An Auror a Day

A/N ~ this started off as a rp between me and and old rp partner but since it was a good story line, I’ve decided to post it and finish it. So far there are 12 chapters that we rp’d so it’s not all mine.

I do not own, nor am I gaining profit from this story. 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.

Chapter Five

The silence in the room was deafening. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? Every other time he had fucked someone they had left as soon as it was over. And he liked it that way. Sex was no big deal. Except now, it was different. Harry wasn't going anywhere and that was not like any other shag he had had before now. It was so much more intense, needy, passionate... mindblowing. He walked over to the counters, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and picked up the glass of wine that he had put there earlier.

Harry watched, a look of interest on his face trying to cover the shyness. He really wanted to go somewhere quiet and sort through his feelings. Starting with why he felt this need to submit to Draco. Well... it was more of a Draco pushed him down and he didn’t fight. But that was beside the point. The point being that Harry never normally let himself get in such a position. And suddenly, here, in Malfoy Manor with Draco... he needed to sort it out.

He was about to tell Draco no more wine, but he considered how Draco could use the mindblowing sex in that argument. They could have easily been attacked, and Harry wouldn’t have cared as long as Draco was still attempting to shove him through the table. Instead, he walked carefully to the sink and began to wash what was there.

Draco watched Harry washing up for a while. Then watched him drying. Then watched him putting the plates away. Then it got too much. He slipped out of the kitchen, swiping the packet of cigarettes off the side as he went. He would be fine on his own for a few minutes, he was only going across the hall to sit in the drawing room. He sat down what was usually his father's high backed chair and stared at the embers in the fireplace glowing faintly. He still felt buzzed from what happened but he also had a gnawing feeling in his gut. Nervousness. He and Harry had went from not talking, to fighting, to flirting, to fucking in the space of a few hours and now they were... where? Where did this put them? He looked down at the cigarettes in his hand and didn't think twice about taking one out and lighting it. Maybe he shouldn't have judged his mother so harshly about smoking. It really did calm the nerves.

Harry sighed when heard Draco leave. He didn’t follow, though. Instead he looked around the kitchen and found a hidden bar of chocolate in the fridge. Chocolate had always calmed his nerves; something Remus had gotten him into. He tried to sit at the table, but being that close to where it happened... he kept getting replays in his mind and he growled at himself.

After about ten minutes of self moping (and consuming of a rather expensive bar of chocolate), Harry padded down the hall in search of Draco. Whom he found smoking, lips curled around the cigarette. Dammit!

“We should... probably... talk.”

In those short ten minutes, Draco had got himself extremely wound up. He didn't regret what happened at all; he just wished he had thought it through first. Then he might have realised there was a high likelihood of this weirdness occurring. They had jumped in head first instead of taking it one step at a time and now they were screwed. At least, Draco thought they were. He had convinced himself that he just made this whole situation a million times worse. If he felt awkward with Harry being around before today, it was nothing compared to now. He gritted his teeth when he heard Harry. "Talk then." He muttered, not being able to keep the anger from his voice.

“I wouldn’t change what happened between us,” he began, telling himself not to act shy or blush, or shift on his face. God’s sake, Potter, you’re hardly a virgin! He snapped at himself, ignoring the voice that said he was... there.

“I... are you going to request a replacement?”

Draco let out a small laugh and threw his cigarette butt into the grate. "What do you think?" He asked in a sour voice. He didn't comment about what just happened. The atmosphere between them wasn't going to be any fun but he would prefer this rather than having some other cunty Auror who kicked him about like a dog.

“Look, I’d try to apologise,” for what? Acting like a cock-hungry whore who wanted to be pounded into the table. There’s nothing to apologise for. You ARE a cock-hungry whore and you just want to jump him again don’t you Potter? “But... I enjoyed it. It was... guh!”

"How many people have you slept with, Harry?" Draco just came right out with it. If he was going to explain himself he might as well do it properly, even if that showed him to be a little bit of a slut. "And what happened?" He held his hand up there and rephrased the question. "As in, what happened after you had finished fucking?”

Harry blushed. “I’ve... slept... I’ve had two boyfriends.” He stammered, coughing. They weren’t long term boyfriends. A few months and a few blowjobs, and he’d shagged them. A few times. He thought he knew what Draco was asking, but he wouldn’t tell him that.
“We usually... curled up together after.”

