***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.***

Warnings: *See Chapter 1* This work is AU and unbeta'd.

A Little Yellow Creeper – II

"Mate?"

"Ungh?" Ron started awake, his eyes wide and unfocused. "Yeah, yeah that's good." He nodded.

Harry shook his head. "Did you hear a word I just said?"

"Yeah." Ron nodded. "Keep goin'." He mumbled as he leaned back over his notes.

Harry stared at his friend, his lips pursed. "Like I was saying." He began again. "With the change in weight restriction we're going to have pull the entire line of Beater's brooms and-" Ron snored; Harry sighed. "Ron!" he barked, slapping his hand on the desk.

The read head actually jumped. "What!?"

Harry grinned. "You were asleep mate."

Ron opened his mouth to deny this accusation but closed it again at Harry's frown.

"Everything alright at home?"

"Oh yeah." Ron yawned, rubbing briskly at his face. "Everything's great; just tired is all."

Harry shot him a questioning glance.

"Seth." Ron said tiredly. "He's teething and apparently he feels that if he has to suffer, so do the rest of us. I swear to god, Abby was never this bad."

"Sounds rough." Harry grimaced.

"Yeah." Ron shook his head. "You should get Draco to look into potions for infants; he'd be a bigger hero than you. Parents from all over the world would be sending him thank you letters; there'd be a monument erected in his honour, a national holiday…"

"I get it Ron, I get it." Harry waved him off. "I hate to say it, but I think he's a bit busy with his research as it is. I don't think pain potions for teething tikes would be high on his list of priorities."

"Hey, that'd be a great name for it, yeah?"

Harry laughed. "It's lunch. I say we make it a long one and you head home, get a little shut eye."

Ron shook his head. "I can't get any sleep at home." He frowned and looked around their office. "Might kip here on the sofa though." He murmured as he strode across the room and flopped onto the old couch. "Where're you headed; bring me something back?" he yawned.

Harry grinned. "I'm headed home. Draco's got a deadline he's trying to meet and I'm gonna do my best to distract him."

"Huh… well have fun." Ron nodded and closed his eyes.

"Want me to stop by that Thai place for you on the way back?"

Ron snored.

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Sweet dreams mate." He whispered and disapparated.

~*~

Draco tossed his quill aside and pushed back from the desk. He loved potions work, and he was good at it, hailed as one of the best by many; he did not, however, enjoy writing articles about his work as he was oftentimes called upon to do. It was one of the most tedious, time consuming, and trivial wastes of energy known to man; at least in his opinion. He stood up, rolling his shoulders, flexing his fingers and glaring down at the sheaves of parchment. It was due by the end of the month and he'd only just finished his summary; and he'd been paid in advance for this one, so it wasn't as though he could just back out. He wanted to kick himself; why did he let himself get talked into things like this?

He turned his head at the sound of the front door, a smile creeping slowly across his lips at the tell tale sound of Harry's keys hitting the bowl.

"Draco? Babe?"

Draco padded across the study and out into the hallway. "I'm so glad you're home." He smiled as he greeted his husband. "I'm in desperate need of a distraction." He whispered.

Harry smirked, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I figured as much." He whispered as he kissed him.

Draco moaned, instantly parting his lips and pressing himself against Harry's hard chest as he ran his fingers through his hair. Harry dropped a hand to the blonde's arse, kneading gently as he reached up, pulling Draco's hair loose from the clip at the base of his neck and wrapping it around his hand as his fingers massaged his scalp; he felt Draco shiver against him and pulled him closer.

Draco's hands left his hair and trailed down his neck, across his shoulders and over his chest, he hummed as Harry nibbled on his lips and made his way lower, tugging the hem of his shirt up. Harry took his glasses off and raised his arms, letting Draco pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor; he dropped his glasses on top and started undoing the buttons on Draco's shirt, groaning as the blonde's fingers found his nipples.

