To Protect and...Service

To Protect and...Service by The Coven

Author: tas

Beta: Miss Nikki

Note: As you may have noticed in The Coven profile, Slytherin was to write this chapter, but something came up that she couldn’t ignore, so the task of the next chapter was put onto me. Usually it is our group deadline to get out each chapter every two weeks (if not sooner). I apologize for keeping you waiting the few extra days. Nikki has a very busy life right now, and I’ve been feeling off lately. I also had just finished submitting my chapter for ‘12 Inches of Wood’, and my mindset was still on that fic. Took me a bit to work around this one. We also, are given a quote we have to put in somewhere in our chapter from the previous author. ZooArmy gave me a few. Quirky ones I admit. I hope she gets a smile on her face when she sees how I used it.
So, hope you enjoy.

Warning: Some profanity and sexual situations.

Chapter 4

Forbidden Pleasures

Harry didn't waste any time as he scribbled a quick word on the back of the parchment that the owl had so painstakingly given to him. "Remitterium Kingsley Shacklebolt," Harry clearly said, then watched as it disappeared before his eyes, returning the note back to its sender.


Within minutes, Harry and Draco stood outside of the Minister of Magic's mansion, not being able to Apparate any closer with the apparation shields in place surrounding the area. Harry was about to knock on the door when it opened inwards, a house elf dressed in purple miniature robes standing before them.

"Harry, Draco, come in," Kingsley said, coming forward and motioning them into the Minister's office.

"We would have been here sooner, if we knew where we had to go," Draco grumpily said, following his superior.

"Yes, well, you're here now," Kingsley said, leading them to the couch in the office.

"Minister," Harry said, moving to stand before Odessa, the smell of smoke permeating the air around them. "What happened?"

Odessa looked up at Harry and couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face seeing Harry in his ripped up jeans and faded T-shirt. She looked over at Draco who looked alert, but edgy from lack of sleep by the looks of it with the shadows beneath his eyes. She smoothed her hair from the side of her face that had come undone from the loose bun she always wore. "I was just going through some files from the office, when my briefcase began to smoke. I upturned the bag onto my desk over there to see if I could see what the problem was. The paper began to smoulder, catching fire," she tiredly said.

Harry and Draco both walked over to the desk. "What is that smell?" Harry asked.

Draco leaned over a bit. "Smells like nightshade, and not much else. That alone could be quite toxic," he said as he backed away from the desk. He went back over to the Minister. "Have you called in someone to take a look at you?" He kindly asked.

The Minister shook her head. "Just feel a little woozy," she replied.

Harry went and opened the windows wider, using an air freshening charm in the room. "We'll check this out. Why don't you two go get a cup of tea or something," he suggested.

Odessa nodded her head and shakily got to her feet. Draco came to her side, as did Shacklebolt. "Where is your husband and the kids?" Draco asked.

"The kids are at school, Beauxbatons. They are safe there. Andrew is . . . out," she said.

"You two look things over here. I'll have St. Mungo's send someone over to check her out," Kingsley said. He knew he had his best men to investigate the matter.

Draco and Harry watched as the Head Auror slowly led the Minister out of the room. Harry closed the door and put a silencing spell on the door so they wouldn't be overheard. "You think she'll be okay?" He worriedly asked.

"She should be. Probably be tired for a few days. Nightshade can be very toxic, especially if it’s burned. If a person were to inhale the fumes over a long period, it could kill them. I'm guessing she must have opened the windows and sat away from the desk before she became too disorientated," Draco replied.

Harry used a drying charm on the contents on the desk, then transfigured a quill into a long set of muggle tweezers. He carefully picked his way through the charred parchments, putting aside the ones that were legible.

Draco was on the other side of the desk, watching as Harry did this. A bold print caught his eye. 'Peti . . . vorce’ was all that he could see on the top of the parchment. "Harry," he softly said.

"Hmmm," Harry hummed, keeping to his task.

"Have you noticed the tension when the Minister and her husband are together?" He asked.

"Yes. Could be because of the assassination attempts," Harry said, carefully picking up a piece of another parchment, his brow furrowed with wonder.

"Or," Draco said, holding up the bit of his own parchment, showing it to Harry.

"You think Andrew knew of that?" Harry asked.

"Not sure," Draco shrugged. "What have you got?"
"I don't know, never seen this before," Harry said, showing the partial picture at the top of the parchment.

"Don't recognize that," Draco said.

