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�� Chapter 5- Sophisticated
Auror Techniques

�� Harry gave
a little hmm sound and snuggled deeper into the sheets. He didn�t think
he could remember ever being this happy to be in bed before. Usually, he
was planning what he should do the next morning, or concentrating on the
paperwork he�d brought home for the weekend, and was ready to wake at the chirp
of his clock. But now, his limbs felt as if they were made of packed blankets,
and the intense warmth at his back made him just want to-

�� Warmth?

�� Harry was
awake in a moment, and staring at the far wall of a room that was definitely
not his own. The person behind him gave a little sigh and cuddled closer, one
arm draping laxly over Harry�s shoulders.

�� Harry lay
still, cataloguing other differences in those moments before memory rushed back
upon him. The pyjamas he wore were made of silk, not the practical cotton he
liked. He lay with someone�s arm over his back and someone�s leg jammed between
his, which never happened. He wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep,
likewise not a normal occurrence-

�� And then he
remembered, and closed his eyes with a grimace.

�� More than anything
else, he felt weary. Why in the world had he given in and let Malfoy affect him
like that? Surely he wasn�t so hard up as to come at the sound of an enemy�s voice.
It had been letting go his calmness at all that affected him. He shouldn�t have
been so disconcerted by that dream, but simply accepted it as a torture
technique. He�d borne worse.

�� He had to
believe that. The only other explanation he had was Malfoy�s; he was helpless
putty in the hands of anyone who would touch him for more than a moment. And
that was completely and totally unacceptable.

�� This is
my fault, he thought. Malfoy could never have got to me if I didn�t let
him get to me. And surely, by now, he�s had his fun, and whatever he wanted,
he�s obtained. A dull flush crept over his cheeks at the thought of the
picture he must have made during his orgasm. Malfoy had more than enough to
fuel his twisted wank fantasies for now. I�ll talk to him as one adult to
another, and get him to recognize that this is just silly, keeping me as a prisoner
in his house. He�ll listen. He should, shouldn�t he? I never heard that he was
mad before this, or wanted to do anything to jeopardize his family�s
reputation.

�� Good
morning, Harry.�

�� Harry
steeled his resolve and moved away, turning slowly over. Malfoy lay behind him,
looking a bit regretful as his hand slipped from Harry�s chest, but almost
immediately resuming a smile. He was naked except for a pair of pants. Harry
made himself ignore that.

�� Good
morning, Malfoy,� he said. This was what a good Auror would do, he told
himself, keep calm and give the enemy just enough rope to hang himself with. �I
was thinking I�d leave this morning.�

�� Well,
that�s an improvement over trying to kill me the way I thought you would,�
Malfoy said calmly. �But I�m afraid it�s still impossible, Harry.�

�� Harry kept
himself from grinding his teeth. Careful, careful. Losing one�s temper is
not a sophisticated Auror technique. �Why, Malfoy?� he asked. �Someone�s
going to notice I�m missing soon. If they haven�t already.� He thought it was
the middle of the night, from the way his stomach seemed stuck to his spine. A
whole day of missed work. Wormwood�s probably going mad, wondering where I am.
�You can�t want them to find me. Kidnapping and torturing an Auror leads to a
year in Azkaban at the very least, you know.�

�� I took
care of that already,� said Malfoy, with a lazy wave of his hand. �I created a
replica of you and tipped it down those stairs outside your flat. Currently,
they think that you�re in St. Mungo�s, in a coma due to a bump on your head.
All the replica has to do is breathe and move its eyes occasionally and swallow
what they pour down its throat, and they think it�s you.� Malfoy�s smile was
wide and slow and utterly infuriating, Harry found. �Why wouldn�t they? It�s
virtually all that you did to interact with other people the last few years of
your life.�

�� I can�t
stay,� Harry said tightly. �What are your friends going to say about a
permanent houseguest, Malfoy, especially one who doesn�t want to be here?�

�� The ones
whom I can trust with this already know about it.� Malfoy stretched his arms
above his head, arching his back as if he wanted Harry to admire the ripple of
the muscles on his chest. Harry refused to do that. �And the ones I don�t trust
will never know. My mother doesn�t really approve, as such, but she accepts it.
We�re having dinner with her tonight, in fact.�

�� Harry felt
the last of his resolve to be calm and adult slip away, as much as he�d wanted
to keep hold of it. �Why the fuck, Malfoy?� he spat. �Do you hate me
that much? Or maybe the people I help that much?�

