A/N: Thank you teedub and Achilles for the reviews! *hugs*

A/N2: Tiny bit of smut in this chapter. If you don't care for that, just skip the evening at headquarters and continue reading at Two Days Later. (Truth to tell, though, there will be very little of the chapter left, then...)


Chapter 9: The Ministry of Magic, Court Room 5

Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay it's Independence Day

- Independence Day by Martina Mcbride


"Is there anything you wish to add to this?"

The judge looked down on the two young men in front of him. They exchanged a quick glance before one of them cleared his throat. "Umh, meaning no disrespect, but could you tell us again who actually accused us?"

The judge started to get angry. Were these boys playing dumb on purpose?

"Mister Weasley, as you and your brother have already been informed in the subpoena, the plaintiff is the Gringotts bank, with whom you have made a binding contract to regularly transfer the aforementioned sum to the account of another of the bank's customers. Since you are presently insolvent, yet no agreement signed by the other customer has been presented to Gringotts to change or cancel the contract, you now have to answer to this court of law."

The accused wore matching frowns. "Then why is that other customer not here to accuse us to our faces?"

"In such cases, the prosecution is always handled by one of the bank's goblins, as the esteemed Mr. Griphook is doing today" - a nod to the goblin - "for the protection of business secrets. Surely, I do not have to tell you which contract this is about?" He pierced the young wizards with a severe look.

One of the redheads started in a subdued voice: "Well, we have only signed one binding contract, really, back in the day - with Harry..." His twin looked at him in horror.

"I see you are fully aware what this is about. Well, if you do not succeed in paying the amount due within the next two days, I fear I shall have to transfer the two of you to Azkaban."

Now both twins' faces wore looks of utter despair.


That same evening, at the Snake Pit

"So did everything go well at the Ministry?"

"Yes, the proceedings have begun. And I am nearly certain that no-one will help the twins. After all, they are not keeping it secret who they owe that money to. And who's going to donate money if it is going to the 'new Dark Lord'?" Harry grinned.

"I like your Slytherin side, Harry." Draco planted a kiss on his forehead.

"And I like it when you hold me like this, Dragon."

"Just hold you?" Draco asked predatorily.

When Harry failed to answer, he started very slowly moving his hands up Harry's back. His lover put up no resistance as he pulled his shirt over his head, but he was trembling under the gentle touch of the soft hands on his bare skin.

They had not talked about what they had read in the "Café Virus", but they both felt it was hardly necessary. Harry's body had a language of its own and Draco was glad that today, for the first time, it was not trembling with nerves, but with anticipation, and striving towards his hands.

Haltingly at first, then with increasing determination, Harry's hands now also started roaming his lover's torso.

They had often held each other close or just caressed each other while kissing, but it had never gone beyond a certain point. Out of consideration for Harry, Draco had held back and waited - in vain - for Harry to finally buy a clue that Draco's body no more ended below his belt than Harry's own did.

They both felt that today, things would be different.

Harry was brimming with suppressed tension, he was excited to find out how the things he had read about would translate into reality. He had complete trust in Draco and his hands, yet he knew that Draco had nearly as little experience as he did himself (which was none at all). A little giddily, Harry started opening the buttons of Draco's shirt in order to kiss and lick his nipples.

Draco moaned. He had not expected his shy Harry to go on the offensive like that. Somehow he had thought Harry would let him lead.

He had underestimated the former Gryffindor's curiosity and love of adventure. Harry had always had a penchant for jumping head-first into unfamiliar situations. Now was no different.

Just now, he was taking Draco's hard nipples between the fingers of both hands while slowly drawing a little path down to his navel with his tongue. Draco enjoyed the sensation, but did not want to stay idle himself. He leant in to suck on his boyfriend's throat, fingers curling into the black hair. Harry would have a beautiful love bite tomorrow.

Draco gasped as Harry's tongue dipped into his navel. One of his hands released its hold of the black hair and came to rest further down on Harry's pale back. From there, it continued on downwards until it met the seam of Harry's pants. It was deterred by that obstacle for a moment, then it found its way underneath the cloth and not much later closed around one of the mightily fine, taut little butt cheeks of the "Lord of the Snakes".

