The Ruby Ruse

Status/Part: 6/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM
Key words: M/M, Smut, Humour(?), WAFF

Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happen 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.

Beta: A Fiend (that’s a friend without the R) Thank you fiend.

From last chapter: Harry and Draco discover each other and just who is the miscreant. Harry has a tantrum, Draco laughs at him, and Harry fumes. The Slytherin tells Harry he can laugh at him next time he goes off, telling Harry he’s had more practice at tantrums and it would probably be funnier to watch.

Chapter 6

Draco picked up Harry’s hand and kissed his palm. Harry sighed and laid his head on Draco’s shoulder.

“I should get on with this. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can get away. I’m still reeling from discovering who is responsible. Watch what happens to this one with what I call “The Ruby Booby-Trap”. I thought it was funny when I cast it. Look.”

Harry waved his wand and the TV began again. Draco gave it his attention until the person tried to leave. The right side of the hair turned Gryffindor red while the left turned coal black. Draco sniggered. Harry chuckled.

“Watch Draco. No Matter what spell is tried, it won’t change until I lift it or cause it to do something else. I did put another spell there to change the red side into neon colours every 20 hours. That will make sure the perp will be seen marked in public and at work.”

Draco got the giggles. “Oh Harry, that’s good. Half black, half neon. Don’t some Muggles do that on purpose? Do you think the idiot will even catch the significance? I’ve never understood messing with hair like that.”

The Gryffindor whimpered. “Draco with hair as perfect as yours, no one dares to mess with it.”

Draco snorted. “Oh Harry, I have something to add to it when we see the twit again. I’m feeling evil. Let’s work out a spell to charm the hair to grow two inches each time it changes colour. We have to make sure each section remains that colour as it grows. If “dumbo” tries to cut it, it will grow right back and in the same colours.”

Harry was concentrating on Draco’s idea. “Why don’t we take it one step further? The day after the hair changes colours let his eyebrows and pubes change to match and then his eye colouring change to clash?”

The two began to laugh and roll on the bed. The laughter echoed through the house, bringing smiles to the house-elves. The two managed to roll into each other, immediately ceasing the laughter. Eyes bored into the other as the tension built again. They were never sure which one moved first, but both came together in one move.

Lips crashed together as seeking tongues tried forcing into the other’s mouth. Hands began stroking and cupping bare skin. Both broke the kiss to stare at each other.

“Draco, do you feel this intensity with your other lovers?”

The blond looked at Harry before answering. He wondered how the Gryffindor would take the information.

“Harry, I have to tell you the truth and I can prove it to you if you need me to.” A deep breath helped steady him as he took the biggest step of his life.

“Harry, I have never felt this intense with another. I won’t call them lovers because they were only there to assuage a physical ache. I’ve also never brought them here. It also never lasted more than a Friday night and Saturday. I have a flat in London we’d use. I’ll never take you there.” The blond stopped and frowned as Harry pulled in a deep breath.

The Slytherin was fast to explain as he saw confusion cross the Gryffindor’s face. “It’s not that I don’t want you there. That is a place for convenience only. You don’t belong there; you are more than a convenience to me. I always dreamed of bringing you here, to my home. I’ve dreamed of this for years, really I have. I know it’s hard to accept this all at once, just give me a chance to prove it to you.”

Draco halted and held his breath. At this moment he was more scared than he had ever been meeting the Dark Lord. This was his future and he’d just let it all fall from his mouth while lying naked and vulnerable with his lover.

Harry looked at the Slytherin. Draco had no idea how much the Gryffindor wanted to believe what he’d just been told. He, too, had been having yearnings for the blond for years. He had just one question before he revealed a few things also.

“Draco, who else knows of your feelings and desires, if anyone?”

Draco Malfoy looked shocked down to his toes. Out of all the questions he’d anticipated, that wasn’t one of them. Sheepishly, he answered.

“There is only one who knows the full extent of my feelings for you besides me. Blaise has been a true friend for as long as I can remember. He’s also my boss, confidant, protector and counselor of the heart when I need it. He’s the one who had to approve my professional assignment to this case. He’s the one who told me to tell you the truth, all of it, if you asked. He’s the one who promised to extract revenge if I got hurt.”

Harry began chuckling. Draco frowned. Harry laughed harder.

“Oh Goddess, that’s just perfect. You have a male version of Hermione. She’s the exact same with me. Can you imagine us getting them together? I know it wouldn’t be a sexual relationship from her side, but can you imagine the formidable front they would present? The two of them would have made Voldemort cringe. We should have introduced them years ago.”

By now Draco was giggling along with Harry. After several minutes of the chuckle fest, they both calmed down enough to face each other, heads propped up on bent arms and the other hand running up and down the other’s arm.

If a person had been in the room with them, they would have seen heated glances back and forth. Harry’s hand moved up to work through the blond’s tresses. “Gods, Draco, your hair is absolutely gorgeous. It’s better than it was in Hogwarts.”

Draco blushed at the compliment, his eyelids fluttered closed and he bent his head. A sudden gasp from him had Harry’s full attention as he jerked his head back up. An evil smirk Harry had missed since they left school appeared on the blond’s face.

“Wait right here. I think I have the last piece to the physical side of the revenge. I just have to get it out of the bathroom.”

It was Draco jumping from the bed in all his naked glory and went running for the bathroom. Running back, he jumped on the bed, landing next to Harry. He held a tall bottle out for Harry to read. The brunet looked at it, held it, read the label and began laughing in earnest again.

“Oh for the love of Merlin, Draco, don’t tell me you use this on your hair?”

The blond looked affronted as he removed the bottle to the bedside table and made a tsk sound. “Of course I use it, Harry. How do you think I manage this without it? You should know by now that all good practical jokes start with something useful that evolves. It’s just like the most convincing lie has at least a grain of truth in it. Now do you see how we can use this?” The right eyebrow arched up, while he waited for an answer.

Harry laughed out loud, holding his stomach. This was going to be the final coup in his revenge.

“Merlin, he’ll never live it down. Imagine finding out that it was the Slow to Wane Hair Shine by the Weasley twins that made his neon hair reflective of day and shine twice as bright in the moonlight. This is just too good. Now to get this all in place. Twinkle will switch the contents of the bottles for us at his place. I’ve already bespelled him with the red and black hair. We just have to get him somewhere to finish the other spells. I know how to get him to my house, then to place it on him without him knowing.”

Harry looked lost in thought when he stopped talking. Anyone who knew him well could see the Slytherin side of him emerging and it meant something was definitely brewing in his fertile mind. He already had a plan in mind to get the “little bugger” to his house and it would be so easy and unexpected, but Harry knew no one would refuse this request.

Harry was pulled away from his musing in a most satisfactory way. Draco had rolled on top of him, initiating tasting, teasing and tormenting until they finally got serious about their actions. Without knowing what had happened, Draco found himself on his back with his legs bent and spread open on either side of Harry. The brunet took his time. They had loved and had sex through the night before, this was different. This morning and now, they had learned to touch, to tease, to bring small pleasures. Harry wanted more now, and with slow deliberation he had his more and Draco had him.

They both had a much needed nap afterwards.

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