�� Malfoy�s
eyes narrowed. �You have no idea what I hate, Harry, because you haven�t taken
the time to get to know me,� he said. �But, to answer your rude and impertinent
question, no. I care about you that much.�

�� Harry let
his head drop back, and he laughed, helplessly. It was all he could do- though,
if the whirling, churning emotions in his gut were any clue, not all he would
be able to do soon. �Kidnapping someone and forcing him to- to blow his load in
front of you is caring, Malfoy? Remind me never to get on your bad side.�

�� Oh, you
already have.� Malfoy�s eyes were half-lidded when Harry looked again. �Denying
yourself the way you have been. Hurting yourself needlessly. There were times I
hated you so much I could barely breathe, and other times I hated your friends,
for dying and leaving you alone.�

�� Don�t you
talk about them,� Harry breathed. �Don�t you dare talk about them.�

�� I will if
I want to.� Malfoy levered himself up on one elbow. �No one else ever does, do
they, Harry? You�ve got no one left to mourn with, and the others think your
grief is too sacred to intrude on. I�m here to tell you it�s not, Harry. Not
when it makes you act as irrationally as you�ve been doing.�

�� Harry felt
the emotions surge through him, clenching and pressing on his gut, driving him
forward. And, in fact, they drove his fist forward a moment later, hard enough
to make Malfoy�s head snap backwards and one cheekbone crack in with a sharp sound.

�� Malfoy just
lay there for a moment.

�� And Harry
launched himself into motion, because when one set of sophisticated Auror
techniques failed, the other- the set that led towards hurting his enemies and
escaping from their clutches- had to come into play.

�� He pushed
Malfoy back in the bed, and kicked hard at his kneecap, making him yowl and,
not incidentally, spread his legs wide. Yes, there was his wand, in the strap
along his thigh. Harry reached for it.

�� Malfoy
curled his leg around Harry�s back and pulled, viciously, making Harry tumble
on top of him. His skin felt like it was on fire, which Harry did his best to
ignore. Instead, he twisted around and grabbed for the wand again.

�� Trippy!�
Malfoy yelled.

�� Oh, no.
Fueled by desperation, Harry lunged, and yanked the wand free just as the
house-elf appeared in the room.

�� Stop- �
Malfoy began.

�� Mobilicorpus,�
Harry snapped, overriding him, and gestured with the wand. It felt unfamiliar
in his hand, the core fighting him as his magic surged through it, but it was
still a wand and he was still a wizard, and in the end it obeyed. Malfoy
levitated up from the bed, and Harry hastily spun him so that his head pointed
at the floor, and then shot him towards the ridiculously high ceiling, at least
ten feet above. No one needed a room that high, but at least this meant Malfoy
would take serious damage should Harry let him fall.

�� Trippy
squeaked and wrung her hands, or at least Harry thought so from the motion in
the corner of his eye. He never looked away from Malfoy for a moment. �Call her
off, Malfoy, or down you go,� he said as calmly as he could around his own
panting breaths.

�� Malfoy
didn�t respond for a long moment. Then he sighed. Harry turned him around, and
saw him feeling at his cheek where the punch had gone home. Harry felt a surge
of vicious satisfaction.

�� Incarcerous,�
Malfoy murmured.

�� Harry had a
moment to wonder how he planned to accomplish that spell without a wand before
ropes burst out of the sides of the bed and grabbed his arms and legs,
stretching them wide. He dropped the wand at the shock of the sudden clutch
around his wrist, though he tried hard to maintain it. He found himself on his
back, then, and fighting for breath, while Trippy hastily, gently, lowered
Malfoy to the floor.

�� Goddamn
son-of-a-bitch bastard! Harry fought the ropes, though he�d learned enough
about this stupid spell through using it to know it would do no good. Malfoy
stood up and came over to the edge of the bed, picking up his wand, which he
spun idly between his fingers as he watched Harry struggle.

�� At last,
Harry fell limp, panting. He turned his head and glared at Malfoy. His glasses
had fallen off, and all he could see was a blond blur. �Going to rape me now, I
suppose, Malfoy?� he asked.

�� You are
obsessed with rape, Harry,� Malfoy murmured. �One would think that you wanted
me to.�

�� His other hand, the one not holding the wand,
drifted out. Harry flinched back, sure that Malfoy was about to punch him in
turn, but the fingers gently rubbed over his neck, his chin, the edge of his
cheek instead. They came near his mouth, and Harry counted seconds, waiting for
the perfect moment, then lunged and bit. Malfoy swore and barely got his hand
out of the way in time.

�� Then he laughed.

�� Harry shut
his eyes in defeat. �I don�t understand you at all,� he whispered.

