scorpius rushed to greet Draco at the door, jumping into his arms attempting a bone crushing hug. Draco smiled into his hair. There was no human on earth he loved more than Scorpius.

Draco had been careful with his upbringing. He raised him with all the pureblood manners, but none of the prejudices. Scorpius would have a hard enough time with his infamous last name, when he eventually began at Hogwarts. He did not want anyone to have any reason to hate him, and who could? He was Draco in miniature as far as looks, but with his mother’s soft heart, very unlike Draco as a child. The kid was all love and it showed in his eyes, as they twinkled up at Draco.

“I missed you so much! Can we go skateboarding at the park?! Please dad. I’ve been locked inside all weekend with house elves and French lessons” At that, he made a face.

Draco looked up at Astoria who smiled at this and gave Draco a delicate kiss on the cheek, saying “Welcome home, darling.” Draco hugged her and kissed her cheek in return.

Draco had so much to do for work the next day. The Monday blues were creeping up on him early, even though it was only Sunday afternoon. He wondered if he really would have to complete Potter’s reports for him, if he should just do it now.

Shacklebolt held him responsible for Potter’s paperwork. Draco seemed to be the only one Potter listened to, when it came to following protocol.

Scorpius stared up at him with pleading eyes. He supposed that he could just complete the reports tomorrow if Potter didn’t turn them in by morning, after giving him hell, of course.

“Okay, let’s go.” Scorpius gasped in delighted shock, expecting his father to deny him in favor of work, as he usually did. “But, only for one hour. Just let me get changed first.” Scorpius squealed with joy and Draco chuckled.

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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in London as Draco and Scorpius took to the park. It was crowded more than usual due to the beautiful weather but had a designated skateboard area and a path leading up to it. Most people were set up on the grass or on the benches enjoying the day with their families.

Draco and Scorpius took to their boards immediately, dodging people effectively, and laughing the whole way. The wind swept through their hair and Draco felt free, almost as if he were flying. Though Draco was getting along in years, he kept in shape and easily kept up with Scorpius.

Many park goers shot them evil glares as they passed. Draco didn’t know if it was because they were skateboarding on a walk path or because of that shockingly blonde hair that most certainly designated him a Malfoy. Either way, Draco couldn’t bring himself to care.

Suddenly, Draco saw Scorpius nick a boy’s arm by accident with his shoulder as he leaned too far left. His board swerved towards the grass-end of the pavement and stopped abruptly at the border, thrusting Scorpius off of the board, tumbling head first onto the grass.

Draco panicked. He stopped and rushed towards Scorpius, praying to circe he was unharmed. As he got closer, he realized Scorpius was rolling with laughter, unscathed.

“Sorry about that,” Malfoy said, as he turned to the boy and gasped. It was Potter in miniature, so like him that Draco recoiled.

When he looked up from the boy, he was shocked to see Potter himself, standing there in fitted tan trousers and a teal polo shirt, sunglasses perched atop his head, cheeks flushed from sun exposure, looking more delectable than usual in muggle attire. His sunglasses meant that Potter’s face was rid of those horrible spectacles. Behind his glasses, Potter’s deep green eyes were intriguing.
Without his spectacles hiding his eyes, though Draco was loathe to admit it, they were devastating.

“Malfoy? Are you trying to kill my son?”

“I apologize for my son. It was an accident, Potter” Draco said without emotion, his mask of indifference firmly in place, hiding his shock immediately. Inside, he was in turmoil. He couldn’t believe that he had bumped into Potter in muggle London on a Sunday. How the gods cursed him!

“Hello, I’m Scorpius Malfoy, what’s your name?” he directed towards Potter’s son.

“Albus Potter…cool board.”

They shook hands, smiling at each other, and chatted for a while as they were close in age. Scorpius rarely got the opportunity to interact with kids his own age. Draco eyed this transaction wearily while Potter watched him like a hawk, gaging his reaction.

Draco was dressed in simple but tailored muggle clothing. He wore fitted black jeans with a crisp white tee shirt that hugged his body tightly, hinting at the abs underneath. Looking down further, Potter saw that he wore the classic black and white Van’s sneaker. His hair hung loosely, framing his face, emphasizing his high cheekbones. He looked like a very different man than Potter was used to. He felt the weight of Potter’s shameless gaze taking him in.

“You may as well join us for a snack and refreshments. We’ve got loads,” Potter said.

Draco had to figure out a way out of this, and fast. There’s no way he was getting roped into a picnic with Saint Potter. For goodness sake, how would he ever escape this insufferable man?

