Rating: Mature

Warning: Not much except for the occasional curse.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.

Chapter 10

Harry shifted, his wand clutched in his hand, his body almost trembling from excitement. His team of eleven Auror witches and wizards were scattered throughout the building, hiding in the shadows or behind crates and boxes. They all lay in wait for Blake and his criminal friends, and the shipment of whatever the Hufflepuff had ordered.

Beside him sat Malfoy, the man shifting in impatience as they waited. Harry leaned toward him, slowly sliding his tongue along the blonde's neck, moaning quietly in his ear.

Draco started, whipping around and glaring at the grinning Gryffindor. "Bloody hell, Potter!" He hissed softly, taking care not to be too loud. "Where on a mission, keep your tongue to yourself!"

Harry stifled a chuckle, rubbing his nose against the bruise on the man's neck, nipping gently and sucking on it to keep it there. He leaned a little away and surveyed the bruise he had put there earlier that morning, a flash of possessiveness whipping through him as he saw the skin purpled and blue.

He growled lowly, grabbing the blonde's hair and yanking his head back, latching onto his neck and sucking hard. He felt the man shudder, a quiet gasp whispering from his lips as Harry bit his neck, renewing the bruise he had placed there that very morning before running to the Ministry.

Harry snarled, attacking and plundering, his saliva coating the Slytherins neck, shining wetly in the dim light of the warehouse. Harry, after a few more moments, leaned away, letting go of the blonde hair and shifting away. His breathing was heavier, but thankfully not much so, but the blonde, with his neck raw and bruised, was panting.

Draco swallowed, licking his dry lips and reaching up to touch the hicky, wincing when it throbbed. "Bloody hell! Why did you do that!?" He hissed quietly, glaring at the Gryffindor and rubbing the wound on his neck.

Harry grinned, glancing at the bruise and feeling a flash of satisfaction. "Just wanted to keep it there. Didn't want people to think you were free." He whispered, shifting and readjusting his grip on his wand.

Draco's eyes narrowed, his lips dropping into a frown. "Excuse me? When did I s-" He gasped, the sound muffled by Harrys hand, his eyes wide as the Gryffindor leaned forward and pressed his lips to his ear.

"Blake is here." He said, his tone serious. "Oh, and your mine. Deal with it." He whispered, grinning.

Draco huffed behind his palm and pushed his hand away, his lips pursing as he gazed down at the floor, where Blake and two other men had stopped at. He left the comment of ownership for later, instead dealing with the work they had now.

They sat behind crates, up on a loft, right on top of the deal that was going on down below.

"Does it look like I care, you bloody bastard!?" The Malfoy double hissed, anger clear on his face. It was Blake of course, disguised, but the other men didn't know that, them all thinking it was the Slytherin who had been in league with Voldemort before the World Savior had killed him.

"No sir, it doesn't." One grumbled, a thin twig of a man, his brown hair ratty and his nose pointed upward. "It just can't be done! The drugs are taking too long to make! It's not our faults!"

The other nodded, frowning. "Yeah boss. It's not our fault." He said calmly, his dark brown eyes blank. "We couldn't do anything about it."

Blake sighed and raked a hand through his now blonde hair, the Auror robes he wore shifting as he reached for his wand. "Fine, I'll talk to the dealers. Now, were are the crates?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow in cool question.

The two men grinned and gestured to the door, turning on their heels and striding to it, pulling it open to reveal a room full of boxes.

Blake grinned, his teeth flashing dangerously as the men grabbed one box each and brought it out, setting it in front of the Hufflepuff and stepping back to await his next orders.

Blake swaggered up to the crates and waved his wand, the top of the box flying off and hitting the wall. He bent forward and grabbed a hand full of the crates contents, bringing them up for them all to see.

Harry frowned, confused as to what the man held, his eyebrows netted in question.

Blake smiled in obvious delight and unwrapped one of the candy's, sticking his tongue out and licking it, a laugh bursting from his throat as he popped it into his mouth. "Well done boys, now the only thing we have to do is sell them and become millionaires!"

Harry gritted his teeth in annoyance, gesturing to Malfoy that they had enough information to put the man in jail and that it was time to capture and subdue him. He shifted his feet and with a growl, lunged off the balcony, rolling when his feet hit the ground.

