Title: Malicious Intent – Part 21 [FINAL chapter]
Author:
sesheta_66
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 5.2K
Rating: NC-17
Warning: none
Summary: Harry’s world is upended when he’s asked to investigate a break-in and threats levied at Draco Malfoy. He’s never told anyone about their short-lived but intense relationship, and now, five years after it ended, doesn’t seem the time. He’s a professional, so he will investigate, find and arrest the culprit, and get on with his life. What else can he do?
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[Malicious Intent – Part 21]
Malicious Intent – Part 21
Ron knocked on his door in the morning, Quibbler in hand. "Got a minute?"
"Sure."
Ron sat down and looked at Harry. "I thought you hated the press. And now you go and do this? Sorry, but what were you thinking, mate?"
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked him in the eye. "I was thinking that I would take control of the narrative. Get it all out there, consequences be damned. Basically telling anyone to give me their best shot."
Ron shook his head, clearly thinking Harry was daft. And maybe he was. But now no one, including Ron and Ginny, had any say over the situation. Nothing to keep secret. Nothing to threaten Draco with.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck, eyes on the ground. "I reckon you've been through worse."
Harry laughed. "A bit, yeah."
"But you know the rest of the media isn't going to be as nice now the story's out."
Harry shrugged. "Don't much care, if I'm being honest."
Ron's eyes widened briefly, but then he nodded. Stared at the paper in silence for a few moments. "All that shit about Lucius? He's one fucked up roll model." Ron picked at some unseen lint on his trousers. "Explains a lot."
Harry didn't bother pointing out that he'd told Ron all of this before. Recently, in fact. Perhaps it only registered when he saw it in print. "That he is. And that's not even the half of it."
"What do you mean?"
"There's stuff I discovered while working on the case. Stuff Draco didn't want to pursue and that didn't make it into the case file."
"Like what?"
"Lucius had placed bugs in Draco's flat. When his son no longer subscribed to his distorted views, he took it upon himself to monitor his grown son, invading the privacy of his home."
Ron's mouth fell open. "Fucking hell, Harry. That's twisted."
"There's more, but it's not for me to tell." Draco wouldn't thank him for telling Ron about the blood and about how Lucius had bragged to his Death Eater pals that he had his family under his control. "Just know that Lucius is damn lucky Draco is not pressing charges. Whether he'll ever speak to the man again is anyone's guess."
Ron looked like he was debating whether or not to say something else to Harry. Eventually, he said, "He dropped by to talk to me the other day."
"Draco did?"
"Yeah. Shortly after we arrested Rowle. He wanted to talk to me in private."
That caught Harry off guard. "Oh, yeah? And how did that go?"
Ron hesitated, then looked around the room. He got up and took a Pensieve from the cabinet and brought it to Harry's desk. "Easier if I show you." Harry watched as he withdrew a silver strand and deposited it into the basin. "Go on, have a look."
Curious what the hell Draco might have wanted to talk to Ron about, Harry nodded and entered the memory.
He watched as Draco approached Ron's desk. "Weasley, might I have a word?"
Ron looked up at Malfoy. "I've got nothing to say to you."
"Well, I have something to say to you. About Harry. Is there somewhere private we can speak? I'll be brief."
Ron hesitated, clearly weighing his dislike for the man against his curiosity. Then he stood up and said, "Fine. We can go into a conference room. I'll give you five minutes."
They went into the room and Ron closed the door. Draco took a seat but Ron remained standing with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the door – power position. "Time's ticking, Malfoy."
"First, I didn’t get the chance to properly thank you for helping to save my mother. Me too, I suppose, but mainly my mother. I know you probably would have been happy to see us dead and gone, but ... well, I appreciate it. And I won’t forget it."
"It’s my job, Malfoy. I don’t just let people die if I can help it."
"I know, but ... well. I never expected you, of all people ... and I wouldn’t have been surprised ..."
"Look, I may not like you – no surprise there – and I likely never will. We’ve got a lot of history, but I don’t want you or your mother dead." Draco raised a brow. "Your father, sure, I won’t deny it and I won’t apologise for it. And before you lose a nut, I wouldn’t do anything to make it happen. But I wouldn’t be sorry to see him in the ground."
Draco cringed, but nodded. "You’re not alone in that."
Ron chuckled. "No, I imagine I’m not. Anyway, if that’s all, I’ve got other cases to be getting on with."
"No, it’s not. Like I said, I wanted to talk to you about Harry. Specifically your friendship with him."
Ron’s face reddened. "I have nothing to say to you about Harry."
Draco shrugged. "That’s fine, but I have something to say to you."
"Yeah, well, I don’t have to listen." He pushed himself away from the door and turned around. "We’re done here."
As he reached for the door handle, Draco said, "You know I would have thought your friendship meant more to you."
Ron lowered his now shaking hand. "Don’t you dare," he said, his voice low and menacing as he turned to face Draco. "Don’t you dare presume to know a damn thing about me or my friendship with Harry, you ferrety little git."
Draco raised his nose haughtily and stared down it at Harry’s best friend. "Oh, I know enough, Weasley. Enough to know that Harry’s hurting right now. Hurting more than you know."
"Oh, and you know this how?"
Draco didn't answer, but continued. "You do realise that he had no one – no one – that he could trust until he was eleven years old, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And that the one person who was most like a father figure for him – he looked out for him, made sure he felt safe, invoked ancient protections – was Dumbledore."
"Yeah, what of it?"
"And, in the end, Dumbledore’s betrayal gutted him, right?"
"Yes, and I told Harry that." He pointed at his chest. "I did that. He was willing to forgive the old coot all his stupid eccentricities because he was saving the world and all that shit. But I told him that he deserved to know the truth. He deserved to have time to weigh his options, figure out what he was going to do. Not get it all dropped on him in the middle of a war – in the middle of a battle, as he watched people dying all around him." Ron was getting worked up now, his ears red and his neck getting there. "He couldn’t make a rational choice. Of course he went to Voldemort to die. Because that was what he was meant to do. What that man who claimed to care about him had set him up to do. Had planned all along."
