Gay Aurors

"You can both stop looking at me, because that's not going to happen," Draco snapped. His arms crossed over his chest. This time, he was in a dark plum robe buttoned up to this throat, which still made him look like a gothic queen, but he seemed happy with it.

Kingsley sat forward, "Look, we can't send Potter out there. The Johns would see his scar and know he's a bloke AND Harry Potter. It wouldn't work!"

Harry nodded in agreement. Of course, he felt that his manliness would be too hard to offset no matter what he wore, but he rightly deduced that making that point now would goad Draco into an even bigger wobbly.

"That's what concealer is for," said Draco. He held a hand out as if that would demonstrate his point.

Both Kingsley and Harry stared at his hand as if that might provide an answer and then looked back at him. "Concealer?" asked Harry.

Draco furrowed his brows and waved his hand in front of his own face, demonstrating where you might use concealer. "You know, to cover spots?"

"You had spots?" asked Harry, his eyes wide. "I knew your skin was too flawless to be real!"

"This conversation is over!" Draco snapped as he jumped from his chair.

Smirking, Harry extended his legs up to Kingsley's desk to prevent Draco from passing. "Did you have a lot of them?"

"Shut up!" Draco grabbed Harry's feet and tried to shove them from the desk, but Harry would not be moved. "Move your legs before I hex them off!"

"You had spots!" said Harry, giggling as he pulled his legs down.

Kingsley stood and reached across his desk to grab Draco's arm to keep him from leaving. "Look, your secret will go no further than this room, but you'll have to..." Kingsley gestured to the tiny white latex micro mini and bandeau whore outfit hanging like a strung glossy fish from the wire hanger on the wooden hat rack in the corner.

Draco glared at it, and then glared at it. "Christ."

"Christine," said Harry as if he was being of any help. "I always thought you looked like a Christine. Don't you think he'd be a good Christine, Kingsley?"

Grabbing the outfit from the rack, Draco tucked it under his arm and huffed, "You can both go fuck yourselves."

"That's not very friendly," Harry teased.

Draco flew out off the office, slamming the door in Harry's face.

--

"I think you broke my nose," said Harry.

"Good!" Draco whispered back.

Not that Draco could see him since he was standing under his Invisibility Cloak, but Harry was fingering his nose gently. It felt swollen. He wished Draco could see him to tell him whether it was swollen or not, but this was a stake out and he'd decided that he should stick close to Draco, just in case something happened and he needed help. Not that he was feeling protective at all.

Why would he feel protective? Just because Draco was standing there in impossibly tight, shiny white latex micro mini that cut off just below his well-defined abs and showed off his surprisingly long and shapely legs? As if he cared. Harry most definitely Did Not Care At All, because he Was Not Thinking About Fucking Draco or wishing that there were more Kittens In Cave Tree assignments. Why would he think about that? Other than... that was the only time he had sex and his past few forays into picking someone up at the Leaky had only ended in awkward blow jobs he didn't know how to give.

He didn't want to try out his technique on the barely-concealed cock dressing left in Draco's pants that showed all of his business, and the top barely covered his...wait a minute..."Draco, you're supposed to be a girl!"

Turning in the direction he'd heard the voice, but obviously not able to pinpoint it, Draco pursed his bright red lips and perked a plucked brow. His eyes looked exaggeratedly large with the dark, smoky shadow around it and his lashes were lengthened and brushed with mascara. Draco was passing so well for female it was almost a turn off. Almost.

"Potter, have you seen me wear make up to the office?"

"Do you still wear concealer?"

For not being able to see him, Draco had surprisingly good aim to pop Harry in the nose.

"Ow!"

"Fuck off, Potter. Go further way. You're making me look like I'm talking to myself."

"And beating imaginary friends!" Harry took a couple of steps back, just in case Draco got smack down-y again.

Draco was quiet for a minute as he glared out into the streets, but it didn't look like anyone was heading their way. "So you think I still look manly?" he asked, jutting his chin out proudly.

"Er. Well...." Maybe now wasn't the time for complete honesty. "That too. But mostly, erm... your pants."

Draco looked down at them and readjusted the silver belly chain. "Do they make my arse look big?" He peered over his shoulder, trying to look. "The mirror at the Ministry doesn't go down that low. Fucking Shacklebolt! It does, doesn't it?"

Harry gazed at Draco's arse. The nice thing about being invisible was that he could stare at it and drool without anyone actually seeing the drool. The way that Draco was pushing it out now so that he could see it... arching his back and... well, that was all quite distracting. He cleared his throat. "No, your arse looks... erm... fine."

"Thin? Not fat?"

