A/N: Hello, me again. This chapter is short because the next section was insanely long and there was no good place to break it. So think of this as chapter 3.5 and enjoy! And review! I like reviews.

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This time it was Harry that felt pleased with himself. He knew that he shouldn't, that he should feel guilty for what he'd done, but he couldn't quite dredge up that emotion.

Malfoy deserved what he'd gotten. He'd pursued Harry, knowing that the young auror didn't want such attention, and then he'd lured Harry to the Lestrange's former residence under false pretenses. In all actuality, Malfoy had gotten off rather easily – no pun intended.

If the auror had been willing to bring what happened to light, Malfoy would have been in a lot of trouble. True, the elder wizard hadn't used magical means to coerce Harry to that place, but attempting to seduce an officer of magical law enforcement would have its consequences.

The only problem was that the revelation would have consequences for Harry too, the least of them from his superiors at the Ministry. Harry hadn't exactly been forced to stay – or to do any of the rest of what he'd done, for that matter. Ginny would most likely walk out on him when she discovered what had happened. He was afraid Ron would never speak to him again - after punching his lights out - and the world would re-label the "Boy Who Lived" as the "Boy Who Liked to Shag Other Men." Not the most auspicious of titles, he had to admit.

Is that what I am though? The young auror had to muse on that for a while. In the end, he didn't think so. He'd never fancied another bloke before and he loved being intimate with Ginny. There was just something about Malfoy that got under his skin. The man simply exuded sex…and power, which was sometimes the same thing. Then there was the fact that even without magic the man got whatever he wanted. It somehow made him even more irresistible. What was the point of fighting when you were just going to give in at the end?

Harry was still pondering things when a now very familiar face entered the office. Malfoy looked far more composed than he had the last time Harry had seen him. A most un-Gryffindor part of the auror couldn't hold back a smirk at the memory. Wondering for a moment where he'd acquired this sudden cruel streak, Harry watched until Malfoy stopped beside his desk.

"Potter," the elder wizard said in greeting and then immediately continued without waiting for a response, "I'd like to speak with you." Lucius' gaze traversed the room. "We have one or two matters to discuss – in private."

Malfoy's face and tone were aloof but his eyes glittered with what Harry interpreted as malice.

"I'm afraid I'm rather busy right now, Mister Malfoy."

The older man leaned down, bringing his face closer to Harry's, and lowered his voice, "Then become un-busy, Potter."

Leaning back, Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "And just why should I do that?"

"Because I wish to speak with you. Now will you come along?"

"We don't always get what we wish for, Malfoy, and I really am busy. Good day."

It appeared that Lucius was going to make it a test of wills because, though he stood up straight again, he didn't move away at all. The staring contest lasted for a full minute before Lucius spoke. "I will wait here until you're free."

The auror sighed and rubbed at his temple with the tips of his fingers. He really didn't want a scene right now. "Fine, all right. You have five minutes."

"Excellent. I believe I passed an empty office on my way here. That will do." Lucius acted quite gracious now that he'd gotten his way and that made Harry suspicious. Then again, he'd learned it paid to be suspicious of Malfoy on general principle. One never knew what the man might decide to do next.

Pushing back from his desk, Harry stood and waited for Lucius to lead the way. The older wizard simply smiled and gestured Harry on ahead. That started little alarm bells tolling in Harry's brain but he looked at Lucius and realized that the man would just stand there until Harry led. It was not likely that Malfoy would try anything violent without a wand in the middle of an office full of aurors so Harry stepped forward and headed for the door.

He was aware that some of the other aurors were giving the two of them curious glances as they passed. Luckily Ron was out doing something right then because Harry was certain that his friend would have started asking questions.

Nobody else said a word but Harry wondered what the others were thinking, considering that he was being accompanied by such a notorious ex-Death Eater. It didn't help that Lucius had been so obvious in his visits to Harry's cubicle in the past few weeks.

I wonder if any of them suspect? It was a daunting thought. If tongues started wagging, then it was only a matter of time until the story came out. Harry knew that he had to find some way to end this…thing. If only Lucius would allow him to do it.

They moved along down the hallway until they came to the room that Lucius must have been referring to. Harry stepped into the empty office and started to turn around so that he could at last get an answer as to what was so important. Before he could turn all the way, however, he found himself being shoved forward and held against the nearest wall. He groped blindly for his wand but it was snatched away from him before he could get a proper grip.

Lucius' breath washed warm across the back of his neck and Harry gave a little shudder. He struggled, of course, but the older wizard had him pinned firmly against the wall, making the struggle futile. Harry felt an immediate response low in his abdomen, the tingling of sensation that signaled he was becoming aroused. He hated that his body betrayed him like that, but if he was honest with himself, his mind was as excited as his body.

