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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 6: Three Mistakes

In the mountainous Asia side of northern Turkey, they managed to uncover the main warehouse where all the potions were being made.

It was tucked away on a mountainside that could only be reached by magic. No car or donkey could trek up this mountain. It was the perfect place for illegal activity as it was nearly impossible to reach.

It was more heavily guarded than Gringott’s with two armed wizards standing guard at each entrance, and four wizards standing guard on the roof. The roof had a large bell to ring in the event that any intruders were spotted, coming from a distance.

They used brooms to reach it, casting disillusionment charms on themselves. The landed on the roof first and quickly disarmed the guards without making any noise. Draco used his tried and true gagging charm on all 4 of them. Harry raised his eyebrows at that and shot him a suspicious look, then restrained them with the incarcerouscharm. He had DMLE press portkeys handy on him and used one to transfer them directly into a holding cell at the Ministry of Magic in London.

They did the same to the two guards standing at the entrance.

With the guards out of the way, they realized there was no door to this entrance. It was rather an 8 inch thick steel wall that was warded to vanish only when certain people wished to pass through. Aurors certainly weren’t authorized.

Most of their time was spent bringing down the wards to the steel door, but eventually they broke through. The door vanished, and they walked through to find themselves in a hallway. The long hallway led to an open atrium where all the potions were being brewed in large vats.

They were spotted instantly when they reached the main laboratory, and curses started flying.

Harry used a very powerful version of the immobulis charm which caused everyone to literally freeze. It seemed as if he had stopped time itself. The potion makers stopped mid-stir. The guards froze with their wands in the air, mid-cast.

Show off, Draco thought, but this time, there was a certain fondness for the man as he watched him work. In truth, Draco had always admired Harry as an auror, which is why he liked working with him. He may charge in with a brash recklessness that was going to get him killed one day, to be sure, but his power was unparalleled. His magic had strengthened exponentially in the last ten years or so. Draco was always a little jealous of his abilities, which is why he worked so hard, training endlessly, to keep up with him, but he would never be his equal.

Harry’s raw power was the stuff of legends. No one could match it, and now he’s all mine.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thought and refocused on the laboratory.

After that, it was quick work to apprehend all the criminals and transfer them to the holding cells of the DMLE.

Draco took pity on one of the potioneers. He claimed that he was only doing their bidding because they had threatened to avada kedavara his entire family. He was working for them against his will and feared for his family’s safety while he was to be held in custody. Draco assured him that he would receive a fair trial and promised protection for his family, taking down the information of their location, and offering comfort for him as he was near hysterics. He used a soft but authoritative voice, one that could be trusted. It managed to sooth him. When he calmed down enough, Draco transferred him to a special cell for non-violent criminals.

Harry was watching him the whole time, smiling. When Draco caught his eye, he asked,

“What are you staring at, Potter?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just didn’t take you as such a man of the people,” he said, and his face broke into a large grin.

Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry used the fireplace in the main hall to floo call Shaklebolt to give him an update. Draco heard him say that there were a few loose ends to tie up and that they should both be back in London by tomorrow morning.

“Excellent work Auror Potter. You managed to complete your mission in two days. Wish I had 10 more like you. Tell Auror Malfoy good job as well. See you tomorrow morning,” and he was gone.

It was still only 11am.

“It should only take an hour to locate this man’s family, Potter.”

“I know.”

Draco didn’t ask any more questions, sensing an argument was coming. He was still high on their victory and didn’t want to ruin it.

After finding the potioneer’s family home, they explained the situation to the them and placed a fidelius charm on their home for protection. Then, they headed back to their hotel.

Harry managed to convince Draco to come with him to a seaside city called Izmir and told him to wear a bathing suit.

“I wasn’t planning on sunbathing Potter. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just transfigure something you have. Don’t make this hard Malfoy. We deserve to relax a bit before heading back to work.”

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When they arrived at the beach, it was still only 1pm and the sun was high. Draco was glad he let Harry convince him to come because it was absolutely breathtaking. Draco knew of Izmir from his history books. He remembered that Izmir is a city on Turkey’s Aegean coast originally founded by the Greeks and rebuilt by Alexander the Great, who was, obviously, a wizard. Harry took them to a beach called Ekmeksiz Plaji.