"Erm... perfect."

Draco sighed and used his hand to fan himself. "Well, that's true. It is perfect. But white, you know. And this isn't the most flattering cut."

"Right." Harry ran his hand over his face, trying to collect his thoughts and focus on... what was he talking about? When Draco turned around, his eyes fixed on his cock which was just about to peek out of the top of the pants. "Your cock!"

"What?" Draco looked down and frowned. He pushed it down again, moving it so that it cut over his hip-- which didn't make it any less apparent, but not about to peek over the top. "Oh right, sorry."

"Shouldn't you... do something with that? Like... reduce it?" asked Harry, his voice high and tight with his attempt not to give away just how arousing it was watching Draco fiddling with himself.

"I did. I reduced it as much as I could. It's just really big," said Draco, leering.

It's not that big, I've held it. "Right, well, big as it is, can you tuck it back? I bet that's why you're not getting anyone hitting on you."

Draco looked up and down the street. "There's no one else here, Potter. I don't think this is the right corner." Sighing, Draco rested against the stone wall and shook his head. "This is utterly ridiculous anyway. Wizarding prostitution? Who cares? Let the Muggles handle prostitution."

"Wizards and witches are harder to prosecute. They use memory charms to get out of it. This is the only way to catch them," Harry pointed out.

"Well so what if a few blokes are so hard up that they need to spend money to get some?"

Harry shifted. That was a little too close to home. "It's degrading."

"To whom? The worker or the spaz who can't get laid otherwise?" Draco looked down at his packed pecker and pushed his hand in to poke back his protruding prick.

It made for a smoother line in Draco's pants, but a harder one in Harry's. "Degrading to the human spirit."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Right. Well. I should probably stop talking to you. It's sure to be a tip off that I'm not alone." He shivered and wrapped his mesh-clad arms around himself.

"Cold?"

Nodding, Draco looked down at the stilts he was meant to walk on. Clear platform boots didn't provide much ankle support. These were pretty crap working conditions. Draco balanced on one leg, reaching out to the wall to steady himself and rotated his ankle.

Harry moved forward as much as he could, scooting in behind Draco with the idea of providing at least a little body warmth. Sighing, Draco leaned against Harry. Draco's hair was up off of his dainty neck, swept up in a perfect swirl on the back of his head. His hair smelled floral, but smoky. "Better?" asked Harry.

Draco nodded and relaxed against him.

This was nice, having Draco here like this, their bodies fitting so comfortably together. To Harry, it was more than just sharing body heat in the midst of a chilly spring night. It was intimate-- even if he was invisible and Draco was dressed like a woman. He still smelled like Draco. Still felt like him. Harry was tempted to wrap his arms possessively around Draco's exposed midriff, to claim him for himself and the pimps and hoes could all just sod off.

Sighing in bliss, Harry relaxed against the wall as Draco scanned the otherwise empty street. Lights illuminated the empty walkway in fuzzy yellow triangles-- useless spotlights that revealed nothing.

Draco's body tensed against Harry as a figure turned the corner. As the man approached, the lights caught the figure's balding head and his navy blue track suit. He looked like an ordinary Muggle, except no Muggles could get to this particular street.

The mystery man stopped a few feet from them, or rather, a few feet from Draco. For a moment, he appeared ready to bolt, but Draco flashed him one of those pants-melting smiles and stuck out his hip to show off a lean leg.

"You on break?" the older gentleman asked.

"Oh yeah, just got so tiresome, you know?" Draco replied, waving his hand as if constant sex was just that tedious.

The stranger peered up and down the street, appearing worried about being caught, and then said, "I'll see you inside. Find me."

Draco nodded and wriggled his fingers in a girlish wave. If Harry hadn't felt so jealous of the man's leering, he might've laughed that Draco had been so defensive a few hours earlier.

Then the man turned to the alleyway a few feet from where they were standing. It was a pretty standard look as far as alleyways went-- its seam was filled with gutter water runoff that emptied in a few small grates and large, open dumpsters. It certainly looked, and smelled (thanks to the dumpsters), like a typical alley. However, after a few steps, their mystery man vanished completely.

"Shit," Draco whispered.

Harry had to agree. Were there people back there? Had they been listening to them? Would they have even noticed? Was their cover already blown? From under his Invisibility cloak, Harry flourished his wand and cast a spell to see what was being obscured.

What was revealed in the alleyway was disturbing. It was like a Bosch painting in miniature with various copulations going on along the stone walls; some in near-impossible positions. Heads bobbed, moans turned into shrieks, and the scent of sperm shot through with raw sewage filled the air.