"Looks like a 'Lu' to start with. Can't make out the rest," Harry said. He carefully put the pieces in clear plastic envelopes along with Draco's find, and led Draco out of the office, sealing the door with a locking charm that only he or Draco could undo.

They found the Minister and Kingsley in the kitchen with a pot of tea on the table, and a mediwitch scanning Odessa for after affects of the poison. "She okay?" Harry asked, coming to sit beside Odessa.

"She will be. No long-term damage. She will need bed rest for the next couple of days . . . and I mean bed rest. No going to the office," the mediwitch instructed. "I've given her some potions to help expel the toxins from her system."

"Thank Merlin," Harry sighed, smiling kindly at Odessa.

"We will have someone stay here with you to make sure you are all right," Kingsley said.

"That's not necessary," Odessa said shaking her head.

"Do you have a house elf that you can trust explicitly?" Harry asked.

"One that will watch for any kind of funny business in the house?" Draco added.

"What? You really think that's necessary?" Odessa asked.

"This is the fourth attempt in a few short days," Harry said. "I think it is necessary."

"There is Nevix. He is my personal elf," Odessa said, smiling at said elf who was pouring her more tea.

Harry and Draco nodded in agreement when the elf looked at them, able to see the determination in the large green eyes. "Sir, can we speak with you please," Harry softly asked, motioning for the Head Auror to follow them out.

Once the three of them were out of the kitchen and in the living room, Harry took out the envelopes. "You found something then?" Kingsley asked.

"We're not sure, but we think we may have found what remains of a Divorce petition. Did the Minister mention anything about that?" Draco asked.

"There was mention of her reading over settlement papers for a friend of hers," Kingsley said.
"It couldn't be for herself, could it?" Draco asked.

"I know that she and Andrew have been having some problems lately, but she does not talk about her personal life with me," Kingsley replied.

"There was also this," Harry said, holding up the bit of parchment with the odd partial picture.

Kingsley looked at it. "I have not seen this letterhead before. Looks like a collar of some kind," he said. "Do you two know where it is from?"

Draco shook his head. "I don't recognize it either. We can check out some references at the office," Harry said. "For now, I think we should keep this to ourselves."

"Do what you have to do," Kingsley said. "I will have someone here in the house with the Minister as an added precaution."

Harry and Draco agreed, then went to say goodbye to the Minister before they left the mansion.

"So, where are we going?" Draco asked as they went to the edge of the mansions wards.

"Back to the Ministry I think. We can check out the directory for London for a business that starts out with the letters 'Lu'," Harry replied.

"The collar looks like it might be something kind of kinky," Draco said.

"And you would know this how?" Harry smirked.

"Slytherin, remember?" Draco laughed, a parting shot, before he Apparated away to an alley that was close to the Ministry. Harry shook his head in amusement and followed soon after.

Once at the office, Harry and Draco started to pour over the directory, starting with the adult entertainment field. Harry noticed that Draco was trying to hide his yawns behind his hand as they poured over the books. "You look tired. How much sleep did you get last night?" Harry asked.

"Not a whole lot. Theo and I argued; then he put me on the couch for the night,” Draco replied. "I guess it's catching up with me."

"You can take a break if you want. Lie down for a bit," Harry suggested. "I'll go through these," he added, motioning to the books in front of him.

Draco leaned his elbows on the desk, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "You don't mind?" He quietly asked. Harry shook his head. "Wake me in a few hours, or if you find anything."

"Will do," Harry said, getting up to retrieve a pillow from his office closet.

"Thanks Potter," Draco sighed, lying down on his back.

Harry dimmed the light over the couch; then went back to his desk, pouring a cup of coffee to keep himself awake.

**********

A few hours later, the door to Harry's office squeaked open, waking Draco from his slumber, and rousing Harry from his search. Harry looked up to see Theo Nott standing there, glaring at him like he was the next Dark Lord. "Um, can I help you with something, Nott?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for Draco," Theo replied, crossing his arms at his chest.

"'M right here Teddy," Draco quietly said, getting up from the couch. He glanced over to Harry to see him writing on parchment, then the paper flying out the open door.

"Why are you sleeping in Potter's office?" Theo asked.

"Because, we were researching, and with me not getting a whole lot of sleep last night, I was dead on my feet. Ha . . . Potter suggested I go for a nap to clear my head," Draco said.

"Look, can we go somewhere and talk," Theo said, after looking at Harry who was looking back at them.

