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Who Do You Think You Are?	By : sharinganswirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4687 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So, warning you now, I actually don't have a word written yet for Chapter 6... I know where it's going, don't worry, but things have been crazy. My birthday happened, got rear-ended so now my neck is messed up, work full time, blah blah blah...
My game plan is to update every two weeks. Hopefully that won't kill you guys, but it's hard to get the time to write when you're not even home from 7-6 every day. :( Gonna try really hard to post in two weeks. I usually like to be a chapter ahead... but alas...
I hope you all enjoy!! Please review!
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Chapter 5
Harry was in the middle of the most pleasant dream when the insistent tapping of the owl post woke him.
He had Draco sprawled out in front of him on his bed, naked, begging for more. Harry was slowly undoing his own Gryffindor tie and robes, rotating his arse onto Draco’s hard cock. The noises Draco was making was enough to completely undo Harry. He groaned and bent over Draco, intent on torturing one of those beautiful pink nipples when the annoying tapping distracted him.
The dream dissolved in front of him, leaving Harry confused and tangled in sweaty sheets. His arousal was throbbing in his pants, and Harry groaned in frustration. The tapping sounded again.
Ready to hex the bloody bird, Harry threw an unlocking charm on the window and a huge majestic hawk owl swooped in, a scroll tied to its leg.
‘Only one person that owl could belong to,’ Harry thought sarcastically. He sat up in bed as the owl landed on the bed post. Leaning forward, he took the letter and conjured up a treat for the owl. Mollified, the owl pushed up and swooped back out of the room, power and strength in every movement.
Opening the letter, Harry nearly moaned at the familiar scrawl.
Potter,
I do hope your silence for the past month means you’ve been working diligently. I would like a status update as soon as possible.
Regards,
D.M.
Harry couldn’t stop the moan. He had no idea why, but the tone of Malfoy’s note made his erection throb even harder. Putting the note aside, Harry gave in and let his right hand travel down his belly to circle his raging cock.
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Malfoy,
Rest assured, I have been working diligently, as you put it. Looking into your family history is proving to be as intricate as the Malfoy’s reputation suggests.
I’m afraid I haven’t gotten much farther than your great-grandparents at this point. I can show you if you’re interested. I have another trip to the Ministry scheduled for this afternoon but I can meet you for coffee afterward.
Sincerely,
H.P.
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Potter,
Yes, I shall meet you at the Witch’s Brew at 5PM.
Regards,
D.M.
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Harry wasn’t quite sure what to expect when Malfoy arrived. Was he going to be faced with impatience? Anger? Understanding?
After spending most of his afternoon wading through piles of old parchment and dust, Harry was feeling more than a little disgruntled and tense. All he wanted was a warm mocha and a hot shower. Then bed.
And it was only 4:50PM.
He was nursing the mocha now, grateful that The Witch’s Brew became the unofficial meeting place for him and Draco. It warmed his belly, sending it’s tendrils of relaxation up his back, into his shoulders and neck, up to his scalp, and down his legs, filling his toes. Leaning his head back, Harry closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the stress of the last few hours evaporating through his mouth.
“I don’t pay you to fall asleep, Potter,” came the light tenor.
Startled, Harry jerked his head and knee up at the same time, the knee having the misfortune to crack against the table. Sucking in a curse, Harry rubbed is knee and glared at Draco.
Draco’s eyes lit up with a smirk. Pulling one of the chairs out, he calmly sat himself down.
He was dressed in fine grey robes, the epitome of aristocratic breeding. His posture was stiff, perfect. His hair, immaculate. His eyebrows, neatly trimmed. His skin, flawless and glowing. On top of it all, there was an air about him that only breeding could give. Malfoy was a perfect example of all things “pureblood”. At the moment, Harry was having a hard time pulling his eyes away from the perfection, even with the throbbing knee.
“Tea?” Harry finally forced out of his suddenly tight throat.
“Yes, that would be lovely.” Draco’s smirk widened.
‘Insufferable prat,’ Harry snarled internally. A thought occurred to him, which resulted in a quick glint in his eye before he quickly stood up and went toward the bar.
A couple of minutes later, Harry plopped a white cup in front of Draco.
One of the perfect eyebrows gently lifted in inquiry as Draco lifted the cup from the table.
“What’s this, Potter?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s Harry. Enough with the last names. And that,” he pointed, “is a London Fog. Just try it.”
Draco’s nose crinkled a bit. “London Fog? Sounds distasteful.” Somehow, Harry got the impression he wasn’t just talking about the drink.
Harry quirked his lips. “What’s the matter, Draco?” he purred. “Scared?”