At least it appeared to have been magically sound and smell-proofed; although who could get off with all of that trash around was beyond Harry's comprehension. There was being dirty, and then there was unsanitary.

Deciding to see what kind of magical field this was--obviously it wasn't extreme as the man had gotten in without so much as a magical scan, Harry stepped into the glimmering field that his de-obfuscation spell had highlighted. He was unseen so if he were bounced back, no loss. As it turned out, he was allowed through. The visible evidence of the barrier faded once Harry was inside.

Harry stood there for a moment, waiting for Draco to come inside. Realizing that Draco couldn't see whether he'd made it or not, Harry stuck his head out of the barrier and whispered, "Come on."

Without a word, Draco followed.

Once they were past the barrier, a few people from the moaning orgy looked up from what they were doing to ogle instead Draco. Draco tried flirting with a few men, but after they gave him a cursory glimpse of interest, they looked away.

Harry brushed against Draco's arm to let him know where he was.

"I'm too new. They probably don't trust me," Draco whispered.

His breath was warm through the cloak and Harry wanted little more than to drag Draco off to someplace clean and do... well, any of these configurations would be nice. "They haven't seen you... with... anyone yet. It would be a risk to... you know... be the first."

"So you think I should fuck someone?" Draco shifted from platform boot to platform boot, chewing his bright red lip. A lock of curled platinum hair fell forward as he considered this. Then he looked up and around the alleyway, trying to decide who was the most tolerable to shag.

Something in Harry's chest ached at the idea of watching Draco shagging someone else. For all he knew, Draco had been shagging Kirley Duke all over his flat, but at least he hadn't had to witness it. He wasn't really sure why he should care, except that; maybe he was just attached to Draco because he was the first? Or because he was the only other gay man that he knew?

Draco's jaw tensed and flexed a few times. His brow furrowed and he tipped his foot up and twisted his ankle, grinding his toe into the cement. Harry reached out to stroke Draco's rouged cheek, but pulled back when Draco turned on his toe and left the barrier.

Harry followed, trying to remain as quiet as he could, but Draco was walking fast, heading down the street. "Draco! Hang on!" Harry shouted. After a cursory glance up and down the empty street, knowing he was a fair distance from the alleyway now, he pulled his cloak off. He wasn't visible long before Draco was in his face, whispering in terse tones.

"Fuck someone? Are you serious? Which of those mouth breathers do you think I should let fuck me?" Draco huffed in indignation.

It was difficult not to look as relieved as he was, but Harry fancied that he managed it. "You shouldn't do it. We'll just tell the Ministry we didn't find anything." Harry barely resisted the urge to reach out to Draco again; he seemed rather upset and Harry couldn't blame him. Their second big assignment and Draco was being required to have sex again-- it had to make him feel like an actual whore. He was glad that Draco never found out that their first assignment was a prank.

"Stuff that. I don't want to be sent out on more worthless clean and sweep missions to clear Muggle memories because some backwards lackwit Wizard couldn't keep his wand in his pocket. Memory removal was not why I signed on for this." Draco said as he straightened the back seam on his white fishnets.

Harry tried very hard not to notice how shapely Draco's legs looked in the stockings. It was followed by the thought he also as not having about whether Malfoy was wearing kickers or not. "Why did you sign on for this?"

"Truth, justice and the Wizarding way, of course!" said Draco, rolling his eyes. Draco's mouth opened again, the sharp look in his eye said that he was about to pop off with something else trite when he froze and then paled.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned to see an attractive, middle-aged South-East Asian man, nattily dressed in a long-sleeved brown shirt and a pair of fitted jeans headed towards the alleyway.

"I know that guy," said Draco, his voice fraught with something akin to quiet awe. "We should... get him."

"You mean to fuck?" asked Harry. He knew he had no right to ask Draco that; but he did anyway because otherwise it would bother him all night.

"Er... no." said Draco distractedly, as he started to head back for the shielded alleyway.

"But if you're going in there, you have to shag someone," Harry pointed out. He stood there, not sure if he could go in there to watch. Of course, Draco was his partner, and he had to back him up but... Harry worried that the South-East Asian man was more attractive than he was. Maybe he was someone Draco had wanted to shag before and now he had the chance!

Draco stopped dead in his tracks and then he whirled around and shot Harry a meaningful glare. "Just do a simple charm, just enough to change you somewhat. Use what you learned in Concealment and Disguise."

What Harry learned in Concealment and Disguise was that he wasn't particularly good at Concealment and Disguise, which really didn't seem to matter if you had the might to blow things out of your way anyway. That ability didn't help this situation, sadly. Harry cursed himself for not being more adept at the subtler arts, but he would figure something out. "I can... try, but... why am I doing this, Malfoy?"