"About what Teddy. You made it clear you don't trust me," Draco sighed. "I told you that I was on a mission for the Minister, and Potter is my partner. That's all he is . . . a partner. It wasn't even our choice to be partners. It was pushed onto us."

Theo looked at Harry. "It's true. I usually work alone," Harry said.

"We have to act like we're lovers for the cover," Draco said.

"So, nothing happened then?" Theo asked.

"No, nothing happened," Harry said. "Besides, I don't really go for his type. Draco may be good looking for a bloke, but he’s too high maintenance for me," he grinned, then looked up when he heard a crash from the outside of his office.

"Harry, you were supposed to meet me for lunch. You know not to be late," a brunette haired man admonished, coming into the office.

"Sorry, babe. Got tied up here," Harry smiled, pulling the brunette onto his lap. "I'll make it up to you," he added, leaning in to kiss his lips.

"You so owe me for this Harry," the brunette whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry arched his neck to the side as the brunette kissed up and down his neck. He looked up to see a relieved look on Theo's face and a look of shock on Draco's. "Um . . . sorry. This is my boyfriend, Devin. Devin, this is Theo Nott and Draco Malfoy."

"Um . . . been together long?" Theo asked.

Devin looked up at the two Slytherins; then looked back at Harry, stroking the side of his face. "We've been together for about six months now. Met him at 'Under Cover.’”

"Under cover?" Draco asked.

"Yes, it’s the sex store in London," Devin smiled. "We got all kinds of toys there didn't we Luv?"

Harry reached up and grasped Devin’s hand that was on his face, giving a slight squeeze in warning. "Yes, we did," he said. He looked over at Draco and Theo. "Apparently I have a lunch date with Devin here. Why don't you two go have lunch and talk some?"

Theo took Draco's hand and led them to the door. "I'll be back in an hour or two to continue with the books," Draco said, following Theo to the door.

"Take your time," Harry waved off.

Once out the door, Theo turned and pushed Draco against the wall, and started to kiss him. "I'm sorry. So sorry Draco," he softly said against his lips. "Should have let you tell me."

"Yes, you should have," Draco said, pulling back a bit from the kiss. "Come on, let’s get some take-out and go home for lunch."

"Sounds like a good idea," Theo smirked, reaching down to slide his hand over the front of Draco's pants.

"Mm . . . Yes. A very good idea," Draco huskily replied. "I just have to get my jacket in Potter's office then we'll go. Why don't you meet me down by the floo?"

"Okay. Don't be long," Theo grinned. "Have some making up to do."

"Can't wait," Draco said, leaning in to give Theo a quick kiss before gently pushing him away. "Won't be long."

Draco watched as Theo walked away, a look of longing on the others face when he looked back at him. He combed his fingers through his hair, opened the door to Harry’s office, and stopped short. Instead of Devin on Harry's lap, there was a purple haired witch instead. "Tonks, what are you doing here?" He whispered as he looked over his shoulder to make sure Theo didn't sneak back up on him.

"That would be Devin to you," Tonks smartly said, grinning as she stood up and smoothed out her robe. "The things I do for you guys," she said, shaking her head.
"Thanks Tonks," Harry grinned. "I owe you."

"Yes you do," she smirked. "I'll get back to you on that," she added, walking to the door, kissing Draco on the cheek before leaving the office.

Harry shook his head. "Don't ask. Just go and make up with your boyfriend," he said, waving him off. "See you in a few hours."

Draco for once didn't have a smart comeback. He turned his back and left to meet Theo. 'Stupid Gryffindor', he thought to himself, a small smile on his face as he left.

**********

A few hours later, a very relaxed Draco came back into Harry's office, freshly showered and his clothes changed from earlier. "Why do we do this in your office?" He asked in greeting.

"We could go to yours?" Harry shrugged, closing a book in front of him.

"We're here already," Draco said. "Find anything?"

"Not a fucking thing," Harry frustratingly said. "So how was your lunch? Productive?" He smirked.

"Very. We talked . . . well some of the time," Draco grinned. "He still doesn't like it, but I think he believes me. I warned him some things might come up later, and to not jump to conclusions right away."

"You been with him long?" Harry asked.

"A while," Draco replied.

"You love him?"

"What business is it of yours?" Draco sneered, looking up from a book.

"It's not. Just curious," Harry said. "I talked with Kingsley while you were gone. Andrew had come home shortly after we left. He said he was at quidditch practice."

"Quidditch?" Draco asked.

