Unintended Consequences

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Unintended Consequences



Chapter 6





BOY WHO LIVED CAUGHT IN GAY SEX RING

EX-FIANCE REVEALS ALL









The Boy Who Lived is once again the subject of controversy. Sources close to Ginny Weasley, who was to have been bonded with Harry Potter yesterday evening at the Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, revealed that the ceremony was crashed by members of a gay sex ring. One of the members, it was reported—local celebrity, Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune and Senior Potions Master with the Ministry of Magic—led the band of young men into the chapel in what has been described as an attack of vigilante proportions. It seems that Harry Potter, one of the Ministry’s most highly decorated Aurors, is also a member of this cultist sex ring and had planned to abandon his wife after the ceremony to engage in numerous acts of debauchery in a club known as Gay Boys Abandoned. His cult-mates, however, decided to jump the gun and steal him away from his intended bride, breaking the bonding at the very last minute, causing Mr. Potter to bond with Mr. Malfoy instead of Ms. Weasley. Rita Skeeter was invited to speak to the aggrieved ex-fiancé in an exclusive interview for the Daily Prophet, and reports here directly from the source.



“There were at least ten of them,” Ms. Weasley reported. “And they were all wearing leather pants and carrying whips! It was awful!” Ms. Weasley was overcome as she told our reporter of the carnage that ensued from the kidnapping. Apparently Mr. Malfoy Apparated Mr Potter to a secret location, leaving the rest of his deviant gang to destroy what was left of the bonding celebrations.



“It was chaos,” George Weasley, brother of the bride, testified. “Ginny was beside herself. We don’t blame Harry, though.” Mr. Weasley recalled that the event happened just as the final blessing was about to take place. Mr. Malfoy insinuated himself between the bride and her groom and managed to whisk Mr. Potter away after practically raping him on the dais.



The bride’s mother, Mrs. Molly Weasley, concurred. “It was disgusting! Ginny just couldn’t cope at all.” She had to restrain her daughter several times when Ms. Weasley became hysterical. Well, who wouldn’t be overcome when their intended groom was kidnapped at the crucial moment?



The Ministry of Magic reports that they are currently undertaking investigations into the incident and several Aurors have been assigned to the case. If proven guilty of kidnapping and lewd behaviour in public, Mr. Malfoy could face up to two years in Azkaban and a fine of ten thousand galleons. Full report, p.3.



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“What the fuck?” Harry angrily threw the paper down onto the table in front of Draco. “Have a look at this!” Harry stood up, scraping his chair back roughly, and began pacing the room in fury.



Draco looked up from his tea with a frown when the paper hit the table in front of him. “What is it? Paparazzi again?” He eagerly pulled the paper toward him, hoping the photos were flattering. Well, of course, it was difficult to take a bad photo of someone as utterly photogenic as himself, he noted, but still, he hoped they’d got his good side. He had a very small wrinkle at the corner of his left eye—not that you could even see it unless you were really close—but his right side was just ever-so-fractionally better. Pulling his reading glasses out of his pocket, he popped them on his nose to examine the front-page photograph, which wasn’t too bad at all. Well, well, being attached to Harry did have its perks, he smirked inwardly to himself.



The photo, which showed him kissing Harry in the kitchen of Harry’s London flat, was quite flattering, for the most part, although half of his face was hidden. Harry certainly looked entirely lustful, as if nothing and no one else in the world existed besides Draco. Harry was almost worshipping him with his lips. Hmmmm. Draco bet that would flutter more than a few hearts—no doubt they’d be receiving owls by the dozen before the morning was over.



“Nice picture, Harry. You look absolutely smitten. Good job!” He smirked over at Harry, who was staring at him in disbelief.



“W-what? Wh-what photo?” Harry sputtered as he marched back to the table to pick up the paper again. “What about the headlines! The story, Draco! Didn’t you read it?” Harry shoved the paper under Draco’s nose, causing him to sit back abruptly and frown again. Taking the paper out of Harry’s hand, he looked more closely at the front page. After scanning the headline and first paragraph, he looked back up at Harry, barely suppressing a chuckle.



