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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
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Worried didn�t even begin to describe Draco�s state of mind after Blaise departed. He spent the day desperately seeking out things to occupy his time. He lounged in the bath far longer than his usual hour, still high on the joints that were lightly laced with peppermint for flavor, Draught of Peace, and a special potion of Draco�s own creation that diluted the hunger typically caused by Cannabis. He paid a few bills, including the month�s food bill for one of the orphanages Harry sponsored. He then made lube, sampled said lube in a spur of the moment wank in his potions lab, ordered all new linen and silk canopy drapes for every bedroom in the Manor, and added a new layer of rather nasty traps to the wards. Finally exhausted of anything else he deemed constructive, he went about thoroughly berating and scaring the Manor�s numerous house-elves, whom by late afternoon were conspiring to lace all the food or drink he requested with a Calming Draught. Good thing he had a potions nose to rival Severus Snape.

By the late evening Draco was so far gone that he was tempted to dose himself with the Calming Draught. Just as he was about to call another elf and request potato soup, as it would camouflage the scent of the potion, thereby allowing him to remain in denial about his frenzied state, an elf appeared to tell him of a waiting floo call from Ron Weasley.

�Oh. Certainly. I�ll be there immediately,� Draco informed the elf.

He Apparated into the downstairs study to see Ron�s disembodied head hovering in the floo.

�Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure?� drawled Draco, squelching his desire to shrill and panic.

�Hi, Malfoy. Harry home yet?�

�No. Isn�t he with you and the rest of the merry Auror brigade? I thought there was some cloak and dagger meeting today?�

�There was. Listen, Malfoy, you might want to�erm..thing is there has been some disturbing news today. It might be a good idea if I came over and sat with you until Harry came home.�

�What happened? Harry ok?�

At this point all pretense of calm was forgotten. Who gave a damn if Weasley saw him fold like an empty rucksack at the mere thought of Harry being in trouble?

�Yeah. He�s not hurt or anything, but I can�t say he�s ok. A member of our team is kind of, well�Syl went missing and...�

�Missing?! What the fuck do you mean missing! Harry�s going to go bat shit.�

Since meeting the young Israeli and realizing he had nothing but a brotherly connection to Harry, Draco had become rather fond of him. Plus he knew how much the young Auror meant to his lover, which made him important to Draco as well. Harry didn�t have any living blood relatives, so his adoptive relations were sacrosanct. As he did Draco, Harry fervently loved every Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Sylvanius. If the young wizard was missing it wasn�t just a team member Harry was going to be searching for, it was a family member.

�Actually, Harry knows already. He was�calm about it. Worried, but calm. That has me on edge. I�ve rarely seen him like this, and the few times I have it has usually ended with mass destruction or death. He left a meeting with the team about six hours ago. The fact that he�s not home yet either means he�s off searching leads without backup, which is bad, or he�s gone to get plastered alone and that, if you�ll recall, is equally as bad.�

They both knew that a drunk Harry was a very dangerous Harry. He had a high tolerance for alcohol, but even so Harry rarely over indulged. It was a remnant of war, always needing to be on high alert with your wits and reflexes sharp. So, when Harry got drunk it meant he did so with abandon, which inevitably led to irrational thoughts and paranoia. A drunk Harry was like one of those Muggle schizophrenics. He saw Death Eaters, betrayal and danger around every corner. Friends and lovers were no exception. He nearly killed one of the Creevey brothers during the war. The night Tonks was killed proved to be too much, and Harry sank into three vintage bottles of Firewhisky before they had even notified Andromeda of her daughter�s death. Creevey, looking to offer a friend some consoling and perhaps a meaningless hand job (it wouldn�t have been the first shared between them) found Harry in the cellar of Grimmauld Place. As the younger man approached, Harry swore Creevey was a Death Eater spy and began a game of light torture in the form of mini Slashing hexes placed all over Creevey�s body. It took Mad-Eye, Bill, Ron, and Hermione to talk Harry down, and even then they had to stun him and force Sobering Solution down his throat before he made sense. Needless to say, Creevey never offered Harry any more hand jobs.
Under normal circumstances Draco would have told Ron that Harry was out getting well-laid. Yet, as if to prove just how not normal the situation was the ward Draco set-up just that morning to alert him to Harry�s return sounded.