"Because I need someone to fuck me," said Draco, giving Harry a look that made him feel a little like a moron for asking. It would've made him bristle, except that he was going to fuck Draco now, which filled him with too much nervous excitement to be vexed.

"Right, I'll... erm... red hair and..." Harry said, touching his wand to his hair. "Blue eyes and... "

"Add a paunch and some freckles and you'll be Weasley," said Draco, wrinkling his nose.

"What? Do you want me to look like Ron?" Instantly, Harry cursed even knowing Ron Weasley the philanderer. Ron probably would shag Draco, wouldn't he? It's just a hole, Harry. Just close your eyes or focus on the pretty blond hair

Draco flicked Harry's nose and gave him a look. "Hurry!"

"Do you want to fuck Ron?" asked Harry as he concentrated on concealing his scar and changing his nose to something very un-Ron-ish.

"Yes, I'm very hot for paunchy married men, how did you know?" asked Draco. He knocked Harry's wand out of the way and his hand ran through Harry's hair. It turned back from red to black and curtain-like on the sides of his face.

Harry reached up to feel his lengthened nose and straight line of a mouth. "Wait, am I Snape?"

"Christ, I don't know. I'm in a hurry here!" said Draco, but Harry couldn't help but notice Draco's smirk. He probably thought it was ironic, the little bastard. "We have to go!"

"!!!" said Harry, wondering what part of speech that was, exactly.

"I don't have time to change it," Draco snapped, although he still looked amused as he dragged Harry to the alleyway.

"I always knew you had a thing for Snape," Harry hissed along the way.

"I've no idea what you mean. Now shut up and solicit me already."

"Right now?" Harry only just now realized how Draco's features had been refined to be more feminine. His voice was even a bit higher. Somehow, Harry had managed to see through all of this up until this point. Now that he was looking at him seriously, he really was rather pretty... for a girl with a dick.

"Er, point." Draco looked at the alleyway and then back at Harry.

No one was more surprised than Harry was that he'd made a point, but he decided it would be imprudent to say that he was just stalling to let his brain catch up with his bollocks. "Right, so... you see what I'm saying."

"Yes, you stay here for about ten minutes and then meet me inside." Draco started for the alley, but Harry grabbed his arm.

"What if someone solicits you first?"

"If they're hot..." Draco yanked his arm away from Harry and rushed around the corner to let himself in.

If they're hot... what? Pushing that question out of his mind, since he had to wait ten minutes to find out just what Draco would do with someone who was hot, Harry leaned against the wall, stroking his long nose and wondering if it would correlate to his cock. Not that anyone had ever complained about his size before. Not that too many people had seen it and could comment.

Harry peered across the street at the weird, rundown buildings that housed daytime Wizarding shops of lesser popularity. The window of Duct Tape City was silvery with, well, duct tape, as it seemed a practical enough window display given what they sold. On the window, written with a bold, magical sharpie was the tagline, "Don't be fooled by competitors who sell duct tape by the foot! We price by the yard!" giving the impression that at one time, there had been many such duct tape specialty stores lining the boarded up street.

A couple blocks down was a junkyard filled with disused magical items. While most of the portraits that might've been tempted to shriek had been silenced, it didn't stop the moving items-- such as chairs and tables, or really anything that had been anthropomorphically enchanted-- from chasing around the yard or setting fire to each other, or sudden flashes of brilliant explosion. Everything had to go somewhere, and it would seem that magical items needed their own landfill.

The only store that was still open was across from the junkyard. Its flashing magical sign said it was a Potions store. Of course, reputable potions could be easily bought at the Apothecary on Diagon, and slightly less than reputable potions could be bought on Knockturn. On this street, the sort of potions that were available for sale included inexpensive potions that bent the mind and distracted from problems. They weren't illegal per se, but it wasn't the sort of store anyone would want to be caught in by someone he knew.

This wasn't a street that Harry was terribly familiar with, but one of those potions about now sounded good. Especially if Draco were inside and... The idea of Draco letting someone else fuck him riled Harry up again, and he could feel the irritation mounting. What if Draco were letting that attractive guy fuck him when he went in? And why would he make Harry look like Snape? If he did even look like Snape. Harry had yet to work up the gumption to find a reflective surface to check.

Head full of steam, Harry decided that if he hadn't been musing for ten minutes, that it had certainly been long enough and that he was going in.

