Ron leaned on the back legs of his chair, and yawned. "Not making much progress. I'll hang back 'til we're done, though."

"Nah, mate, you go on. I'll go perk up in the canteen, and come back to finish this up."

Ron thunked his seat back onto its four legs, and looked hopefully at Harry. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, course! Tell Hermione I said 'hi'."

Ron clapped his best friend on the shoulder. "Good man—will do. I owe you."

"See you tomorrow."

The early evening sunlight poured through the windows of the second level of the Ministry, and Harry stared blankly at his cubicle wall. Magical Maintenance had decided on the illusion of a heatwave. His workstation was littered with Daily Prophet and Wizarding Times clippings, and maps of the dodgy parts of York.

Progress was slow.

By eight o'clock, he was completely alone in the office. He wondered again if this was some kind of cruel joke. He couldn't focus on his report, and was half hard.

Thump-thump-thump.

Harry felt a surge of exhilaration at the steps of familiar boots. Then Malfoy was in the doorway—tall, blond, commanding in scarlet—and silently regarding him from the threshold.

He got to his feet as Draco slowly reached his desk. He felt naked—his own Auror robes flung over the back of his chair.

"Good evening." Draco's eyes were blazing.

"…Hi."

His gaze flickered to Draco's hand, who drew out a pair of handcuffs from a pocket inside his robes. "Do you know what these are?"

He gulped. He nodded. His wrist twitched towards his wand.

"Muggles use them in law enforcement. I fully support collaborative endeavours with our non-magical colleagues." He leaned on the side of Harry's cubicle and crossed his legs at the ankles. "Wouldn't you agree?"

He let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. "I-I suppose so."

"Close the Floo."

He obeyed. Draco locked and silenced the door with two flicks of his wand.

"This shan't take up too much of your precious time," Draco drawled. He pointed to their boss' chair by the empty fire. "Sit."

He sat. His eyes darted about the office. He began to sweat.

This is so wrong.

Draco paced around behind Robards' chair, like a bird circling his prey, and pulled Harry's wrists back to cuff them. He didn't see Harry's eyes widen in panicked excitement as the cuffs clicked shut.

Circling back to face him, Draco cocked his head to one side and admired the sight. He sank to his knees.

A thrill of awed anticipation charged through him. "We might get caught. We'd be in loads of trouble." Draco raised an eyebrow, licked his lips and hummed in agreement. Harry looked down through his eyelashes and grinned. "We shouldn't do this." We shouldn't do this here.

"The Potter I know rushes in where angels fear to tread."

Harry's nostrils flared as he nodded, and wished he was free to bury his hands in Draco's hair.

Draco nuzzled his nose into his crotch. Harry whimpered.

He got up and ran his knuckles down Harry's cheek. "Potter, you are at my mercy." The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as Draco carded his fingers through his hair. "You are going to beg."

He tried to appear brave, but the rise and fall of his ribs gave him away. "Do what you will," he whispered.

Draco grinned. He spelled open Harry's shirt. When he saw the goosebumps, he conjured some bluebell flames. "Better?" he murmured.

He gave Draco a lopsided smile. "Much. Kiss me now."

"No." Malfoy stood back and circled him again slowly. "I'm trying to commit this heavenly vision to memory."

He was unable to sit still. "When do I have to start begging?"

Draco chuckled but didn't answer. He approached Harry from behind and nibbled the lobe of his ear.

"Please. I'm going to start now," said Harry.

Draco circled around to view him. Then, he straddled Harry and cupped his face with both palms. "I take care of you so well."

He nodded and then hissed as Draco latched onto a nipple, pulling the other one hard with cool fingers. "Sublime. For the next ten minutes, you belong to me."

He sagged into the back of the seat, docile, and Draco pushed his glasses up onto the top of his head. Draco kissed the tip of his nose, and sucked on his lower lip. He groaned and bucked up as Draco's erection pressed into his stomach. Chuckling, he ground their cocks together through their clothes.

Only the two of them existed.

Draco captured his lips in a crushing kiss, then licked into his hot wet mouth. He tasted of tea. Draco pushed Harry's shirt down off his shoulders, and kneaded them, whilst deepening their kiss. Harry whimpered into his mouth.

Harry broke away. "I've been waiting all day…you torture me…"

Draco raised an eyebrow, replaced his glasses, and knelt once again between his knees. "Poor Harry. Draco will make it all better." His jaw dropped as Draco pulled him free of his trousers and underwear.