�� Of course
you don�t,� said Malfoy. The bed shifted as he sat down next to Harry. Harry
refused to look at him. �Because you aren�t used to caring about yourself at
all.�

�� Harry
opened one eye. �Just because I don�t live your oh-so-snobby, poncey lifestyle,
Malfoy- �

�� Oh, it�s
more than that, Harry,� Malfoy interrupted. �I could tolerate you being a
Gryffindor, you know. Noble save-the-world rot and all that. But you don�t
relax even when it absolutely wouldn�t matter whether you did or not. You
punish yourself when you have the chance, and no one is going to notice and
scold you for it. You feel guilty over the sleep and the food and the pleasure
your body needs. If you could go without food and sleep, I don�t think you�d
use either, at all.�

�� They slow
me down,� Harry growled, irritated that Malfoy couldn�t see the point.
Or maybe he was irritated because he was in pyjamas and tied on Malfoy�s bed.
That could have been part of it, too. �And I don�t think I can save everyone,
Malfoy. But I can help some people, and the longer you keep me here, the
fewer it�ll be.� He twisted restlessly again, the fact that he�d spent a whole
day in bed, doing nothing else, inspiring him with something close to
panic. �There�s no reason for this, let me go- �

�� Malfoy
sighed and stood. �I didn�t want to do this,� he announced to no one in
particular, �because I didn�t want you thinking about work at all. But since
you�re doing it anyway, I might as well show you this.�

�� He walked
across the room to a piece of furniture Harry couldn�t identify without his
glasses, but which he thought was a wardrobe or bookshelf of some kind. After a
few moments of shuffling among sheaves of parchment, he brought out a scroll
and came back, dropping it in front of Harry.

�� Read
that,� he said.

�� I can�t- �

�� Of
course,� Malfoy murmured, and searched for his glasses until he found them and
slid them over Harry�s nose. Then he picked up the scroll and held it in front
of his face, unrolling it now and then when Harry indicated with a grunt and a
nod that he was ready to read further.

�� It was a
record of all the captures he�d made since he started working at the Ministry,
with numbers beside them: how long it had taken him to get a conviction, how
long it had taken him to put the pieces together and find the right evidence to
make an arrest, how long, when he had to chase or duel a subject, it had taken
him to do that. Harry, noticing roughly the same amount of time repeated over
and over, frowned in confusion. Is Malfoy trying to show me how efficient my
partners were?

�� And then he
realized it. Starting from about three years ago, his eighth year as an Auror,
the times increased. Cases that would once have taken him a week to solve
increased to two weeks, then to three. He chased for a longer stretch of time.
Duels took him longer, even when he�d not been sick or when the wizard he
fought was spectacularly poor at offensive spells.

�� Slowly,
slowly, he declined, though he hadn�t noticed- and certainly the Ministry had
made no comment on it, probably because his work was still faster than that of
most other Aurors, and they attributed some of it to the constant change in
partners.

�� Harry
clenched his hands in the ropes. �So I�m getting older,� he said shortly. �I- �

�� It�s not
that, Harry,� said Malfoy. �You haven�t suffered any sudden decline in your
health, and no more stress than you�ve subjected yourself to since first
becoming an Auror. I�ll grant that, at your present age, although of course
you�re still perfectly fit- � Harry tried to ignore the sensation of being
studied like a piece of meat �- you can�t run as fast as an eighteen-year-old,
but your record in other things should be improving as you learn more and gain
more experience. It�s not. Do you know why?�

�� Harry
turned his head away.

�� Malfoy
gripped his chin and turned it back. Harry tried to use his glare to show him
how thoroughly annoying he was, but Malfoy didn�t seem to take the hint.
�You�ve been eating even less than normal,� he said quietly, �in these last few
years. You�ve been sleeping less, probably because your mind won�t let go of
work. And your health is starting to decline from the sheer lack of
companionship, Harry. Whether or not you like it, you need friends more
than you think.�

�� Harry bared
his teeth, and wished Malfoy would bring a finger near his mouth again. �I get
seven hours of sleep a night, Malfoy- �

�� Just
because you lie down at midnight and get up at seven doesn�t make it seven
hours of sleep, Harry,� Malfoy interrupted. �I�ve watched, and had people
watch. You usually lie awake at least an hour before you fall asleep, and
that�s got worse and worse in the last few months.�

�� Harry let
out a frustrated huff of breath. The hell of it was-

�� Was-

�� Malfoy was right.
Harry had known, vaguely, that he didn�t feel as healthy as he used to, but he
had made sure to keep sleeping and eating, and so he hadn�t known what else
could be wrong. And he supposed relaxation from stress could be said to be
vital. He�d seen other Aurors collapse from the workload and be sent off on
holiday for a week, sometimes even a month, if they�d been working a
particularly hard case.

