Catch Me If You Can

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“Bonjour mesdames et messieurs, bienvenu au Club Exotique.”

Harry slipped through the crowd, his eyes traveling over the low lit room. On the small tables were little candles that seemed to give out a red glow. Dark red, sparkly tablecloths covered each table.

Most of the guests had drinks and were sitting comfortably, talking quietly as a low, seductive voice floated over the speaker, welcoming them. Lights hung low, giving a warm glow that splashed over the guests.

There were several dark corners in which people were hidden. Harry ignored these and took a seat near the front, a few feet away from a dark red platform that rose near the back of the club. He signaled a pretty waitress over.

“Bonjour monsieur,” the girl greeted him.

“Bonjour,” he replied. “Could I get a martini, dry?”

“Of course, monsieur,” the girl replied, turning and heading to the bar.

Harry turned his attention to the stage where the lights had dimmed and blue and purple lights had centered on the curtain behind it.

“Tonight, we ‘ave the pleasure of a special guest for you all,” the sexy voice of the announcer said, floating over everyone’s head.

The curtains began to rise and Harry glanced up, taking the drink he was offered from the waitress with a quiet “merci.”

He took a sip and sat back, his mouth curling into a smirk as the curtains rose to reveal a figure clouded in shadow.

“Bonne chance,” the announcer murmured quietly as the music started. It was a slow, seductive song, immediately enveloping the crowd in the wonderful vibes of a night in Paris.

Harry watched as the person on stage began to move, swinging his hips with the music, moving gracefully and erotically. Two girls appeared on either side of the man, each scantily clad. Their moves were provocative, mirroring those of the man between them.

The man’s face was hidden, but his body was revealed as he moved, twisting and swaying it with talent. He dropped down to the stage and the girls around him circled like panthers after their prey.

Twisting his shirt, they tore it from his body and the man arched his back, exposing his muscled chest and torso to the crowd. The tempo increased and the man rose, tossing his shirt to the side and pushing away the girls who’d been stroking his body.

They moved to the side, crouching and watching, their eyes burning.

Harry watched as the man weaved his way around the stage easily, putting on a show. The patrons of the club seemed to be enjoying the show. The women’s eyes were glued to the man, watching his every move.

The tone of the music changed from a smoky sexiness to an evocative predator-like beat. The girls on the stage crept carefully around the man dancing in the center, circling him like jaguars zeroing in on their next kill.

Harry took a sip of his drink, ignoring the growing hardness in his lower body. That wasn’t why he was here.

The music was reaching its climax and the man spun around, grabbing one of the girls to him. Together, they swung around the stage, causing women in the audience to growl possessively.

The man dipped the girl low, nearly touching the floor, then swept her up, spinning her around as she showed off her body, writhing to the music that swept up around them, encasing them in their own little world.

The music gave an upswing and the man pulled the girl to him, holding her lower back and as the song gave its last beat, they kissed, hard and long.

Then the lights went out. Harry sat in his chair as they rose again and a slow, melodic tune came on. The stage was empty and the club was filled once more with French sweet nothings whispered in the ears of its patrons.

Harry drained the last of his drink and stood up as the low voice of the announcer floated over the club again.

“We ‘ope you enjoyed, there is more to come.” Then the voice trailed off speaking French in the low, smoky atmosphere.

Harry waded his way through the low tables and chairs. He was reminded of Professor Trelawney’s old classroom, but this was much more sophisticated. Walking past the bar, his waitress gave him a mysterious smile and turned to serve another guest.

Harry watched her for a second before stepping out into a small entrance way. Instead of going outside, he turned to his left and followed a small hallway that wound around to the back of the club. At the end of it, he came to a door, which he opened and slipped inside.

Looking around, he moved to the side, shadowing the wall as he went into the room. It was well-lit and many mirrors hung around it. Racks of clothes stood around the walls and Harry used these to hide himself as he crept into the room.

Finally, rounding a corner, he caught sight of what he wanted. A blond man was putting things into a shoulder bag, looking like he was about to leave. Harry watched him carefully, following him when he grabbed the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the exit.