Draco’s eyes lit up. “You wish.” And he took a sip.
If Harry hadn’t been keeping eye contact, he might have missed the subtle change in Draco’s eyes. Was that… surprise? Pleasure? Both?
Draco slowly pulled the drink away from his lips, eyes breaking away from Harry’s to contemplate the cup in his hand. Slowly, his eyes drifted up to Harry’s again. Harry felt his world tilt at the warmth he saw in them.
“What is this?” Draco asked, calm.
Harry’s smiled bloomed. “It’s Earl Grey tea steamed with milk and a dash of vanilla for sweet. I figured you might like it. They came up with it in Canada.”
“They?” Draco took another sip, trying not to look too hurried.
“Muggles. Say it with me.” Harry’s smile grew infectious.
“Like hell, Harry,” Draco said, fighting a slight smile, though it was clear as day in his eyes.
Harry’s chest warmed at the sound of his name on Draco’s lips. He, of all people, understood people were attached to their name, it was a huge part of their identities, but he had never experienced something so intimate before. As the hero of the wizarding world, he heard his name numerous times, even in one day. But to hear it drip off of Draco’s lips, as if Draco was the only person born in the world that could say his name right…
“Potter?”
Harry startled out of his thought process. He glared half-heartedly at Draco. “It’s Harry,” he said again.
Draco couldn’t quite stop the eye-roll. “Harry,” he drawled sarcastically.
Harry felt his lips quirk up into a grin. “That’s better.”
Their eyes met and held, probably for much longer than they should have. Feeling the heat rise from his belly, Harry looked away first and cleared his throat.
“Right. Um, here we are,” Harry reached down to his messenger bag, pulling out the same thin blue folder, only it wasn’t so thin anymore. It wasn’t bursting at the seams, but it was substantially fuller than the last time Draco saw it.
“Unfortunately, I’m having some difficulty finding the right documents. You’ll have to excuse my learning curve here, I haven’t ever done this sort of thing with a wizard family before. The way the Ministry deals with these sorts of things is quite different than what I’m used to.” Harry placed the folder on the table and flipped it open.
“Oh? How so?” Draco frowned.
“Well, muggles usually keep pretty clear record of births, deaths, marriages, divorce, etc. Wizards do the same, except it’s all done magically and instantaneously at the Ministry. I haven’t quite figured out their filing system yet. Muggles usually can find things by last names, but the Ministry just sort of keeps them as a hodge-podge, not really any sort of filing at all. Makes it very difficult to find anything in there.
“However,” Harry continued, “With some spells, I’ve been able to find a few things. Your grandfather’s name was Flavius, and he was married to Agatha, maiden name Umbridge. I think she must be related to that awful professor we had in 5^th year…” Harry trailed off, his left hand starting to massage his right.
“Well, that’s revolting,” Draco sneered.
Harry raised an eyebrow at this. “Didn’t you assist her in…”
Draco waved a hand, cutting him off. “Yes, yes, we did what we had to, remember? We all did.” His piercing grey eyes met Harry’s again.
Harry felt unnerved, which was silly because he had nothing to hide. “Yes,” he said, as he sat up straighter. “Yes, we all did.”
Fiddling with the papers again, he went into a little more detail about Flavius and Agatha’s life as the Malfoy’s; Still filthy rich, it looked like an arranged marriage based on a contract he found in a file with the marriage certificate, they had one stillborn and then Lucius.
“And then, again, based on the marriage certificate between Flavius and Agatha, I believe your great-grandparents names were Maximus and Zoe Malfoy. I don’t know much more detail about them yet, I still haven’t found their birth or death certificates in that monstrosity the Ministry calls the ‘Department of Registries’.” Harry sighed, a little frustration slipping out.
“That’s all you’ve gathered, Potter? After a whole month, that’s all you managed to get?” Draco’s eyes were wide with disbelief.
“Well, yes,” Harry blinked, not quite sure why Draco seemed to be getting irritated. “I told you, Draco, that place is chaos!”
“I want to see it.” The words were out before Draco could stop himself.
“What?” It took a moment for Harry to comprehend the last sentence. “No, no, definitely not.”
“And why not?” Draco nearly pouted, but Malfoy’s don’t pout. Ever.
“Because I don’t work with others,” Harry tried to reason. “They just get in the way. Always asking questions about mundane things or looking at things they probably shouldn’t. Some of these documents are hundreds of years old and need to be taken proper care of. I can’t supervise every person like a child when I’m working.”