"Yes, he coaches for the Knights Brigade. I talked with the assistant coach and he verified that he was there since early in the morning," Harry said.

Draco nodded. "Heard of them. There've been a few players recruited from that team for the major leagues.”

Harry put the sealed piece of parchment on the bulletin board with some of the other information from the case, then got the few folders of the people that were at the Remembrance Ball. He tossed one to Draco, who opened it up to start looking at it again, to see if they had missed anything.

**********

A knock on the door, and the two of them gratefully put the folders down a few hours later. Harry looked up to see Luna Lovegood, a friend that didn't turn her back on him after the war. She had always believed in him, and he enjoyed her quirky company every now and then. "Luna. What brings you to the Ministry?" He said, getting up to give her a quick hug.

"I was just giving the Magical Creatures department some information on a hydrippus that Rolf and I found," Luna softly said. "Oh . . . hello Draco," she airily smiled.

"Hello Luna," Draco said, rolling his eyes at Harry behind Luna's back. "A hydrippus?"

"Yes, he's a king of fish. Has the front part of a horse, and the back end of a fish," she said, dreamily looking around her.

"Really," Draco drawled.

Luna had looked over at the bulletin board, her eyes falling to the mysterious parchment. Harry and Draco looked at each other, wondering why the sudden interest. "Which one of you is the dominant one?" She softly asked, looking at Harry then Draco.

"What?" Draco started.

"What are you talking about Luna?" Harry asked.

"You know what that is?" Draco asked putting down his folder before it spilled to the floor.

"Sorry, I guess I was mistaken," she replied.

"Luna. Do you know what this is?" Harry repeated.
"Yes."

"So, what is it?!" Draco said between clenched teeth.

"It's from my club," Luna smiled.

"Your club?" Draco asked, unbelievingly.

"Yes. It's called Luxuria. It’s a place where one can let go of their inhibitions. Let them express their inner selves towards their lover, or lovers," she smiled.

"I've never heard of this place," Harry said.

"You most likely haven't. It's by invitation only. Once you're admitted, you become a member. People seem to like it," she said.

"Do you have a member list?" Draco asked.

"Oh no. Our policy is strict anonymity between the members. What goes on at the club, stays at the club. Of course, I'm sure many use some kind of glamours so as not to be recognized. Once they are admitted entrance the first time with their invitation, the wards around the club allow them in the next time."

"Can anyone get an invitation?" Harry asked.

"Each person gets one invite to give to another. We've become quite successful," she smiled. She reached into her oversized purse that hung to her hip. "Rolf and I would gladly invite you to the club Harry . . . and you too, Draco," she said, handing them an invitation. "Oh, and should I tell Sev that you would be interested now?"

"Um . . . no thanks Luna," Harry said, avoiding the pointed look that Draco was giving him as he took the cream-colored invitation.

"Pity. I'm sure he'll be disappointed," Luna sighed. "See you later Harry, Draco," she airily said before leaving the two gob smacked Aurors in the office.

"How did she ever end up in Ravenclaw?" Draco asked, bewildered.

"She's actually quite brilliant, behind that ‘in the clouds’ exterior,” Harry grinned; then looked down at the invite.

There was a picture of a man's torso; his neck arched back, a collar around his neck. 'Luxuria' was fancily written across the naked chest.

Luxuria

A Hidden Haven for your Hidden Pleasures
6969 Woodward Road

Harry turned it over, swallowing hard as his eyes roamed over the backside of the invitation. Draco's eyes widened as he caught sight of the overall shape of the words.

Rules
A submissive
wearing a green
collar is protected
and therefore should
not be inappropriately
approached by other
dominants

A dominant wearing a
black collar is paired
and therefore unavailable
to other submissives

“No collar” states that you
are available and looking
for a partner(s)

No Dark Magic allowed

Submissives and dominants
must agree on a safe word
prior to any and all encounters

Any violation of the above
forfeits your membership
in the club

Fighting will not be tolerated
and can lead to arrest and/or
prosecution to the fullest extent
under wizarding law

MOST IMPORTANT
WHAT HAPPENS AT THE CLUB, STAYS AT THE CLUB



"That's the last thing I expected Lovegood to be involved in," Draco said, looking up from the invite.

"It's always the quiet ones," Harry smirked. "So, we going to check this out?"

"Tomorrow night then?" Draco replied, thinking of a good nights sleep that night.

"Sure. So, who's the submissive?" Harry grinned.