�� He�d just
never imagined that those things could apply to him. He was the
different one, the one who didn�t have emotional connections and so could work
constantly and well, indifferent to outside pressure. It was a rather crushing
blow to find out he was mortal after all.

�� But he
couldn�t afford to ignore the reality. Sooner or later, his performance would
be bad enough to force the Ministry to notice, and since Harry wouldn�t take a
holiday, they�d sack him. And Harry knew, knew, that he�d commit suicide
once that happened. He didn�t want that to happen. He couldn�t help people
then.

�� It was
rather disconcerting, to have his life and his death staring him in the face
all at once.

�� He took a
deep breath and relaxed as much as he could in his bonds. He�d promised himself
to be reasonable when he woke up. He still wanted to do that, even if the
method he�d have to use had changed.

�� Sophisticated
Auror techniques, he reminded himself. You can do this. You can be an
adult about this.

�� Listen,
Malfoy,� he said. �How long were you thinking of keeping me here?�

�� Malfoy�s
face flushed. �You�re only thinking of staying to improve your performance on
the job,� he said.

�� Yes,�
Harry admitted, meeting his eyes. He wouldn�t lie. If Malfoy was really in love
with him, or something like it, Harry owed him more than to pretend he was
staying for any other reason than this. �But if you�re right, I can�t afford
not to. So. A month of your- care?� The last word still dripped with sarcasm;
he couldn�t help it. �Would that be enough?�

�� It would
be a start.�

�� Harry
sighed. �Listen. If I agree to stay here, not attempt to escape, and go along
with anything short of rape- �

�� What
is your obsession- �

�� Will you
let me go at the end of a month, and stay away from me after that?�

�� Malfoy bit
his lip, and fell silent, staring at him. Then he said, as if reasoning out the
bargain in his mind, �You have to call me Draco.�

�� Harry
blinked, and nodded. �Done.�

�� You have
to be honest,� said Malfoy. �Actually give this a chance. Not lie and say
something isn�t affecting you when it is.�

�� Harry
nodded again. He was actually fairly confident he could do that and still ride
this out without any permanent damage. Malfoy might be right about him needing
better food and rest than he�d been getting, but he wasn�t right about everything.
Harry wouldn�t turn into Malfoy�s obedient little fucktoy. �I can do that, Malf-
Draco.�

�� Malfoy
half-closed his eyes and gave a little shiver, as if hearing his name from
Harry�s lips affected him. Harry rolled his own eyes. He�s far gone, and I
don�t even know why.

�� Then I
promise,� said Malfoy, and waved his wand, unbinding the ropes from Harry�s
arms and legs. Harry sat up, shaking his wrists and rubbing them cautiously,
folding his legs in and out to restore the circulation, all the while keeping a
cautious eye on his captor.

�� It�s been
nearly twenty-four hours since you had anything to eat,� said Malfoy, holding
his arm out. �Would you like to come have breakfast with me?�

�� If you put
some clothes on,� Harry muttered.

�� That
startled the other man into laughter. Harry watched him from beneath
half-lowered eyelids, and breathed a tiny sigh of relief.

�� At least
I can recover more easily this way than if I�m being thrown around, tied up,
and confined to bed. And all the while, he�ll think I�m going along with every
plan of his, and won�t think to question me more deeply.

�� This
really is a sophisticated Auror technique.

*

�� Draco saw
the calculating look on Harry�s face, and nearly gave himself away with a
smirk. It wouldn�t do to let Harry know how easily Draco could read him.

�� No
doubt, he thinks he�ll get away with this, that I can�t do anything to really
change his mind.

�� As if
his willing participation doesn�t get us through one barrier already.

�� Draco was
confident he�d chosen his solutions well, that what he�d give Harry was
actually what Harry needed. Come the end of the month, if Draco had done his
job well enough, Harry wouldn�t wish to part from him. And if he didn�t manage
to convince Harry- well, then he didn�t deserve another chance. Malfoys played
to win. Draco intended to.

�� A month
to seduce him. I can manage that.

�� He glanced
back to Harry�s clear green eyes, now shining with determination to win the
game at any cost. Harry probably didn�t even realize what a change that made
from his usual lack of expression- or how it made Draco�s cock twitch.

�� And this
is worth every effort I have to make.
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