But, as he began with “Thank you for the offer Potter, but…” Scorpius interrupted with “Please, dad!” Draco made a mental note to reinforce to Scorpius that he was never to contradict his father in public ever again. Draco could deny him nothing. One look into Scorpius’s eyes, and Draco caved, grudgingly.

“Ten minutes,” he replied. Scorpius grasped Draco around the middle in delight for a few seconds and then skipped towards the blanket that Albus directed him to. Potter watched this interaction with rapt interest.

As the adults followed, Potter and Malfoy brushed hands accidentally. Malfoy felt a tingle go through his fingers and retreated his hand immediately, crossing his arms; his mood soured further.

Potter looked up, contemplating Draco’s brooding figure and said, “You’re really great with your son.”

“Always the tone of surprise, Potter”

“Look, that’s not how I meant it, Malfoy. Can’t you take a compliment? What’s your damage?”

A loaded question. His damagewas that he couldn’t escape Potter’s perfection wherever he went, the git. His damage was being forced to picnic with scarhead on a beautiful Sunday afternoon during non-working hours. His damage was that stupid tingle that went through him any time he accidentally touched Potter. It was likely, a tingle of disgust, to be expected, but it rankled, all the same.

Malfoy remained silent in response.

As they sat on the blanket, they both watched their sons chatting like they’ve known each other forever. They heard them discuss their fathers, realizing that they were both the sons of aurors and expanding on what that meant to them.

Potter seemed to enjoy this and lay back on his hands, accidentally brushing Malfoy’s shoulder this time. Draco bristled as he felt another tingle. When will the bloody oaf watch where he’s maneuvering?

Harry looked up at Draco, a smile gracing his face in response to their boys, but Draco’s face was like stone, betraying no emotion, praying for this to be over as soon as possible. He had three minutes left to endure Potter sitting so close to him. He could feel the man’s magic, potent in the air, rolling off of him in waves.

“You know, I saw you from a distance when you first got here. The hair gave you away. You were smiling and laughing. It’s a good look on you, Malfoy. You should try it at work sometime.”

Not bloody likely, as long as Potter was around to torture him endlessly. Malfoy just glared in return. He couldn’t understand Potter’s motives, and didn’t care to.

“Scorpius, it’s time to go.” he barked, leaving little room for negotiation. Malfoy got up and abruptly started walking away without saying goodbye, not waiting for Scorpius but knowing he wouldn’t be far behind. Scorpius grudgingly followed, but not before saying a quick, polite goodbye to the both of them.

Suffice to say, Draco’s Sunday was ruined.

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Draco woke up early Monday morning in a terror, drenched with sweat. It was still dark outside. He could not remember exactly what he was dreaming about, but right when he woke up, there was an image of Potter, from the day before, fresh in his mind.

The light was cascading on Potter’s face, highlighting his wavy black tendrils so that they gleamed blue-black in the sun, his eyes, unobstructed, burning green. He was smiling in that wretched teal polo that was obviously too tight around his massive arms, holding out a hand to Draco.

Gah! Draco could not even manage to escape Potter in his sleep. His hatred for him made his insides clench and he resented him for invading his dreams, with his stupid bright white smile twinkling in the sun.

He showered and dressed quickly. It was early, but Draco was almost always the first one to arrive at work and the last one to leave.

Maybe he could convince Blaise to give him a quick blow job in his office before everyone arrived, as Blaise often arrived early as well. Draco had a strict no-fraternizing policy at work, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He quickly checked on Scorpius and headed for the floo.

Draco loved arriving at the ministry this early as all was quiet. Draco enjoyed the stillness and instantly felt more calm.

When he arrived at his office, he sent a quick memo to Blaise requesting his presence in his office immediately, for an urgent matter.

Thankfully, Blaise arrived, not 15 minutes later, announcing himself with a soft knock on the door. He knew Draco hated when people knocked obnoxiously loudly on his door. Bless his heart.

Draco stood quickly and moved to open the door.

“You rang?” Blaise joked, with a smile.

Draco peeked outside his door to see who had arrived, ever so paranoid. No one besides the main secretary was there, far from Draco’s office and outside his direct line of vision. Draco pulled Blaise into his office roughly by his tie and shut the door behind him, wandlessly throwing up silencing and locking charms.

He slammed Blaise against his door and began to kiss him roughly. Blaise gasped in shock, not used to this kind of behavior at work, but quickly caught onto to Draco’s mood. Draco’s tongue plundered his mouth which had a minty taste and something else, something that was so undeniably Blaise, fresh and citrusy. His hands roamed all over his body, gripping his tight arse. It was like Draco was trying to burn the image of Potter from his mind with visceral brute force.