**********

The next day, Draco and Harry went to the Minister of Magic's mansion to make sure that Odessa was feeling all right. They had walked into a rather tense atmosphere to see that Kingsley was sitting on the chair at her side with a pile of papers on the edge of the bed that they were looking over, occasionally with Odessa signing where needed. Andrew was off to the side by the fireplace, reading a book, a scowl on his face.

"Harry, Draco," Odessa smiled warmly. "So good to see you two. Come and relieve me of my boredom."

Harry grinned and sat in the chair that Kingsley had just left. "It's about time you had a vacation," he teased.

"Some vacation," she scoffed. "Should be in my office. Lots of work to do."

"So, how is the investigation going?" Kingsley asked.

"We've got a few leads," Draco replied, giving him a look that said not to talk of it now. He went to sit by Andrew. "So, I hear you’re coach to the Knights Brigade? Not a bad team from what I hear."

"Yes, there's some very talented players on the team. I hear you two were rather brilliant at the sport at your school?" Andrew said, looking up at Draco. "Why didn't you become pro?"

"Couldn't see me doing that for a living," Draco shrugged. "So you have an assistant to help you coach? I remember in school it was rather trying to coach a team that wanted to do their own thing," he grinned.

"Yes, I have Karel Moreau as my assistant. We have known each other since our school days at Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic," Andrew grinned.

"We used to practice quite a lot in school, especially when playing against Gryffindor," Draco said, glancing over and meeting Harry's smirking face. "Do you practice quite a lot?"

"A few times a week. Sometimes we have some one-on-one training with one of the players to improve a move or just be there for them when they need someone to talk to,” Andrew said. "We actually have a practice tonight with the team. We've a game against the Hyde Park Hydras coming up this weekend."

"Hmm, a tough team. Seen them play," Draco said. "Might want to make sure your keeper is more alert against that team. They can tend to play a little dirty."

"Draco, we should take a look again at the office downstairs, make sure we didn't miss anything," Harry said, coming to stand beside the blond by the couch.

"Yes, we should," Draco said, getting up from the arm of the chair. "I'll be sure to make the game this weekend then. Sounds like it might be a good game."

"I'll leave tickets for you . . . and Harry of course if you would like to go," Andrew smiled.

"That would be brilliant, of course if the boss lets us go," Harry grinned over at Kingsley who nodded his head in approval.

Harry and Draco left the Minister's personal chambers and went down to the office, giving it a once over sweep again, to make sure they didn't miss anything. They didn't. They left together, but parted at the Ministry. Draco went to his office to finish some paper work from his previous case, while Harry went in search of Tonks. He had some shopping to do.

**********

Several hours later, Harry was standing across the street to the address that was on the invitation, his hands clenched in the deep pockets of his trench coat. He saw the man approach him, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off him. He had shoulder length ash blonde hair, with lighter blonde streaks running through it. He was wearing a long leather duster that skimmed his lower legs when he walked, leather pants also seen. He looked up again when they stopped in front of him, to meet the bluest eyes he's ever seen. Eyes that seemed to be smirking at him. "Draco?" He softly asked.

"That would be me," Draco grinned. "Love the black hair by the way. Actually looks good like that. You should consider leaving it."

Harry combed his fingers through his own shoulder length hair, unknowingly giving it a sexier tousled look. The only thing changed was the hair color, and his eyes that were now a hazel color. Tonks had also enjoyed his discomfort when she added the kohl eyeliner around his eyes, and the dragon tattoo on the side of his neck, just above the collar.

"Too bad you didn't keep your original eye color though. Would have looked lovely with the green collar," Draco smirked, turning his back as he started to walk across the street.

Harry gave the green collar a slight tug, then followed Draco. A burly bearded man was at the door, looking menacing as he scanned the invitations before he waved the people in. Harry and Draco walked into the sudden pounding of music that reverberated off the walls, and a small tingle of magic on the inside of their wrists. They looked down to see a stylized 'L' on their wrist. Something that they would have to ask about later. Meanwhile, they were holding up the line at the coat check. Harry and Draco both undid their coats, purposely not looking at each other as they did so, both self-conscious of how they looked.