Draco nodded. “I won’t touch anything. I’m not a child. I won’t ask silly questions. I just want to see if I can help you figure out how the Department of Registries is organized.” Harry began to open his mouth in protest. Draco spoke over him. “Face it, Potter, er, Harry. I’m a pureblood wizard, born and raised in the wizarding world, steeped in its culture, its history. I’ll be able to figure it out in less than a day. I promise, as a wizard, I promise.”
Harry sat back at that. Draco did have an excellent point. And he did have the breeding to not run around the room touching everything within sight. He could prove valuable.
But Harry also didn’t want the distraction of such a beautiful man in his sight. He doubted he’d be able to focus very well.
But it was also only for less than a day, right? If Draco were to be believed, he’d have the mystery solved within a day. Then they could both go on their merry ways, Harry working, Draco being a pureblood philanthropist.
Weighing the options, Harry finally nodded. “OK. Tomorrow morning, 9AM. Does that work?”
Draco nodded and stood to leave. Gathering his coat, Draco turned back to Harry.
“I wouldn’t mind one of those London Fog’s again in the morning,” he smiled. And left.
Harry let out a huge breath, heart racing, palms sweating.
‘Potter, pull yourself together!’ he admonished himself. ‘You’re behaving like a school girl.’
Harry was never one to really wait for anything in life. If there was something to be done, or something he wanted or needed to do, he went and did it. After so many near-death experiences, a person would realize that life could really end at any moment. The real question was, were they happy with the choices they made? The things they did? The people they loved? Did they wait too long?
Harry embraced his Gryffindor bravery. He wasn’t going to wait any longer. He wanted Draco. He was fairly certain Draco wanted him, too.
Harry smirked. Draco wouldn’t know what hit him.
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Draco wasn’t quite sure why he was up and at the Ministry so early that morning. He usually wasn’t even out of bed until 9 A.M. if he could help it.
‘Liar,’ he thought to himself. ‘It has everything to do with messy black hair and bright green eyes.’
If it wasn’t for the dreams, Draco could almost convince himself that he wasn’t really attracted to Harry bloody Potter. But the dreams were as real as the sun that morning.
The first one started a few weeks ago, closely after meeting Harry again for the first time. It wasn’t any tangible dream that he could remember, more just a series of sensations and impressions. Draco never even saw Harry in his dream, but he knew that Harry was the one kissing him, stroking him with big, firm hands, giving him unbelievable pleasure. Draco had woken up that morning tangled in sweaty sheets, shocked and beyond aroused. The dreams had continued, each one more detailed than the previous. He had secretly begun to look forward to them, though he would never admit that under any circumstances.
Draco imagined it stemmed from his curiosity of Harry. Harry had practically disappeared from the wizarding world after the war, not that Draco blamed him. If he had had the option, he would have left in a heartbeat. Oh, to escape the discrimination and slander for being on the wrong side of the war, something he had no control over. Unfortunately, being the Malfoy heir, Draco could never leave. Instead, he proclaimed the Malfoy family had made a grave mistake and had been atoning for it ever since. Now, the Malfoy’s were beginning to be recognized for all the good they have done since the War.
“I’m actually surprised that you beat me here,” Harry’s voice near-shouted from a distance.
Draco turned toward the source of the voice, and stayed silent.
Harry strode toward Draco, two paper cups in hand. He had a long, powerful stride, a confident posture. Draco felt his mouth go dry at the thought of how Harry could be just as powerful and confident in the bedroom. The slight breeze in the air tousled Harry’s hair, and Draco’s fingers itched to card themselves through it. Harry’s sparking green eyes and a bright smile greeted Draco, as he offered the paper cup when he drew near. He stopped just a few steps closer than Draco had anticipated, and he nearly stumbled backward to maintain a respectable distance.
“Good morning, Harry,” Draco said, calmly. He’d die before he let Harry know the impact he had on him.
“Morning,” he murmured, coffee cup to his lips.
Draco took a sip of his. London Fog, as promised. He hummed in contentment to himself.
“Well, shall we then?” Harry asked. Draco nodded and Harry turned toward an out of order phone booth, which served as an entrance to the Ministry.
“Oh, good. Not the loo,” Draco smirked.
Harry snorted lightly. “Not for a Malfoy.”
The cheerful banter passed back and forth as they traveled down and later walked through numerous hallways toward the Department of Registries. Harry nodded at many folks as they passed. Several still avoided Draco’s gaze but Draco was pleased to see how his appearance wasn’t as completely shunned as it had been even a year ago. He refused to think that maybe Harry had something to do with that.
“How do you do it?” Harry said quietly. Draco lifted a brow.
“Do what?”
Harry looked slightly embarrassed but continued with his question. “Hold your head up high after everything.”
Draco gave a little smile. “Because I have to. I absolutely refuse to hide in a corner and be criticized the rest of my life.”
