Rating: Mature

Warning: Slight cursing

Disclaimer: Read first chapter

Chapter 2

"What the hell, Potter!?" Malfoy hissed, clinging to the Gryffindor's arm and rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. "I didn't want to do this job! I wanted to spend the weekend with lazy leisure!"

Harry chuckled and glanced down at the blonde, rubbing his nose against the other man's temple. "I know, Malfoy. But I thought, that when we caught catch your identity thief, that you could exact revenge." He reasoned, continuing down the hall toward their shared office.

Malfoy paused, blinking owlishly up at the other man. "Really? Is that why you accepted?" He asked, his fingers curling around Harry's bicep and squeezing. "Because if that's why, I am perfectly fine with doing the assignment." He stated, his mood changing dramatically to a wicked glee.

"I was actually shocked when you didn't think of it first. Not surprising though when you are so focus on your 'weekend of lazy leisure'." He teased, striding the last couple of feet to their office door. "And anyway, you have to get out of your house. And mine." He added, glancing meaningfully at the Slytherin that was still clutching his arm.

"Hey! It's not my fault that you cook so badly!" Malfoy snarled, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You could have died by now if it wasn't for me coming to your rescue and keeping you from starving!" He hissed, digging his fingernails into Harrys arm. "And if you die, I have to trade partners! And will, undoubtedly, be that retched Black Mengele!"

Harry shuddered at the mere mention of that man's name, his lips falling into a frown as he scowled. "That man is foul." Harry muttered, his face darkening as he imagined the redhead Auror. For weeks that man had been after Draco, stalking and following him wherever he was. It had gotten so bad that Malfoy finally went to see him and Kingsley. He had told them how Blake had been stalking him, and the Minister said he would talk it over with the Auror. Of course, it did nothing.

So Harry had taken precautions and told Draco that whenever he felt unsafe or in danger, that he should apparated to his flat. Not even a day after it happened, Malfoy appeared in front of him, scaring him shitless. He had ended up dropping the food that he had made for dinner and Malfoy, as an apology, made him a full course meal. And that's how the Slytherin ended up at his house every afternoon to make him dinner.

"Hey! Harry!" Draco snapped, slapping him in the chest to get his attention. "Stop daydreaming and open the damn door!"

Harry grinned and rolled his eyes, shaking his head to throw the memories off. "Alright your majesty, ladies first." He teased as he opened the door and gestured inside. He chuckled as the blonde huffed and strode past him, his eyes alight with humor when he followed behind.

"First of all, I am not a 'lady', I am a full blooded man." Draco said, tipping his chin up and looking down at Harry. "I can prove it if you wouldn't get so jealous over how…small you are."

Harry gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock affront. "Why I never!" He said a wicked grin tugging at his lips. "Let's just prove it, shall we?" He declared, suddenly lunging at the blonde and grabbing his sides.

Malfoy gasped and tried to wiggle away as Harrys fingers danced down his sides, mercilessly tickling him as he laughed. "H-Harry! Stop! HAHAHA!" He screeched, struggling, trying to break Harrys hold as the Gryffindor just laughed and kept at it.

"No! Not until you admit that you were wrong!" Harry said, grinning ear to ear as Draco was reduced into a mess of giggles.

"Alright! Alright! Merlin, I was wrong, you were right!" He shouted breathlessly, falling limp into the Gryffindor's arms as Harry ceased his attack. "What the hell, Potter. How did that prove anything?"

"Nothing, besides-"

"Hello, my useless Aurors!" A voice behind them shouted, the click of the door closing echoing throughout the office.

Harry turned and frowned, his eyes darkening in anger. "Blake. What are you doing in here? You know you're not allowed in or near my office." Harry growled, wrapping his arms tighter around Draco and hiding him from view.

"Oh, I came to deliver a package from Kingsley." Blake said shrugging as he walked casually toward the two men, lifting a brown folder into view. "It's for your new assignment."

Harry nodded sharply and accepted the packet, his other arm wrapped around the blondes shoulders. "Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, Malfoy and I have work to do."

Blake raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his thin chest. "Oh, really? What I saw earlier wasn't 'working'." He sneered, stepping forward to crowd into Harry's space. "I don't think that foreplay qualifies as 'working'."

Harry stiffened, his lip curling in distaste. "Foreplay? Are you really that horny that you can't tell the difference between teasing and foreplay?" Harry asked, not bothering to wait for an answer as he continued. "I'm amazed, Blake. No wonder women don't want you in their bed."

"Excuse me!?" Blake hissed, his hands clenched into fists. "I can have anyone I want, you bloody wanker!" He spat, his brown eyes sparking with anger.

Harry smiled humorlessly, his hand slowly creeping toward his pocket were his wand was. "Really? Is that why Draco ignores you every time you get near him? Is that how it works? The seducer being shunned is a good sign? Well then, maybe I should start using that line of approach." Harry snarled, his teeth clenched as he brought his wand up and dug the tip into Blake's throat.