"Fuck," Harry heard from in front of him. He looked up to see Draco's eyes locked on his upper body. His bare upper body. He, with the help of Tonks, was wearing a pair of tan suede pants that hung low on his hips, the curve of his hipbones clearly visible for all to see, as well as his well-defined stomach and chest from hours of training he still did daily to keep in shape. Ties held the material together at the front, and thin slashes of suede criss-crossed down his outer thighs, tanned flesh temptingly seen. His upper body was bare except for the collar. Draco could see a faint line of a scar that started at Harry's right side, then curved down into the inside of the pants at the hip.

Harry was himself speechless as he took in Draco's attire for the night. As he had glimpsed before, Draco was wearing black leather pants, not too tight, but snug enough to see the muscles tense under his gaze under the material. They also hung low on the hips, but a bit higher than Harry's did. His upper body he wore a leather and suede vest that was left open, the chest bare. Instead of the collar around his neck, he wore a band of leather around his upper bicep. Harry reached out and ran his fingers up the arm until he touched the thick band of leather. He looked up at Draco.

"Talked to Rolf a bit more on what to expect. He told me the dominant could wear the leather band on the arm or the neck," Draco replied at the unanswered question.

"Right," Harry sighed, reluctantly drawing his gaze away from the site before him to look around the club. "So, drink, then a wander around the club to see if we recognize anyone?"

Draco nodded in agreement, and then reached down to grasp Harry's hand in his. They got their drink, and then slowly walked around the club, stopping occasionally to take the sights in around them. The outskirts of the club held a few bars, with people of both sexes lounging against them, in various states of undress. Some areas held couches, people talking amongst themselves, not minding that there were people writhing, kissing and sucking the other by their sides. The middle of the floor was the dance floor, bodies gyrating against each other, hands roaming under and over clothing. A pre-orgy waiting to happen. Up another level of stairs there was a railing that people leaned against to watch the action below, more skin on skin clearly seen. There were also doors that lined the walls, where they saw people come and go as they pleased.

"Rolf mentioned the rooms are sound proofed," Draco said by Harry's ear to be heard.

"We'll come back, maybe use a charm to hear what might be going on in them," Harry suggested, leading them to another staircase.

The stairs led to yet another level at the back of the club where it overlooked an arena of sorts. Harry and Draco watched as people played out their fantasies. A woman was bound by ankles and wrists while three men were licking her to orgasm, repeatedly. Another area there was a young man pounding into another man from behind while another was in front, his hips thrusting forward into a willing mouth. Behind them stood a larger man with a white beard, his extended belly jiggling with every stroke of the whip he brought down on the back of the young man thrusting into the ass of the other.

"Merlin, from now on I'll have nightmares of Santa Clause whipping me and throwing me into a pit. That is slightly disturbing," Harry groaned, turning his head from the site.

"More disturbing than that man thrusting his whole fist into that other man?" Draco laughed, moving to stand behind Harry, his arms around his waist.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, turning his head to look at Draco.

"We are in a sex club," Draco said. "We are undercover. We have to act like we belong here."

"Right," Harry said, turning his back to his Christmassy nightmare to face Draco, his hands on the blond’s hips to pull him close.

"See anyone from the Remembrance ball?" Draco asked as his face nuzzled into the side of Harry’s neck, his lips by his ear.

"Saw Terrance Higgs by the bar, Hooch from Hogwarts on the dance floor, but I don't think I remember them at the ball," Harry replied, arching his neck back as Draco continued to lick and nibble above the collar. Teeth scraped against a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear, and he couldn't help the reaction of his body as his hips thrust forwards, a moan escaping from his lips.
Draco pushed back, his own growing hardness answering the one that was grinding against him. He felt warm hands on his upper arms; then his body was being pushed back a little.

"We should go below. Maybe we'll see someone down there," Harry suggested, his eyes looking everywhere but at the blue ones that gazed back at him.

Draco stepped back, but kept his hands on Harry's hips, his fingers slipping into the holes at the sides of the pants to touch bare skin. He happened to glance down to see a familiar face. "I see someone," Draco said, taking Harry's hand and leading him down the stairs, and onto the dance floor.

"Who?" Harry asked, putting his arms around Draco's shoulders and swaying to the music against Draco.

"Marcus Flint. He was at the ball near the beginning. I remember him walking out, but don't remember him coming back," Draco replied, guiding Harry closer to the Slytherin and his partner.
Draco couldn't really hear what Marcus and his dancing partner were saying over the loud music, but he kept an eye on them, well, until he felt a tongue brush against his neck. He moved his head so that he was looking at Harry, his eyes following the tongue that darted out to lick dry lips. His hands slid over the suede-covered hips to touch warm skin, his thumbs stroking the hipbone above the material. Warm hands slid into the open front of his vest, sliding around to his back, fingers digging into his skin as their erections ground against each other’s again.