It wasn’t too crowded. The sand was soft underneath his feet and he inhaled the fresh air as he looked out at the crystal clear blue waters. He saw land masses in the distance and short mountainous areas lining the far edges of the beach with houses perched atop.

He sat down on the blanket and saw Potter coming up out of the water, like a dark haired adonis, shaking his hair back to get rid of the water. All eyes were on him as his body glistened in the sun, dripping with salt water. Draco felt his face flush and his heart flutter at the sight and looked away, thankful that he remembered to bring his sunglasses which shielded his eyes from Harry.

He didn’t trust himself at the moment. He couldn’t name his feelings but he felt a gravitational pull towards the marked man today. It felt dangerous.

Harry plopped down next to him and sighed.

“Isn’t it beautiful here?”

Draco gave a small shrug.

“So, what’s it going to take to please to the great Draco Malfoy?”

“Why are you trying to please me in the first place?”

“Guess.”

Placing his left hand behind his head to cradle it, Draco lay flat on his back and looked away. He didn’t speak for a while, choosing instead to soak up the sun. His right hand lay flat on the blanket next to Harry.

He felt Harry slide closer to him abutting his shoulder, but kept his face turned away.

Harry grabbed his hand and held it flat on the blanket. It wasn’t a rough hold, just a gentle clasp of fingers intwining. It was low enough so that no one around them would see.

This act seemed more intimate than even the night before. Draco’s heart started beating wildly out of his chest. Volts of electricity kept shooting through his fingers where they connected. He wondered if it was Harry’s magic doing it. He tried to stay still as long as he could, but after a little while, he moved his hand away from Harry’s gently, lying it across his chest instead.

Hearing Harry sigh next him, he almost felt guilty, but he couldn’t understand why.

Blaise had never held his hand in public. He knew better than that. In the past, he never felt guilty about Blaise because they had established the terms of their relationship early on. It was only recently that things started turning sour, but only because Blaise had forgotten the rules.

It seemed that another discussion was imminent, but Draco did not think it would be necessary for Harry.

He wasn’t planning on fucking Harry again. This was just a one-off, a drunken mistake, never to be repeated, as far as Draco was concerned.

Harry had other ideas.

He jumped to his feet and told Draco to follow him.

He followed Harry towards the sea and they began to walk on the coastline towards the very end of the beach where there was large wall of rocks. They jutted out ten feet into the sea.

When they reached the end, Harry jumped into the water and swam out. Draco called after him but he motioned for him to follow. Not wanting to be outdone, he jumped in.

After a short swim around the rocks, there was a small cave entrance that could only be reached if you swam to it. It was completely hidden from view. When they reached the cave, Harry led them inside to a beautiful hidden waterfall.

It wasn’t a very tall waterfall, only about 15 feet high, but Draco’s eyes widened and Harry noticed.

“Impressed, yet?”

He ran to the waterfall like a teenager and allowed it to cascade over his head before disappearing behind it. It was like magic. Draco got close to inspect and Harry’s hand shot out to pull him through it to the other side.

“ Don’t worry. No one will see.”

And he kissed him.

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By the time Draco got back to his hotel room, he was a jumble of nerves. He felt tingly and unsettled, like he was going to explode out of his skin at any moment.

Harry was crossing every line.

He considered faking sick to skive off dinner with Harry. He didn’t know why he had agreed to it the first place. It was before they went to the beach, but now this whole thing was beginning to feel like a lover’s vacation, and Draco didn’t like it. He just wanted to go home.

A shower would make him feel better.

The shower was always a place where Draco’s thoughts flew freely and sometimes, this was a dangerous thing.

He couldn’t get the image of Harry’s face splattered with his cum out of his head. It kept playing on a loop, on repeat in his mind, like a photograph in the Daily Profit.

It didn’t mean anything though. Of course, it was on his mind; it had just happened this morning. He would forget all about it in a few days...maybe a few months, the most.

The problem with trying to play sick is that Harry knew Draco almost as well as Blaise. He was his partner, after all, and would be able to sense if he was lying. So, it was with apprehension and dread, that he began to dress himself for dinner and meet Harry down in the lobby.

