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Concluding chapter folks. Yes, the M Rated stuff you've all been waiting for is coming up.
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"...You would think top Aurors like you and- Holy shit what happened to Malfoy?" Johnson gaped at Harry who currently had his arms wrapped around an unconscious and bleeding Malfoy. Harry would have preferred Ron or even Kingsley, but no. He got Johnson. The wizard should have gone into maintenance.
Harry rolled his eyes at Johnson's antics before signalling to the door. "Are the other Aurors here with you?" he asked in relief. Malfoy needed medical attention and now. Harry could probably heal the external wound, but if he had any cranial damage, Malfoy would need a healer. Hopefully Kingsley had brought one with him. You never knew what you would find when you rescued people that were held captive.
"Ah, right. Erm, Kingsley is here I think. Ron and Sarah as well. Also, some other Aurors that volunteered to come and look for you. They're rounding up the bastards, but I was sent to come look for you." Johnson grinned at Harry, his equilibrium apparently restored.
Harry sighed in relief. Sarah was a healer; she'd be able to help Malfoy.
"Lead the way, Johnson."
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"Ouch! Are you trying to make it better or worse?!"
Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy's whining, and poked him on the shoulder. "Of course she's trying to make it better, you prat. Just stay still and I'm sure it won't hurt as much."
Sarah gave him a thankful look-not surprising considering how much of a baby Malfoy was being- and he grinned back at her.
"Potter, if I'm any stiller I'll turn into a gargoyle. A very pretty gargoyle of course, but a stone one nonetheless" Malfoy sniffed haughtily before giving Harry a half smile. "So did Kingsely say what's going to happen with the Potion smugglers?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders, trying not to look pleased. "Well...considering imprisoning Aurors is a criminal offence, they'll be going to Azkaban for a few months. Oh...and did I mention Ron managed to pick up a few Order forms whilst he was binding some of the lesser minions? They were definitely suitable evidence of their Illegal Potions activities. They'll have quite a bit of time to contemplate their actions during community service."
Draco looked impressed. "I always said that Weasel had a good head on his shoulders."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Kingsley also said they managed to catch the person behind the operation as well. Some guy named...Theodore Nott I think. You know him?"
Draco made a disgusted noise. "Nott? That little fuck wit. If I ever see him again, I'll make sure he knows exactly how it feels to be smacked around the head with a metal pole."
Harry grinned.
Sarah finally finished her work and moved away from Draco's bed. He immediately lay back on his bed, closing his eyes. Harry smiled in thanks at Sarah and she quickly left the room. Once she had gone, Harry perched beside Malfoy.
He actually looked peacefully with his mouth closed. Definitely much less annoying.
Malfoy had amazing eyelashes, Harry noted vaguely. They were quite like a girl's actually. Long and pale, they spread out across his high cheekbones. Malfoy definitely had a very aristocratic face: All long planes and sharp lines. But his eyes...the silver colour softened his face, made him seem more human somehow. He was quite beautiful; Harry wasn't sure how he missed it before. The light pink flush across his cheeks was very attractive as well.
Harry realised with a start that Malfoy had been watching Harry stare at him for several seconds now. He looked down quickly, a blush of his own creeping up towards his hairline.
"What were you looking at, Harry?"Malfoy teased softly. Harry felt a hand on his leg, near his knee. It began drawing small circles over Harry's trousers...but somehow Harry felt them all the way down to the bone. They sent shivers up his spine that he tried desperately to ignore.
"Just-You know-Making sure your head was healed..." Harry lied dreadfully. Malfoy apparently thought so too, and raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"That's funny, Harry, because I could have sworn my head injury was on the back of my head. You were looking at my face." Malfoy retorted loftily. His eyes held Harry's. The hand moved up.
Harry decided Malfoy must have lots of practice with erotic massages because the hand on his thigh felt like liquid sex. His cock thought so too and the blood immediately rushed to Harry's groin. Harry desperately tried to think of Ron in a dress...Sex with Umbridge...anything to stop his robes from tenting rather obviously. He had only just managed to snag these back from Malfoy. After Scourgifying the blood off them first, of course.
"I was just...well your quite pretty, Malfoy" Harry muttered feebly. He immediately hung his head, fascinated with the hand trailing up his thigh...coming remarkably close to a certain part of his anatomy.
"I think your...pretty too, Harry" Malfoy- Oh God- purred. Harry hadn't appreciated the sexual power of Malfoy purring earlier, but he certainly was starting to now. The hand was just about to rest on Harry's groin when he picked it up with a groan.
"Malfoy...we can't do this here! It's the Ministry Infirmary!" Harry protested weakly.
"Couldn't have put it better myself, Harry" Malfoy answered promptly, picking up his wand and Apparating them quickly. Harry felt the fleeting squeezing feeling, before tumbling on top of Malfoy...on his own bed.
"Malfoy, how the hell do you know where I live?" Harry panted, grasping Malfoy's arms so he didn't roll off the bed.
"Well, Harry" Malfoy purred, rolling them over abruptly, "I know a lot about you. Including the fact you hate pickle on your sandwiches."
"That's a little weird, Malfoy" Harry replied deadpan.
Malfoy frowned at Harry, before biting his neck sharply. Harry gasped quietly before biting his lip. "No, you know what's weird, Harry?" he stressed Harry's name, "You're still calling me Malfoy even though we're about to have sex."