"But he came back," Draco said.
"Yeah. And Harry figured Dumbledore knew that he would." Ron walked over to the table and sat down. "But how could he have known? He didn’t. It was all a crap shoot and if it hadn’t worked out, Harry would have been a necessary sacrifice."
"And yet, to a lesser extent, you did the same thing to him," Draco said. "Do you not see that?"
Ron banged his hand on the table. "I didn’t risk Harry’s life. I tried to save him from a huge mistake!"
"Me."
"Yeah, you. He deserves better than you."
"I’m aware." Ron’s eyes bugged out. "Don’t look so surprised. I’ve told Harry as much on more than one occasion. But that’s not the point."
"That’s exactly the point!"
"No, it’s not. You took the decision out of his hands. That’s the point. You made a decision for him. Without letting him know what you were doing. All for the ‘greater good’ of keeping him away from me."
"You’re twisting things around."
"Am I? I don’t think so. And Harry doesn’t think so either. You see, he trusted only two people with his past. Gave only two people the knowledge of his vulnerability, his pain." He put his hands down on the table and faced Ron head-on. "The whole world sees this pillar of strength, this man who stood up to Voldemort, to Death Eaters, to everyone in order to save the wizarding world. Against all odds, this kid saved us all and fucking died in order to do it. And he continues to save people, day in and day out, seemingly fearlessly, as an Auror. The public has heard all about how he continues to fight the wrongs, even inside the Ministry itself, to see that another Voldemort can never again gain power. He’s a hero among heroes and the strongest wizard alive today, if all the hype is to be believed."
"Yeah, yeah. And your point?"
"My point is that this man who couldn’t be broken, not even by death itself, trusted you and your wife with the knowledge that many would kill for. He handed you the ability to break him. To cut him to the core. And you, Weasley, obliged, didn’t you?"
"What the fuck are you on about?"
He told just two people, Weasley, you and Granger."
"And, apparently, you too."
"I didn’t know until recently. But again, not the point. He trusted you and then you went and did the same thing." He raised a hand to stop Ron’s argument. "To a much lesser extent, but it was the same thing. You went behind his back, hid from him what you were doing, and manipulated the situation to work out the way you, not Harry, wanted things to go. And you kept all that from him for five years."
"You make it sound worse than it is."
"I make it sound exactly how it is. And how Harry sees it. He sees you as someone he trusted, with his deepest secrets. And then you did the same thing to him as everyone else who should have cared about him, claimed to care about him, or was responsible for him, had done. That’s why he’s so angry. Because more than angry, he’s hurt."
"I—"
"Look, I don’t like you, Weasel. And you hate me. But Harry does like you. You’re his best friend. You’re like a brother to him. He’s hurting right now and I can’t stand to see that. You do whatever you like; I’m sure as hell not going to stop you. But he deserves better than this. You owe him better than this."
"Are the two of you ...?"
"No, Weasel. We are not. He’s been working my case and that’s all."
He looked dubiously at Draco. "That’s all?"
"Well, no. That’s not all." He crossed his arms over his chest. "We’ve talked. Rather a lot, actually, but that’s all. Like I said, he’s been working my case, so we’ve spent time together. I finally told him what happened and we’ve been able to talk. But rest assured, I know he deserves better than me. Just like he deserves better than you."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and just nodded his head.
Draco got up, walked to the door and opened it. He turned back to face Ron. "You know, Harry has this wealth of compassion in him. Just look at what he’s forgiven me for." Ron’s head shot up and the hope in his eyes couldn’t be missed. Draco dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I nearly killed his best friend when we were in school." And he turned around and walked through the door.</i>
Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he exited the Pensieve. When Ron caught his eye, he laughed too. "He’s something, that one," Ron said.
"That he is," Harry agreed.
Ron didn't seem to be in a rush to leave, but also not in a rush to speak. Harry let him process whatever he needed to process, not saying anything more. After some time, Ron said, "I'm sorry, Harry. Really sorry." Harry raised his brows – he really wished he could master the single-brow lift – and waited. "You tried to tell me before, about how Draco didn't really have a choice when it came down to the things he did. I was just so mad, and so upset that you took his side." Harry opened his mouth but Ron held up a hand. "Not excusing myself, just explaining." He looked at the Quibbler on the desk. "I see now that he was between a rock and a hard place. I won't pretend that I'll forget what happened back in school, but I'll do my best to get past it."
"I hope so."
"And I – we – never should have done what we did. We thought it was to protect you, but you're right. Malfoy's right. We shouldn't have gone behind your back. Shouldn't have betrayed your trust. I hope, someday, I can earn it back."
Harry wasn't convinced he meant what he said, but he did sound sincere. "I guess time will tell." Ron nodded. "Like you, I won't forget, but ..." He left the rest unspoken. He didn't know what the future would bring. He only knew that it would take a lot of time, and who knew what else, for him to get past such a betrayal.
"So ... are you and Malfoy?"
Harry sat forward and glared at Ron. "I don't think that's any of your business, now is it?"
Ron shook his head. "No, I suppose it's not."
"And if we were?"
"I ... I wouldn't say or do anything to interfere. I give you my word."
Well that was something.
***
When the forensics team had finished with scanning and cataloguing the items, and with the case not being pursued in court, they asked where they should send Draco's recovered stolen property. Harry said to leave it with him and he would return the items to Draco. He ignored the look he got in return.
Still in possession of the coin, Harry sent a note to Draco, not knowing if he'd get a response. Have your things, recovered from Rowle's place. When can I drop them off?
The reply came a couple of minutes later. I'll be home in half an hour.
See you then.
When he arrived, Harry held up the bag. "With statements received, events recorded, and no court case scheduled anytime soon, the Ministry has no need to hold onto your things anymore."
"So you thought you’d bring them back personally? You didn’t have to do that."
"I know. But I wanted to check in on you. Make sure the wards are still holding."
Draco's eyes swept the flat, as though he could see the wards. "You’re not going to take them down?"
Harry shrugged. "Not unless you want me to. I can remove the notification if you’d rather be alerted yourself instead of having it come to me."