"Lucius, stop." It was mostly a token protest – though on one level, the auror was serious. He really did not want one of his coworkers to walk in and discover them like this.

"I don't think so, Potter." That warm and seductive voice sent another shiver up his spine.

"Lucius," Harry's voice was so breathy that he had to swallow, trying to work moisture back to his mouth, "this office isn't secure. Somebody could just walk in."

"Yes," the older wizard purred, "exciting isn't it?"

Even though exciting wasn't quite the word Harry would have chosen, it did appear to be accurate. He couldn't deny the stirring of interest in his trousers and the effects on the other man were just as obvious. The warm moistness of Lucius' already heavy breathing brushed over the hair on the back of the young auror's neck and he groaned softly as Lucius ground his hardness against Harry's buttocks.

It wasn't long before he felt his robes being stripped off of him. He tried to turn – or to move at all, for that matter - but found that he was still being held firmly. Lucius hadn't used any spell that Harry could hear but that didn't mean magic wasn't involved.

Malfoy's strong, graceful hands were at Harry's front, undoing the younger man's belt and fly. Potter drew a ragged breath as the sides of those fingers brushed carelessly down the hardness that was tenting the fabric.

Once undone, Harry's trousers flopped open, weighted by the belt, and slid down to pool on the floor. The older wizard's fingernails scraped slightly against Harry's hips as he tugged the auror's boxers down too. A little more fumbling ensued before Harry felt the other man's rigid cock nudging between his buttocks.

Despite his arousal, Harry tensed. He had no idea what to expect from Lucius, especially since Harry had never been with another man.

Lucius seemed content, at least for the moment, just to do as he had been doing, thrusting lightly between the younger man's buttocks. The tight constriction of Malfoy's fingers enveloped Harry's erection, drawing a deep and primal groan from the auror.

This was all so wrong that part of him was starting to think it was right. There was an aggression to the act that left him feeling more at ease than he had in a long time, like some need that he hadn't even recognized he had was being fulfilled.

Not that any such thing was going through his conscious mind in the moment. Harry's entire focus, all the power of his senses, was tuned to the raw feelings of touch: the way Lucius' hardness was pressing against the younger man's perineum just so, the flexing and releasing of Lucius' fingers as they stroked him, the musky smell of their combined arousal mixed with expensive cologne and the warmth, as well as the sound, of the other wizard's heavy breathing in his ear.

All of these things stoked the fire in Harry's bollocks toward the inevitable crescendo. With each passing second, he wondered when Malfoy would finally claim him. He was still waiting for it when Lucius tensed and Harry felt the heated product of the other man's passion flow out onto his bare skin. Then suddenly, where there had been heat, there was now cold as Lucius took a step back and started to restore his clothing.

Harry's body was screaming with need and unspent passion. His muscles trembled and once more he tried to move. Unfortunately for him, he was still immobilized.

In a voice filled with frustration, confusion and desire, he called out to the other man. "Lucius? What are you doing?"

The elder wizard stepped closer to Harry's side and actually had the temerity to stroke Harry's face like he was a child.

"I told you that you would pay for the other night, Potter." His tone was low and intimate – and infinitely smug. "Look on the bright side. At least I didn't come in your face."

"You're…you're not going to leave me like this." Harry cursed himself for the weakness in his words and in his voice.

Lucius gave a feral smile. "We'll see."

Leaning in, Malfoy kissed him full on the mouth, long enough to take Harry's breath away. Then he pulled back once more and disappeared from Harry's view. Harry hissed in vexation.

Luckily, he wasn't left like that for much longer. As soon as Lucius' clothing and appearance were restored, he laid the young man's wand on the table and turned for the door.

"Good day, Potter. If you need anything further, I believe you know where to find me."

Harry was about to call out again but Lucius was already leaving the room. As soon as the white-haired wizard passed through the door, the unseen bonds that held Harry in place were gone. He turned quickly but of course he was alone in the room.

Harry's first instinct was to run after Malfoy but as soon as the thought entered his head, he realized that nothing would be accomplished by doing so. It would only take moments for Malfoy to reach a crowded place and Harry was standing there with his trousers in a heap around his ankles and his cock sticking out like a flagpole.

Growling at the universe in general and Lucius Malfoy in particular, Harry snatched up his wand and made sure that the door was locked. Then he jerked himself off furiously to the memory of the man whose scent still lingered in the room.

Once Harry came, he tugged his boxers and trousers back up and struggled back into his robes.

Yes, he knew where to find Malfoy and the man was most definitely going to receive a visit that night.