Inside of the alley, Draco was standing coyly against the wall. The attractive South-East Asian man was leering at him, but didn't appear to have any real desire to move as one of the prostitutes was working his cock over, her rootastic blonde head bobbing like mad.

Catching Draco's eye after he'd managed to tear his eyes away from the vulgar scene, he crossed to Draco and yanked him from against the wall and growled, "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

Unimpressed, Draco whispered, "I think he might've recognised me. We should probably just go."

"I don't care what you want, bitch. You're here and I'm here with money and we're going to do it." Harry grabbed Draco by the waist and hoisted him up against the wall and pinned him there with his body weight.

Draco hooked his legs around Harry's waist, but looked down at him with a confused expression. "I think I was made," Draco repeated.

Harry was too distracted by Draco's strong legs wrapped around his torso to listen. Made? Harry was certain that that was not the reason that bloke was leering so hard from at Draco that even Harry could feel it like a grope from across the alleyway. "You've got a job to do, so you'd bloody well better do it," Harry snapped as he reached under Draco to unfasten his trousers.

"I suppose you have a point... He really isn't the main target of this and he's not our mission, but still..." Draco's eyes widened as Harry pressed his naked cock against his arse, prodding it forward as he tried to find the weak spot. Leaning in, Draco whispered, "Harry?"

After sliding the scant knickers Draco had on under his pushed-up skirt aside, Harry thrust the head of his cock in. It was dry and Draco hissed through his teeth. Even Harry found it a bit more on the pain side of pleasure, but at least now he had Draco's strict attention. Draco's face was bright red and he'd made the most delicious strangled yelp at the brief penetration before Harry pulled out.

"Wait!" Draco whispered, pressing both hands to Harry's shoulders in an attempt to push him away. "Lubrication."

"You're supposed to be a professional. Would you have asked your friend for lubrication?" Harry asked, rubbing his cock against Draco's arse again before penetrating him again.

Closing his eyes, Draco exhaled slowly and murmured a lubrication spell as Harry pushed into him in a decisive roll of his hips. He twisted his fingers through Harry's hair and squeezed his thighs for security.

Harry moaned blissfully as he moved with better ease inside of Draco, his cock surrounded by the rich, warm now-softness inside of him. "Yesss... take it you filthy whore."

Draco gasped at Harry's words and his head fell against the wall as Harry pounded into him. He bobbed against the stone as Harry thrust faster and with more force.

That was what Draco deserved, to be fucked hard for being such the fucking prat to him, for holding out on him, for never telling Harry anything about how he felt about their fucking or letting him do it again until now.

Slapping his hands against the stone wall for leverage, Harry rammed faster and harder into him. He loved how Draco clung to him and he loved watching his expressions contort between pain and ecstasy as Harry adjusted his hips, prodding around inside of him, feeling the thick, smooth muscular walls inside of Draco crushing around him, sucking and pulling at his cock.

Harry's hands were getting sore against the wall. The friction was tearing skin from his palms and he could only imagine with this rough treatment was doing to Draco's back and his costume. He imagined the abrasions and watched the pain registering on Draco's face again, and took no small amount of pleasure from the idea that he was punishing Draco. He started to imagine turning Draco around and slapping his arse until it was blistered and red from the hitting, making Draco swear to never even imply that he would fuck someone else.

Instead, he settled for moving his hands down under Draco's arse, supporting him as he squeezed Draco's muscular cheeks, feeling them move with each of Harry's thrusts. He sunk his nails into them, enjoying Draco's grunts and cooing and his complete inability to meet Harry's eyes as Draco pushed from the wall to lean on his shoulders so Draco could fuck back.

"Tell me what you need. Tell me you need my cock, you dirty little slit," said Harry.

"Fuck... yes... I need your cock. God." Draco's cries were loud and too gaspy to be anything other than sincere. "Fuck me like that... yes. Right there," said Draco as he twisted his hips to the side so that Harry was entering him at a strange angle.

Draco's arms were dividing time between trying to grab for purchase against the wall and grabbing onto Harry for dear life. Harry stared down at Draco's flexing torso, but his view of watching himself slide so easily into Draco was obscured by the front of the skirt that was down necessarily to keep anyone from seeing his cock.

Harry wanted to finish this, needed to finish it, but he wanted to do it somewhere else. He wanted to finish fucking Draco at home, where he could see whatever he wanted to see on Draco, where he could remove the spells, where he could trick himself into thinking that Draco was letting him do this for any other reason than necessity.

Evidently, the wards on the alleyway did more than just keep it invisible. Gathering Draco in his arms, he set his other hand in his jeans for his wand and tried to Apparate them to his home. Unfortunately it just bounced them back to where they were; a bit worse for wear.

