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Fire and Ice	By : Original-Sin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4:

‘Diagon Alley’

Cold and uncaring eyes watched as the young couple continued on their way completely unaware they were being followed. The pretty blond headed girl with large blue eyes was giggling and holding on tightly to her tall handsome boyfriend’s arm, while coyly looking up at him and batting her long eyelashes. They had just left Flourish & Blotts and were headed to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, which was now run by the deceased Florean Fortescue’s nephew, before they headed back to Hogsmeade Village to have a romantic dinner, and where the young man planned on proposing to his love. Unbeknown to them, this would be the last thing they ever did together ........

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‘Hogsmeade Village’

Harry was standing over the bloody crime scene, the naked bodies of the young victims (or what was left of them) were respectfully covered with a blanket. The one unique aspect about this case was that so far the nude body of every victim, or victims, were left in various poses as if the perpetrator were laying them out for display, almost like an artist, a very sick and perverted one. Harry had his wand out and was casting various spells, including ones for detection of dark magic, apparition and disapparition signatures, but whoever the killer was he knew exactly what he was doing.

‘It’s like he’s playing a sick game of cat and mouse, and this is his way of taunting me.’ He had thought he was getting closer to solving these murders, even been hoping he would catch the killer soon, before he struck again. As he continued walking around, casting more spells and looking for more evidence, he became angry with himself for not being able to stop this from happening again. This particular killing was different than the others and seemed more personal.

‘If I didn’t know better, I would swear he was out there somewhere watching my every move even right now.’ For just a moment Harry shivered, not out of fear, but a feeling which was more like a warning that he could not explain. He ran his eyes over the crowd of observers being held back by another Auror assisting at the scene, looking at each face Harry saw no one who looked familiar or suspicious. Turning back, he went about his business collecting evidence and talking with witnesses. After he was done examining the crime scene, the bodies were taken back to headquarters for further examination and autopsies by a healer from St. Mungo’s.

He was getting more frustrated by the minute and running his fingers through his thick hair thinking, ‘I sure wish ‘Mad Eye‘ Moody was still alive, I could really use his help right now with this case.’ With a fond smile he could hear Mad Eye’s voice in his ear bellowing at him a useful reminder, "constant vigilance" to keep him on his guard. The sun was shining brightly and something on the ground glistened reflecting off of Harry’s glasses. He bent down and used his wand to levitate it so he wouldn’t contaminate whatever the object was. Grinning at the new piece of evidence he swore, “Gotcha you bastard!”

***

The tall broad-shouldered and muscular man moved with ease through the large crowd. They were too busy watching with growing interest the crime investigation taking place right in front of them for anyone to take any notice of him. The figure walked swiftly away from the gathering crowd, a lock of dark brown hair falling down across his forehead. He had been carefully watching Auror Harry James Potter as he examined the victims bodies and looked for evidence. Smiling to himself he thought, ‘The game is just beginning and soon you will become my greatest masterpiece and my greatest achievement.’ He had deliberately left a clue behind for the Auror to find, and now his plan was set in motion.

He opened the door to the Hog's Head Inn and walked into the tavern looking around the small establishment for his comrade, whom was waiting for him. His eyes lightened up when they met those of his partner, his lover, his one and true love, the only person whom he trusted with his plans. Walking up to the secluded table in the corner of the room, he held out his hand and pulled his lover up out of the chair and into his arms. After sharing a kiss, he led them by the hand up the rickety wooden staircase located behind the bar and up to the guestroom that they always used when they met at the Inn.

***

After leaving work, Harry went home and as usual Ginny wasn’t there, but this time she had left a note for him. Picking it up he read the message as he walked to the sink to get a glass of cold water. Crumbling the piece of paper in his hand, he tossed it onto the floor and kicked it away with his booted foot. It was late, well past midnight, and after dropping off the important piece of forensic evidence (a single strand of hair) at the Ministry Forensic Lab and doing his follow-up paperwork, he decided to go home and get some sleep. He knew it might well belong to either one of the victims, and had done a diagnostic spell on the strand himself, which didn’t show him who it came from. It would take more elaborate testing to determine if it belonged to the killer. Harry felt more confident this time, this would be the break he needed to solve the case and find the sick culprit. He decided to go upstairs and take a nice long hot shower then shave and head back out for a drink at the Three Broomsticks. Merlin knew he could use a little peace and quiet.