Draco smugly noticed that Harry moaned with abandon when he felt the hand cupping his bottom.

Nearly as one person, the two young men decided that it was time to remove each other's trousers. For a few seconds, both were puttering around their vis-a-vis's belt buckle and zipper, getting in each other's way. Then they looked up, and after only a short hesitation each quickly got rid of his own garments.

Now they sat facing each other on the bed clad in nothing but their pants.

"Harry, are you sure we are not going too fast?" Draco asked.

"No, we certainly are not," Harry whispered. His cheeks were flushed feverishly, the slightly open lips trembling. "I want you, Draco, and I want all of you."

Harry looked like sin turned flesh. Draco hoped he hadn't abruptly gone pale, what with all the blood in his body apparently rushing down to gather in one single spot. Harry seemed to have noticed, for he lowered his gaze and said with a lascivious grin: "I do not suppose I need to ask if you are ready for this..."

Oh, but this was embarrassing. Draco was about to look away self-consciously when he felt Harry's hand on his cheek. Gently, the young wizard pulled his lover's face towards his own for a kiss. The taste of his mouth, the foreign and yet familiar tongue exploring his own mouth, the feel of the naked, well-toned chest rubbing against his own, made Draco forget his embarrassment. He wrapped his arms around Harry's hips and pulled him in as closely as possible.

Harry ended up sitting on Draco's left thigh, one knee each to Draco's side and against his crotch. Still they were passionately kissing while Draco's hands kneaded Harry's butt cheeks and Harry had his own Hands buried in Draco's blond hair.

When they came up for air, Harry leant back a little, causing his knee to slip ever so slightly forward. It bumped gently against Draco's now considerable erection. Draco sighed loudly in pleasure. Did Harry know what he was doing to him with his innocent, light touches?

Draco's sigh was music to Harry's ears. His head was on fire, his body singing with suppressed anticipation.

Draco suddenly felt a hard something bumping into his side.

Oh my...! That's Harry!

He briefly closed his eyes. Then he captured Harry's lips in another kiss while letting his left hand move as inconspicuously as possible around Harry's hip towards the front. Finally, the long journey was completed and the hand closed gently around Harry's member.

"Woah!" Harry broke the kiss and was sitting up straight as a lamp post. "Drac-ooooh..." he moaned hotly. In a rapid move, he grabbed the blond and pulled him closer. His hands stopped ruffling Draco's soft hair and in turn began moving south.

When Harry proceeded to take hold of his boyfriend's hard prick, Harry was in turn rewarded with an inarticulate scream. That warm, clever hand touching him in a place no-one had ever touched before... Both boys were already floating on a cloud.

Harry vanished their bothersome pants with a fluid hand movement. "I love wandless magic. Don't you agree, Dray?" he whispered in his lover's ear, starting to gently nibble on it.

'Yes,' Draco wanted to say, but at that moment, Harry increased the speed of his hand moving up and down. "YeeeeEEEES!"

Both boys' motions were becoming increasingly jerky, Harry still sitting halfway in Draco's lap.

"Draco, I think I -"

"Harry, I -"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

That night, there were two young men at the Snake Pit who would sleep exceptionally well.


Two Days Later

"Well, have you succeeded in acquiring the money?" The judge earnestly looked at the pale faces in front of him.

"No..." one of them answered.

"Our parents have no money," the other continued shamefacedly.

"And since the money is intended for Harry Potter, nobody wants to loan it to us," his brother finished.

The judge gave a short not, then read his verdict.

And thus Molly Weasley lost two more of her sons.

In the hindmost bench of the courtroom, Harry Potter sat underneath his invisibility cloak and congratulated himself on arranging for the correct judge, whom Tonks had recommended to him. The man had asked no unnecessary questions.

He was the last person to leave the room as he started back for home, eager to get back. He still had to read those books Hermione had left the other night, for him and Draco, on the living room table in their wing of the mansion.