Harry nodded, a smile appearing on his face, too. “Good for you.” And the subject was dropped.
It wasn’t long before they ended up at the Department of Registries. There was a large wooden desk just to the right of the door, with a plump, white haired woman sitting behind it. She had a slightly pinched look that reminded Draco of Madam Pince, which caused Draco to suppress a shudder. She smiled when she saw Harry, but her eyes narrowed as she spotted Draco.
Harry, without hesitation, walked right up to the desk and grabbed a quill to write something in the book on the desk. A step behind Harry, Draco looked closer and realized it was a sign in sheet.
“Good morning, Rose,” Harry nearly simpered, as he wrote down his name. Draco barely restrained rolling his eyes.
“Good morning, Harry. Who’s your friend?” Rose’s piercing blue eyes never left Draco’s face. She was the epitome of distrust.
Draco knew that she knew exactly who he was. Even so, Draco gave a formal bow and introduced himself.
“Pardon me, ma’am, I’m Draco Malfoy. A pleasure.”
Harry’s lips twisted in amusement. “Draco, this is Rose Darling, one of the volunteer assistants for the Department of Registries.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” Rose said dryly. Draco met Harry’s dancing eyes.
“Draco is helping me with a bit of a research project, the one I’ve already been working on,” Harry supplied. “I hope you won’t mind us both poking around a little?”
Draco knew Rose wanted Malfoy to stay out of the record hall, but they were a matter of public record. She couldn’t deny him access, even with his family history.
“Of course, Harry. Just sign him in below your name. No beverages allowed, you know that. I expect you’ll inform Mr. Malfoy of all the rules?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Harry said, signing Draco’s name in. “Thank you for being so accommodating.” He flashed her a smile. Draco and Harry finished their drinks and vanished the cups.
“Anytime, dear boy,” she met his gaze with a genuine smile of her own. The smile faded quickly as her eyes wandered back to Draco’s. “Good luck.”
Somehow, Draco got the impression she wasn’t just talking about their search in the Department of Registries.
Once the two were all signed in, Harry led the way to the door and held it open for Draco. Nodding his thanks, Draco stepped past the threshold and promptly stopped in shock.
The room must have been bigger than Hogwarts’ Great Hall, easily. Perhaps twice the size. The ceiling was higher than any room Draco had ever been in. Shelves filled the room from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, all brimming with files and files of papers. Seemingly tiny pieces of papers floated among the shelves, moving to and fro, some without destination and some zipping to the other end of the room.
What really caught Draco’s eye were the strange… things lining one wall. He couldn’t even describe them other than they looked like a moving portrait, but made of glass and plastic. Curious, Draco stepped toward them.
“Those are computers,” Harry said.
“I know what they are,” Draco snapped, ineffectively hiding his embarrassment. He had heard of computers before, but this was the last place he expected to see them. “Just curious why they are set up in here.”
“Ah, of course,” Harry stifled a grin. Draco was so cute when he was lying. “Hermione, with her position in the ministry, made the suggestion that charmed computers may make it easier for any witch or wizard to access their family’s information. A majority of the younger generations are now learning how to use computers. I hear they’ve coerced the muggle-borns into teaching them. I think it’s fantastic!”
Draco frowned. “Well, I’m not sure if I could help operate one of those… things…”
Harry laughed. “That’s not why I need your help. Not everything has been digitally documented yet on the network, so I still have to look things up manually. Problem is, I just can’t seem to find anything.” Frustrated, Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair.
Squaring his shoulders, Draco nodded. “Alright, then. Where do we start? What do you need?”
The punch of lust to his gut startled Harry. ‘I need you,’ he thought. ‘Right here, right now.’
Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly wished he were very alone. Preferably in his own room.
“Um, yes. Well, I think it might help if I explained a bit of the process to you.” Beginning to pace, Harry began to recite. “In the Muggle world, people have been keeping a record of others that have lived and died for thousands of years. In the modern world, Muggle’s record birth, death, marriages, divorces, tax records, you name it. They also do a census every ten years, which is basically counting people and where they are living at the time. Can make it very handy to find where people have moved during their lives. Anyway, usually, it’s pretty easy to locate marriages, divorces, births, etc., and look people up by their last names, but I’m really having a hell of a time trying to figure out how this room is organized.”
“I see,” Draco said, stroking his chin. Taking a few steps forward, he peered down an aisle of shelves. Frowning, he took another few steps. Suddenly, his face cleared, and he swiftly walked down one of the aisles.
Harry thought he was going to burst. Watching Draco think, walk, hell, even breathe, was too much of a turn on. ‘Ron was right,’ he thought. ‘I need a bloke. And fast. Just keep it in your pants a little longer, Potter, you can hit up London tonight.’