"Probably best. I mean ... you’re off the case now, so there’s no need for you to be on alert."
"I suppose. But I don’t mind."
"Always the hero."
Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco leaned back against his kitchen counter, arms across his chest. "Why did you do it? Go to the papers."
Ah. So he'd read it. Harry couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Are you upset?"
He frowned. "Not for myself – they can't say anything worse than they've said about me or my family already, but you, Harry, you've got everything to lose."
"Did I mention I got promoted?"
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Yeah, Deputy Head Auror. Says so in the article."
"And then you went public about us?"
"Robards had been talking about it for months before I was assigned your case. And I did tell him I was going to the papers before I did. He said it was entirely my decision."
"You're shitting me."
"I am not."
"Well, I'll be damned." He gave Harry a once-over. "They really do like you, don't they?"
Harry laughed, spread his arms, and took a small bow. "What's not to like?"
Draco's eyes glazed over slightly. "But why risk it? Why risk your career, your future, to talk about something that's over? That can never be?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't much like people threatening me. Or lording something over me, with the possibility of exposure looming – if I do this they won't tell, or if I don't do that they will tell. This takes power out of their hands. No one has anything to hold over me. If the media wants to make a big deal out of it, let them. If they expect me to cower as a result, then they don't know me, do they? And if the Ministry wants to fire me, have at it. I'll get work, find something else to do. It's not like I'll have trouble getting another job. Besides, as someone keeps reminding me, I do have money."
Draco stared at him. "So this wasn't some sort of attempt at pushing me to do something?"
"What? No." He considered Draco and tried to imagine what he was thinking. "I didn't get placed in Slytherin. I don't think twenty steps ahead of every decision I make. I was feeling like power had been taken away from me. That my life was being controlled by others, if not directly, then by the implication that if I didn't do what was expected of me, something bad would befall me. And frankly, I'm sick of other people pulling my strings."
Draco nodded. "I can appreciate that."
"I'll remind you that I've been manipulated and controlled my whole life. I'll be damned if I become a willing participant. So whatever."
Draco raised a brow. "So you had no ulterior motive?"
Harry snorted. "Of course I did. If I take away everyone's power over me, then there's no reason for you to fear what might happen to me. But did I expect that to change things? Not really. Hoped? Absolutely. But you're gonna do what you're gonna do. This is me. Either way. I've told you how I feel. That hasn't changed. You do what you feel is best for you and I'll respect that."
"You're serious."
Harry thought about that. Would he really be able to accept Draco's decision? In the end, he didn't want to control Draco's choices any more than he wanted his own controlled, so yes, he would. "I am."
"I don't know what to say."
"That's fair. I'm not pretending I'll wait indefinitely for you, because I'm not a masochist. I'm not willing to be manipulated by Ginny or Ron or the media or the Ministry, and I won't hang around forever waiting for you to make a decision. You made it clear how you felt, what decision you made. If you change your mind, I'm here now. You know how I feel, so the ball is in your court."
They stood there, awkwardly silent, for some time, before Harry lifted the bag once more. "Anyway, here are your things. If you could sign for them, I'll be on my way."
"Harry –"
"Oh, and to be completely above board, your mother paid me a visit." Draco's eyes widened. "I don't want to keep anything from you. She was concerned that you might not be doing so well and she was fishing for information about us. Even said you missed me."
"She what?"
"She was being your mother. She loves you and wants what's best for you. She saw – as you told me yourself – the effect we have on each other. She wondered how we'd left things, and I told her that was a conversation she'd need to have with you. Then she asked how we'd ended up together after such a tumultuous start in school. So I told her. The abridged version, obviously."
"You did?"
Harry nodded. "I also told her that I was thinking about going to the paper, asked her if she thought you'd be upset. She said not if I didn't say anything that could hurt your reputation. I said I'd never do that. When she prodded, again, for more information, I told her that she'd have to talk to you about anything else." Draco gaped at him. "I take it she didn't mention that?"
He shook his head. "No, she did not."
Harry handed him the paper and he signed for his things. "Well, there you have it. She came to me, I told her the truth – not all of it, obviously – and she left."
"I see."
Harry put the signed paper in his pocket. "Okay, I'll see you later ... or not." He took out his wand but before he could Apparate, Draco grabbed his arm.
"Don't."
Harry could feel the heat of Draco's skin through his shirt. "Don't what?"
"Don't leave."
Could he dare hope? "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying stay. Please. I want you to stay."
Harry very much wanted to stay. "Are you sure?"
"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my life."
"Okay then." No sooner had he put his wand back in its sheath than Draco grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
It wasn't gentle, like their last kiss. There was nothing soft, hesitant or sweet about it. It was all fire and passion. Draco walked Harry backwards until his back hit the wall and he pressed the entire length of his body against Harry's. His tongue pummelled Harry's mouth, holding nothing back. His hands moved over Harry's body, making short work of divesting him of every piece of clothing he was wearing, and Harry was more than willing to let him take the lead. When his trousers proved resistant, Draco took out his wand and vanished them along with all his own clothing.
"Impressive," Harry said. His cock agreed.
"Fucking hell, Harry, I've wanted to do this for five years."
"Same."
Draco dropped to his knees, looked up at Harry and licked his lips. When Harry nodded, Draco grabbed his cock and angled it towards his mouth. That was hands down the hottest thing Harry had ever seen. Draco darted his tongue out, swirled it around the head, then flicked it over the slit. Harry nearly collapsed, but Draco pressed his arms against Harry's thighs, holding them against the wall and keeping him upright. Then he engulfed Harry's length in his mouth and moaned.
"Oh my god!" Harry cried out. He didn't last long; a dozen strokes and he was spilling down Draco's throat. Apparently a five-year build-up doesn't help with stamina.
Draco grinned around his mouthful and kept licking and sucking until Harry grabbed him by the hair. "Too much. Too much."
Satisfied, Draco wiped his mouth, stood up, and kissed Harry again for all he was worth.
