Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Neal Caffrey

Chapter Summary: Neal steals the elder wand. Harry takes care of it. (White Collar)

Harry froze as he flipped up the last paper in his office, scowling at the realization that he had lost the elder wand. He had looked for it everywhere, from Grimmauld Place to the Burrow to Hogwarts and finally searched here, his office as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. When he closed his eyes and drew on the strand of power that led to the elder wand, it flickered faintly, very faintly in… New York.

He swore and yanked on the line of power hard, closing his eyes and making sure the man who had stolen the wand came with it.

Neal hummed under his breath, smiling as he passed June in the evening, as he walked up to the roof to have dinner. He flipped up the hat that June had given him, the fedora that had been June's husband's, and glanced up at the New York City morning sky. He had successfully convinced Peter that keeping him on was a good thing, talking the man into keeping Neal out of prison.

They had just finished up their second case together and now… Neal idly flipped open the paper on the roof table before something tugged at his navel. Something looped around his waist, not a physical something but… power. Neal gasped, his heart throbbing in his chest, his blood roaring in his ears as he closed his eyes against the darkness that surrounded him one minute and then was gone the next.

His stomach churned as light filtered in behind his eyelids as he tried to keep his footing and then warm fingers cupped his cheek. The warmth of them was almost like a shock to his system, the touch making him suck in a strangled breath. His shoulders loosened at the touch though and he sighed, half leaning into that warm palm.

"Neal."

The fingers on him tipped his chin up and he looked up into bright green eyes. Worry and a fair bit of irritation flickered behind that green as he looked, his own gaze stopping on the scar on the man's forehead. There was more than a little bit of facial hair at Harry's chin, the older man apparently having forgotten to shave for a day or so.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, it's me." Harry pulled his fingers away and stepped back, moving to stand off to the side, next to the desk that lay in front of Neal. A shirt covered Harry's chest and jeans curled around his hips as he leaned against the desk. Comfortable looking boots fit around his feet, boots that looked an awful lot like combat boots. Harry was nothing like any of the FBI agents that he had dealt with so far, nothing like any member of law enforcement that he had ever met. His medium length black hair was messy on his head, none of it covering that scar. "What the fuck, Neal? I told you to stop stealing my stuff."

Neal swallowed at the sound of the muted disappointment in Harry's voice, feeling his cheeks redden faintly. "You know me. See something I like and… Honestly, you have two wands. No wizard needs two wands, even though I just learned about your world a month ago."

Harry stared at him, lifting an eyebrow. "Neal. That… isn't just any wand, darling."

Neal grinned and pulled out the wand that he had taken from Harry's pocket last week. The thin stick of old looking wood looked like it would cost a lot, maybe even a thousand dollars. It was pretty too, thin, gnarly knots of wood lining it. "Looks like any old wand. Anyway… I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly. I need you to restrain yourself, please."

"Look, I'll give it back," Neal offered, handing the wand over under Harry's unimpressed gaze. There was something in Harry's eyes that made his own stomach curl.

Harry took it and placed it on the desk beside him before swearing. "Will you promise to not do it again?"

"You know me," Neal remarked, smirking at Harry, looking the man over, fluttering his eyelashes at him.

Harry cleared his throat, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Neal. I'm being serious-"

The knock at the door made Harry swear under his breath, run a hand through his hair. Neal watched as he glanced at the clock over by the door, as he scrubbed a hand through his messy hair. "Ahh, fuck. I forgot about this meeting."

"You want me to hide under your desk?" Neal questioned, winking at him slyly.

Harry snorted. "I don't have time to take you back right now. Might as well. Don't touch anything."

Neal grinned and walked around to the other side of Harry's desk, taking a quick look around the office as he did. He knew Harry was one of the higher ranking members of the Ministry of Magic but he didn't know quite where he worked. He didn't… He blinked and glanced down at the monitoring bracelet on his ankle, seeing the red light on it blink rapidly, almost like it was in distress.

His lips twitched faintly at the sight, wondering what Peter was thinking. He wondered what the FBI thought he had done. In NYC one minute and London the next. He crouched down and snuck under the big desk, drawers on either side of him and a short wall of wood shielding him from outside view. He swiveled around and looked back as he heard Harry walk around to open the door, saying hi to whomever was on the other side.

"Harry, can I have a moment please? Some of the lords would…"

Neal tuned out the shop talk, hearing Harry let out a sigh before agreeing. He heard two sets of footsteps walk back into the office, followed by a third heavy set, the bottom of the robes swishing.

