Chapter Two

Harry leaned back into David's nude lap. He opened his mouth and let in a little of Dave's member while his boss's long fingers combed through Harry's long strands of jet black hair. Their clothes were cast aside, lying in a heap in the corner. Man juice was spread all over the floor. Harry's thoughts wandered to poor Seamus. He felt terrible that he had fallen for David, but hey, it's not like he was interested in him-Harry was just doing his boss a favor. And how good it had felt... Harry closed his eyes, he had never felt something as good as he had when he felt David's body behind him and in him...

"Harry?" David's rusty voice brought Harry out of his thoughts.

"Yea?"

"Well the other reason I wanted to talk to you was that I'm sending you on a mission."

Harry's heart leaped. "Where?" he asked, climbing to sit opposite David, curling his legs around his torso and setting his hands on the little brown curly hairs on David's chest.

"I'm sending you to break through the defenses of a major Death Eater. He's about your age, and still lives with his Death Eater family in a mansion. He's filthy rich, you know." David explained.

"Aren't they all?" laughed Harry.

"Well anyways, we need you to get access to the list of all Death Eaters he keeps somewhere in his house. After you've got that to us, you might as well go and kill him and his family—They're just in the way." David finished.

Harry nodded. He could do this. David drew another kiss from Harry, before reaching to his pants pocket and checking his pocketwatch. Harry leaned in to look too. It was noon, sharp. They had spent three hours frolicking.

"I've got a meeting at one," David said, rather sad.

Harry nodded, getting up. One last hug as the two naked bodies embraced. They dressed in silence, charming each other and the floor clean. Harry got the mission brief, in its manila folder, from the head auror and began to walk towards the door.

David grabbed Harry in a bear-hug, as he turned to leave. Harry felt his hot breath in his ear. "Thanks, pal. You showed me how truly and randomly beautiful life can be." Harry smiled as David affectionately nipped at his ear. David grabbed Harry's crotch one last time and opened the door.

Harry walked out and the big steel doors shut behind him. Harry walked to his office and dropped himself in his chair, setting the folder on his desk in front of him. Harry opened the folder up and gasped, almost falling out of his chair. There, on the front page was paper-clipped a picture of the Death Eater. Next to it, highlighted in pink was the name "Malfoy, Draco Abratias". Harry smirked. Draco didn't look bad. His silvery-blonde hair plastered down the back of his head, and he could almost feel the sparks zapping from those static grey eyes. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and his face was in a scowl, as it usually was.

So Draco was his victim. His old high school rival (and crush, for the 5th and 6th years). The brief Draco was still single and hadn't been seeing anyone since he got out of college... Harry looked at his address. So he was to find a way into the hearts of the Malfoys. He wondered whether he should disguise himself. Harry decided not to take the risk. They would see though it. He might as well come clean, and act as if he's joined their side...

Harry got home from work at five thirty. He found Seamus eating muggle popcorn and reading the "Whackoff Weekly-men for men edition" (his favorite magazine). Harry reached in his pants and brought out his organism, still soft and warm. To surprise Seamus, who hadn't noticed he was home yet, he sneaked up behind him and stuck it in his ear. Seamus shrieked and fell off the sofa. Harry laughed, grabbed the magazine and ran into their room and shut and locked the door. Seamus got back up with a roar, charmed the door open and jumped on Harry. Harry stopped Seamus before he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"I have to confess something, Seamus." Harry sat up, only keeping a steady hand on Seamus's shoulder. "Today, at work, you know my boss David?" Seamus nodded. "Well he... I... er..." Harry blushed. Seamus's brows furrowed, understanding what went on. "He hadn't experienced love before and he made me... I wanted to..."

Seamus laid on finger on Harry's lips. "I understand." Seamus's voice was quivering.

Harry thought back to all of the nights he had snuggled with Seamus whispering into his ear "You're my only man..." Feeling very ashamed of what he had done, Harry clenched his fists.

Seamus's face was very morose. He kissed Harry's lips, his neck and his clothed crotch. Seamus sighed and walked towards the door. Harry shook his head. The worst was happening. Seamus looked in the ice-box, pulled out a bottle of water, took his wallet off of the counter, his cloak off the rack, and opened the door. One more look into Harry's green eyes. "Don't be sad that it's over, Harry. Just be happy for the time we shared together. I'm sorry it couldn't have been more." And with that, and a swish of his purple cloak, the laughing Irish boy walked out of Harry's life for what was to be forever.

Harry's eyes had welled up with tears and he ran to his bed and fell, crying. He cried for an hour, at the least, then he lied on his back, staring at the white ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened that day. He fell asleep without dinner, but woke up in the middle of the night, the room too hot with the blanket on, too cold without the blanket. His pillow was soaked with sweat and tears. Harry sighed and got up to sit out on the balcony of his room. He watched the stars. They were so much farther away tonight. There was no moon, and a groggy, unwelcoming atmosphere that hung in the air like a bad odor. What had he gotten himself into? Harry wondered.

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Disclaimer: None of these belong to me, except for David, the plot is mine.

... sad isn't it? Tell me how you'd like it... I'm open to suggestions! I'm hoping to have Draco and Harry meet in the next chapter... Review!