***

‘The Three Broomsticks’

Draco was sitting at the bar in the Three Broomsticks, well on his way to getting drunk and thinking about his earlier dream. Scrunching his eyes shut, he swore and tried to put the image of a certain green-eyed Adonis out of his mind, and took another swig of firewhiskey from the glass on the counter in front of him. The bartender was giving him dirty looks and kept mumbling under his breath while giving meaningful glances at the clock on the wall behind him. It wasn’t often that the pub was this empty giving him the opportunity to close early, all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there so he could get home to his dear beloved wife. Draco snorted getting the hint and taking one last sip stood up and reached into his pocket for some change, intending to leave and find someone to sleep with. As Draco was turning to walk away, the door opened letting in a burst of cool night air and his worst nightmare.

As he stepped into the room, Harry’s eyes took in the only two figures standing over at the bar. ‘Shit, why do I keep running into Malfoy?’ he thought. Instead of turning away and walking back out the door, he went up to the bar.

“Hi Sam, I know it’s late and you probably were getting ready to close up, but I’ve had a really busy day and could use a drink.”

“Oh, no bother at all, Mister Potter. I heard about those poor young people being murdered right here in Hogsmeade, horrible it was, just horrible. Everyone is right scared to go out at night anymore and keep their doors locked for protection. I sure hope you’ll catch the killer soon. I’ll fix your favorite mix for you right in a second. Why don’t you just make yourself comfortable and take a seat at one of the tables and I’ll be with you in a minute. I was just seeing this gentlemen out and will be back to get your drink.”

Sam walked around the bar to escort Draco to the door or at least he tried too but Draco was adamant not to be kicked out while Saint Potter got to stay.

"I am not going anywhere, you imbecile, and don’t you dare touch me again.”
Draco pulled away from Sam as he reached out to try and grab hold of his arm yet a second time and barely held back on pulling out his wand to hex him into oblivion. Turning, he walked up to Harry and stared down at him. Draco refused to be forced out and be made a fool of in front of the man whom he had dreamed of having the best sex of his life with only a few hours before. No, that would be far too humiliating and a Malfoy was never insulted in that way.
“What the hell are you doing here so late, Potter? Did your wife finally get sick of looking at your ugly face so she kicked you out of the bedroom?"

“I am not in the mood Malfoy so keep out of my way and I won’t have to kill you.”

Without glancing at Draco again, Harry walked over to a table and sat down into a chair leaning back in it and stretching his legs out in front of him. Baffled by not getting more of a reaction from Potter, but refusing to give up since a Malfoy never backed down from a good quarrel and he would be damned to be the first one to do so.
“Tell me Potter,” Draco drawled, causing Harry to glance over at him. “Why is it that lately every time I am out trying to enjoy myself with some leisure comfort you have to show up and ruin it? If I didn't know any better, I would say you were stalking me.”

When Harry didn’t take the bait, Draco continued, “You aren’t , are you? Stalking me, I mean. I would hate to have to get a restraining order issued against you. What would your adoring public or even your always missing wife think of that, hmmm?”

“Sod off Malfoy, before I forget myself and smash your face in!”

Not to be deterred, Draco went over to where Potter was sitting and pulling out a chair on the other side of the table plopped himself down on it. Crossing his legs one over the other, he made himself comfortable. He observed Potter from the corner of his eyes and saw that the man was wearing low hanging tight fitting jeans on his lithe body and a light green stretch t-shirt that emphasized his lean six pack abs, leaving nothing to the imagination. Settling back in his chair, Draco watched as Sam set a full glass down on the table in front of Potter. He held up his own hand ordering another drink for himself. As Potter was reaching across the table to pick up his drink, Draco noticed how the damned shirt he was wearing lifted up giving him a glimpse of lean bronze flesh, making him squirm uncomfortably in the wooden chair, painfully aware of his hardening member.

‘Oh hell, damn it not now, shit.’

“Are you alright Malfoy?”