Harry followed him out the door to a kind of alley, barely lit by the moonlight overhead.

He kept a close eye on the blond man as he moved slowly down the alley. With a pause, he moved closer, springing from the shadows and pinning the man to the stone wall of the next building.

The man struggled for a second but then looked up and stopped. “Potter!”

Harry didn’t give the man a chance to say anything more as his lips were on the other’s, kissing him hard and passionately. He could feel the man responding as he nipped his lower lip, thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth.

His hand was clenched around the blond man’s leather jacket as they kissed. The man returned the kiss in full force, pushing back for control, biting Harry’s lower lip as their teeth clashed and mouths melted together, tongues sliding back and forth, battling for control but neither winning.

With a groan, the blond man finally pushed Harry away, leaving them both panting for breath.

“How the fuck did you find me?”

Harry laughed and smiled, still breathing hard. “You know what they say; performers can’t resist an audience. I knew you’d be here, Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his eyes and shoved Harry further away, straightening his jacket. “Why the fuck are you here?”

“They’re still after you,” Harry said, taking a breath and running a hand through his hair, only messing it up further.

“I think I can handle them. They blew themselves up, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know they’re not the smartest criminals…”

Draco scoffed. “They don’t know which way is up, Potter.”

“The point is, you still need protection.”

Draco gave Harry a patronizing look and turned away, grabbing his bag that had fallen to the ground. “I don’t need protection. You need a therapist. I think maybe you like following me around.” He turned and winked at Harry before starting to walk away, out of the alley.

Harry rolled his eyes and followed. “You’re so full of yourself, Malfoy.”

“Oh yeah?” Draco asked, swinging around carelessly and nearly hitting Harry with his bag as he did. He smirked at Harry before swinging again and taking off down the street, walking carelessly. “Then what was with that little greeting?”

Harry scoffed and took off after Draco, hurrying to catch up to where he was walking, jumping between stones on the ground, past the puddles that were illuminated by the low-hanging streetlamps of Paris.

Harry tried to come up with an explanation and when he couldn’t, Draco stopped, turning around and smirking at him. “Just admit it, you think I’m gorgeous.”

“Oh come off it, Malfoy,” Harry scoffed.

Draco shrugged and moved closer to Harry, running his hand over his shirt and glancing up at him through his darkened silver eyes. “Maybe you should come off,” he whispered, raising his face to Harry’s teasingly, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.

Harry was silent, staring at Malfoy in the darkness. This wasn’t why he was here. He was here to protect Malfoy, whether he wanted to or not.

When Harry didn’t respond for a minute, Draco smirked and stepped back, running a trail down Harry’s chest with his finger before taking it away. “Looks like you’re not ready.”

Harry scowled as Draco took off again, walking down the street. “Not ready for what?”

“To admit it,” Draco said simply, not turning around, forcing Harry to follow him once again.

“Listen, Malfoy,” Harry pressed, catching up with him. “Those guys are still after you. You have something they want.”

“Of course I do,” Draco replied pompously. “I have something everyone wants. Weren’t you watching my dance?”

Harry rubbed his forehead in frustration and shook his head. “No, I mean the stone,” he said, nodding toward Draco’s wrist.

On Draco’s wrist was a silver-linked chair that had a single green jewel in it. Draco raised his wrist.

“This thing? It’s worthless.”

“They obviously don’t think so.”

Draco stopped walking and Harry nearly ran into him. They were pressed chest to chest and Draco was smirking mischievously. “You really want to know what this does?”

Harry hesitated. A part of him wanted to know, but another part told him it would be a bad idea if he knew too much.

His job as an Auror was to protect and hunt for Dark wizards, never mind that these particular Dark wizards happened to be idiots. They’d already been caught twice. Harry was beginning to wonder why it was necessary to go after them. They hadn’t done that many bad things apart from a few murders… Okay, so Harry understood, but why they were after Malfoy now was beyond him.

“Alright, fine,” he said finally, “what does it do?”