Harry grabbed Draco's legs just under his arse and hauled him up, carrying him into the bedroom and throwing him down on the bed. He climbed up his body, resting his own atop Draco's and kissed him. "Missed you." He nibbled his way from mouth to jaw, then licked a path down to one nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Draco bucked up. Harry grinned, knowing full well the reaction he would get. He made his way to Draco's other nipple, then slowly licked and kissed a pattern across scars from another lifetime, down to his navel, pressing his tongue inside in a promise of things to come.
When Draco's hips lifted off the bed, Harry held them still and licked a trail along his length, from base to tip, and back down again, then took a moment to breathe in the musky scent. He kissed his way back up, teasing with his teeth ever so gently, eliciting the most tantalising groans from Draco before he took mercy on him and wrapped his lips around the head and sucked.
"Fuck!" Draco said, his back arched and hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Harry chuckled. "All in good time." He drew Draco's full length into his mouth, savouring that salty, bitter flavour he'd been longing for. "Missed this. So much." It was true. His entire body was on fire, desperate to be closer, to be one with this man. "It's been too long."
"Less talking, more –"
Harry shut him up by swallowing around his cock and pressing a finger to his opening. Releasing Draco for a moment and earning an exasperated sigh for his troubles, he mumbled a spell and lube filled his hand. He circled and then inserted first one, then two fingers, slowly. He was so tight that Harry groaned with anticipation. He couldn't wait to feel that pressure, that heat around his own erection, but that would have to wait. For now, he pressed his fingers in, twisted and scissored them, loosening him up, while Draco writhed shamelessly beneath him. Then Draco grabbed his own length and started tugging. Harry swatted his hand away. "Let me." And he wrapped his free hand around Draco's cock and took the head into his mouth once more, tongue and lips stroking Draco's length in time with his fist.
Fingers up his arse and cock pummelling Harry's mouth, Draco bucked and cried out. "Harry!" before emptying himself down Harry's throat. Harry teased a bit more with his fingers before drawing back reluctantly. It had been so long and he wanted this man so badly, but he needed a bit of time to recover.
As they cooled off, Draco's one leg now draped over Harry's and head on Harry's shoulder, he said, "For a shining example of a hero, you really don't play fair."
Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair, something he hadn't thought he'd ever get to do again. "Never said I'd play fair." He kissed Draco's forehead. "But how do you mean?"
He lifted himself up and straddled Harry. "Oh, come on! First you can't stop yourself from taking my case, coming here when I'm all vulnerable." He rocked his hips forward and Harry's cock woke up once more. "Then you dig around in my stuff and find the dragon." He tweaked one of Harry's nipples and Harry's hips lifted. Draco smirked. "Then you get me drunk and drag a confession out of me."
Harry wanted to argue his points, but Draco shoved two fingers into his mouth and Harry began sucking on them, eliciting a delicious twitch of Draco's cock against his own. Harry wandlessly conjured up some lube and reached around behind Draco.
"And then you kiss me like your fucking life depended on it, knowing what that tongue of yours does to me. And then!" Harry slipped one finger into Draco, just a tease. He pulled his fingers from Harry's mouth and dropped down, hands either side of Harry's head, his face mere inches above Harry's and gazed deeply into Harry's eyes. When he continued, his voice was barely a whisper. "Then you tell me you love me." He pressed back and Harry's finger slid further in. He closed his eyes and leaned back, drawing Harry's finger all the way in. "More."
Harry pressed a second finger in alongside the first, then a third. Draco rode his fingers for a few moments before pulling forward once more and kissing Harry for all he was worth. He bit Harry's lower lip as he drew back. "Need you now."
Harry conjured more lube, slathered his length with it, too desperate to care about the mess he was making, and lined himself up. As he tried to gently breach that tight opening, Draco looked directly at him. "I love you too." And then he sat back and lowered himself, inch by inch, taking in as much of Harry as he could, and Harry stopped thinking altogether.
Draco rode him with abandon and Harry did his best to keep up his manic pace. He watched, in awe, as the man he loved dropped all barriers, threw his head back and lost himself entirely in the moment. Harry grasped him and after a few strokes, Draco erupted, covering both their stomachs, his channel pulsing around Harry's length until he, too, fell over the edge.
With a wave of his hand, Harry cleaned up the mess and Draco curled in next to him. A while later, as their breathing slowed, Draco said, "What are you smirking at?"
Harry put one arm behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "I was just amused by your rewriting of events there."
He put a cold foot on Harry's leg and snuggled in some more. "I did no such thing."
"Let's see ... First, I was assigned the case, I didn't ask for it. I agreed to take it because I didn't trust anyone else to treat you fairly. Second, I didn't dig around your stuff, I was helping you to clean up and the dragon was there. Third, I didn't get you drunk; I found you that way after you held onto the coin and signalled me. And when I got here, I tried to stop you talking, and left as soon as I could."
"Whatever. But you did use that tongue of yours."
Harry chuckled, then leaned in for a long, lazy kiss. "Mm. That I did."
"See? Not fair. And then, after all this time, you tell me you love me. How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?"
"It's true."
"And then you left me!"
"I did. Because you said it was over."
"Since when do you listen to me?"
Remembering what Draco had said about when he'd left, Harry added, "You let me go."
"I'll never let you go again." Harry brushed Draco's hair off his face and looked into his eyes. "Never."
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco. "Good."
After spending most of the weekend at Draco's, a large portion of it in bed, Harry said on Sunday night, "I have to go home. I have work in the morning."
Draco released a long-suffering sigh. "Me too. Meet up for dinner?"
"Sure; I'll message you near the end of the day."
"Sounds good."
They shared one last lingering kiss goodnight and it was all Harry could do to pry himself from Draco's grip. "I'll see you tomorrow." The pout on Draco's face would get him through the night. "I just need to grab my jacket from your room. Be right back."
Harry grabbed his jacket, then on a whim raised his hand towards the dresser and a drawer opened. A familiar looking dragon figurine flew into his hand and before leaving, he put it right in the centre of the bed.
He went out to the sitting room and gave Draco a kiss goodbye. "You know, maybe we should take another trip to Wales sometime."