The move unbalanced Draco from the wall and Harry slipped out of him. Fortunately, Harry had enough of a grip on him that he didn't fall out of his skirt completely, but Draco did now have his feet back on the ground. Harry spun him around and pushed Draco against the wall.

With one hand holding the front of his skirt down because he was gripping his cock through the vinyl, Harry pulled the back of Draco's skirt up and pushed into him again. Harry took some satisfaction in the torn skin on Draco's back and even more with how hard Draco was and how Draco started to cry out Harry's name, but stopped by biting his curled index finger.

"Yes, you're a nasty little bitch, aren't you? You like it when I fuck your ass?" asked Harry. He was heady with it and so close to coming that he was fucking Draco near mindlessly.

"It's... extra... to... do that," Draco panted.

"I don't care, bitch, you're mine."

Squeezing Draco's cock hard as he felt his body tense up again, Harry stopped resisting the build up and let his body tremble out a long, hard orgasm, spewing his entire load into Draco as he grunted and gasped for air. Harry's cheek was pressed to Draco's and he could feel Draco still ramming his hips forward for friction against Harry's hand and the skirt. Harry hoped no one noticed that, but it became a non issue rather quickly as Draco managed to keep his orgasm quiet. Soon, he stilled against the wall and remained there, panting as Harry tried to gather his wits about him.

With little excuse to stay inside of Draco, he reticently pulled back and put himself back into his pants with little more than a quick cleaning charm. Harry fished around in his pocket for money to hand to Draco as Draco slid his hand over the front of his skirt, likely cleaning himself up.

Harry slapped the money into Draco's hand without meeting his eyes and quickly exited the alleyway orgy.

The rest of the night, Harry marveled at Draco's ability to talk the Johns into leaving the alley with him so that Harry could arrest them and Apparate them to the Ministry to processing. They didn't catch the man that Draco recognised; he was long gone by the time Harry had finished, but they managed to net ten unsuspecting clients, which they and the Ministry were quite pleased with.

The next day they only worked a half day, coming in late only to work on their reports, which they did without much speaking, just confirming facts with one another to make sure they were saying the same thing. Harry didn't mention the strange South-East Asian man to Draco or in the reports, waiting for Draco to bring it up and explain. When the clock turned five, Draco neatly stacked his papers, set them in the proper folder and said the incantation that would file them with Kingsley and left.

Harry was about to follow to ask him what was what, but was delayed by Ron, who invited him to The Leaky Cauldron. Deciding that it had been a while since he'd spent time with Ron and that Draco likely wasn't going to want to discuss the South-East Asian man now, Harry agreed to join Ron for a few drinks. He noticed that Tonks was doing a Very Good Job of Staying At Her Desk and not joining in. Harry perked a brow at this, but decided to let it go for now.

At the Leaky, Ron had made it halfway through a pint before asking, "So Malfoy says that he pulled a muscle from wearing those heels last night."

Harry sipped his pint and tried to keep quiet, not sure where Ron was going with this. What would he say if Ron finally figured it out? He reminded himself that Ron was his friend and would love him no matter what. Or Ron would ask Draco for a blowjob. "Yeah..."

"D'you think it was the heels or did Duke wreck him after finding out where he'd been all night?" asked Ron, smirking impishly.

"Duke?" For a moment, Harry couldn't place the name. With all of the excitement of the case and the new man that had shown up in the alleyway, Harry had pushed Kirley Duke of The Weird Sisters out of his mind. "Oh, that guy? I don't think he's seeing him anymore. He never mentions him."

"Really? Goss page in Witch's Weekly had a picture of them snogging and an article about some poofty awards show that was honoring The Weird Sisters or sommat. Show was just a couple nights ago." Ron finished his pint and cued Tom for a refill.

Harry's heart sank and he just stared at the foamy top of his pint. Decisively, he grabbed it and drank the entire pint down and likewise signaled for another. The brew poured itself, filling his glass in a very satisfying manner. "Malfoy doesn't say much about his personal life. Did the article say anything about them?"

"Sparing you the details, eh? Fair 'nough. Don't wager you'd want to hear about his rectal activities anyway. Still, probably gives mean head, yeah?" Ron cheerily swigged down a quarter of his pint before he sobered with the seeming realization of Harry's mood. "Worried they'll think you're a poof with 'em? I'll be honest, the Weekly did make a slightly smart remark about 'Malfoy's Auror partner, the mysteriously still single Harry Potter' but you know how those journalists are. Anything to sell more papers."