"What is it now? Someone complaining about the new policy that came from your office?"

Neal watched as Harry sat down in his chair, close to the desk, and grinned, looking right at the v between Harry's legs. Neal licked his lips idly, his mouth going dry as a thought flickered through his mind. He slowly reached out and leaned in, pushing Harry's legs apart slightly, and pressing his forehead against Harry's thigh.

He heard Harry let out a noise above him and he grinned even wider, heat stirring in the pit of his stomach. His own cock twitched as he watched Harry's harden underneath his jeans. He moved slowly and mouthed over the jeans that lay between him and the cock he wanted, feeling it grow with arousal. He left a wet trail behind him even as he swallowed around the clothed cock. He was just about to reach out with his hands to push Harry's jeans down, eagerness making him hurry when a silk ribbon floated down, tying itself around one of his wrists.

Neal groaned as heat and arousal made him dizzy, his cock hardening, his fingers curling and uncurling with need. The ribbon pulled his hand behind his back before another ribbon tied itself around his other hand and pulled both his arms behind his back. His breathing hitched as he remembered Harry's words, don't touch anything, a shot of hot want flooding him.

Harry's jeans moved downward without Harry doing anything, revealing white boxers underneath. One of Harry's hands slipped under the desk and pushed his boxers down, cupping Neal's chin, making him freeze for a moment.

"Potter, I know you want to get approval on this but the lords won't budge. They say you're using your status as-"

The male voice was unfamiliar to Neal but clearly not to Harry or to the woman in the room.

"Vaughn, you know very well this needs to get passed. It's time the British wizarding world comes out of the 20th century and into the 21st. I know the election is in a week and all that but your department would benefit from this. You know it. I know it. You're just digging in your heels because of old prejudices."

"I am not. Minister Granger, tell him-"

Harry's fingers pressed into his chin a little bit, his thumb tracing over Neal's lips. He shivered and leaned into them, opening his mouth even as he felt the silk brush over his skin, tying itself together. His arms were now bound behind his back and Harry's cock was hard and bare before him, making Neal lick his lips, suck in the finger at his mouth.

Harry's cock twitched before he withdrew his finger, curling his hand around the back of Neal's neck and pulling him in. Neal didn't need any further encouragement before he opened his mouth and licked at the cock before him, twirling his tongue over the head, licking stripes down the hot skin. His own cock was hard, standing up against his skin, his pants chafing against it, sensation filling his stomach with heat.

The silk around his wrists brushed teasingly against his skin, like it was moving on its own. The desk around him kept him hidden from view but he wondered… Or he would have wondered further had Harry not pulled him in even deeper. Neal let out a noise, half gagging on it, before he took a breath through his nose, taking in the cock all the way to the root, the heat of Harry's thighs surrounding him.

He could feel his own cock start to drip with pre-come and he whined, not even caring that the politicians in the room would hear him. He wanted… something to rub against, something to relieve… The fingers at his neck smoothed almost comforting circles against his skin, squeezing teasingly before pausing and holding him there. Neal felt drops of sweat fall down his back, making his shirt stick to his skin.

"Hermione, you know me. You know all of us."

"I do, Harry. Vaughn, can we come to a compromise?"

He was on his knees and wanting, pre-come staining his own pants. He winced at it, distantly hoping that Harry could clean them off after… He groaned as he squirmed around, beneath the desk, hidden from the view of three politicians. He flexed his wrists around the ribbons that held him, wondering if… But no, the ribbons held tight, keeping his arms in place, keeping him from touching himself. He heard a light thump behind him but didn't even care what it was, just cared that he couldn't touch himself.

His cock was so hard that he was aching with it, his nerves alight with electricity, with desire and heat. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood roaring loudly in his ears. He swallowed around the cock in his mouth, swallowing the pre-come, and Harry's fingers tightened their grip on his neck, using him. Using his mouth to get off and Neal groaned so loudly that there was no chance of not being heard. He was being used to warm Harry's cock and heat stirred in the pit of his stomach, that edge coming closer and closer. He was full and it felt like his world had just dwindled down to the cock in his mouth, his mind slowing down at least a little.

"Good. I'm glad you were able to offer an alternative, Vaughn. I will need an update by the end of the week. You can go."

