The Ruby Ruse
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
7,139
Reviews:
42
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Chapter 2
Title: The Ruby Ruse
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Chapter 2/?
Rating: FRAO /NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: Oct. 2005
Key words: M/M Slash, Sexual Content (later chapters), Language, Mpreg?
Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happens
when they figure out who really ran up the bills and what happens between
them?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Test reader:
Beta: Beta’d by a Fiend (that’s a friend without the “r”). Thanks Fiend
Chapter 2
Harry’s lips thinned, his eyes scrunched up, and the air around him began crackling. Draco drew in a deep breath and carefully looked up at the raven-haired man as he felt the shift in power. Harry tried calming himself, trying to think logically about this situation. Why would this particular person be using his house and his name, and for what purpose? He had a plethora of questions and he was going to get answers, as well as his pound of flesh. Looking back at Draco, a plan began forming in his mind and he began smirking. “Draco.” He tried getting the blond’s attention.
Draco looked up at Harry, his gaze traveling longingly from the bottom up. Looking at those smirking lips, he began licking his own lips before making eye contact. Those emerald eyes just pulled him in but he had to maintain his composure, get the job finished. “Yes, Mr. Potter? I realize the shock you must be suffering at the moment. Let me reassure you, we will take the appropriate action and clear your name in this matter.”
Harry held up his hand. “Draco, I will settle this bill and take care of recouping the funds on my own. Would you like to help me outside your daily scope of professions? I want to plan the perfect retribution, guaranteed to bring the culprit to confess why it was done. I will pay you for your help. If you need me to talk to your employer so there are no repercussions of you being involved, I will do that. What do you say? Game for some pranks that might be reminiscent of our younger days?”
Draco considered the offer. He hadn’t had much fun lately and would welcome the diversion. It also offered the bonus of maybe spending more time with Harry, for whom he was developing some strange yearnings. Helping create something towards the guilty would help ease some of the resentment that had built up over the years. Reaching out a hand to Harry he said, “Potter you have a deal. I’ll help you for several reasons. One, it will help satisfy my compulsion to exact revenge on the party, two it will break the monotony I’ve been stuck in, and third, and this is the deal maker or breaker. You will have dinner with me on a Friday night, and spend the weekend at my estate working on this plan. It will ensure we are not disturbed and if we need to practice, we will have all the accommodations we need. Not only that, but I have the best chefs’ and they would not mind creating something for Harry Potter.”
Harry looked at him and the outstretched hand. The memories that action evoked caused Harry to grin as he accepted the hand. “Deal, but I get to pick out where we eat on Friday.”
Draco agreed to this, forgetting that they were still clasping hands. The blond was busy ogling the site in front of him, Harry’s chest becoming uncovered by the action. Harry finally realized it though and slowly dragged his long fingers across Draco’s palm. Both men shuddered at the feeling that simple move generated. With reluctance, Draco began to organize his things and readied himself to leave. When he was ready, he looked at Harry, who nodded, stood, and began leading him out of the office and back to the front door. “Draco, I’ll do some preliminary research on this without tipping anyone off. We will need the information to start planning.”
Draco nodded and followed Harry closely out of the hallway, careful to avoid the snake and making sure not to touch anything. As they reached the front door and Draco bent over to put his shoes back on, Harry had a clear view of his arse. The emerald eyes began a slow smoldering as Harry licked his lips at the view. The way the trousers caressed and molded to the firm upturned cheeks and tight thighs made Harry begin to harden in all the wrong places. Wrong, only for that moment and attire. The sudden thought occurred to him that he may be getting the better “end” of this deal if he took advantage of his opportunities.
Draco was almost done and had glanced up in time to see Harry’s reaction. He wasn’t done teasing the man, now that he knew he had his attention. With an internal grin, Draco wiggled his arse as he forced his foot into his shoes. Once they were on, he stood and looked at the glittering emerald eyes. “Well Harry, I guess I’ll see you on Friday night, unless you need me before then. Here’s my card with the office address and all on it. I’m on the Floo there, and at home. You can reach me anytime you desire to.” Draco had been choosing his words, trying to gauge the other’s reactions. He wasn’t disappointed.