~ FIN ~
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 5.2K
Rating: NC-17
Warning: none
Summary: Harry’s world is upended when he’s asked to investigate a break-in and threats levied at Draco Malfoy. He’s never told anyone about their short-lived but intense relationship, and now, five years after it ended, doesn’t seem the time. He’s a professional, so he will investigate, find and arrest the culprit, and get on with his life. What else can he do?
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[Malicious Intent – Part 21]
Ron knocked on his door in the morning, Quibbler in hand. "Got a minute?"
"Sure."
Ron sat down and looked at Harry. "I thought you hated the press. And now you go and do this? Sorry, but what were you thinking, mate?"
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked him in the eye. "I was thinking that I would take control of the narrative. Get it all out there, consequences be damned. Basically telling anyone to give me their best shot."
Ron shook his head, clearly thinking Harry was daft. And maybe he was. But now no one, including Ron and Ginny, had any say over the situation. Nothing to keep secret. Nothing to threaten Draco with.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck, eyes on the ground. "I reckon you've been through worse."
Harry laughed. "A bit, yeah."
"But you know the rest of the media isn't going to be as nice now the story's out."
Harry shrugged. "Don't much care, if I'm being honest."
Ron's eyes widened briefly, but then he nodded. Stared at the paper in silence for a few moments. "All that shit about Lucius? He's one fucked up roll model." Ron picked at some unseen lint on his trousers. "Explains a lot."
Harry didn't bother pointing out that he'd told Ron all of this before. Recently, in fact. Perhaps it only registered when he saw it in print. "That he is. And that's not even the half of it."
"What do you mean?"
"There's stuff I discovered while working on the case. Stuff Draco didn't want to pursue and that didn't make it into the case file."
"Like what?"
"Lucius had placed bugs in Draco's flat. When his son no longer subscribed to his distorted views, he took it upon himself to monitor his grown son, invading the privacy of his home."
Ron's mouth fell open. "Fucking hell, Harry. That's twisted."
"There's more, but it's not for me to tell." Draco wouldn't thank him for telling Ron about the blood and about how Lucius had bragged to his Death Eater pals that he had his family under his control. "Just know that Lucius is damn lucky Draco is not pressing charges. Whether he'll ever speak to the man again is anyone's guess."
Ron looked like he was debating whether or not to say something else to Harry. Eventually, he said, "He dropped by to talk to me the other day."
"Draco did?"
"Yeah. Shortly after we arrested Rowle. He wanted to talk to me in private."
That caught Harry off guard. "Oh, yeah? And how did that go?"
Ron hesitated, then looked around the room. He got up and took a Pensieve from the cabinet and brought it to Harry's desk. "Easier if I show you." Harry watched as he withdrew a silver strand and deposited it into the basin. "Go on, have a look."
Curious what the hell Draco might have wanted to talk to Ron about, Harry nodded and entered the memory.
He watched as Draco approached Ron's desk. "Weasley, might I have a word?"
Ron looked up at Malfoy. "I've got nothing to say to you."
"Well, I have something to say to you. About Harry. Is there somewhere private we can speak? I'll be brief."
Ron hesitated, clearly weighing his dislike for the man against his curiosity. Then he stood up and said, "Fine. We can go into a conference room. I'll give you five minutes."
They went into the room and Ron closed the door. Draco took a seat but Ron remained standing with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the door – power position. "Time's ticking, Malfoy."
"First, I didn’t get the chance to properly thank you for helping to save my mother. Me too, I suppose, but mainly my mother. I know you probably would have been happy to see us dead and gone, but ... well, I appreciate it. And I won’t forget it."
"It’s my job, Malfoy. I don’t just let people die if I can help it."
"I know, but ... well. I never expected you, of all people ... and I wouldn’t have been surprised ..."
"Look, I may not like you – no surprise there – and I likely never will. We’ve got a lot of history, but I don’t want you or your mother dead." Draco raised a brow. "Your father, sure, I won’t deny it and I won’t apologise for it. And before you lose a nut, I wouldn’t do anything to make it happen. But I wouldn’t be sorry to see him in the ground."
Draco cringed, but nodded. "You’re not alone in that."
Ron chuckled. "No, I imagine I’m not. Anyway, if that’s all, I’ve got other cases to be getting on with."
"No, it’s not. Like I said, I wanted to talk to you about Harry. Specifically your friendship with him."
Ron’s face reddened. "I have nothing to say to you about Harry."
Draco shrugged. "That’s fine, but I have something to say to you."
"Yeah, well, I don’t have to listen." He pushed himself away from the door and turned around. "We’re done here."
As he reached for the door handle, Draco said, "You know I would have thought your friendship meant more to you."
Ron lowered his now shaking hand. "Don’t you dare," he said, his voice low and menacing as he turned to face Draco. "Don’t you dare presume to know a damn thing about me or my friendship with Harry, you ferrety little git."
Draco raised his nose haughtily and stared down it at Harry’s best friend. "Oh, I know enough, Weasley. Enough to know that Harry’s hurting right now. Hurting more than you know."
"Oh, and you know this how?"
Draco didn't answer, but continued. "You do realise that he had no one – no one – that he could trust until he was eleven years old, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And that the one person who was most like a father figure for him – he looked out for him, made sure he felt safe, invoked ancient protections – was Dumbledore."
"Yeah, what of it?"
"And, in the end, Dumbledore’s betrayal gutted him, right?"
"Yes, and I told Harry that." He pointed at his chest. "I did that. He was willing to forgive the old coot all his stupid eccentricities because he was saving the world and all that shit. But I told him that he deserved to know the truth. He deserved to have time to weigh his options, figure out what he was going to do. Not get it all dropped on him in the middle of a war – in the middle of a battle, as he watched people dying all around him." Ron was getting worked up now, his ears red and his neck getting there. "He couldn’t make a rational choice. Of course he went to Voldemort to die. Because that was what he was meant to do. What that man who claimed to care about him had set him up to do. Had planned all along."
"But he came back," Draco said.