“Are you kidding me? Who’d ever believe that rubbish?” Draco began to chuckle softly as he continued to read. “Leather pants and whips? Oh, Lord, that’s just too, too much!” He began to really laugh out loud when he read the part about raping Harry on the dais. “I raped you? On the dais, of all places? In… in public?” Draco doubled over with laughter and clutched his stomach. “Oh, get me a recording of that! Please! I’ll add it to my collection of Draco Does Dallas videos.” With that he almost fell off his chair, tears streaming from his eyes.



Harry rolled his eyes as he took the paper back and went over the story again. He shook his head at Draco, who was trying to regain control over his laughter. Wiping his eyes with a cloth napkin, Draco finally managed to calm down, though he could still feel the giggles bubbling just under the surface. Finally regaining his composure, he reached over and took the paper out of Harry’s hand and threw it on a nearby console.



“Harry, if people are going to believe that rubbish, then they’re even more stupid than I thought. As if the Ministry of Magic would waste valuable resources on investigating such claptrap.” He looked up at Harry, who was nodding, finally, and even smiling slightly.



“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He frowned again, though, as he sat back in his chair. “They’ve blamed you, though, and that’s not right. It was all my fault. You were drunk and I could have protested when you broke into the bonding.” He looked at Draco worriedly, and Draco thought the little creases on his forehead were just endearing beyond belief. Harry was staring at him with such adorable sincerity, Draco was tempted to just jump across the table and take him right there. Harry’s eyes began to widen as Draco continued to gaze at him in lustful contemplation.



“What?” Harry asked.



Draco suddenly came back to himself. “Oh, nothing. Sorry, I was just thinking.”



“About what?” Now Harry had his curious face on and Oh! If that wasn’t even more adorable! Draco wanted to eat Harry right up—or at least, eat him all over, if you know what I mean. Ahem.



Harry had slept in Draco’s bed last night, at Draco’s insistence—for the good of ‘the story,’ of course. It wouldn’t do for reporters to hear that Harry had slept in the guest bedroom, now would it? Harry didn’t seem to mind at all. Indeed, they’d barely slept, Draco remembered smugly. Harry had been all over him, insisting on ravishing him again—just to be certain of the bond, he’d said—and they’d woken late this morning wrapped in each other’s arms. Harry’s arm had been thrown across Draco’s chest and their legs had been entwined in the most seductive manner. Draco had carefully rolled onto his side and wiggled back against Harry until his arse rubbed erotically against the other man. Feigning sleep, he’d languidly acquiesced when Harry had awoken moments later with morning wood and begged to violate Draco for the third time in twelve hours. Oh, yes, this was going to be much easier than he’d thought. Though it might be nice to top once in a while, he mused.



“Oh, um, nothing at all, really.” Draco fluttered his eyelashes seductively at Harry and was pleased when Harry flushed pink. “I was just thinking how cute you look when you’re mad.” He reached across the table then, and grazed his thumb gently across the crease in Harry’s forehead before bringing his palm down to cup Harry’s cheek. Harry nuzzled into it and turned his head slightly to kiss the skin of Draco’s palm, sliding his slightly parted lips across the soft flesh before reaching for Draco’s hand with his own and drawing his tongue lightly up the middle finger. Draco gasped when Harry slid the digit into his mouth and began to suck softly. Oh…. Harry pulled the finger slowly out of his mouth, hollowing his cheeks in a way that made Draco squirm in his seat and adjust his trousers. Then Harry was kissing the tender skin on the inside of his wrist—butterfly kisses that barely ghosted over the flesh as Harry’s lips moved languorously up his arm, stopping to suck at the pale inside of Draco’s elbow. Oooooh….



Draco was leaning so far over the table by this time that their faces were almost touching. Draco could feel the other man’s breath huff his skin, could smell the clean fragrance of his hair as it brushed against his chin, and nearly swooned when Harry eventually lifted his head and lightly touched his lips to Draco’s. Oh… Harry. Draco’s heart leapt out of his chest as Harry placed chaste kisses against his mouth, gently nibbling the plump flesh of Draco’s bottom lip. As their breathes mingled, Draco thought he could die happy, right here, right now, it was so perfect.