"Oh fuck it." He murmured, wrapping his arms around his husband and apparating them to their bedroom, another spell and they were skin to skin. "Harry!" Draco gasped as their erections brushed. "Fuck."

Harry's grin was nothing less than predatory as his picked him up and laid him on the mattress, crawling on top and taking his lips hungrily. Draco groaned, wrapping his legs around his waist and grinding his arse against Harry's cock. "Fuck me." He panted against his lips.

Harry pressed his fingers to Draco's entrance, felt him shiver as the spell did its job and bit his lip, taking himself in hand as he lined himself up and slid into his lover with one smooth thrust. "Oh god… Draco."

Draco cried out, his spine arching as he clenched around Harry's hard length; Harry groaned as he pulled out and thrust back inside. He reached up, cupping Draco's cheek in his hand, green eyes searching grey as they began to move together.

Tapping at the window stole his attention. Harry turned his head and saw a Ministry owl perched on the sill then felt Draco's hand on his cheek, steering his attentions back. "We'll get it later." The blond whispered; Harry nodded, leaning down to kiss him as they began to move again.

Minutes passed; the couples' gasps and moans the only sounds to be heard as they reached for that mind numbing state of bliss they could only find in each other before a shot of silver white light cut across the room and settled atop the headboard. Harry looked up into the ethereal face of Kingsley's patronus; he growled and buried his face in Draco's neck, thrusting with renewed vigor trying to block out the sound of Kingsley's voice as it echoed around the room and felt Draco's heels digging into his arse a moment later. "Stop." The blond panted. "Just stop… its weird." Harry nodded and rested his forehead on the blonde's chest as they waited for the message to end.

"Merlin." Harry whispered as the patronus shimmered and disappeared. Draco's fingers ran across his scalp as he pushed them through his hair, drawing him in and kissing him deeply.

He grinned when they finally parted. "Draco," The blond whispered encouragingly as he clenched around his husband. Harry gasped, his eyes drifting shut as he pulled out and thrust. "Draco." He echoed as they picked up their rhythm once more.

"Mmm… deeper baby." Draco panted. Harry groaned, wrapping his hands around the blonde's thighs, lifting them against his chest and moaning as he slid deeper into Draco's tight heat.

Something was off, a niggling in the back of his mind; someone was trying to get through the wards.

He stopped mid-thrust, biting his lip, eyes shut tight as he waited for whoever it was to give up. They did after a moment; he opened his eyes, his focus on Draco as he thrust again, only to feel the pull at his magic once more. "Oh for fuck's sake!" he yelled as he pulled out; Draco winced and he frowned. "Shit, sorry baby."

Draco grimaced. "'S ok." He whispered as he dropped his head onto the pillow. Harry crawled out of bed, mumbling to himself as he picked up his shorts, pressing them to his crotch and stomped out into the hallway. Someone was about to get an eyeful.

~*~

Harry made a quick motion with his hand, muttering to himself as the wards around the house fell, there was a knocking at the front door a second later. Harry's glare would have been enough to make a lesser man plead for his life -it actually had on several occasions- and he turned it on the hapless intruder the moment the door was open. "What?" he barked.

Kingsley's eyes went wide, his mouth gaping open as he stared at a very angry, very naked Harry Potter. "I… I'm sorry. Am I inter-"

"I swear to Merlin Kings, if you finish that sentence I will Crucio you."

Kingsley snapped his mouth shut and nodded dumbly. Harry stood inside the door. "What?!" he asked again.

"You're naked." Kingsley answered feebly.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighed. "Why are you here?" he asked.

Kingsley looked at his shoes, cleared his throat and brought his gaze back to meet Harry's. "It's you cousin, Dudley."

Author's Note: Wow! Thank you all so much for the support; your reviews and adds made my evening and encouraged me to post this second chapter. I hope to have chapter three up after the weekend (cross your fingers). Thanks again; you guys are awesome!

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