"Yeah. And Harry figured Dumbledore knew that he would." Ron walked over to the table and sat down. "But how could he have known? He didn’t. It was all a crap shoot and if it hadn’t worked out, Harry would have been a necessary sacrifice."
"And yet, to a lesser extent, you did the same thing to him," Draco said. "Do you not see that?"
Ron banged his hand on the table. "I didn’t risk Harry’s life. I tried to save him from a huge mistake!"
"Me."
"Yeah, you. He deserves better than you."
"I’m aware." Ron’s eyes bugged out. "Don’t look so surprised. I’ve told Harry as much on more than one occasion. But that’s not the point."
"That’s exactly the point!"
"No, it’s not. You took the decision out of his hands. That’s the point. You made a decision for him. Without letting him know what you were doing. All for the ‘greater good’ of keeping him away from me."
"You’re twisting things around."
"Am I? I don’t think so. And Harry doesn’t think so either. You see, he trusted only two people with his past. Gave only two people the knowledge of his vulnerability, his pain." He put his hands down on the table and faced Ron head-on. "The whole world sees this pillar of strength, this man who stood up to Voldemort, to Death Eaters, to everyone in order to save the wizarding world. Against all odds, this kid saved us all and fucking died in order to do it. And he continues to save people, day in and day out, seemingly fearlessly, as an Auror. The public has heard all about how he continues to fight the wrongs, even inside the Ministry itself, to see that another Voldemort can never again gain power. He’s a hero among heroes and the strongest wizard alive today, if all the hype is to be believed."
"Yeah, yeah. And your point?"
"My point is that this man who couldn’t be broken, not even by death itself, trusted you and your wife with the knowledge that many would kill for. He handed you the ability to break him. To cut him to the core. And you, Weasley, obliged, didn’t you?"
"What the fuck are you on about?"
He told just two people, Weasley, you and Granger."
"And, apparently, you too."
"I didn’t know until recently. But again, not the point. He trusted you and then you went and did the same thing." He raised a hand to stop Ron’s argument. "To a much lesser extent, but it was the same thing. You went behind his back, hid from him what you were doing, and manipulated the situation to work out the way you, not Harry, wanted things to go. And you kept all that from him for five years."
"You make it sound worse than it is."
"I make it sound exactly how it is. And how Harry sees it. He sees you as someone he trusted, with his deepest secrets. And then you did the same thing to him as everyone else who should have cared about him, claimed to care about him, or was responsible for him, had done. That’s why he’s so angry. Because more than angry, he’s hurt."
"I—"
"Look, I don’t like you, Weasel. And you hate me. But Harry does like you. You’re his best friend. You’re like a brother to him. He’s hurting right now and I can’t stand to see that. You do whatever you like; I’m sure as hell not going to stop you. But he deserves better than this. You owe him better than this."
"Are the two of you ...?"
"No, Weasel. We are not. He’s been working my case and that’s all."
He looked dubiously at Draco. "That’s all?"
"Well, no. That’s not all." He crossed his arms over his chest. "We’ve talked. Rather a lot, actually, but that’s all. Like I said, he’s been working my case, so we’ve spent time together. I finally told him what happened and we’ve been able to talk. But rest assured, I know he deserves better than me. Just like he deserves better than you."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and just nodded his head.
Draco got up, walked to the door and opened it. He turned back to face Ron. "You know, Harry has this wealth of compassion in him. Just look at what he’s forgiven me for." Ron’s head shot up and the hope in his eyes couldn’t be missed. Draco dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I nearly killed his best friend when we were in school." And he turned around and walked through the door.</i>
Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he exited the Pensieve. When Ron caught his eye, he laughed too. "He’s something, that one," Ron said.
"That he is," Harry agreed.
Ron didn't seem to be in a rush to leave, but also not in a rush to speak. Harry let him process whatever he needed to process, not saying anything more. After some time, Ron said, "I'm sorry, Harry. Really sorry." Harry raised his brows – he really wished he could master the single-brow lift – and waited. "You tried to tell me before, about how Draco didn't really have a choice when it came down to the things he did. I was just so mad, and so upset that you took his side." Harry opened his mouth but Ron held up a hand. "Not excusing myself, just explaining." He looked at the Quibbler on the desk. "I see now that he was between a rock and a hard place. I won't pretend that I'll forget what happened back in school, but I'll do my best to get past it."
"I hope so."
"And I – we – never should have done what we did. We thought it was to protect you, but you're right. Malfoy's right. We shouldn't have gone behind your back. Shouldn't have betrayed your trust. I hope, someday, I can earn it back."
Harry wasn't convinced he meant what he said, but he did sound sincere. "I guess time will tell." Ron nodded. "Like you, I won't forget, but ..." He left the rest unspoken. He didn't know what the future would bring. He only knew that it would take a lot of time, and who knew what else, for him to get past such a betrayal.
"So ... are you and Malfoy?"
Harry sat forward and glared at Ron. "I don't think that's any of your business, now is it?"
Ron shook his head. "No, I suppose it's not."
"And if we were?"
"I ... I wouldn't say or do anything to interfere. I give you my word."
Well that was something.
***
When the forensics team had finished with scanning and cataloguing the items, and with the case not being pursued in court, they asked where they should send Draco's recovered stolen property. Harry said to leave it with him and he would return the items to Draco. He ignored the look he got in return.
Still in possession of the coin, Harry sent a note to Draco, not knowing if he'd get a response. Have your things, recovered from Rowle's place. When can I drop them off?
The reply came a couple of minutes later. I'll be home in half an hour.
See you then.
When he arrived, Harry held up the bag. "With statements received, events recorded, and no court case scheduled anytime soon, the Ministry has no need to hold onto your things anymore."
"So you thought you’d bring them back personally? You didn’t have to do that."
"I know. But I wanted to check in on you. Make sure the wards are still holding."
Draco's eyes swept the flat, as though he could see the wards. "You’re not going to take them down?"
Harry shrugged. "Not unless you want me to. I can remove the notification if you’d rather be alerted yourself instead of having it come to me."