"But Minister-"

"I said you can go," the woman offered, her voice quiet with a hint of steel underneath. Neal shivered at the sound of it and Harry's fingers stopped their motions on his neck before pulling away. He stopped breathing for a second before he sucked in a deeper breath through his nose, feeling drool dribble out the side of his mouth. He heard the door open and close behind them, trying to will his cock down and failing spectacularly.

"Harry, you had suspicions about him, didn't you?"

"I think so," Harry remarked, his voice ever so slightly rough. "He's hiding something."

The woman snorted and stood up off the chairs behind the desk, before slipping down to grab something up off the floor. "So were you. Those are some charms you've got on your desk."

Harry huffed out a laugh, his chest rumbling, as he reached out to grab Neal's hat out of Hermione's fingers. "Why thank you."

Hermione's lips twitched and some of the strands of her bushy hair escaped the tie it was in. He felt Neal shuffle on the floor underneath his desk and Neal's tongue twirl around his cock, making him suck in a startled breath. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to the door, glancing back at him.

"Tell me you didn't kidnap him, at least."

Harry snorted before hesitating, realizing what Neal had last told him about his situation. "It was for a good cause."

Hermione wiped a hand down her face in exasperation before leaving, shutting the door behind her. Harry smiled and smudged over the runes he had traced out on his desk, the magic rushing back into him and… letting him hear Neal. And hear him he did. Rough pained noises were leaving Neal's throat, little needy whines that made his own cock throb and pulse.

"Ahhh, do you need to come?" Harry teased, hearing his own voice, the roughness of it, seeing Neal's arms tied behind his back, the silk ribbon that he had conjured wrapped around those pale wrists. "Come here."

Neal scrabbled up even as Harry slipped his cock out of his mouth, digging his fingers into Neal's hips to steady the other man. Neal's blue eyes were blown with hot arousal and he moaned as Harry helped him push down his slacks, pushing them down and baring his cock. Neal stared at him, sweat dripping down his forehead, his cock hard and red, pre-come dripping down and getting his pants wet.

Harry met Neal's eyes and reached out with one hand to curl around that cock, smearing pre-come all over before using his other hand to flip Neal around, settling him on his lap. More of those sounds left Neal's throat, loud moans and words that slurred together like please, fuck. He slipped one arm around Neal's waist, steadying him, as he rubbed his cock up against Neal's ass, reaching out with his other hand to trace that ring of muscle, slipping a wet finger in idly.

Neal's whole body seized up, arching up, almost trembling on Harry's lap.

"Don't come until I'm in you, babe," Harry whispered, right up against Neal's ear, seeing goosebumps roll up Neal's neck.

Neal groaned and bucked back into him, sounds dripping from his throat. "Fuck. Harry."

"I know you can do it, Neal."

He slipped in another finger, curling into him, stretching him open. A choked off moan left his own throat as he watched Neal open up for him, that sweaty skin all because of him. He slipped his fingers out and conjured some lube, slicking up his own cock and fucked up into that tight wet heat.

Neal cried out, arching up, his back flexing, his shoulder blades curling, visible through his shirt. Harry kept him in place, one arm around his waist, and his other hand curling around to slip around Neal's throat, flexing slightly. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as Neal rocked against him, bucking back into him, letting his cock slide into him deeper, further.

"Oh, fuck!" Neal gasped and damn near vibrated in place, his skin reddening at the tips of his ears, goosebumps trailing all over him.

"No more stealing," Harry reproached, pressing into Neal, leaving no space between his chest and Neal's back, biting into the skin at the crook of Neal's neck. Neal's arms were the only thing keeping them apart, still bound together behind Neal's back. "Could get you… shit… into trouble or dead, alright?"

Neal nodded, letting out a sound that went straight to Harry's gut, straight to his cock. Neal's feet dragged against the floor, rocking into Harry's legs around him. Harry trailed a line of kisses up Neal's throat, fucking up into him again, making Neal pant, his breathing hitching with the effort.

It was a mistake to look at where his cock disappeared into Neal's ass but look he did and he sucked an even harder mark into Neal's skin, his body freezing up at just the right moment to… He slipped his hand down from where it was at Neal's throat, trailing down the other man's chest, flicking his nipple, and curling around his cock.

"Alright," Harry whispered through gritted teeth, thrusting in even harder, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the air. Sweat and the smell of sex followed as Harry stroked over Neal's cock. "Go ahead, baby boy."