"Harry," Draco moaned, his hands sliding to Harry's lower back to pull him closer.

Harry leaned in to nuzzle the side of Draco's neck, his own hands traveling to Draco's leather-covered ass to pull him even closer. Draco slid his one hand up Harry's back to the back of his neck, his fingers buried in the raven locks as he kept him in place. He broke out of his Draco haze when he felt the jab of an elbow to his back. He pulled back from the reddened neck and looked back, not missing the small whimper that came from Draco from the loss of contact. He saw Marcus leaving the dance floor, leading his lady up the stairs to where the row of doors was located.

Draco also saw, and went to follow, his hand in Harry's again. He reached down and adjusted the front of his pants, his cock hard against his hand. He saw that Harry was just as affected. He used a bit of wandless magic to hide their very prominent bulges in their pants before going up the stairs. As luck, or not, would have it they lost him when they reached the upper level.

"Subauscutare," Harry whispered to himself before leaning against the first door. He pulled Draco to him again. Draco whispered the same spell to eavesdrop on any conversations in the rooms, nibbled on Harry’s neck as they both listened. Two women talking about kids between moans.

Draco smirked and pulled him away from that door to go to the next, bracing his hands on either side of Harry's head. They heard something slap against flesh, and then moans of pleasure before the next hit went down. They listened for a few minutes, but found nothing of interest.

They went to the next door. This time Draco turned Harry around so his back was to his chest. Harry put his ear to the door, closing his eyes as he felt Draco drape his body against his back, an erection grinding against his backside. He looked over his shoulder, his lips covered with Draco's in a hungry kiss. Hands were sliding up and down his stomach and chest, and he couldn't help responding.

"Keep listening," Draco huskily said by his ear after he broke away from the kiss.

Harry put his ear to the door and listened, trying very hard, but not really succeeding in ignoring the hands that slid over his body, fingers pinching his nipples.

'We were supposed to wait until the next attempt. Too soon after the other one. The Aurors suspect.'

'Potter and Malfoy,' the female scoffed. 'They can't be with her all the time.'

'It could have been me,' the male voice said sternly. 'We have to stick with the plan. Wait for the right time.'

'The right time is now. No more waiting.'

'I will say when the right time is,' the man said.


Harry looked back at Draco, giving a slight nod before pressing his ear to the door again. He heard what sounded like a whip hitting bare skin.


'On your knees,' the man said.

A brief moment of silence, the sound of buckles being fastened or unfastened.

'I only want what we both want,' the woman said.

'What I want is for you to put that pretty little mouth to better use,' the man said.


Harry didn't hear too much more conversation, just moaning and grunting in the room. He backed up and turned around. "Sounds like an older man and a woman. Don't think I recognize the woman's voice. The man's is deep, authoritative. Could be anyone really," Harry sighed. "The room could be altering the sound of the voices through the door too."

Draco pulled back and looked back to see the couch in front of the door was empty. "Well, we'll just sit and wait until they come out," he said, sitting down and pulling Harry down on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, trying to get up.

"Still playing a role here Harry," Draco said, opening his legs for Harry to slide between them.

"Well, I think you're getting a little too much into your role," Harry said, leaning back against Draco. "What about Theo?"

Draco's hands stopped their meandering over Harry's chest. "Can we not talk about him right now?" he said by Harry's ear. His lips pressing against the racing pulse. 'Just want to touch,' he thought to himself as his hand slid down Harry's stomach, over the soft suede to press against the hardness there.

"We really shouldn't," Harry groaned, pushing up into that hand.

"No, we shouldn't," Draco replied. "But we're here. No one knows us here." His hands slid up and down Harry's upper thighs, guiding them to lap his.

Harry lay back, his ass pressed against Draco's leather-covered erection, his legs spread before him. His head bent back on Draco's shoulder when those hands slid up his inner thighs. He shifted his hips; his own hand reaching for one of Draco's to guide it over the front of his pants.