Blaise was definitely not opposed to this rough treatment, giving it as good as he was getting it. He groped Draco all over, not getting nearly close enough to his blonde angel.

Suddenly Draco grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and shoved him down onto his knees.

Blaise took the subtle hint and quickly began to undo his belt, unbuckle his trousers and shove them down along with his tight boxer briefs. Draco’s cock sprang forth obscenely from his boxers, slapping his stomach loudly before pointing straight at Blaise’s mouth.

Blaise never got tired of the image as Draco’s cock was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, thick, sizable, and a few shades darker than the rest of his body, the tip flushed an angry red.

On his knees, trapped between the door behind him and Draco standing in front of him, he swallowed Draco whole immediately, knowing not to tease in the beginning, sensing a novel desperation in Draco’s movements.

He pulled back after a few sucks, kissing the head tenderly, and licking the underside of his cock over and over again to wet it more. Then he went lower, licking his balls before plopping each one into his mouth.

Draco let out a loud breath, leaning forward. He slammed his forearms on the door behind Blaise, resting his forehead there as he let his eyes close.

Blaise took his cock back into his mouth setting a slow languid pace. Draco looked down at Blaise’s perfect full lips suctioning his cock. He loved to watch Blaise, unawares. He watched his long dark thick eyelashes flutter as Draco gave a hard thrust into his mouth.

Blaise looked up at Draco for a moment, pupils blown, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. He reached up to grab Draco’s arm with the hand that was not occupied on his cock. Draco lowered his hand at his bequest and Blaise placed it on the back of his head, silently begging, mouth full of cock,

Fuck my mouth. Take me as you want. I’m yours.

Draco picked up on his message quickly. He grabbed the back of Blaise’s head with both of his hands and set the pace, driving into his wet willing mouth slowly at first and watched his cock disappear into it over and over again. He began to quicken his deep thrusts as his fingers tangled in his beautiful thick black hair.

Blaise was choking now, struggling to breath from his nose during the times that Draco pulled out slightly. He couldn’t move back his head even if he wanted to as Draco crowded him against the door. His eyes began to water as Draco picked up the pace, the back of his head banging lightly against the door, but he hardly minded.

Draco was making more noise than usual this morning. Quiet gasps began to escape him until he finally shoved into Blaise’s mouth all the way to the hilt and held his cock there as he reached his peak.

Blaise’s nose bumped against his soft blonde pubic hair as Draco finally reached a crescendo of pleasure and came hard with a loud groan, deep down his throat. Blaise spluttered. He struggled to take it all down, but he was Draco’s good boy and though he coughed, he managed to swallow every last drop.

Draco pulled out softly, and turned so that his back was against the door for support. Blaise was adjusting off his knees to sit instead, his head hanging low, wiping the corners of his mouth and the tears off his face. His hair was wildly out of control and his cock was tenting his trousers. He tried to push his dick down.

Draco’s limbs had turned into jelly and could not support him, though he tried to remain upright. Eventually he sank to the floor, breathing heavily, sitting next to Blaise, their backs against the door, placing one arm over his knees in silent thanks.

“….Want to talk about it?”

Blaise knew him better than anyone, better than his wife, better than even his parents.

Draco looked away and remained silent for a moment.

“No. It’s Saint Potter. He’s driving me barmy.”

Blaise sighed, already half-knowing the answer. His erection subsided completely at his reply. He often had to sit through Draco complaining about Potter and wondered at the man sitting next to him.

Draco was always preoccupied with Potter, bordering on obsession, since their Hogwarts days. Now that they worked closely together, he had been hearing about Potter more and more. In fact, working closely with Potter these last few months coincidentally coincided with Draco’s increased sexual need for Blaise, now that he thought about it. He furrowed his eyebrows with worry.

He thanked his lucky stars that Potter was married to his childhood sweetheart and was most certainly not bent. If he was, Blaise knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against Potter.

Then again, Draco was married too, and no one knew about his sexual proclivities.

“I’m going to get us both a coffee down in the atrium,” Blaise said, as he stood up quickly, righting his clothes and dusting his knees.

Draco looked up at Blaise, lips raw, pink, and swollen, hair mussed. He was wrecked, Draco noted with a small smile. He stood up too, straightening Blaise’s tie for him, pulling him forward by it to give him a soft kiss. Blaise embraced him for a moment and pulled back, loving the way Draco manhandled him. Draco sent a beauty charm his way, righting his hair back to its immaculate state before he left.

By the time Blaise returned with his coffee, the office with bustling with people. Draco’s door was wide open as was customary in the mornings. He liked to know what was going on outside of his door, at all times, in case there was an emergency.