“Ahem. Master Draco?” Draco jerked back at the intrusion and looked furiously at Naesy who was again bobbing on the carpet in from of him, her fingers splayed over her eyes. “There is someone wanting to see Master Draco, sir.” Draco eyed Naesy suspiciously. He knew she could see through those fingers!



“Naesy! How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you enter a room?”



“Naesy is so, so sorry, Master Draco! Perhaps Master Draco would like to beat Naesy?” She looked at him hopefully, her head nodding fiercely and her big black eyes wide in anticipation.



“Whoever it is, tell them to go away.” Draco sat back in his chair and Naesy pouted.



“Yes, Master Draco.” She bowed and disappeared with a pop. She was back within minutes, however, her chin trembling with fear. “Master Draco? The man says he is from the Ministry of Magic and he needs to see you urgently!” She stood there wringing her hands, and Draco looked over at Harry with a frown, before finally relenting with a heavy sigh. Surely they couldn’t really be investigating him? The report in the Prophet was sheer lunacy, even for Rita Skeeter. Gay sex ring, indeed. Well, we’ll see about this, thought Draco.



“Oh, let him in then.” Draco sat back in his chair, an annoyed look on his face.



“I’m sure it’s just a formality,” Harry offered with a shrug. “I am an Auror. Surely they know I can look after myself.”



The door opened and Naesy hurried in, leading Kingsley Shacklebolt behind her. The Head Auror bowed slightly when Draco and Harry stood up.



“Kingsley,” Harry nodded.



“Do have a seat,” Draco indicated a chair at the end of their table. “Tea?”



“Thank-you, no. As you are no doubt aware, I am here in official business,” Shacklebolt took the proffered chair and seated himself, his hands clasped on the table. “The Ministry has been informed that you, Mr. Malfoy, engaged in public debauchery and kidnapping this evening just past. Is that correct?”



“Are you nuts, Shacklebolt?” Harry stood up so suddenly his chair fell over backwards. “Do I look like I’m here under duress?”



Shacklebolt sat back and looked at Harry for some moments before answering. “That is not the point, Harry. We have to follow up these allegations, you know that.” He turned to Draco again to resume his questioning. “Is it true, Mr. Malfoy, that you sexually assaulted Mr. Potter on the dais of the chapel in Ottery St. Catchpole last evening?”



“I bloody kissed him, for God’s sake! I wouldn’t call that sexual assault!” Draco rolled his eyes and sat back, folding his arms crossly.



“Nevertheless, Ms Weasley reports that you did, in fact, assault her fiancé. And we have reason to believe that it was a set-up.” Shacklebolt sat forwards then and leered at Draco. “A sex ring, Mr. Malfoy, if I am not mistaken. A gay sex ring.”



Harry rolled his eyes this time. “Look, Kingsley, there’s no gay sex ring. There weren’t ten mad, leather-clad sex-fiends at the chapel. It was just Draco and me. And we were just snogging. Snogging!”



“But Ms. Weasley said she saw you two engaged in homosexual acts!” Shacklebolt leered at Draco again and moved a bit closer to him, leaning his chin on his hand. “Why don’t you tell me about it, Mr. Malfoy.”



“We were at my flat! In my bed!” Harry was really getting worked up now. “She intruded on us!”



“Harry’s right,” Draco cut in angrily, “We were two informed adults having sex in the privacy of Harry’s home! I don’t think that qualifies as lewd public behaviour at all!”



“Perhaps you’d like to demonstrate for me,” Shacklebolt asked hopefully, “and let me be the judge.”



Harry suddenly grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him to his feet. “Excuse us for a moment, Kingsley. I need to discuss something with Draco.” Draco followed him out the room and into the hallway.