Draco opted for all black tonight, a fitted black button down and black trousers with black shoes. He left two buttons undone, exposing the inner part of his pale clavicles. He looked regal and foreboding. He knew fashion, and undoubtedly, black always looks best on blondes.

Harry was wearing black trousers as well, but a forest green button down that brightened his eyes. He looked good enough to eat.

Harry chose the restaurant. It had a Michelan star and happened to be in the hotel they were staying in. It was a very posh expensive white table cloth sort of place, right up Draco’s alley. Not at all a place Harry would choose for himself, but he insisted. He said he wanted an excuse to use the muggle credit card that he received from the Ministry when he became Head Auror.

“I can pay for my own dinner, Potter,” even though he only had galleons on him.

“Malfoy, it’s a business expense. Don’t worry. Shacklebolt will paying tonight.”

Draco picked the food. Harry did not have the faintest clue what to order.

White wine and oysters to start.

“Okay, let’s talk,” Potter began.

Draco just continued to dress his oyster with vinegar and other toppings before slurping it in his mouth.

“Why don’t we start with Blaise. What’s going on with you two? When did it start?”

Draco sighed. He resented the fact that Harry knew about this. Blaise was his secret, and his alone. He managed to keep it under wraps for 15 years and it just had to be Saint Potter who discovered it.

“There’s nothing going on. He’s my best friend. It started in 7th year at Hogwarts and has been on and off since then. We both agreed to keep it causal. He’s…confused about me, at the moment, that’s all.”

“Wow, that’s a long time. What do you mean by confused?”

He didn’t have an answer.

“Do you mean, he’s madly in love with you? Because that’s obvious to anyone who’s ever seen you together.”

Adjusting his collar, Draco tried to think of something to say to that but couldn’t.

“What about Astoria? Does she know?”

“Sometimes I think she might have a hunch, but she’s never said anything to me.”

“I see. Do you love her?”

“Of course I love her. She’s my wife, the mother of my child.”

“Okay, but are you IN love with her?”

“What’s this all about Potter? Is this the Spanish Inquisition or are we having dinner?”

“I’m just trying to get a feel for you Malfoy. After what happened last night, I…” but he was interrupted by Draco. He could see where this was going and had to put a stop to it immediately.

“NOTHING happened last night Potter. I got drunk and we made a mistake. That’s ALL. It’s never happening again, and I don’t want to discuss it further. Do you understand?”

“What about this morning?”

“Fine, two mistakes.”

“I was hoping we could make it three mistakes, tonight…what do you think?”

The cheeky bastard.Draco couldn’t believe the man sitting across from him. Cocky and conceited, Harry just smiled at him from across the table with that boyishly handsome grin. That smile could melt ice, and he felt his heart soften, but ignored it. Draco needed to regain control.

“Absolutely not. Out of the question.”

“Come on Malfoy, if we’re both going to hell, we may as well make the most of it.”

“No.” Draco looked down, studying his hands.

Harry quickly changed tactics.

“Draco, I don’t think you realize how hurtful you can be. Last night was my first time, in a sense, and you’re acting like it was nothing. You’re starting to make me feel cheap. Did you not enjoy it? Was I not good?”

“I don’t remember. I was drunk. All I have to remind me is a ravaged neck.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night…”

Draco huffed and turned his head away in frustration.

“And I don’t believe that for one second. I know you remember it. Don’t lie to me.”

Thankfully, the food came at just that time. Prime rib for Harry, a 6 oz. fillet mignon for Draco, and sides of roasted cauliflower, gratin potatoes, balsamic green beans and lobster mac and cheese.

It was a lovely meal, but Harry seemed determined to bed Draco, and it ran along like a potent undercurrent the entire evening. It was threatening to pull Draco under.

When they got back to the floor where their rooms were, Harry suddenly became shy, kicking the ground, not knowing what to say.

“Goodnight Potter,” and he went into his room and shut the door, without waiting for Harry to respond.

Leaning against the closed door inside, he let out a long breath. He was finally safe.

He needed to get started on the case from that morning. The reports would take weeks to finish.

Bringing out parchment, quill, and ink, he began to write.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

Knowing who it was, Draco considered not answering. Harry knocked again.

Bracing himself and putting on a mask of indifference, he fixed the short chain on the door on so that it would only open six inches. As long as this door was between them, he would be able to keep his wits about him. He opened it abruptly so that the chain clanked dramatically when it opened.