Following Draco, Harry forced himself to get his head in the game. Draco was paying him for this, for Merlin’s sake. He really needed to start proving himself worthy if he was expecting any more clients after this.
“I think I figured out your little… problem,” Draco’s haughty voice carried back toward Harry.
Harry could imagine the look on Draco’s face. That smug, overly confident look he had always wanted to smack whenever he saw it while they were at Hogwarts. Now, he just wanted to snog it off.
“And what would that be?” Harry challenged.
Draco turned to face Harry. “You never learned Latin, did you?”
Harry blinked. “Latin? Merlin, no. Why would anybody need to learn Latin?”
Draco gestured around him, to the shelves. “Seems your problem is that these files are all organized in Latin. We’re currently standing in the divorces section. It’s a very small section, mind you. Not many wizarding families have solid grounds for divorce.”
Harry was stunned. “Latin?” he whispered. “Well, fuck me.”
Draco’s smoldering eyes met his. “Maybe soon.”
That was it. Harry could practically hear his control snap. Taking three quick strides, Harry grabbed Draco by the arms, slammed him up against the nearest shelf and forced his mouth down onto Draco’s.
Harry was pretty sure this was as close to Heaven as he was ever going to get. Draco was immediately responsive, throwing his hands into Harry’s hair and forcing Harry’s mouth harder against his own. Opening his mouth to gasp for air, Harry was surprised when Draco’s tongue slipped in, teasing his own tongue and teeth.
He tasted like honey and with just a hint of the vanilla from his drink this morning. And something darker, sexier. His teeth were unbelievably smooth, tongue just rough enough to give Harry wicked ideas of how he could use it. Harry really could have spent the rest of the day just analyzing every taste and texture that was Draco.
Groaning at the thought, Harry thrust his hips forward, rubbing his achingly hard cock against Draco’s thigh. His own slipped between Draco’s thighs and he was rewarded by a shuddering gasp.
“Harry…” Draco moaned.
Abruptly, Harry realized they were in the middle of the Department of Registries. Panting, he forced his lips away from Draco’s, leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco’s delicate ear.
“Draco, we can’t do this right now,” Harry wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or Draco more of that fact.
“Why the hell not?” Draco pouted, sounded winded, which gave Harry a surge of satisfaction.
“Because we’d give poor Rose a poor heart attack,” Harry chuckled.
He felt Draco shudder. Pulling back, he met Draco’s eyes.
The lust he found swirling in them nearly had him forget his gallant effort to stop their mind blowing snog session.
Harry cleared his throat again. Draco had a bad habit of making his mouth go dry.
Draco took pity on Harry. “Now, I guess I’ll have to show you around the place, translate areas and files for you.”
Harry gaped, head still reeling from the kiss. “You know Latin?”
Draco chuckled, warm and rich. “Of course, I do. I’m a Malfoy. What do you think we Malfoy’s do prior to going to Hogwarts?”
The thought had honestly never even occurred to Harry. “Oh. Well, um. Yeah. Lead the way, I guess.”
They spent the rest of the day wandering the whole room, Draco translating and Harry drawing on a piece of parchment he had procured from Rose. They had broken for a quick lunch in Diagon Alley, but both were eager to get back to the project. Soon, it was nearing four o’clock and Harry realized he better let Draco go.
“Well, I think that about covers everything I’ll need to know to continue my search. Thank you, again.” Harry smiled.
Draco waved a hand. “Not a problem. I expect to see more results next we meet.”
“You can bet on it,” Harry promised. “So, um, do you have any plans tonight?”
‘Smooth, you idiot,’ Harry thought to himself. ‘Very smooth.’
Draco gave Harry a knowing smile. “As a matter of fact, I do. I should get going.”
Harry was pretty sure his heart was now being digested by his stomach. “Oh, ah, OK, then. Right. Let’s go.” He swiftly turned on his heel and led the way out.
Draco gave a knowing smirk behind him. He actually didn’t have any plans that evening, but he wasn’t going to let Harry know that. Draco planned on doing what he did best: Make Harry’s life as difficult as possible. With the new spin on their relationship, Draco was finding this task a lot more pleasing that those of his school days.
They walked out of the Department if Registries quickly, barely even talking to one another. Harry was beyond embarrassed and Draco was wallowing in it. Once they got outside, Draco surprised Harry with one more quick kiss before turning on his heel and striding away.
“I look forward to our next meeting, Potter,” he called over his shoulder. And he was gone with a crack.
Harry barely kept himself standing up. “It’s ‘Harry’,” he said to nobody but himself.
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