"Probably best. I mean ... you’re off the case now, so there’s no need for you to be on alert."
"I suppose. But I don’t mind."
"Always the hero."
Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco leaned back against his kitchen counter, arms across his chest. "Why did you do it? Go to the papers."
Ah. So he'd read it. Harry couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Are you upset?"
He frowned. "Not for myself – they can't say anything worse than they've said about me or my family already, but you, Harry, you've got everything to lose."
"Did I mention I got promoted?"
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Yeah, Deputy Head Auror. Says so in the article."
"And then you went public about us?"
"Robards had been talking about it for months before I was assigned your case. And I did tell him I was going to the papers before I did. He said it was entirely my decision."
"You're shitting me."
"I am not."
"Well, I'll be damned." He gave Harry a once-over. "They really do like you, don't they?"
Harry laughed, spread his arms, and took a small bow. "What's not to like?"
Draco's eyes glazed over slightly. "But why risk it? Why risk your career, your future, to talk about something that's over? That can never be?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't much like people threatening me. Or lording something over me, with the possibility of exposure looming – if I do this they won't tell, or if I don't do that they will tell. This takes power out of their hands. No one has anything to hold over me. If the media wants to make a big deal out of it, let them. If they expect me to cower as a result, then they don't know me, do they? And if the Ministry wants to fire me, have at it. I'll get work, find something else to do. It's not like I'll have trouble getting another job. Besides, as someone keeps reminding me, I do have money."
Draco stared at him. "So this wasn't some sort of attempt at pushing me to do something?"
"What? No." He considered Draco and tried to imagine what he was thinking. "I didn't get placed in Slytherin. I don't think twenty steps ahead of every decision I make. I was feeling like power had been taken away from me. That my life was being controlled by others, if not directly, then by the implication that if I didn't do what was expected of me, something bad would befall me. And frankly, I'm sick of other people pulling my strings."
Draco nodded. "I can appreciate that."
"I'll remind you that I've been manipulated and controlled my whole life. I'll be damned if I become a willing participant. So whatever."
Draco raised a brow. "So you had no ulterior motive?"
Harry snorted. "Of course I did. If I take away everyone's power over me, then there's no reason for you to fear what might happen to me. But did I expect that to change things? Not really. Hoped? Absolutely. But you're gonna do what you're gonna do. This is me. Either way. I've told you how I feel. That hasn't changed. You do what you feel is best for you and I'll respect that."
"You're serious."
Harry thought about that. Would he really be able to accept Draco's decision? In the end, he didn't want to control Draco's choices any more than he wanted his own controlled, so yes, he would. "I am."
"I don't know what to say."
"That's fair. I'm not pretending I'll wait indefinitely for you, because I'm not a masochist. I'm not willing to be manipulated by Ginny or Ron or the media or the Ministry, and I won't hang around forever waiting for you to make a decision. You made it clear how you felt, what decision you made. If you change your mind, I'm here now. You know how I feel, so the ball is in your court."
They stood there, awkwardly silent, for some time, before Harry lifted the bag once more. "Anyway, here are your things. If you could sign for them, I'll be on my way."
"Harry –"
"Oh, and to be completely above board, your mother paid me a visit." Draco's eyes widened. "I don't want to keep anything from you. She was concerned that you might not be doing so well and she was fishing for information about us. Even said you missed me."
"She what?"
"She was being your mother. She loves you and wants what's best for you. She saw – as you told me yourself – the effect we have on each other. She wondered how we'd left things, and I told her that was a conversation she'd need to have with you. Then she asked how we'd ended up together after such a tumultuous start in school. So I told her. The abridged version, obviously."
"You did?"
Harry nodded. "I also told her that I was thinking about going to the paper, asked her if she thought you'd be upset. She said not if I didn't say anything that could hurt your reputation. I said I'd never do that. When she prodded, again, for more information, I told her that she'd have to talk to you about anything else." Draco gaped at him. "I take it she didn't mention that?"
He shook his head. "No, she did not."
Harry handed him the paper and he signed for his things. "Well, there you have it. She came to me, I told her the truth – not all of it, obviously – and she left."
"I see."
Harry put the signed paper in his pocket. "Okay, I'll see you later ... or not." He took out his wand but before he could Apparate, Draco grabbed his arm.
"Don't."
Harry could feel the heat of Draco's skin through his shirt. "Don't what?"
"Don't leave."
Could he dare hope? "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying stay. Please. I want you to stay."
Harry very much wanted to stay. "Are you sure?"
"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my life."
"Okay then." No sooner had he put his wand back in its sheath than Draco grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
It wasn't gentle, like their last kiss. There was nothing soft, hesitant or sweet about it. It was all fire and passion. Draco walked Harry backwards until his back hit the wall and he pressed the entire length of his body against Harry's. His tongue pummelled Harry's mouth, holding nothing back. His hands moved over Harry's body, making short work of divesting him of every piece of clothing he was wearing, and Harry was more than willing to let him take the lead. When his trousers proved resistant, Draco took out his wand and vanished them along with all his own clothing.
"Impressive," Harry said. His cock agreed.
"Fucking hell, Harry, I've wanted to do this for five years."
"Same."
Draco dropped to his knees, looked up at Harry and licked his lips. When Harry nodded, Draco grabbed his cock and angled it towards his mouth. That was hands down the hottest thing Harry had ever seen. Draco darted his tongue out, swirled it around the head, then flicked it over the slit. Harry nearly collapsed, but Draco pressed his arms against Harry's thighs, holding them against the wall and keeping him upright. Then he engulfed Harry's length in his mouth and moaned.
"Oh my god!" Harry cried out. He didn't last long; a dozen strokes and he was spilling down Draco's throat. Apparently a five-year build-up doesn't help with stamina.
Draco grinned around his mouthful and kept licking and sucking until Harry grabbed him by the hair. "Too much. Too much."
Satisfied, Draco wiped his mouth, stood up, and kissed Harry again for all he was worth.