Ron slapping Harry's back didn't help much. Especially not now that he had the mental of Draco blowing Ron while Kirley plowed him. Harry finished his second pint and ordered a third. That Ron was so willfully ignoring his mysterious singleness was also vexing, but it wasn't breaking his heart like the news about Draco's social life was. "Right. Anything to sell papers." After a pause, while Harry thoughtfully drank half of his next pint, Harry asked, "Did Malfoy look happy?"

"What? Hey, you need to slow down there, mate. I've never seen you shotgunning pints like that."

"In the picture... with the snogging. Did Malfoy look happy?"

"I don't know, Harry. I guess he was about as happy as any bloke having half his face eaten off by another bloke is going to look? I couldn't exactly see his expression."

Harry finished his pint and slammed it on the bar. He pushed up from the bar, feeling wobbly, but quite capable of handling himself. "Right. So. I take it you shagged Tonks?"

Ron flushed and shrugged.

"Christ, Ron."

"Don't tell Hermione?"

Shaking his head, Harry shrugged as well. "S'none of my business."

Ron stood with Harry and reached out an arm to steady him. "Narked?"

"No... I mean... not at you. Just... y'know... Malfoy." Harry didn't know what he was trying to say. It would be nice to be able to tell Ron what all happened. Really, he'd like to be able to talk it through with anyone, and it wasn't as if Ron had room to judge anything, philanderer that he was.

"Yeah, mate. S'alright. If he hits on you or whatever, you know I have your back. Sodomite tosser won't know what hit him," said Ron as he slapped Harry's back a few more times for good, manly measure.

Harry clamped his mouth shut, feeling the frustration build to the point where he wanted to scream. Sodomite? Fuck if he could tell Ron now. "I think... I think I'm going to head home. It was a long night and... I'm tired."

"Right-o, mate. You don't look so good. Can you see yourself out? Fit bird across the way's eye-fucking me something fierce," said Ron, smirking and jabbing Harry's ribs.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I can get home myself."

--

Having collected Draco's address from Ministry files, it wasn't so hard to get to his flat. It was in a posh building, the sort you might expect Draco to occupy-- stodgy and buttoned up, with shining brass fixtures and a man at the door. Fortunately, when you were Harry Potter and an Auror, men at doors were easy to bypass.

By the time the lift reached the proper floor, Harry had worked out his excuse: he would ask about the South-East Asian man in the alley way. He hadn't mentioned him in the reports and he wasn't sure if Draco had. It made perfect sense that he would ask Draco about it-- perhaps not at half eight while he was pissed, but it was a convenient enough excuse.

Ringing the door chime, Harry folded his arms and waited for the door to open. Much to his shock, Kirley Duke stood in the doorway giving him a curious look.

"You're not the takeaway," said Kirley as he leaned against the door frame in that lazy, irritating way people who were entirely too cool for their own good often did. Harry wanted to punch him in the face for his smugness.

"No. I... erm..." Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and looked around the hall trying to remember his convenient excuse. "Had a work-related question for Malfoy."

"Oh really?" The way Kirley drew out really made it sound as if he didn't at all believe that's why Harry was there, which made it very hard for Harry to control his blush, or his stuttering. Harry was just beginning to think that a well-placed hex was his only way out of this awkward situation when a door closed and Draco closed in behind Kirley.

Draco was shirtless, sweaty and breathless, which was as hot as it was worrisome, but Kirley didn't appear particularly mussed, although his silk trying-too-hard shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned to his belly. The hard noise of metal hitting the floor drew Harry's attention to the katana that Draco held from his body and set tip-down against the hardwood.

"Potter."

"Malfoy." Years of rivalry made Draco's prompt so much easier to focus on without the stuttering, or without a gushing relief at the idea that Draco must have been practicing swordplay. A katana was a little out of the blue, but Harry wasn't going to argue with it.

"He says he wants to talk to you about work,," said Kirley, air quoting "about work" for unneeded emphasis.

"I see." Draco's steely gaze remained on Harry for a moment, then he tossed the katana lightly into the air to hold it by the hilt so he could offer the handle to Kirley. "Sheathe this for me. I'll be right in."

Instead of being invited in, Draco was coming outside with Harry. While Harry appreciated the privacy, he felt slightly insulted that he was reduced to corridor conversation.

"What did you wish to discuss, Potter?" asked Draco as he shut the door. Elaborate hand movements demonstrated his putting a shield around them both so they couldn't be heard. At least he was taking him seriously.

"Is he living with you?" asked Harry as he folded his arms, wishing he could remember his Convenient Excuse, but all he could think about was Kirley Duke in Draco's flat.