Draco held up his wrist right next to Harry’s face so Harry’s couldn’t turn his head to look, he could only see it out of the corner of his eye. Draco raised himself up on his tiptoes so he was the same height as Harry.

He smirked, watching Harry closely as his eyes darted between the bracelet and Draco’s face that was fairly close. “It’s an ancient aphrodisiac, Potter.”

Harry stared at him for a second, noticing how close his lips were. After a moment, though, he pushed Draco away and scoffed.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. “You never wondered why I had so many boyfriends in Hogwarts?”

Harry hesitated. He had a few ideas, some of which Draco wouldn’t like and a few he would.

“I know what you’re thinking, Potter,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “And surprise, I’m not a slut.”

“I didn’t say—“

“You were thinking it, it was enough.” Draco turned around and continued down the dimly lit street.

“Wait, Malfoy,” Harry said, running to catch up with him once again. “Where are you going? We have to get you somewhere safe.”

“Potter, those criminals can’t even read a map,” Draco muttered, barely glancing at Harry as he wandered along the street. “What makes you think they’ll find me here?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry snapped sarcastically, “maybe the fact that they’re right there?”

He pointed ahead of them where two people had just Apparated.

“Shit,” Draco groaned, sighing as though annoyed. “Don’t you people have anything better to do?”

It seemed they didn’t as they approached. Passing under a streetlight revealed a young woman and man. They were both wearing black wizard robes and the woman had a diamond bracelet on her wrist.

“Look, baby, we found them!” the woman said excitedly. She couldn’t be more than twenty years old.

“I see that, Clarice, now be quiet. They might hear us.”

“Uh, too late,” Harry said, taking out his wand.

“Now look what you did, baby,” the girl whined. “He knows we’re here. I don’t wanna get arrested again.”

Beside Harry, Draco looked bored. He shifted his bag higher. “What do you freaks want?”

“We want your bracelet,” the man called while the girl, Clarice, hung onto his arm.

“You tell them, baby,” she simpered, kissing him.

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn’t see why just because he was a newbie they had to assign him the most ridiculous cases. He took a step forward and the couple stopped.

“You’re under arrest by order of the Ministry of Magic. Now come quietly and no one will get hurt.”

“But we don’t want to, do we, baby?” Clarice asked her boyfriend. “We’re in Paris and we wanna get married. Give us the stone.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It won’t help you. I bet no one would sleep with you.”

“Malfoy!” Harry hissed. He was not helping the situation.

Clarice looked affronted and tugged on the man’s arm. “Baby, he insulted me, I think. Curse him!”

The man withdrew his wand and aimed a spell at Draco but missed by a mile. Draco watched, not amused, as the spell hit the pavement with a crack ten feet from him. “Nice aim,” he drawled sarcastically. “Yes, Potter, I can see why I need your protection.”

Harry told himself it was his job to protect Malfoy once more. If it had been his choice, he might just have let the couple finish him off, if they even could. He sent a spell at the man, but the man tripped and fell, so that the spell simply shot right over his head.

“Good one, baby!” Clarice exclaimed, pulling him to his feet.

Harry had a strong urge to hit himself in the head but refrained as the man sent another spell at him, this time with a little better aim. It hit the lamppost next to Harry and the light inside flashed and turned into a giant purple flower.

“Why me?” Harry muttered, shooting another spell at the girl, who shrieked about her hair and grabbed her boyfriend, Apparating away.

Harry turned to see Draco watching him, unimpressed. “Good job, Mr. Potter. You sure showed them. I can see why the Ministry wants them behind bars. Don’t you have any other criminals you could be catching?”

Harry sighed as Draco walked away from him again. “This wasn’t my idea, you know,” he grumbled, following slowly now. He had no desire to follow Draco.

“No, but I bet you didn’t say no, did you?” Draco asked, glancing at him with raised eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, feeling surly. He had a pretty good idea what he was talking about, and it involved the greeting he’d given him earlier.

He didn’t know what happened. Ever since this case had started and Harry had been forced to protect Draco, someone he had always hated, he found himself unable to control himself at times with the blond.