Blake started and turned, his eyes widening when he saw Harry and eleven other Aurors descending upon him. He turned and staggered away, crying out in a loud voice that echoed. "Aurors! They're here!" he shouted, his voice carrying. Behind him, doors opened and men fell out of the sky, falling in behind Blake as they raised their wands.

Harry cursed, his knees bent and his wand ready, behind him his other men doing the same. A tense silence fell, and with a sudden cry, spells whizzed through the air, voices crying out and shouting in the melee.

Harry gasped and ducked, leaping to the side and sending a spell to his attackers, grinning savagely when the man stiffened and fell. Beside him, Malfoy fought with vicious glee, his eyes alight as he threw people and stunned them.

Harry grinned and looked the other way as a flash of robes catching his vision. He frowned, his eyes narrowing. He turned to Draco, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Blake is getting away!We have to catch him before he apparats." He shouted, tearing off after the man. Luckily they had set a barrier around the warehouse and near it, so people inside couldn't apparate away. Of course, the Aurors couldn't either, but it was better than letting the criminals get away.

Draco clenched his teeth and raced after the Gryffindor, his wand flicking as he sent hexes and spells behind him, protecting him from attack. He chased after Harry and came up beside him, his breathing heavy and sweat beading on his forehead from adrenaline.

The men raced after Blake, their footsteps echoing through the street as they followed quickly behind. Harry pumped his legs and arms, glancing to the left and at Draco. "There is an alley, a few yards from here, it cuts across the square where Blake is headed. Can you go through it and catch him before he passes it?" He asked, a little breathless as Draco nodded.

"Can I beat the hell out of him when I catch him?" Draco asked, growling low in his throat.

Harry laughed and nodded. "Yes, but only if you catch him before I do." He said, grinning.

Draco chuckled and nodded, seeing the alley come up on his left. "Well then, it seems I'll have to before you do." He said, jetting off down the alley toward the square.

Harry shook his head and sped up, his robes flapping behind him as he ran. Moments later he skidded to a stop, panting heavily as he entered the square, right where Blake or Draco was supposed to be. He turned around and surveyed the area, frowning in confusion.

"Maybe he went after him." He muttered, about to run down the street when he heard a clatter behind him. He whirled around, his wand raised. He sighed in relief and grinned, seeing the flustered blonde run out from the alley.

"Draco! Thank Merlin!" Harry said, walking toward the man when a sudden worm of doubt entered his mind. He frowned, opening his mouth to speak when Malfoy grinned, his eyes flashing.

"I thought it was Blake who was in the square, I was about to hex you."

Harry nodded, still unsure. "Yeah, well, we might want to catch him. Do you have any idea where he went?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.

The Slytherin shook his head, glancing to his right back down the alley, showing his neck to the Gryffindor. "No, he might have turned and came up behind us." He said, running a hand through his hair.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly as he saw the blondes neck. His gaze narrowed and with a growl, grabbed Malfoys collar, dragging him toward him. "Where is it?" He hissed, his tone venomous.

Draco gasped, dumbfounded. "Where is what?"

"The hicky I gave you this morning." Harry clarified, his fingers curled around the man's robes. "It's not there."

Malfoy gaped, stunned. "Shit." He said, his gaze snapping fire. He reached down quickly, grabbing for his wand when Harry sent a right hook his way, clipping his temple and sending him reeling. He fell, his back thumping against the hard stone of the street, his body limp as he blacked out.

Harry waved his hand, his knuckles throbbing from the impact when he heard a cry behind him. He turned, nursing his injured hand as he gazed at Draco, the man panting as he ran from the alley.

"Harry! Are you alright!?" He asked frantically, staggering toward him and running his hands all over his body. "That damned Blake was waiting for me in the alley! When he saw me, he punched me in my face and I passed out." He said sheepishly, glancing at his double that lay unconscious on the ground.

Harry grinned, showing he was alright. "I figured it out a second before you ran into the square." He said, reaching down and hauling the man up, throwing him over his shoulder as he set off back toward the warehouse.

Draco frowned, trailing after the man as they headed back to the team. "How did you figure it out?" He asked, grabbing Harrys arm and gazing up at him.

Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss the blonde, glancing quickly at the bruise on Malfoys neck before straightening and continuing to walk down the street. "No reason. He just didn't have enough attitude."

YES! almost done guys! sorry it took so long, been busy with other things. there will be one or two more chapters to this. i hoped you liked and i hope you review! until next time!