"I'm not sure that qualifies as Ministry business, Potter." Draco perked a brow and Harry thought he saw a hint of a smirk, but if it had been there, it vanished quickly.

"He could be a security risk. Musicians, you know."

"Riiiight," said Draco. His chin-length blond hair was pushed back with a thick, black hair band which he now used to blot the light film of sweat from his forehead.

Harry tried not to notice how the chilly corridor had hardened Draco's nipples, or the two dribbles of sweat were making their way down Draco's thinly-muscled chest to his flat stomach, or the other trails of sweat that had already met their home in the waistband of his loose black drawstring trousers.

"Potter?"

"Yes?"

"My face is up here."

This time, Draco really was smirking, but it again went away in a flash.

"Isn't that guy, like... old?" Harry finally managed, trying to keep from another blush at being caught leering at Draco. Fucking Draco knew he was attractive and knew what they'd done. He'd probably even sussed out that Harry was tipsy. What did he expect? "Like... thirty or something?"

"He is a few years older than me, yes. I would have thought the Ministry would have his age on record. Are you worried he might be lying about his age? Is that an Azkaban-worthy offense these days, or is it just such a slow day at the office they sent a drunken Auror out to inquire?"

"M'not pissed and... and you seem to know a lot of older, attractive men. Like... that South-East Asian guy last night!" Oh right! That was the excuse. Harry tried to conceal his revelation so that he could concentrate on Draco's reaction.

Draco paled, but managed to keep his cool. "Yes, well, you and the Ministry can rest easily. I am not living with any musicians or South-East Asian men, or any combination thereof. A friend simply decided to stop by to make sure I was eating since I had been out so late on business last night."

Harry exhaled slowly and shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling terribly ridiculous. "The Ministry is relieved."

"I'm sure it is. It should save them from having to send drunken Aurors out to fact-check."

Deciding to ignore the snide tone, Harry said, "I... I wasn't sure whether... to mention that man... or not... is he important?"

Draco pressed his lips together and squinted at Harry, weighing out his options. "He is important, but I wouldn't put him in your reports just yet."

"Why not?" Harry tilted his head and thought about all Kingsley had said about Draco. They really didn't know where he'd come from or where he'd gotten all of his training. Could he be trying to keep this man off of the Ministry's radar? But if he were trying to do that, it would have been stupid to try and take him in, which Draco seemed to have every intention of doing.

Again, Draco gave him that nearly-suspicious look, but then nodded as if making a decision he could live with. "Because the Ministry can be bought by powerful and wealthy people, and you don't want to give those sorts of people any hint that you're onto them until you're ready to spring."

Harry nodded slowly. Even inebriated, he understood what Draco was saying. If anyone aside from himself would know about how easily the Ministry could be infiltrated and bought off, it would be the son of Lucius Malfoy. It still didn't quite answer what side Draco was on, or certainly wouldn't answer it to Kingsley's liking, but Harry's gut told him that though Draco may be shady on some things, this wasn't one of them. "I'm trusting you on this."

Draco rested his hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed, "Thank you."

Gazing into Draco's eyes, Harry watched him blink slowly, keeping the stare intently on him. Draco's lips parted and he moistened them. Harry was captivated by the movement of his tongue and by how close Draco's face was getting to his. He found himself watching Draco's lips purse as his head tilted automatically. Closing his eyes, Harry moved in to close the gap, the tip of his tongue just barely past his lips to swipe at Draco's when the lift chimed and the doors rolled open.

All at once, he could no longer smell the heady scent of Draco's sweat, or feel the soft warmth of his breath. Instead, he felt the whoosh of magic as the shields came down and heard Draco getting the attention of the delivery boy.

Sighing, Harry opened his eyes and looked at the richly patterned rug beneath his feet and collected himself by focusing on the stench of stale cigarette smoke emanating from the delivery boy.

After Draco had concluded his business and the delivery boy headed back down the hall, Draco said, "Right, well... I should be getting... I have... dinner. You could..." he gestured to the door to invite Harry in.

"That would be... erm... awkward. So... I should..." Harry gestured to the lift.

Draco nodded and avoided Harry's eyes and Harry couldn't help but curse himself for setting them back to square one. He just couldn't bear sitting across from Kirley Duke, wondering just what was going on there.

"All right. See you tomorrow, Potter," said Draco as he opened his door.

"Right. Tomorrow."

It was a lonely ride down in the lift, but Harry comforted himself that Draco had been about to kiss him. But this was a bad idea. They had to work together and he couldn't remain objective if he kept fucking Draco. As he left the kebab shop with his dinner for one, he swore to himself that he would Not Do That Again.