Harry grabbed Draco's legs just under his arse and hauled him up, carrying him into the bedroom and throwing him down on the bed. He climbed up his body, resting his own atop Draco's and kissed him. "Missed you." He nibbled his way from mouth to jaw, then licked a path down to one nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Draco bucked up. Harry grinned, knowing full well the reaction he would get. He made his way to Draco's other nipple, then slowly licked and kissed a pattern across scars from another lifetime, down to his navel, pressing his tongue inside in a promise of things to come.
When Draco's hips lifted off the bed, Harry held them still and licked a trail along his length, from base to tip, and back down again, then took a moment to breathe in the musky scent. He kissed his way back up, teasing with his teeth ever so gently, eliciting the most tantalising groans from Draco before he took mercy on him and wrapped his lips around the head and sucked.
"Fuck!" Draco said, his back arched and hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Harry chuckled. "All in good time." He drew Draco's full length into his mouth, savouring that salty, bitter flavour he'd been longing for. "Missed this. So much." It was true. His entire body was on fire, desperate to be closer, to be one with this man. "It's been too long."
"Less talking, more –"
Harry shut him up by swallowing around his cock and pressing a finger to his opening. Releasing Draco for a moment and earning an exasperated sigh for his troubles, he mumbled a spell and lube filled his hand. He circled and then inserted first one, then two fingers, slowly. He was so tight that Harry groaned with anticipation. He couldn't wait to feel that pressure, that heat around his own erection, but that would have to wait. For now, he pressed his fingers in, twisted and scissored them, loosening him up, while Draco writhed shamelessly beneath him. Then Draco grabbed his own length and started tugging. Harry swatted his hand away. "Let me." And he wrapped his free hand around Draco's cock and took the head into his mouth once more, tongue and lips stroking Draco's length in time with his fist.
Fingers up his arse and cock pummelling Harry's mouth, Draco bucked and cried out. "Harry!" before emptying himself down Harry's throat. Harry teased a bit more with his fingers before drawing back reluctantly. It had been so long and he wanted this man so badly, but he needed a bit of time to recover.
As they cooled off, Draco's one leg now draped over Harry's and head on Harry's shoulder, he said, "For a shining example of a hero, you really don't play fair."
Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair, something he hadn't thought he'd ever get to do again. "Never said I'd play fair." He kissed Draco's forehead. "But how do you mean?"
He lifted himself up and straddled Harry. "Oh, come on! First you can't stop yourself from taking my case, coming here when I'm all vulnerable." He rocked his hips forward and Harry's cock woke up once more. "Then you dig around in my stuff and find the dragon." He tweaked one of Harry's nipples and Harry's hips lifted. Draco smirked. "Then you get me drunk and drag a confession out of me."
Harry wanted to argue his points, but Draco shoved two fingers into his mouth and Harry began sucking on them, eliciting a delicious twitch of Draco's cock against his own. Harry wandlessly conjured up some lube and reached around behind Draco.
"And then you kiss me like your fucking life depended on it, knowing what that tongue of yours does to me. And then!" Harry slipped one finger into Draco, just a tease. He pulled his fingers from Harry's mouth and dropped down, hands either side of Harry's head, his face mere inches above Harry's and gazed deeply into Harry's eyes. When he continued, his voice was barely a whisper. "Then you tell me you love me." He pressed back and Harry's finger slid further in. He closed his eyes and leaned back, drawing Harry's finger all the way in. "More."
Harry pressed a second finger in alongside the first, then a third. Draco rode his fingers for a few moments before pulling forward once more and kissing Harry for all he was worth. He bit Harry's lower lip as he drew back. "Need you now."
Harry conjured more lube, slathered his length with it, too desperate to care about the mess he was making, and lined himself up. As he tried to gently breach that tight opening, Draco looked directly at him. "I love you too." And then he sat back and lowered himself, inch by inch, taking in as much of Harry as he could, and Harry stopped thinking altogether.
Draco rode him with abandon and Harry did his best to keep up his manic pace. He watched, in awe, as the man he loved dropped all barriers, threw his head back and lost himself entirely in the moment. Harry grasped him and after a few strokes, Draco erupted, covering both their stomachs, his channel pulsing around Harry's length until he, too, fell over the edge.
With a wave of his hand, Harry cleaned up the mess and Draco curled in next to him. A while later, as their breathing slowed, Draco said, "What are you smirking at?"
Harry put one arm behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "I was just amused by your rewriting of events there."
He put a cold foot on Harry's leg and snuggled in some more. "I did no such thing."
"Let's see ... First, I was assigned the case, I didn't ask for it. I agreed to take it because I didn't trust anyone else to treat you fairly. Second, I didn't dig around your stuff, I was helping you to clean up and the dragon was there. Third, I didn't get you drunk; I found you that way after you held onto the coin and signalled me. And when I got here, I tried to stop you talking, and left as soon as I could."
"Whatever. But you did use that tongue of yours."
Harry chuckled, then leaned in for a long, lazy kiss. "Mm. That I did."
"See? Not fair. And then, after all this time, you tell me you love me. How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?"
"It's true."
"And then you left me!"
"I did. Because you said it was over."
"Since when do you listen to me?"
Remembering what Draco had said about when he'd left, Harry added, "You let me go."
"I'll never let you go again." Harry brushed Draco's hair off his face and looked into his eyes. "Never."
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco. "Good."
After spending most of the weekend at Draco's, a large portion of it in bed, Harry said on Sunday night, "I have to go home. I have work in the morning."
Draco released a long-suffering sigh. "Me too. Meet up for dinner?"
"Sure; I'll message you near the end of the day."
"Sounds good."
They shared one last lingering kiss goodnight and it was all Harry could do to pry himself from Draco's grip. "I'll see you tomorrow." The pout on Draco's face would get him through the night. "I just need to grab my jacket from your room. Be right back."
Harry grabbed his jacket, then on a whim raised his hand towards the dresser and a drawer opened. A familiar looking dragon figurine flew into his hand and before leaving, he put it right in the centre of the bed.
He went out to the sitting room and gave Draco a kiss goodbye. "You know, maybe we should take another trip to Wales sometime."
~ FIN ~
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