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Magnetism	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The following morning, Harry awoke feeling sated and sticky. His arse throbbed from the pounding Draco had given him the night before, but he loved the sensation. Draco was wrapped around his back, one arm thrown over Harry's chest and one leg tangled with Harry's, his morning wood poking Harry in the bum. Harry didn't want to stir, he loved the feeling of being cuddled and he loved the fact that it was Draco that was doing it. But he needed to piss again, and so he gently lifted Draco's arm and extricated himself from Draco's leg, leaving him lying on his side, his hand searching the bed for the warm body that had been there.

Harry watched Draco open sleepy eyes and smile up at him. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice more gentle than Harry ever imagined it could be.

He looked down at Draco's tussled blond hair and his sleepy face. Harry found the pointed nose and chin that he had despised for so many years charming and beautiful on Draco's face. He answered, lying on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. "I've gotta take a piss and have a shower," he said and then dropped his voice, hating what he had to say next. "And then I'd like you to come to the Ministry of Magic with me to see Zabini about Francis McDougall."

Draco's face paled, showing pink blotches on his cheeks. "No. I'm not setting foot in the Ministry. You'll have to go on your own."

"We'll talk about it when I get out of the shower, yeah?" said Harry as he climbed off Draco's huge bed. He went to use the toilet and sat for a full ten minutes, thinking about all the possible scenarios that might play out during his visit. He felt ill, but knew he had to report what he'd found out.

~*~

Harry sat before Minister Zabini's large oak desk in his office, the police report shrunk and hidden in his jeans pocket. Zabini's black hair was parted to the side and framed his young olive-skinned face attractively. This was the first time Harry had ever been alone with the man, having met him on several occasions before during public ceremonies where they'd shared the stage for making speeches. They had attended Hogwarts together, but Harry never really knew him, since he had been in Slytherin house.

Harry was nervous about what was to happen. Sure, Draco said Zabini already knew about the murder, that he'd been the one to help Draco go into hiding, but now that Hermione and he had unearthed the truth, he wasn't sure Zabini would be able to not put Draco on trial.

"Harry Potter," Zabini said smoothly. "To what do I owe the privilege of your company this morning?"

"Er," Harry said, unsure of where to begin. Even with all of his public speaking practice, he still found the formalities of speaking with public figureheads formidable. "I've been working with Hermione Granger on some police reports of suspicious Muggle deaths and I've discovered that a particular wizard was responsible for one Muggle's murder."

"Very good, Potter," Zabini said, sitting up straighter in his leather wingback chair. "Who is it?"

Harry felt sweat trickle down his spine beneath the Muggle t-shirt he was wearing. He wiped his brow. "It's uh—Draco Malfoy, Minister," he said, voice shaking slightly with nerves.

Zabini didn't move, didn't speak for a full minute. When he did speak, his voice was sharp and cold. "What evidence do you have that Draco Malfoy murdered anybody? Are you sure you're not just taking your Hogwarts grudge against him too far?"

Harry pulled the police report out of his pocket with sweaty palms and enlarged it. He handed it to Zabini. "I know Draco Malfoy is posing as a Muggle novelist under the pen-name, Francis McDougall. I am a big fan of his books and I went to look him up, only to discover that it was Malfoy writing the books. When Hermione and I were working in the Hall of Records on suspicious Muggle deaths, I found this police report with Francis McDougall's name on it."

Zabini looked down at the report and then back up at Harry, black eyes flashing. "Is that all the proof you have?" Zabini asked coldly. "Just because Draco shares a name with this Muggle, doesn't prove he has anything to do with this Muggle's death."

"I know that," Harry said, adjusting the collar of his t-shirt to be more comfortable. "I asked Malfoy about it, and he allowed me to use Legiimency on him in order to prove the murder had been in self-defence." Harry swallowed hard. He really didn't want to get Draco into trouble with the law, but his sense of justice was stronger than his libido.

"Draco let you Legilimise him?" Zabini asked in disbelief. "He never lets anybody fuck with his head, so don't lie to me, Potter. You did it against his will, didn't you?"

"No, I swear I didn't," Harry said, surprised that Zabini had turned the tables on him. "He let me see. I'm staying with him for this week as a repayment of his life debt and he showed me."

Zabini narrowed his eyes shrewdly. "Are you sleeping with him?" Zabini asked. "Tell me the truth." He set the report down on the desk and folded his hands on top of it, waiting for Harry to answer.

Harry realised he hadn't planned this conversation out very well, and was trapped into telling the truth. "Yes, I am. But I don't see how that is of concern to the Ministry."

Zabini unfolded his hands and placed them, palms down on the desk, rising forward on them threateningly. "It is of concern to me," he said. "I don't want you to see Draco any more. Do you understand? A homosexual relationship is not conducive to his return to wizarding society, even if it is with the Golden Boy. Draco is betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, and if he has any shred of decency left in him, he will marry her this year and produce an heir for his mother. She is concerned about him as am I, and you have no business blackmailing him into sleeping with you as a payment for a life debt."

"Pardon me, Minister, but what goes on between Draco and me is of our concern only," Harry insisted. "He has made it plain to me that he has no plans or desire to return to wizarding society, so I suggest you let him make his decisions for himself. I'm here about the murder. It was in self-defence, but it was also premeditated and he should stand trial for it, according to the law."