"Curled up. Right." Draco nodded and lit another cigarette. He would get his mother some more when this was all over. "I've never had a significant other. I've had a string of fucks. Never the same person twice and once we were done, they were out the door. Which is why this is so fucking awkward for me right now. I don't know what to say or do. We've went from not knowing each other at all to knowing what each other looks like when we come." He took a deep drag of his cigarette and let his head hit the back of the chair. "Maybe it would be easier to ask for a replacement."*

Harry clenched his jaw. His nasty inner-voice (this time sounding like Snape) asked him what he expected, it was Malfoy after all. But he was surprised at the feeling of pain that went through him at that; Harry didn’t do one night stands. And the feeling of being a used whore didn’t make him feel lustful at this point.

“I understand,” he said, complimenting himself on how neutral his voice was. “I’ll owl Kingsley.” He turned to leave the room, to find Hedwig and some parchment.

"Harry.." Draco growled and threw his cigarette into the grate again as he got up to follow the other man. "I said it would be easier, not that I wanted someone else." He caught hold of Harry's wrist just before they got to the doorway and turned him around. He actually looked remorseful. "Just because I feel awkward doesn't mean I want you to go.” But I'm not admitting that I really, really want you to stay either.

“It’s okay,” he started, but the look on Draco’s face near melted him. He thought he’d known Draco long enough to read between the lines. He frowned briefly and nodded, a slight smile flicking across his mouth.

“We could try being friends, Draco. That might combat the awkwardness.” He said, suddenly shy once more.

"Words are easier than actions though, Harry... believe me I know. I've said I'd do something and never been able to follow through many times before." He cringed a little and sighed. "How exactly do we go about 'being friends'?"

“Well we could talk. Or... it’d be loads easier if we had a chessboard. You could bemoan my worthlessness.” Even as he said it, he had a smirk on his face, just so Draco knew he was teasing. “Anything other than silence and reading. I would even beg for anything other than that!”

Talking - no. No way. Draco had a feeling that would lead to dodgy territory. "There might be a chessboard knocking about somewhere. You can help me look. Just... don't open any photo albums, okay?" He knew that would make Harry do just so and in a way wanted the other to come across pictures of baby Draco in his tiny suits. It meant Harry would call him 'cute' again. Though if he did, the blonde would huff and pretend not to like it.*

Bone-weary – they’d spent the rest of the day searching for that chessboard and didn’t find it (incidentally Harry owled Kingsley and, after receiving a Howler about how he was supposed be looking after Draco not entertaining him, to which Harry sent a curse back, and explained they’d entertain themselves hexing each other, Kingsley acquiesced and was going to mail a chessboard and random other games) – Harry slid into bed. He smiled slightly remembering baby-Draco and he couldn’t resist looking around his room for the matching green and silver stuffed dragons. The sight of Draco sucking the tail of one and hold the other as if it was a blanket had made Harry go ‘awwww how cute’ out loud.

Draco was already in bed, reading a book he had came across in a cabinet downstairs. He had waited until Harry had gone for his bedtime shower before rushing over to a trunk in the corner that held all his childhood toys and locked it. He would not have Harry digging out his stuffed dragons and teasing him. Not in a million years. He had huffed about Harry's comment but was secretly grinning like an idiot inside. He felt Harry getting into bed but didn't look up from his book. They were still as far apart as they had been for the previous god knows how many nights but tonight Draco hadn't put on his usual white vest to match the grey sweatpants. He hated sleeping in clothes anyway and Harry had seen all of him now, so what did it matter if he was devoid of a top?

“Something interesting?” Harry asked with a yawn, sinking into the pillow and turning to his side to face Draco, not blushing when he saw him topless. Well... not much. He yawned again and stretched in bed, wincing as he twinged his arse.

“I had fun today. You looked cute in those dragon pyjamas,” he teased.

Draco casually turned a page in his book, the corners of his mouth twitching and picked up his wand off the sheets. He gave it a flick without looking up and seen the pillows next to him lift up and bounce off Harry's head a few times. "Don't get smart." He turned another page.

“Oi!” Harry said, grabbing them out of the air, whacking Draco’s head with them before placing them right over his book. “I’ll get smart if I want to. Hey... you admitted I was smart!” he teased.

“M’tired.”

Draco knocked the pillows out the way and carried on reading. "Go to sleep then." He muttered, closing his book a few seconds later and settling down himself. He didn't want to look hostile and turn away but he didn't want to lie facing Harry either so inside he rolled on to his front and shoved his hands under the pillows. His head was turned toward Harry but the pillow was that fluffy, it could barely be seen for the material.