Draco rocked against Harry's backside as his hand rubbed against Harry's cock, the other swiftly untying the suede strings that kept him from touching skin. He reached into the open flap, pushing it open more as his fingers closed around the hard flesh. The smell of Harry overwhelmed his senses as he slid his thumb over the glistening head. He brought his hand up, and leaned in to lick the pad of his thumb. He saw Harry follow the movement, and then used that thumb to glide over Harry's lips. His cheek rubbed against Harry's, guiding his head to face forward again. He moaned into Harry's ear when he felt that tongue swirl around his thumb before taking it into his mouth. He reached down with his other hand and fisted Harry's cock, stroking it in time with the tongue that sucked his thumb into the eager mouth.

Harry felt his body tense; his breathing grew even heavier as Draco brought him closer to the edge. He kept his gaze forward, his eyes looking at the hand that stroked his cock, his peripheral vision on the door in front of him. The thumb left his mouth, making a wet trail down his cheek, his neck, then down to his side. He reached behind him, and pressed his hand against Draco's erection, pressing and rubbing, over and over again.

"Harry," Draco panted, reaching down to stop Harry's hand over his cock, the leather pulsing against hands as he came. "Cum for me Harry. Want to hear you," he breathlessly said, by Harry's ear as he twisted his hand around Harry's cock.

Harry’s hands gripped the outside of Draco's legs as he thrust up, his cum shooting over his stomach and Draco's hand. They both heard the door open in front of them. Draco placed his hand over Harry's cock, covering whatever modesty one keeps in a place like this. They each got a good look at the man and woman before looking away, before their eyes could meet the others.

The woman was wearing a long cloak, the hood hanging down her upper back. Her hair was black, held up in a long ponytail. Her face was unmarked, her ears unadorned with any jewelry. Over the top part of her face, she wore a red velvet mask, the eyes a deep brown in color. Beneath the robe, she was wearing what appeared to be a red bodice of some kind that cut low between her breasts. On her neck, they noticed the green collar of a submissive, but also a small tattoo on the back of her neck that would otherwise be hidden by her hair. A tattoo of a small jeweled dagger, a drop of blood at the tip.

The man also wore a cloak but it was left open, revealing snug pants that were tucked into knee high leather boots. He wore a red silk shirt open to the waist, a black collar around his neck. Just below the collar, where neck met shoulder, there was a diamond shaped white scar. The hair was dark brown, with a hint of grey. He also wore a mask that covered his upper face. Green eyes met theirs in a brief glance before turning away.

Harry reached down and hurriedly tied the front of his pants back up. Draco was also standing and looking over the railing, trying to see the two mysterious cloaked figures among the other bodies. He looked down at the entrance and saw many others in long cloaks, their hoods up over their heads. He turned to see Harry starting to go down the stairs. He rushed over to him and pulled him back up. He saw the determined look on the Gryffindor's face, and nodded before taking his hand and rushing to the entrance.

Harry and Draco rushed out of the club, getting curious looks among the people that waited in line to get in. Harry saw how hopeless it was when he saw all the people wearing cloaks. He couldn't even tell if they were male or female most of the time. He combed his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Why didn't we just grab them upstairs?" He said to Draco when he came up to him on the street.

"Because we need positive proof of what they're doing," Draco said, leading Harry back to the entrance of the club where the guy let them back in. "We don't even know who they are for sure."

"Yes, but they have markings," Harry grinned. "That they most likely didn't think to glamour over. It's a start."

"And we know that it’s at least two people planning the assassination attempts. A man and a woman. More than we knew earlier today," Draco said, smiling to the coat check girl behind the counter as he slipped on his leather duster.

"Little late to report to Kingsley," Harry said, looking at his watch. "I think I'm going to head home."

Draco nodded his head in agreement. "Harry, about tonight……”

Harry held up his hand. "No. Things got a little carried away in there. Not that it didn't feel really good," Harry grinned, "but it shouldn't have happened. You have Theo waiting for you at home. You should get going home too."

"Yeah, Theo," Draco softly said. "See you at the office then?"

"First thing," Harry grinned. "Oh, and don't forget to," he motioned to his neck, "maybe Glamour your neck. I'm sure Theo wouldn't appreciate you marked like that."

Draco reached up and touched his neck, feeling the tenderness. He watched as Harry Disapparated away from the alleyway that was beside the club, before disappearing from the site himself. Once outside of his home, he took the Glamour off of him, used a cleansing spell, then Glamoured any kind of markings on his body from that night.

He quietly made his way into the loft, and undressed, looking down at his sleeping boyfriend. He slid under the covers, smiling to himself when Theo shifted closer to him in sleep and cuddled to his side. He wrapped his one arm around his back, thinking to himself that he wished it were another dark-haired man beside him in the bed instead.

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