“It’s the bracelet,” Draco said in a singsong voice as he grabbed a lamppost and swung around on it, much like Harry remembered people doing in old black and white movies.

“What is?” Harry asked, darkly.

“What you’re feeling,” Draco replied, jumping off the post and coming over to Harry once more. He glanced up at him and smirked. “Why you can’t control yourself, why you want me.”

“I don’t want you,” Harry snapped forcefully, pushing Draco back, but it didn’t work.

“You do, and it’s because of the stone. Why do you think they want it? It keeps passion alive.”

“Well, I don’t have any passion for you,” Harry replied, hoping it was true. He noticed that Draco was still awfully close and not moving back.

Draco laughed and leaned in close to Harry. “If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“There is no predicament,” Harry growled, placing his hands on Draco’s chest, intending to push him away.

“Really?” Draco asked slyly, sliding his hands up Harry’s chest to his neck. “Your body says otherwise.”

Harry let out a shallow breath as the cold metal of Draco’s bracelet grazed the side of his neck. He couldn’t deny the effect Draco was having on him, his body so close, the warmth of it seeping into his skin, the feel of his fingers on his skin, in his hair. He closed his eyes for a second, then glanced down to find Draco smirking superiorly at him.

“Didn’t you say something about going somewhere?” Draco asked, his fingers playing with Harry’s hair. He brushed the bracelet against Harry’s skin again and Harry shuddered.

Looking down, he saw the challenge in Draco’s eyes, the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Waiting only a split second, Harry leaned down, capturing Draco’s lips in a hard kiss.

In a crack, they had vanished from the dim street and appeared in Harry’s hotel room. Still kissing, they stumbled past the antique furniture into the bedroom. Only stopping when Harry ran into the wooden bed frame to exclaim in pain, they moved into the room.

Draco’s hands were on Harry’s shirt, pushing it up as they kissed passionately, hardly noticing what was happening as Draco pulled the shirt over Harry’s head, barely tossing it to the side as Harry’s lips were on his again.

He moaned appreciatively as Harry’s hands skimmed down his body, wrenching his jacket off without breaking the kiss.

Their mouths slid together, tongues melting and teeth hitting each other. Their lips met in an explosion of heat, moving together as though afraid to part.

Breathing heavily, Draco pulled away to pull off his shirt and climb on the bed, Harry following quickly, pinning him against the silk comforter, straddling his hips.

Harry’s fingers were fumbling with the button on Draco’s jeans as he leaned forward, pressing a hot kiss to Draco’s jaw, then nipping at his neck. He could feel Draco moving underneath him, his body writhing upward at Harry’s every touch.

Finally, Harry got the button and zipper undone on the pants. He pulled them down quickly, tugging them over Draco’s hips and to the floor.

His gaze was traveling up Draco’s body when Draco grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him down into another kiss. Draco’s hands were on Harry’s back, skimming down the warm, tanned skin. His fingernails dug into Harry’s back as Harry bit his lip.

“Fuck,” Draco mumbled around the kiss, running his hands up to Harry’s chest, tweaking Harry’s nipple and earning himself a low groan.

Harry’s hands weren’t on Draco anymore. They were quickly undoing the zipper on his own trousers and sliding them off.

Once they were gone, he moved over Draco’s body, his knee sliding in between Draco’s thighs as his hand skimmed up the milky skin. Draco’s body shuddered at the touch.

Harry leaned forward, pressing kisses to Draco’s neck, licking a path down his throat before biting his collarbone.

Draco hissed and his body arched upward. His hand was on the back of Harry’s head, gripping his hair tightly. He had always admired Harry’s hair, so thick and untamable.

Harry groaned as Draco’s other hand skimmed down his body, running over his lower back down to grip his ass as they moved against each other.

Harry’s cock brushed against Draco’s thigh, eliciting a moan from Draco as his body arched into Harry’s.

The bracelet on Draco’s wrist grazed Harry’s hip, sending a shiver through Harry’s body. The thrill ran all the way up his spine and he shut his eyes for a second.