“What the fuck is going on with Shacklebolt? He’s positively leering at you!” Harry hissed so they wouldn’t be heard.



“I know! It’s creepy.” Draco shuddered and made a face. “Ewwww!”



“Look, I don’t know if this is someone’s idea of a practical joke, or what. Let’s just try to get rid of him, okay?” Harry peered around the edge of the door, but Shacklebolt’s back was to him. “I’ll tell him we’re busy and that we’ll go down for questioning first thing tomorrow.” Draco nodded in response, straightening his shirt as he followed Harry back into the room.



“Kingsley! What are you doing?” Harry stared at the Head Auror in shock. Draco peered over Harry’s shoulder and blanched. Shacklebolt was sitting on the sofa, naked except for a pair of white leather chaps and a white leather thong. He was casually flicking a white leather whip across the arm of the sofa.



“Come on, boys! I know what you’re up to.” Shacklebolt stood up and moved stealthily towards them, his smooth black chest glistening with sweat and his white thong tenting ominously. “Let’s forget all about this little… investigation … shall we, and get down to, er… business.” He flicked the whip in the air, making a loud cracking sound.



“Naesy!” Draco bellowed at the top of his voice. The diminutive house-elf appeared almost immediately.



“Yes, Master Draco?” She bowed low, then looked up, her eyes going even wider than usual at the sight of before her.



“Please show Auror Shacklebolt out,” Draco was backing towards the door, as the Head Auror continued advancing on them.



“Er, yes, we, er, have an appointment this morning.” Harry moved in front of Draco. “Let’s take this up at a later sate, shall we? Draco and I are happy to go down to, er…”



Shacklebolt advanced on them with more speed until they were backed up against the wall. “Go down… Oh, yes, I like the sound of that.” He leaned forward until his face was almost flush with Harry’s and licked his lips.



Draco squeeked—a sound he would later refer to as a growl—and, grabbing Harry around the waist, quickly Apparated them to his private suite.



“Fuck me! What was that?” He released Harry and fell onto the bed in utter relief. Harry drew out his wand and carefully cast several locking spells on the door before dropping down beside Draco.



“I have no idea!” Flopping back onto the bed, Harry rubbed his face wearily. “Has everybody gone completely mad?”



Crack!



“Master Draco, there are two more gentleman here to see you.” Naesy bowed low. “They are Mr. George Weasley and Mr. Fred Weasley.”



“God! Why won’t they all just leave us be?” Harry moaned.



“Maybe they’re here to explain things… or to apologise,” Draco replied, patting Harry consolingly on the arm. Being the Boy Who Lived certainly seemed to carry a burden of publicity, Draco thought ruefully. Even he was starting to get annoyed by all the attention. Were they ever going get five minutes to themselves? How was he supposed to work his plan when they were constantly being interrupted.



“Fine, let’s see what they have to say.” Harry sat up with a heavy sigh.



“Naesy, please see them into the downstairs library.” Naesy immediately disappeared with a pop. Hopping up off the bed, Draco held out his hand to the other man and smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring.



As they walked down the stairs, Harry still griping about their lack of privacy, Draco thought he heard a strange buzzing sound coming from somewhere. Cocking his ear curiously, he thought it sounded like it was coming from the library. Frowning, he turned to Harry, who had stopped on the second bottom stairs to listen as well. After listening for a few moments, he shrugged and continued to follow Draco into the library.



“So, we hear you might be in need of some kinky sex toys,” Fred held out a large vibrating plastic penis, studded with gems up and down each side. It buzzed and vibrated violently in Fred’s hand.



“And we also have these fantastic cock rings. Guaranteed to make you last.” George opened his robes and indicated his own exposed penis, which was sporting a sparkly gold ring around its base and was fully, painfully erect.



“We’re happy to demonstrate them for you.” The twins chorused together, Fred also opening his robes to reveal a see-through thong and two nipple rings that appeared to be rotating all by themselves.



Draco looked at Harry in horror, but Harry was advancing menacingly on the twin Weasleys. “Get the fuck out of here before I hex you both into next week!”