Okay, Harry's brain finally caught up with him.
He attempted to shove Malfoy backwards, but failed slightly. The blonde didn't move from his position firmly on top of Harry's body. "Just, hold up! Who said anything about sex?! You've just recovered from a serious head injury! And you still don't like me!"
Malfoy sighed lightly, before depositing a small kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth that stopped all of Harry's brain function for at least five seconds. "Harry, what did you think I meant when I was basically giving you a hand job over your trousers? 'Come over for tea at my house?' My head is perfectly fine; wouldn't you know healers actually do what their name says? And who said I didn't like you?"
Harry frowned slightly. "Well...you never said you did, you just said you didn't hate me." He bit his lip again; completely aware his arms were clutching Malfoy's shoulders. Not pushing him away like Harry planned, just holding them quiescently.
"Potter..." Malfoy said, rolling his eyes, "I don't bloody hate you. I confessed bloody feeling jealous about you! Malfoys are meant to have more pride than that." He brushed a lock of unruly hair of Harry's forehead before withdrawing his wand. "I meant what I said before about me changing. I grew up Potter, and realised exactly what I was missing."
And with that, Malfoy promptly Vanished their clothes and laid his body fully on Harry's.
Harry gasped as his rigid cock came in contact with something that definitely wasn't Malfoy's wand, though felt just as hard. Malfoy took Harry's open mouth as an invitation and swooped in to claim Harry's lips as his own. Malfoy's lips crushed down onto Harry's and immediately began moving smoothly. Harry went boneless and grasped Malfoy's soft hair in between his limp fingers.
Malfoy's lips sent an electrical current through Harry as his tongue finally penetrated Harry's mouth. The electricity sent fireworks off in Harry's brain and spurred his weak limbs into action. He kissed Malfoy back with fervour, and quite on their own accord, his hips bucked into Malf-Draco's. Harry did get why it was a little weird he still called Draco 'Malfoy'.
Harry was absorbed in a whirlwind of sensation called Draco. His mouth had moved further down Harry's body and it sucked and bit at places Harry didn't even know could be erogenous, and yet, the pleasure that came from Draco sucking them made Harry's cock so hard it hurt.
Draco's pale limbs were on show, and Merlin was he gorgeous. He was slim and sinuous, his skin luminous. And God, if Draco kept that up Harry was going to come faster than you could say quidditch.
Harry could vaguely hear embarrassing whimpers coming from his mouth, but as long as Draco's hands continued that delicious stroking, he really didn't give a damn. "God...Draco" Harry moaned, slightly pleased that at least he was making coherent noises now. Sounding like a dog that had been stepped on couldn't have been attractive for him.
"I know Harry. I'm going to prepare you now, alright? If you want to stop you need to tell me now, because if you don't I'm not going to be able to stop later on. I want you too much" Draco panted out, lifting his head to gaze at Harry.
Harry pondered for about half a second before securing his lips onto Draco's.
"If you stop now, I'm going to be one very pissed off Auror. Now finish what you started Auror Malfoy!" Harry ordered, pulling away from Draco for a second.
This was apparently enough confirmation for Draco and barely a second later Harry felt a strange tingle go through his insides. "What was that?" he questioned breathlessly. It had certainly felt...odd.
"Just a charm. It'll make things easier, trust me." Malfoy reassured him. To demonstrate his point, one long finger breached Harry unexpectedly.
"Oh" Harry breathed shakily. That definitely felt odd. Draco moved his finger slightly before touching something that made Harry jolt like an electrocuted cat. Oh Merlin that had felt fantastic.
"Surprise, Harry. That would be your prostate" Draco chuckled lightly, adding another finger to brush over that magic spot. Harry was pushing himself against Draco's fingers shamelessly, completely aware that Draco was watching him with heated eyes, but the pleasure felt too good to even think about helping Draco with his little problem. Harry's head was pressing hard into the pillow, when suddenly Draco removed his fingers. It was probably for the best though, because Harry felt like any more of that particular torture and he would have come a hell of a lot faster than you can say quidditch.
Through the haze the pleasure had created, Harry vaguely felt something extremely hard and long pressing into him, slowly entering. And then Draco was inside of him. Harry held his breath slightly, feeling extremely filled. Draco placed a small kiss on his lips...and then moved.
On the first shallow thrust he gave, he hit that spot inside Harry. Fireworks showered in front of his eyes again and before Harry realised, he was crying out Draco's name again. It was almost like a mantra of Oh God Oh Draco...Ohhh as Draco thrust into him.
As Draco finally grasped Harry's cock, something snapped inside him and he was coming harder than he could ever remember coming before. When he was finally able to open his eyes again, he noted vaguely that Draco was slumped on top of him panting. He wasn't heavy as such. Of course he weighed something, but it was a nice weight. Comforting.
Harry lay there basking in the post-coital glow, when Draco spoke again. He kissed Harry gently on the lips before smirking at him.
"Harry...it's your turn to do the report. You did after all get us captured. I mean for God's sake they were making illegal potions, of course they'd have wards!"
The sound of a body falling- or being pushed- off the bed, and a cry of "Haaaaarrrryyy!" echoed around the room.
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All done, folks! I didn't really want this to be a too in depth story. Mostly it's a one shot with a bit of plot. Review!!