Harry took the card, held out his hand and this time it was Draco that broke the contact with slow strokes of his fingers across the callused hands of the Quidditch player. “Until you acquiesce to my offer. Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. I’m sorry to have disturbed your slumber. Please accept my wishes for pleasant dreams upon your return to your bed. I look forward to hearing you.” Draco waited as Harry slowly opened the door, smirking as his intentional phrase sunk into Harry’s tired consciousness and bringing a grin to the professional seeker’s face..
“Don’t worry, Draco, when the time is right you will hear from me, long and loud.” Harry smiled as his words registered with the blond and he quietly chuckled. Two could play the word games and flirt. He just wondered if they could both hold off until Friday. He only knew his body responded positively to Draco, but he never gave in to just the animal attraction. There had to be something else between he and a lover, or it never began. He nodded as Draco looked longingly at him one last time and walked through the door. He watched, leaning up against the doorframe until the bill collector reached the edge of the wards and disappeared with a pop. He closed the door, turned and headed back for his bed. His dreams were sweet, pleasant and, to his consternation when he woke hours later, wet.
Draco went back to his office and wrote up the pertinent facts and discoveries before going to his boss. It was a good thing he and Blaise had a good friendship before they worked together. Blaise understood Draco almost as well as Draco knew himself, so he waited patiently as the report was related to him. Getting comfortable in his chair, he pierced the blond with a knowing look. “Spill it all, Draco. We both know you fought to get this case, and we both know what you look like and act like when in lust, and it’s radiating from you.” Draco looked at his life-long friend, sighed and began relating what had happened that wasn’t in the report. Blaise simply sat there and listened intently. “Draco, just be careful. You’ve wanted Potter for so long, and if he hurts you, I will use all the influence I have to ruin him. You mean more to me than a friend and employee, but we’ve known that for years. You’ve never taken advantage of it; I’ve never pursued anything further because I know where your feelings were. But this I swear, he will find out what a born and bred Slytherin is really capable of when being protective and vindictive if you get hurt. You better go now and start a little research of your own.”
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Chapter 2/?
Rating: FRAO /NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: Oct. 2005
Key words: M/M Slash, Sexual Content (later chapters), Language, Mpreg?
Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happens
when they figure out who really ran up the bills and what happens between
them?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Test reader:
Beta: Beta’d by a Fiend (that’s a friend without the “r”). Thanks Fiend
Chapter 2
Harry’s lips thinned, his eyes scrunched up, and the air around him began crackling. Draco drew in a deep breath and carefully looked up at the raven-haired man as he felt the shift in power. Harry tried calming himself, trying to think logically about this situation. Why would this particular person be using his house and his name, and for what purpose? He had a plethora of questions and he was going to get answers, as well as his pound of flesh. Looking back at Draco, a plan began forming in his mind and he began smirking. “Draco.” He tried getting the blond’s attention.
Draco looked up at Harry, his gaze traveling longingly from the bottom up. Looking at those smirking lips, he began licking his own lips before making eye contact. Those emerald eyes just pulled him in but he had to maintain his composure, get the job finished. “Yes, Mr. Potter? I realize the shock you must be suffering at the moment. Let me reassure you, we will take the appropriate action and clear your name in this matter.”
Harry held up his hand. “Draco, I will settle this bill and take care of recouping the funds on my own. Would you like to help me outside your daily scope of professions? I want to plan the perfect retribution, guaranteed to bring the culprit to confess why it was done. I will pay you for your help. If you need me to talk to your employer so there are no repercussions of you being involved, I will do that. What do you say? Game for some pranks that might be reminiscent of our younger days?”
Draco considered the offer. He hadn’t had much fun lately and would welcome the diversion. It also offered the bonus of maybe spending more time with Harry, for whom he was developing some strange yearnings. Helping create something towards the guilty would help ease some of the resentment that had built up over the years. Reaching out a hand to Harry he said, “Potter you have a deal. I’ll help you for several reasons. One, it will help satisfy my compulsion to exact revenge on the party, two it will break the monotony I’ve been stuck in, and third, and this is the deal maker or breaker. You will have dinner with me on a Friday night, and spend the weekend at my estate working on this plan. It will ensure we are not disturbed and if we need to practice, we will have all the accommodations we need. Not only that, but I have the best chefs’ and they would not mind creating something for Harry Potter.”