‘Of course,’ Draco thought. ‘The damned man who lived to save everyone would have to go and notice he had a little annoying problem. Why the hell couldn’t Mr. save the day Scar-Head resist temptation and just bud out for once and mind his own business? Was that asking too much? Oh, no, he had to go and stick his adorable little nose where it didn’t belong. I didn’t just think that, did I? No, stop it Draco, get a hold of yourself you really must have drank too much and are definitely not thinking straight.’

"Is something wrong Malfoy?” Harry asked again, furrowing his brows, and looking like he was getting ready to stand up and help him. “Your face is turning red and you look like you just swallowed something large that got lodged deep in the back of your throat.”

Draco shook his head willing the sudden image that came to mind at those words from his head and readjusted himself in his seat, trying to will down his throbbing erection.

“Are you sure you’re not choking on one of the nuts you just popped into your mouth?”

'Right, that does it.' Draco jumped up from the chair and headed for the bathroom at a quick awkward pace. He saw the concerned look on Potter’s face and thought for a moment he was actually going to follow him.

“If you don’t mind, I’ve got to use the loo and as much as I would enjoy your company, I don’t think that would be the best place for it.”

Potter actually looked like he was going to hex the platinum blond but stopped himself at the last moment and sat back down. He watched Malfoy slam the door shut behind him and took a long swig of the drink Sam had placed on the table. He closed his eyes savoring the sweet taste of the alcohol and thinking, ‘What is his problem anyway, you would think he had gotten over our schoolboy rivalry now that he was married and a parent. Why do I even bother trying to be civil to that jerk? Though he has been acting unusually weird even for him...' thought Harry remembering their last encounter and finishing his glass in one gulp, he called over his shoulder to Sam for another.

Locking the door and putting up a silencing charm, Draco rested against it. Inching his hand south he unzipped his pants, taking out the swollen member he viciously began pumping the heated shaft. After a grunt or two streams of hot cum shot from his penis, leaning back against the door he cursed to himself. ‘What is it about Potter’, he spat, ‘that has this effect on me. I hate the man and everything about him. His life is so freaking bloody perfect. He’s happily married with a miniature clone of himself for a son, his job is exciting, he even has the good looks to get anyone he wants into bed with him, if he even tried that is. But, oh no, he would never cheat on his beloved wife that would spoil his holier than thou image...’
At that moment, a plan came to mind and Draco hissed with pleasure thinking, 'this is going to be fun', he couldn’t wait to see the expression on Potter’s face when he was done with him. At the very least, this would help keep his mind off Astoria for a little while longer. Eventually, he had to go back home to his evil witch of a wife. Not looking back, Draco cleaned himself up and making sure he was presentable he grasped the door handle. Unfortunately, he just never thought that his brilliant little plan could backfire right in his face.

***

Draco opened the door and walked out into the bar area, looking over at Potter who now had a large tankard on the table in front of him and was just finishing off another shot of liquid in his glass. He watched the way the dark haired man threw his head back and swallowed, noticing how the small adam’s apple in his throat rolled with the movement. Sneering and thinking this was going to be easier than he thought, Draco swaggered over to the table and sat back down pouring himself a glass without bothering to ask for Potter’s permission.

Holding up his glass in a toast, he said, “Here’s to our wives may they be fruitful and multiply.”

Harry snorted, causing Draco to raise an eyebrow, as some of the fizz blew up his nose causing him to sneeze. Then holding up his own glass, clanked it against Malfoy’s in acknowledgment.

Sipping on the drink, Draco observed Potter and saw that he was well on his way to be being hammered. ‘This is going to be so easy.’ Harry seemed to have lost track of time as he listened to Malfoy rant on about this and that, his own mind was too busy thinking about the maniac that was out there and how he was going to stop them before they killed again. His mind was so preoccupied that he never noticed the other man constantly refilling his glass until the tankard was empty.

“Mr. Potter, you wouldn’t mind if I called it a night, would ya?” Sam called out as he finished wiping off and cleaning the countertop of the bar. “I’ll lock the door on my way out, but would appreciate it if you could make sure to do the same when you leave.”

Harry waved his arm in the air at him, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take care of it and please be sure to say hello to Sally and the kids for me.”

“That I will do sir, and you have a good night too and give my best to Mrs. Potter and your young son for me.” Ignoring Malfoy, Sam made his way towards the front door.