Breathing hard, Harry groped for his wand in the pile of clothes on the floor. He couldn’t wait any longer to have Draco. Extracting the wand, he pushed himself up, staring down at Draco, who was watching him also.

Draco kept Harry’s eyes as he maneuvered his body further under Harry, reaching out for Harry’s erect cock. His warm hand curled around the member, his eyes locked on Harry’s.

Draco’s tongue flitted out to wet his lips as his hand began to move slowly, pumping the hard muscle in his hand. His fingers slid over Harry’s cock, working seamlessly.

Harry’s grip on his wand was slipping as Draco continued to stroke his prick. He swallowed hard as the wand slipped a bit.

“M-Malfoy,” he gasped when Draco gave a slight twist to his stroking.

“Yeah, Potter?” Draco whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the side of Harry’s mouth.

Harry didn’t answer, only shut his eyes tightly and gasped when Draco’s hand gave a long pull on his cock.

“Oh, sh-shit,” Harry gasped, cursing as Draco’s fingers grazed the head of his prick. He could feel the heat spreading through his body the longer Draco touched him and was therefore, very surprised when the touch disappeared.

He looked up at Draco, wondering why he’d stopped when he’d been so close. Draco was smirking at him, his eyebrow raised challengingly.

“We’re not done yet, Potter,” he said, taking Harry’s lips in a harsh kiss.

Harry’s eyes closed as he leaned into the kiss, sucking on Draco’s lower lip. His hand slid to Draco’s back, holding him up. The kiss was hard as their lips pressed against each other. Harry moaned when Draco bit his lower lip and pulled on it.

When they broke apart, Harry found his wand being pressed into his hand. He looked down at it then glanced at Draco, who merely quirked an eyebrow. With another, softer kiss, Draco lay back down.

Harry took a second to realize what was going on, but when he did, shifted into a better position, pulling Draco against him, closing his eyes as he felt his cock rubbing against Draco’s ass, stimulating the member.

With a quick, whispered spell, Draco was protected and after another, Harry had a lubricant ready. He ran a slick hand over his cock and then slid a finger into Draco’s body, pushing past the tight muscles, feeling them contract around his finger, trying to force it out.

Harry paused, watching Draco, then added a second finger, pushing them both in as far as they would go until he was buried up to his knuckle. Pumping them in and out, he heard Draco’s breathy moans.

“Shit, Potter, you always so careful?”

Harry rolled his eyes but removed his fingers anyway and replaced them with his cock.

“You’d rather I didn’t prepare you at—all?” Harry grunted as he pressed into Draco’s body.

Draco gasped and swallowed hard as Harry filled him. His hands were on Harry’s hips, pulling him closer as his cock pushed into his body completely.

“Just don’t treat me like I’m some fucking porcelain doll,” Draco demanded as Harry stopped moving.

“Now that’s something I know you’re not,” Harry replied dryly.

Draco was about to reply but cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath as Harry shifted. He gritted his teeth together as Harry pulled out, only to slam back in seconds later.

Draco’s back arched off the bed with Harry’s thrust and the bed moved an inch or two. “Fuck, Potter!” Draco exclaimed, struggling to control his breath.

Harry ignored Draco. This felt too fucking good to stop now. Draco hadn’t wanted to be treated like a girl and he wasn’t going to be.

Harry licked his lips before thrusting again deep inside Draco’s body. He could feel Draco’s muscles squeezing his cock tightly, a cocoon of molten fire surrounding his prick. He moved quickly, thrusting his hips deep into Draco. He could feel Draco’s hands gripping his hips and sometimes his thighs, encouraging him deeper.

Draco was in heaven. Harry’s thrusts sent ripples of pleasure through his body and he could feel his climax growing with every movement of Harry’s body.

When Harry’s cock brushed against the bundle of nerves inside Draco’s body, he nearly screamed. He settled for simply gasping and digging his fingers into Harry’s hips, hoping he left a mark. He’d been waiting a long time for this.