Blake froze, his cheeks paling at the utter rage that reflected from the Gryffindor's eyes. He swallowed, feeling the tip of Harry's wand against his neck as he spoke. "Y-You don't know what you talking about." He said, his voice quivering ever so slightly as Harry chuckled without mirth.

"Oh, in fact I do. You will never have Draco, and if you're stupid enough not to realize that then I will convince you otherwise." Harry growled, his eyes burning with hate. "You will never hold or touch him, and if you do, I swear on Merlin that I will break all your fingers. So, tell me, do you know why I won't let you?"

"W-Why?"

"Because he is mine." Harry whispered coldly, tapping Blake in the neck with his wand. He felt Draco stiffen in his arms but ignored it, instead keeping his eyes trained on the redhead in front of him. "And if you ever forget that, I will be glad to remind you. Now, get out." He ordered, stabbing the other man in the throat.

Blake nodded quickly and fled, his robes flapping as he ran. The door closed behind him, banging shut with an ear splitting crack, causing Harry to wince.

Harry sighed and pocketed his wand, squeezing the blonde man that he still held. "Hey, Draco. Are you alright?" He asked softly, burying his nose in Malfoys hair and breathing in his scent to calm himself down.

Malfoys head suddenly snapped up, his eyes sparking. "You bloody wanker!" He hissed, catching Harry off guard with the amount of venom in his voice. "What the hell was that!?"

"W-What was what?" Harry stuttered, utterly startled.

"That! With Blake!" Malfoy cried, his pale cheeks flushed. "When did I say I was yours!? Don't just assume things! You bloody bastard!"

Harry blinked, stunned. "Ummmm….."

"Merlin Harry! Ask me before you do stuff like that! It shocked the hell out of me! Just because you're the Savior of the Wizarding world doesn't mean you have to come to my rescue! I could have handled him just fine!" Draco exclaimed, grabbing the front of Harry's shirt and shaking him.

Harry gasped he was shaken, twice in one day. "Alright! Merlin!" Harry shouted, pulling away from the enraged blonde. "Why are you so angry?"

"B-Because…because, umm…" Draco suddenly stared down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably, his cheeks flushed. "No reason, just next time warn me. Okay?"

Harry grinned despite himself, running a hand through the blonde's hair. "Fine, but next time that idiot Hufflepuff comes near you, I'm killing him."

Draco chuckled darkly at that, his teeth flashing as he grinned. "Oh no, not before I get to him."

Harry snorted and let his hand drop from the blonde's hair, striding toward his desk and throwing the envelope onto the surface. "Well, now that that's over, what do you say actually get some work done?"

Draco sighed, shrugging. "Sure. What are we going to do?" He asked, feeling a thrill of excitement run down his spine when the Gryffindor grinned up at him.

"We're going to follow our criminal."

…..

"Potter its cold!" Draco hissed, latching onto Harrys arm and rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. "Why the hell are we doing this at night?"

"Because then the criminal will have a harder time seeing us." Harry whispered, his hot breath caressing Draco's neck. "Don't worry, we'll only track him for about an hour then leave. Just routine."

Draco huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes skyward as they crouched in the darkness outside of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. "You say hour as if it's a short amount of time." He grumbled, his knees beginning to ache from the cold.

Harry stifled a chuckle behind his hand, his eyes filled with mirth as he glanced over at the man beside him. "It is short compared to our other assignments." He said, only getting a mutter of agreement from Malfoy before they heard a sound to their right.

They both froze, slowly moving their eyes so their heads didn't turn. Harry studied the man that was feet away from them, his eye widening. He heard Malfoy curse beside him, not daring to glance over in case the movement caught the attention of Malfoys double.

The person polyjuicing as Malfoy had stopped in front of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, a grin on his face. He took a step forward as if to walk in then stopped, cocking his head as if he heard something. He stood there until he finally shrugged, pushing open the door and walking in.

Beside him, Draco practically growled, his eyes flashing fire. "What the hell!? Why did he go in there?" He hissed, tugging on Harrys arm. "We have to follow him, before he gets away!"

"No."

"What? What do you mean no!?" Draco said dumbfounded, staring at the Gryffindor as if he had grown an extra head.

Harry bit his lip, a vague idea as to why the Malfoys double had walked into Georges shop worming its way into his mind. "Because we don't need to. I can ask George later for what he bought. This way he won't know that were tracking him." He said, standing.

Draco frowned, realizing that Harry was right. "Fine, but while we wait for him to leave, can we get some tea? I'm bloody freezing." He said, snuggling up against Harry's side and shivering.

Harry smiled warmly at the blonde as he wrapped his arms around his trembling frame. "Yeah, let's go do that." He said, walking them toward the nearest bakery, the cold air embracing them as they got farther away from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes.

PHEW! DONE! this is the second chapter. again, not long but enough in my opinion. i hope you liked it. and i would love suggestions for what this crimnial is doing. i hope you review and favorite! until next time!