Neal shivered and shuddered, bucking against him as his muscles clenched around his cock. Harry grinned even as he panted, his vision greying out, his toes curling in his boots, his fingers flexing and digging further into Neal's skin.

Neal sat there, breathing hard, Harry's hand on his cock as his come splattered onto his shirt, onto his bare lap. "Oh fuck. Shit. Harry."

"Good boy," Harry whispered, stroking his cock idly, loosely, milking him, and finally pulled his hand off, stroking his sides. Neal felt wrung out, felt dried out, his mouth dry, his fingers flexing behind his back. Neal startled even as Harry's hands stroked over his arms, releasing him from the ribbons. "Shhh. I've got you."

"I've got you," Harry murmured, reaching out behind him for something, for what Neal didn't know, didn't even care.

He heard some glass move around, something pouring, and then a glass was at his lips. Neal readily opened his mouth and let Harry dribble in some water, gulping up the cold water greedily. It felt and tasted wonderful on his throat, like he had been a man walking through the desert. Harry's other hand was at his back, tracing small circles into his sweaty skin, underneath his shirt.

"Let's get you back to New York," Harry finally spoke, after pulling away the empty water glass and leaning his forehead against Neal's shoulder blades. "I'll run interference for you with the FBI."

Neal snorted, finally catching his breath, tiny little aftershocks of pleasure riding through him. Harry's fingers combed through his hair, gentling him even more. "I don't know what Peter will say."

Harry laughed into Neal's back and stood up, making Neal yelp at the sudden movement. "You leave that to me."

Neal scrabbled around with what little energy he had left to throw his arms around Harry's neck, automatically closing his eyes. Harry's arms were already wrapped around him, holding him easily enough. The quiet sound of Harry's apparition echoed in his ears and he kept his eyes tightly closed against the darkness of the two seconds that it took for them to get to NYC.

"Alright. We're back at your home. You can open your eyes now," Harry whispered, slowly lowering him down to the floor. Neal opened his eyes to the glow of NYC street lights, to the headlights of cars as they sped past them on the street next to them. Cars honked at other cars and bicyclists rode past, braving the evening traffic. Sounds of radio and conversation filtered over to them from nearby stores and apartments. "It may or may not be crawling with FBI agents."

Neal grinned as his feet got used to holding him up again, Harry's arm still around his waist. "You did kidnap me after all."

Harry rolled his eyes and poked his shoulder. "You're gonna get me arrested."

"Do they even have… Hey, Peter. How's the hunt for me going this time?"

Agent Peter Burke stared at them, having stepped out of June's home for a minute. He stared at them for several minutes before swearing loudly. "Caffrey, I swear to god…"

"Agent Burke, this is not Neal's fault," Harry started, using his other arm to reach into his coat pocket. The coat that hadn't been around Harry's shoulders a minute ago. Neal watched as Harry brought out a badge and flashed it to Peter, letting the other man look at it. "I borrowed him without letting your office know. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," Neal offered, grinning at Harry's exasperated expression even as his body protested at the movement he had just put it through. His ass would be feeling that in the morning.

"Okay. I'm not. I however won't do it again," Harry continued unrepentantly, shrugging and pulling his arm back from Neal's waist.

Peter blinked, his mouth opening and closing as he studied the badge. "This says here that you've been knighted by the Queen."

"I might have been," Harry said patiently, as if he didn't have a care in the world, tucking his badge away. "The CIA will vouch for me too, if you want a more local office to call."

"Then where'd you take him? Our computers were unable to locate him." Peter's scrunched up face was irritated, exasperated. The rest of the FBI team came trundling out behind Peter and stared at the two of them. Neal just waved at them cheerfully.

"It was a classified location," Harry explained, elbowing Neal and staring at him with a pointed look. "No more stealing from my home, got it?"

"Oh Neal! He didn't?" Peter questioned, his eyes flashing irritably.

Neal lifted his shoulders idly in a small shrug, swallowing at Harry's look.

"He should know better now," Harry replied, something sharp curling in his voice that made Neal shiver. "Anyway… Here's my card if you want to call me for more information. Don't hold him responsible for what just happened. It's not his fault."

Peter reached out to take Harry's card and peered down at it. "Alright. Well… Neal. It's good to see you."

Neal smiled and waved at Harry as he walked off, presumably to head away from the all the FBI agents to disapparate. "Be seeing you!"

Harry smirked at him and then rounded the corner of the building, disappearing from sight.