Just before his impending climax, Draco moved upward, catching Harry in a breathtaking kiss that left them both gasping for breath. Draco fell back, his hips thrusting upward as his climax came, spreading through his entire body as Harry continued to thrust, reaching for Draco’s cock and stroking it as Draco came, spreading the come over Draco’s member.

Draco’s head fell limply back on the pillow as Harry worked himself up to his climax, finally collapsing from it on the bed, breathing hard into a pillow.

Harry swallowed with difficulty, gasping for breath. Turning his head, he saw Draco lying next to him flat on his back, gazing at the ceiling.

“Malfoy?” Harry asked, hesitating slightly.

Draco glanced at him. “Yeah?”

“That… that wasn’t very professional,” Harry mumbled.

Draco laughed beside him and rolled over. “You’re just catching on?”

Harry opened his mouth to ask what he meant when Draco kissed him, pulling him back on top of him. Draco pulled away only to say, “You think too much,” before Harry was lost again in Draco’s mouth.

They were still kissing when there was a crack in the room. Harry scrambled upward, grabbing the covers and pulling them up. He saw who had appeared in his room and hurriedly searched for his wand, which was nowhere to be seen.

“We want that bracelet!”

Clarice and her boyfriend were standing near the door to the bedroom, their wands out.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Just take the damn thing,” he said, annoyed. Quickly, he unclasped it and tossed it to them. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

They were gone in a crack and Harry turned to Draco, his expression one of disbelief. “Are you insane? You just gave them what they wanted!”

Draco sighed and placed his hand on Harry’s face. “Potter, like you said, they aren’t the smartest criminals.”

“What?” Harry asked, confused.

“I lied. The bracelet has no powers whatsoever.”

“But, then I…”

“Slept with me because you wanted to,” Draco finished his sentence.

“But you—“

“Lied, yes, and you believed me. You’re so trusting, Potter.”

“Why?” Harry asked, staring at Draco. He had no idea what was going on. “I thought—why did they want the bracelet?”

“Because I lied to them too,” Draco said simply.

“Huh?”

“I told them the bracelet was magical and granted any wish. They believed me, the peasants.”

“I don’t understand,” Harry said. “You lied to them and you lied to me. Were they even trying to kill you?”

Draco shrugged. “Probably, but they’re too stupid to know how to do it.”

Harry just looked confused. Draco shook his head. “Like I said, Potter, you think too much.”

“I still don’t get it. Why would you want them after you?”

“Because without someone after me, I wouldn’t need a certain Auror to protect me, now, would I?”

“You set this all up?” Harry asked in disbelief.

“Think who you’re talking to, Potter,” Draco said simply. “Besides, you had fun didn’t you? You’re in Paris, the city of love, la ville de l’amour, with me. And who could resist that?”

Harry was staring at Draco. “But they killed people,” he said finally, as though trying to find a real explanation. “And you ran away from me.”

“Couldn’t make it too easy, now, could I?” Draco asked. “And those deaths were because they really are that stupid.”

“But—“

“Potter,” Draco said finally, sighing, “just shut up.” Harry was surprised as Draco kissed him. “You can either accept what I did or you can go back to your little Ministry and turn me in for disrupting the law or whatever it is.” Draco pulled back to wait.

Harry frowned. The whole thing was odd. He’d been protecting Draco for a month from those crazy criminals, and Draco had fought him the whole way, but then, Harry supposed, Draco would never be one to admit his feelings openly.

“Sometimes this century, Potter,” Draco drawled after a good five minutes.

Harry glanced at him and paused again. “Well,” he said finally. “I guess it wasn’t all bad. And maybe, I can forgive you, eventually.”

Draco looked pleased with himself. “Good,” he said simply, then climbed out of bed, redressing.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, confused.

Draco stopped at the door and gave Harry a mysterious smirk. “Catch me if you can, Potter. Haven’t you heard that the chase is always the best part?”

With a kiss blown on the wind, Draco Apparated away, leaving Harry sighing on the bed. He shook his head and lay back. After a moment, he smiled to himself and laughed.

He would go after Draco… tomorrow.


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A/N: Hope you enjoyed :)