“What do you want, Potter?” He peeked through the sliver of space, seeing only half of Harry’s face.

“There’s no need to be rude Draco. I left my case file in there last night. I can't do my work without it.”

“Hold on, I’ll get it for you.”

He left the door slightly ajar but still chained, so that it couldn’t be opened all the way, and turned around to look for the file.

As soon as he did, Harry snapped his fingers and the metal chain came undone. He walked inside and shut the door behind him.

“I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“Auror privileges. I’m searching the premises. There’s a prat on the loose,” he walked closer to him.

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious, Potter,” he said, unsmiling, looking for the file. He remembered seeing it on the night stand.

When he finally found it and turned around, Harry was in his immediate space.

He smelled delicious tonight. His scent was burned into his hippocampus and it was like a trigger. It was that musky masculine scent, and he was wearing a cologne tonight that seemed to amplify it. Draco’s mouth watered and he swallowed.

“When are you going to start calling me Harry?” He stroked Draco’s bottom lip with his thumb as he spoke.

“Never.”

Harry smiled and leaned closer. “We can work on that,” and he kissed him.

The file slid to the ground, and papers scattered everywhere on the floor.

All semblance of human thought left Draco’s mind.

He surrendered.

Their movements were less hurried than the night before and more sensual somehow. There was a new tenderness there, but the desperation from the night before was still there. They still clawed and grabbed at each other. Harry stood flush against his body and wrapped his arms around him, moving them all over his back and up his neck as he massaged Draco’s tongue with his own.

They were still fully clothed when Draco felt Harry’s erection jutting against him. He broke the kiss to draw breath, feeling lightheaded, and Harry attacked his neck with loud kisses and began to unbutton his shirt. Draco literally melted into him, powerless.

Soon, they were both undressed and rolling around naked in the sheets kissing passionately. They both struggled to be on top. Eventually, Harry allowed Draco to be on top and rubbed their cocks together with his hands.

Electricity was surging everywhere Harry touched through Draco, as he once again, became an unthinking vessel of pure sensation.

Harry moved his cock downwards and spread his legs wide, rubbing it between his cleft, against his hole. Draco gasped and looked at him. His eyes were only pupils with a thin rim of green surrounding the periphery. He wasn’t talking but the message was clear.

Suddenly, Draco realized that he had to be inside him again. Just one more time, he thought. He felt he might die if he waited any longer.

Grabbing his wand quickly from the night stand, he cast a cleaning, lubrication, and stretching charm. It wasn’t as fun as using his fingers, but Draco couldn’t wait. There was a time and place for drawing out pleasure, but this wasn’t it.

He cast the lubrication charm on his own cock, spreading it around and threw his wand aside. Without hesitating, he thrust inside all the way to the hilt.

They both let out a collective groan. Draco paused there, bracing himself up on his forearms on either side of Harry. He was already close to cumming. He bent down to kiss Harry tenderly as a distraction, swirling his tongue around his mouth, making them both dizzy.

Soon, Harry started making small rocking motions, indicating he was ready for more.

Draco began to move slowly, very slowly at first, shifting his angle to find his prostate, pleased when he felt Harry shudder and groan when he found his mark.

He began thrusting in earnest at a steady pace, hammering his prostate, looking straight into Harry’s eyes. Watching his face as passion flitted across it, and hearing loud moans escape his pink lips, Draco was forced to realize something.

He could watch this face contort in ecstasy, this mouth swollen from their kisses, calling out his name, those eyelashes fluttering, forever.

Harry used his left hand to intertwine their fingers together as Draco moved over him and met his gaze steadily. He used right hand to stroke his own cock. Draco placed a soft kiss on his lips before burying his head in his neck and picking up speed. He started pounding into him harder now.

“Oh Draco, Oh Draco!” and then he felt Harry cumming, squeezing his cock and pushing him over the edge as well.

Draco shut his eyes tight and leaned his head against Harry’s neck as he came deep inside his hole.

When it was over, he gave Harry a deep kiss, and move to lay next to him.

Harry snuggled against his side, purring softly, and put a hand over his chest. Draco put his hand on top of his, and they both fell into a sated sleep.
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