After he arrived with his coffee, Draco smiled at him from behind his desk and said, “You are the king of kings, Blaise Zabini.”

Blaise chuckled openly at this, leaning comfortably against the front of his desk, looking perfect and delectable as always. Draco smiled at him with his eyes shining bright, a side effect of his recent orgasm.

Just then, Potter knocked loudly on the open door before announcing merrily, “Reports ready!” with a tone of bursting accomplishment, as if he had just solved the Palestinian-Israeli conflict.

When Potter spotted the scene, Zabini laughing easily with Draco, his face fell and turned hard. It seemed it was going to be one of those days, when Potter returned Draco’s hatred in equal measure.

Draco’s face turned from twinkling eyes and mirth to his default face of stone once more, as Potter strolled in like he owned the place and put the reports on his desk.

“Get ready to leave in 15 minutes Auror Malfoy. We have a potential situation in Islington,” he ordered harshly.

He turned to leave nodding once at Blaise, “Zabini, don’t you have work to do?”

Blaise smiled at him In response, knowing his game.

“See you later, Draco”

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It turned out their potential situation in Islington was a very dangerous hostage situation. Two kids, under the age of 10 were trapped inside a house.

Potter was fidgeting and restless the moment he found out what was happening. He was more prickly with Draco than usual today.

After scoping the scene, he immediately began to move towards the door with reckless abandon. Draco dragged him back by his robes harshly, but Potter resisted, intending to simply barrel through. Draco had to pin him down to the ground by his wrists, his body flush against Potter as he spat,

“There’s a magical force field around the property, you idiot! Can’t you see it rippling?”

To demonstrate, Draco picked up a twig and threw it at the door. Before it reached the door, it was stopped by an invisible wall and was instantly incinerated.

“Oh.” Potter was breathing harshly for some reason, looking up at Malfoy in silence.

“Get off me Malfoy.”

Draco quickly moved off of him, now that he knew he wasn’t going to be responsible for getting the Head Auror killed on duty.

They both worked to dismantle the forcefield, eventually getting it down. The man inside was deranged and unwashed, but not a very good wizard. He may be good at charms, but he was easy to disarm. He was merely holding the children for ransom. He was taken into custody. Thankfully, the children were unharmed and eventually returned to their parents.

This meant a load of paperwork for both Draco and Harry. By the time he got back to the office, it was 4pm so he quickly worked to finish it before end of day, intending to hit the gym hard that evening as he had missed his weekend workout.

When he arrived at the gym, he was unsurprised to see Potter with boxing gloves on working the punching bag with brute force. His intention seemed to be to knock the bag off its chains completely. He was shirtless this evening, sweat dripping off of his entire upper body, giving it a wet sheen.

‘Lovely,’ Draco thought. The man couldn’t even be bothered to wear a shirt, insufferable, pompous, prick that he was.

He looked up when Draco came in, briefly, but didn’t stop punching. In fact, he began punching even harder.

Draco said nothing as he climbed up onto the stair master for his typical 30 minute cardio warm up. It was Draco’s favorite machine as he believed it kept his bum high and tight.

His back was to Potter but he could see him in the reflection of the glass wall in front of him. He was staring at Malfoy’s back, or his arse, Draco couldn’t tell.

After 20 minutes of enduring his gaze, Draco finally gave in, “You got a problem Potter?”

“Let’s box Malfoy. I need something to hit me back.”

Draco thought on this for a moment. Potter never dared to engage him at the gym before. What made him start today? Not wanting to back down from a challenge, Malfoy stopped the stairmaster and hopped off.

“Fine,” he answered, as he went to pick up some gloves.

They started lightly, but after a few minutes, it was clear that Potter wanted to bash his face in.

Eventually, Malfoy was struck to the ground. Potter was far more brutish than he, after all. He hopped on top of him, pressing his glove to the side of his perfect porcelain face, forcing Draco's cheek to the dirty ground.

Draco squirmed and struggled beneath him, refusing to tap out.

Then, to his shock, he felt something hard digging into his thigh. He looked down and gasped, realizing that Potter was sporting a hard, impressive erection.

Potter followed his eyes and coughed, trying to distract Draco from the truth. He quickly rose away from Draco, ashamed but meeting his gaze defiantly, daring him to say one word.

Draco remained silent.

Potter threw off his gloves with a snarl and strolled purposefully and quickly, out of the gym, saying nothing.

As he left, Draco felt a powerful gust of Potter’s angry, frustrated magic swipe sharply against the same cheek where Potter’s glove was pressed against, just moments before.

It was like a hard slap. Draco touched his cheek softly, still in shock.
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