�What�s up Draco?�

�Harry�s home.�

�The floating green face of Ron Weasley set into a deep scowl. �I should come through. Seriously, Malfoy. Open the floo for entry.�

�You say that like Harry is going to hurt me or something. Even if he is upset or angry, I can handle it.�

�He � he might� Listen, just open the fucking floo already!�

�Fine, but come through and remain in the study. If I need you I�ll send an elf.� Malfoy flicked his wand at the fireplace to open it for entry and then stomped out of the study in search of Harry.

As soon as Draco opened the door to the study Harry reached a hand forward, latched onto Draco�s forearm and yanked him out into the hall.

�Harry! Wha�� Before Draco could finish his sentence Harry spun him face forward and into the opposite wall, crushing his front into Draco�s back, pining the blond in place. Draco and Harry were about the same height with Draco being about three inches taller. Yet Harry outweighed him by at least two stone of lean muscle.

�Who were you talking to?� Harry asked in a low, hard, silky voice, as he brought both Draco�s hands up over his head to be held in place by Harry�s vice-like grip.

Draco�s mind went into high-speed survival mode. He knew to just play the situation straight. Normal snarky retorts would serve no purpose except to leave them both with severe, but hopefully treatable wounds. Harry was wound tight. Draco could feel the heat and magic radiating off his lover. His anger was palpable.

�Ron.�

�Interesting. What were you and Ron speaking about, Draco?� Harry brought one hand down to wrap around Draco�s waist using his thumb to idly stroke his abdomen through his shirt. The combination of fear and arousal that possessive stroking by Harry induced in Draco was dizzying.

�He was looking for you. He wanted to know if you were home.�

�I am now. Is that a problem for you and Ron, Draco?�
Harry was drunk, angry, and damn it all, jealous. A rarity, truly. Draco could hardly believe it. Harry when sober could watch Draco fuck a Quidditch team and not blink, but drunk he was being covetous of Draco over a fucking floo call. Draco knew the situation could get out of hand very quickly.

�No. Why would it be, Harry?� Draco asked, desperately struggling to keep hold of that famous Malfoy cool under pressure.

�Oh, I don�t know. Perhaps we should ask him. Come out and join us Ronald,� Harry spat towards the study�s open door.

Ron entered the hall, scowl even deeper if possible. Draco, who could barely turn his head to see Ron as Harry had him so firmly pinned, gave a small grunt.

�Harry. You�re hurting me.�

Harry stared at Ron, emerald eyes sparking with barely contained madness, waiting for his friend and Second-in-Command to explain himself. Ron was trying to quickly devise a strategy for extricating Draco and disarming Harry without a skirmish. The information he had could accomplish both. Then again it could send Harry into a bloodthirsty fit. Well, there was nothing for it. He had no real options except the truth.

�Harry, I was looking for you to inform you of a newly acquired piece of information.�

�That would be?� Harry tightened his grip on Draco, who let out a small gasp of pain.

�You�re going to want to release Draco first,� said Ron, widening his stance in case he needed to duck or pounce.

Harry gave his friend an appraising once-over, noting the redhead�s signature battle stance. Even drunk it seemed he could appreciate bravery on the part of another. Harry eased off Draco, who flipped around, brought his arms down to relieve the ache in them from being pinned so hard. He was certain there were bruises.

Ron quickly assessed Draco, and seeing no real injuries, asked him to arrange for a house-elf to bring tea.
Draco nodded and called the elf. All the while Harry just leaned against the wall, lips curled into a smirk reminding Draco all too much of Lucius at his most demented. Once the elf left to gather tea�the special kind from this afternoon Draco specified�the three moved back into the study.
Harry seated himself behind the large mahogany desk, hands planted firmly on the top, and asked, �So what is this information that has you contacting Draco in search of me? An owl simply wouldn�t do I suppose.�
Ron took a deep, cleansing breath as he closed the door to the study. He motioned to Draco to sit on the sofa, and then stood sentinel at the door before delivering the news.
�We�ve found Syl.�

A/N: I know. Ak's coming my way for the cliffhanger. Good thing I've got a thick shield charm to protect me. Hee hee. Tune in soon for the update.
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