Zabini sat back in his chair, a wry smile gracing his lips. "You are a real piece of work, Potter. You want to turn your lover in for murder and see him locked up in Azkaban. It makes no sense." He picked up the police report and held it, dangling between two fingers. "And here's what I think of this report." He pointed his wand at it. "Incendio." The paper burst into flame and was a long ash in the blink of an eye. "It never happened. Stay away from Draco and let him live his life in peace; you are dismissed."

Zabini placed his hand on a small crystal ball that sat on the corner of the desk. He spoke into it. "Will you please escort Mr. Potter from the Ministry?" His voice was back to its original suave tone. Two large wizards dressed in blue robes entered the room. "Good day, Mr. Potter," Zabini said smugly, and Harry allowed himself to be led to the Atrium, where he used the Apparation point to return to Draco's house.

He was amazed by what he'd just witnessed, but relieved that Draco would not have to stand trial. He had done his job and Draco was not punished; it couldn't have gone better in that respect. Harry had no intention of leaving Draco though, until his week was out, and he still had five days left.

~*~

Draco sat at his laptop, typing up a sex scene for his new novel while he waited for Harry to return with his judgment. He was ninety percent sure that Blaise would cover for him, but there was still a risk that he'd have to return to the wizarding world and stand trial. The prospect terrified him. He re-read the last passage, having hit a block, and tried to imagine what should come next.

Rhys cried out as he plunged into Zeke's tight warmth, spilling into his body with a shout, experiencing such fucking hot feelings of relief and satisfaction that he saw stars blink behind his eyelids. Zeke panted as Rhys pulled out quickly and he felt himself being flipped over onto his back, his cock taken into a hot, sucking mouth.

Rhys inserted two fingers, pumping them into Zeke's wet and loosened hole, caressing the tight bundle of nerves, stimulating them with each push. He suckled the head of Zeke's cock at the same time, running his tongue beneath the ridge and flattening it with his tongue.

Zeke pushed himself in all the way, feeling alive and whole as he came down Rhys' throat with a loud groan.

It definitely needed work, but Draco found it hard to concentrate. He poured himself another splash of Firewhiskey and lit a cigarette. He let the smoke escape his mouth in blue curling tendrils. He watched them until they faded into a cloud, and then repeated the process with another drag. He scratched at the fine trail of hair that led from his navel to his pyjama bottoms and then adjusted himself. It was hard not to be turned on by writing homoerotica, and he wished Harry would hurry up and get home, not so he could find out what happened as far as the murder charges were concerned, but so they could fuck. He decided that if he was stuck with Potter for the next five days, he'd at least get a lot of hot sex out of the deal.

He stamped his fag out in the ashtray and cracked his knuckles, getting ready to write some more, when the doorbell rang. He picked up his whiskey and downed it, before getting up to answer the door. He figured it must be the post.

Once the door was opened, he found himself face to face with the angry brown eyes of Hermione Granger glowering at him from behind the screen.

"What do you want, Granger?" Draco asked icily.

Hermione's expression morphed into shock. "Malfoy?" she said. "You're Francis McDougall?" She shook her head in disbelief, growing hysterical. "Harry is sleeping with you? This is impossible!"

"Calm down, Granger," Draco said snappishly. "You're attracting the attention of the neighbours."

Hermione started hyperventilating, forcing Draco to open the screen and escort her into his house. He guided her to the puffy white leather sofa and pushed her down on it. "Put your head between your knees and breathe," he instructed angrily. "Potter will be back soon and then you can talk to him." Draco looked down at Hermione distastefully, as she was making a spectacle of herself. He'd never seen Granger lose it like this before. "If you'll excuse me, I have some writing to do."

He turned on his heel and passed the wooden built-in room dividers on his way back to his laptop, leaving Hermione on the sofa trying to calm her breathing as tears poured down her face. She looked around the room at all of Draco's nude male decorations and began to hyperventilate once more.

~*~

Rhys rose above Zeke's body and lay atop him, pulling him into a loving, yet forceful embrace, latching onto his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise.

Zeke lifted his hands to Rhys' chest, gently pushing him off onto his side, curling around his back and tracing the taut brown nipples of his chest, pinching and circling them with his long, paint stained fingers.

Draco stopped typing when Harry came in through the front door. He looked up as Harry came into the dining room. "Well—" Harry began.

"Potter, you have a visitor," said Draco. He reached for his cigarettes and shook one out of the pack. He lit up and blew the smoke, then pointed to the lounge. Harry turned around.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione jumped to her feet angrily, walked over to Harry and slapped him across the face. "I might ask you the same thing, Harry James Potter!" she shrieked.

"Get out, both of you," said Draco, calmly smoking his cigarette. "Use my Floo and take this lovers' spat to your house; I'm trying to write."

"I cannot believe you are staying here with him!" Hermione shouted. "Couldn't it have been anybody else?" Hermione broke down into tears again, and buried her head against Harry's chest. Harry brought his arms up to circle her back.

"Come on, 'Mione," Harry said, looking at Draco over Hermione's head. "Let's go to my place and we'll talk, yeah?"

Hermione sniffled and Harry led her to the fireplace.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief after they had Flooed away. He chuckled to himself. It was so obvious that Granger had it bad for Potter, but Potter preferred his cock to her. He smirked, feeling like he'd won, and then realised he was thinking about Harry as a prize. He smashed his cigarette into the tray and got up to fetch a beer from the fridge. He didn't want to think about his revelation, he'd much rather be drunk.

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