Harry looked at him and the outstretched hand. The memories that action evoked caused Harry to grin as he accepted the hand. “Deal, but I get to pick out where we eat on Friday.”
Draco agreed to this, forgetting that they were still clasping hands. The blond was busy ogling the site in front of him, Harry’s chest becoming uncovered by the action. Harry finally realized it though and slowly dragged his long fingers across Draco’s palm. Both men shuddered at the feeling that simple move generated. With reluctance, Draco began to organize his things and readied himself to leave. When he was ready, he looked at Harry, who nodded, stood, and began leading him out of the office and back to the front door. “Draco, I’ll do some preliminary research on this without tipping anyone off. We will need the information to start planning.”
Draco nodded and followed Harry closely out of the hallway, careful to avoid the snake and making sure not to touch anything. As they reached the front door and Draco bent over to put his shoes back on, Harry had a clear view of his arse. The emerald eyes began a slow smoldering as Harry licked his lips at the view. The way the trousers caressed and molded to the firm upturned cheeks and tight thighs made Harry begin to harden in all the wrong places. Wrong, only for that moment and attire. The sudden thought occurred to him that he may be getting the better “end” of this deal if he took advantage of his opportunities.
Draco was almost done and had glanced up in time to see Harry’s reaction. He wasn’t done teasing the man, now that he knew he had his attention. With an internal grin, Draco wiggled his arse as he forced his foot into his shoes. Once they were on, he stood and looked at the glittering emerald eyes. “Well Harry, I guess I’ll see you on Friday night, unless you need me before then. Here’s my card with the office address and all on it. I’m on the Floo there, and at home. You can reach me anytime you desire to.” Draco had been choosing his words, trying to gauge the other’s reactions. He wasn’t disappointed.
Harry took the card, held out his hand and this time it was Draco that broke the contact with slow strokes of his fingers across the callused hands of the Quidditch player. “Until you acquiesce to my offer. Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. I’m sorry to have disturbed your slumber. Please accept my wishes for pleasant dreams upon your return to your bed. I look forward to hearing you.” Draco waited as Harry slowly opened the door, smirking as his intentional phrase sunk into Harry’s tired consciousness and bringing a grin to the professional seeker’s face..
“Don’t worry, Draco, when the time is right you will hear from me, long and loud.” Harry smiled as his words registered with the blond and he quietly chuckled. Two could play the word games and flirt. He just wondered if they could both hold off until Friday. He only knew his body responded positively to Draco, but he never gave in to just the animal attraction. There had to be something else between he and a lover, or it never began. He nodded as Draco looked longingly at him one last time and walked through the door. He watched, leaning up against the doorframe until the bill collector reached the edge of the wards and disappeared with a pop. He closed the door, turned and headed back for his bed. His dreams were sweet, pleasant and, to his consternation when he woke hours later, wet.
Draco went back to his office and wrote up the pertinent facts and discoveries before going to his boss. It was a good thing he and Blaise had a good friendship before they worked together. Blaise understood Draco almost as well as Draco knew himself, so he waited patiently as the report was related to him. Getting comfortable in his chair, he pierced the blond with a knowing look. “Spill it all, Draco. We both know you fought to get this case, and we both know what you look like and act like when in lust, and it’s radiating from you.” Draco looked at his life-long friend, sighed and began relating what had happened that wasn’t in the report. Blaise simply sat there and listened intently. “Draco, just be careful. You’ve wanted Potter for so long, and if he hurts you, I will use all the influence I have to ruin him. You mean more to me than a friend and employee, but we’ve known that for years. You’ve never taken advantage of it; I’ve never pursued anything further because I know where your feelings were. But this I swear, he will find out what a born and bred Slytherin is really capable of when being protective and vindictive if you get hurt. You better go now and start a little research of your own.”