“Thanks, Sam, I will. Just be sure to be alert and safe out there.”

The door banged shut and Harry heard the lock turning, sealing them in the pub, and the sound of footsteps walking away. The Inn with the guest rooms upstairs was eerily quiet due to the lack of patrons staying overnight. It seemed everyone was too afraid to be away from their homes and family.

“Well Potter, it’s just you and me now, all alone.” Draco drawled in a seductive whisper.

‘What the hell is he up to?’ Harry thought as he warily eyed the man who was staring at him from across the table. ‘He’s planning something and I am going to find out what the hell it is.’

Harry knew Malfoy must have thought he was drunk, and though he may have been slightly buzzed from all the alcohol he had consumed, he was far from being intoxicated. ‘Alright then, I’ll play along with him... for now, but if he tries anything stupid I am going to knock him flat on his skinny arse.’ He had to admit to himself that he did find the man dangerously attractive, which surprised him since he had never taken an interest in men before, at least not in the sexual sense. He remembered the kiss in the alley, and to his horror, how much he enjoyed it, then wondered just how far he would let this game play out before he stopped it. His mind wandered back to Ginny and the fact that he hadn’t had sex in months, he was aching for it.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, so brilliant and almost like translucent emerald-green jadeite, no make that more like quetzal jade.”

“Why thanks Malfoy, I mean Draco.” Harry answered back in a husky whisper. “I think you have nice eyes too they kind of remind me of the sky on a stormy day.”

Draco stood up and walked around the table until he was standing directly behind Harry’s chair. Leaning down he whispered in his ear, “Would you like to go upstairs, Harry?” Harry shivered at the feel of the man's warm breath on his neck and the sensuous way his name was whispered.

Harry cranked his neck around knocking the back of his head against Draco’s chin. It was déjà vu for Draco, just like in his dream. Clamping his mouth shut before he said something he shouldn‘t and ruin the moment, he stepped back gently rubbing his sore appendage.

“Ooops sorry bout that Draco.” Harry giggled pushing himself up out of the chair with what appeared to be 'great' difficulty.

Draco reached out to steady him and Harry let himself fall against the taller man. The top of his head just fitted under Malfoy’s chin and he leaned in further against his neck rubbing his nose in the soft flesh of his throat. Sniffing, he inhaled the scent of an expensive cologne and breathed it in while closing his eyes. He really must be slightly inebriated, he thought, ‘I can’t believe I am doing this.’

He let Malfoy take him by the arm and lead him to the staircase that led upstairs to the private rooms. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Draco put one of Harry's arms around his shoulders and held him by the wrist with his hand, his other arm was wrapped around Harry's waist, then he guided him slowly up them one step at a time. Harry let himself stumble a few times but Malfoy made sure he had a firm grip on him and didn’t let him fall. When they reached the top of the stairs, Draco tugged on Harry's waist and wrist, dragging him down the hallway to the room he frequently used with his lovers.

Stopping in front of the door, Draco peered down at Potter who was breathing heavily and was looking up at him through heavily hooded eyes. Leaning down, he grazed his lips against Harry’s forehead, shouldering open the door and half-dragged and half-carried him into the room slamming the door shut behind them.

***

Inside the room, Draco pushed Harry up against the door and began ravishing his mouth sending warm flutters throughout his stomach. Unconsciously, Harry lifted his hand and placed it on the back of Malfoy’s neck running his fingers through his hair. Without realizing he was doing it, Harry leaned his body up flush against Draco’s and slipped his other hand under his shirt brushing the palm of his hand along the well-defined chest and rubbing it against the hardening nipples. Draco responded by putting one large hand on Harry’s butt and cupping one of his ass cheeks then roughly squeezing it earning a small startled yelp from the soft lips he was kissing. Harry felt something soft and warm slip into his mouth and realized it was Malfoy’s tongue. Instinctively, his own tongue lashed out to spar with his partner’s moist one.

Draco groaned lifting him up high in his arms so that he was standing on his toes and Harry accommodated himself by molding his body closer against the blond’s. Malfoy raked his fingers through Harry’s hair and forced his neck back so their tongues could explore each others mouths more efficiently. Their kissing became more passionate and Harry could feel heat beginning to grow in his groin but couldn’t stop himself from responding to Malfoy. When Harry felt Draco’s growing erection rubbing up against his own, he gasped and pulled on Malfoy’s hair yanking it hard. Harry wrapped one arm around Draco’s neck while the other wandered from his chest to his muscular back with his fingers clawing up and down it. Growling, Draco roughly forced Harry’s legs apart and reached down to pull up one and wrap it around his waist encouraging him to do the same with the other one. With both his legs now wrapped around Malfoy, Harry felt himself being carried backwards until Draco turned and dropped him onto the soft mattress where he landed on his back followed by Malfoy who was kneeling on top of him.

He felt him tugging on his t-shirt and lifted up his arms so Malfoy could slip it over his head. Harry tossed his head around on the pillow as Draco started to unzip his jeans, he wriggled his hips from side to side trying to help, while Draco put his arm under the lower part of his back to lift him up so that he could ease them down his long muscular and slender legs. When he ran into the obstacle of his boots, he yanked them off each foot, the jeans soon followed, landing on the floor. Harry was now only wearing his boxers but Malfoy easily ripped them off, leaving a completely nude and vulnerable Harry Potter.

Harry looked up at Draco and saw the lust in his eyes, arching upward he reaching up and pulled Malfoy down on top of him. He started working on removing his clothing and soon they both were stark naked rubbing up and down each other causing friction between their straining erections. Harry felt feverish as Draco kissed and explored his body with experienced hands and lips, they seemed to have a will of their own as they moved all over his lover’s flesh. Harry's own hands began to wander, his fingers trailed lightly up and down Draco’s back, while Malfoy continued to lavish kisses on him. Draco nestled his head against Harry’s neck kissing and sucking on it so hard that he was sure it would leave a mark. Harry grabbed Draco's face and pulled him down for another kiss, not stopping until they had to break apart for air.

Harry gasped when he felt Draco’s fingers roam down his spine, towards his backside and began caressing each of his firm round butt cheeks spreading them apart and lightly fingering his small pulsating hole. He saw Draco reach for his wand and then felt a moist cooling sensation in his passage and knew Malfoy must have used a lubrication spell to prepare him. They didn’t talk, no words were needed, this was just about lust and pleasure, nothing else. Soon both of Harry’s legs were again hooked around Draco’s hips and Harry noticed Malfoy had also used a liberal amount of lubrication on his own member which he was glad of due to the size and length of Malfoy’s large cock. Harry jerked back when he felt the hard shaft nudging against his entrance, Draco began kissing him again slipping his tongue into his mouth to distract him.

Draco was now lying completely on top of Harry. He placed one hand down flat on the mattress beside Harry and the other held his now erect organ at Harry's entrance. Lifting himself up, he kneeled between his thighs and pushed the head in. When Harry felt it entering him, he grabbed Draco by the shoulders and held on tight. He tried to relax his muscles to make the entry easier on him but instead only ended up tightening his legs around Malfoy’s hips. Draco began to gradually ease his way slowly into Harry’s virgin tight portal. The pain was intense and he could see by the grimace on Draco’s face that it wasn’t comfortable for him either as his anus kept pulsing and constricting on his shaft trying to keep out the intrusion. Draco took his time as he pushed his long length into him breaking through the barriers until he was fully sheathed inside of him. Harry’s body shook violently as Draco’s engorged penis brushed up against something inside of him and he gasped breaking away from the kiss Malfoy was lavishing on him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked as a wave of pleasure violently hit him.

"UGH!" Harry gasped rolling his hips upward to meet Draco’s thrusts. Malfoy set a fast pace, moving in and out not letting up on the man below him. He kept hitting that pleasurable spot deep inside of Harry and didn’t stop until he exploded his seed inside of him. Harry could only hold on and rake his fingernails into Draco’s flesh while Malfoy continued to kiss every inch of him.
Draco was grunting and Harry moaning while their bodies were shifting up and down. As they continued rutting against each other, the bed creaked and actually moved along the wooden floor. Harry’s own neglected erection was painfully stuck between them and gasping he felt it violently pulsating before his orgasm burst from him sending the sticky substance onto their bellies. After they were spent, Draco let himself fall down on top of Harry falling asleep instantly.

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