Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.
Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Warnings: Sexual content. Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.
Betaed by YaoiFanGirl101
The war was not going well. There were too many casualties on their side, and not enough on the side of the Dark Lord.
It was strange. The Dark Lord seemed to be steps ahead of them every time. And it wasn't just that they didn't have any spies left, anymore.
The Ministry had lost any efficiency it had left. Kingsley had confided to Granger that Fudge and Scrimgeour were doing nothing at this point. They were going around with their heads stuck in the sand, laboring under the misapprehension that ignoring the Dark Lord would make him go away. As if wizards, witches, even Muggles weren't dying every day.
Charlie Weasley, Stan Shunpike, and Blott (a direct descendant of one of the founders of Flourish and Blotts) had all died. And those were just Order members that they knew the names of.
Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Mundungus Fletcher came back from the raid where both Shunpike and Charlie Weasley died depressed and confused.
"It's like they knew exactly what we were going to do."
"They cut off Charlie, and Fenrir Greyback got to him before we even realized he disappeared." Potter was listening hollowly, his hands clutching the tabletop, knuckles white. Weasley wrapped his arms around Granger, and they were comforting each other.
Draco, however, was thinking. Over the past few weeks, things had been coming together. He knew Granger could see it, and Weasley was beginning to see it as well. Moody definitely saw it and some of the others had a sense of it. Harry, in his lovable naivety, would never in a million years suspect.
Draco knew what he had to do; the only problem was he needed Weasley's help. His pride warred with his desire to see the madman who destroyed his family dead, and eventually lost.
He excused himself from Granger in the library on pretense of going to the loo. He then went searching for Weasley. He was sitting in the sitting room, polishing his broom and looking longingly out the window. Draco knew the feeling.
"Weasley," he said.
Weasley jumped, and spun around, his wand out. The war had made Moody's out of the lot of them. Not in looks, though, thank Merlin.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I need your help." Weasley looked floored by his admission. Draco didn't like Weasley, he still hadn't forgiven him for the veritaserum incident. But Weasley had tools that he needed, so he had to swallow his disgust at working with him.
"I think there's a spy in the Order."
Weasley gaped for a minute, then looked relieved. "Thank Merlin. I thought I was going crazy. That the war finally cracked me. And, I suppose, I just didn't want to believe it."
"Neither do I. Does anyone in the Order know how to use Legilimency?"
"Not that I know off."
"Damn, Granger said the same thing. I can do Occlumency, but I'm pants at Legilimency. Oh well. Onto plan B."
"You have a plan B?"
"Of course. Do you still have that veritaserum you used on me?"
Weasley looked guilty. "Erm,"
"I know Granger confiscated some it, but not all of it, correct?"
"Yeah," muttered Weasley, shame-faced.
"Excellent. We'll need it. And do you have any way to contact Moody?"
"Yeah, why do we need-"
Draco cut him off. "Do you think Moody is the spy?"
"No."
"Neither do I, and we need an adult we can trust."
"Why not my mum or dad, then, huh?"
Weasley's eyes were narrowed, and his voice was self-righteous at the thought of Draco's supposed bigotry.
"Because Moody has the most standing in the Order besides Harry, and he won't have Gryffindorish objections to our questionable methods."
"What makes you think I won't have 'Gryffindorish objections', ferret face?"
"Because you didn't have them when it came to using veritaserum on me." Weasley couldn't fault that logic, not that he didn't try.
"Why should I help you, anyway?"
"As repayment for slipping me veritaserum."
The time not spent researching with Granger or plotting with Weasley, Draco spent in the company of Potter.
It had been months since their first kiss, but nothing had really changed. The sex was still amazing. Granger got this look in her eye every time she looked at Draco now, as if she knew all about it. Weasley was as thick as could be, and Draco intended to keep it that way. No one wanted to be there for that explosion.
One day Potter ambushed Draco on his way back from the library.
"What the mphh!" Draco was cut off by Potter's hand. Which he promptly bit.
Potter yelped and retracted his hand.
"You must stop sneaking up on me, Potter." Potter didn't look repentant in the least.
"Oh, must I?"
Draco knew there was no point in answering, so he opted to kiss Potter instead. Potter didn't complain, and soon Draco was backed against the wall, one thigh in between Potter's leg.
Potter pulled back suddenly, leaving Draco gasping for more. There was a cute little frown on Potter's face, and he looked like he was concentrating.
"Shit, Hermione." Then Draco heard it, the muffled footsteps exiting the library. Draco swore as well, and then pulled Potter behind him. Draco's room was closer.
When they got to his room, they were still as aroused as before. More so, maybe, at the thought of almost being caught.
Draco cast the customary locking and silencing spells, before starting to undress Potter. He had managed to get off his shirt and was focused on Potter's nipple when Potter spoke.
"Malfoy, um, the thing is, err-" Potter was stumbling over his words, not an altogether uncommon occurrence, and looking very red.
"Spit it out, scar head."
"I want you to, er, well, you see, I want to bottom."
Draco couldn't have stopped his eyebrows flying up if he wanted to.
"You sure, Potter?"
"Yes," he answered, without hesitation.
"Been thinking about it, have you?" Potter's blush deepened. Draco felt himself smirking.
"You have, haven't you?" Draco had been hard when he got in his room, and now he was positively dripping precum. It took most of his self-control not to spin Potter around and fuck him against the door.
But this was no doubt Potter's first time bottoming, and if Draco every wanted to do it again, which he thought was a very probable chance, he needed to be gentle.
Draco steered Potter back until they reached the bed. Potter's eyes widened, this was the first time they'd done it on a bed. Determinedly not reading anything into how hot Potter looked shirtless on Draco's bed, Draco finished undressing them. He could now handle the metal contraption on Muggle trousers, the slipper or something, with ease.
Draco straddled Potter's hips, and captured his mouth in a kiss. Even though Potter claimed he wanted to bottom, he wasn't comfortable when he wasn't in control. Potter flipped them over so he was on top, straddling Draco.
Draco bit Potter's collarbone and placed a trail of kisses from his collarbone to his ear. That sufficiently distracted Potter, and Draco flipped him over once again, determined to keep their positions this time. He grabbed Potter's wrists and put them above Potter's head, holding them in one hand.
Potter finally gave in and relaxed, giving Draco full reign. Draco worked his way down Potter's body with his tongue, ignoring the whimpers and pleas coming from Potter's lips.
When he got down to Potter's cock, he blew on it, and then moved his mouth to Potter's hip. Potter moaned at his teasing, and spread his legs as a hint.
It wasn't until he paid enough attention to Potter's hips, bellybutton and thighs that he finally took pity on him. He summoned the lube from his night-stand, and set to work preparing Potter. He took Potter's erection in his free hand, and tried his best to do two things at once.
Potter certainly wasn't complaining, so Draco figured he wasn't doing that badly. He slid one finger in and stretched. When he slid a second finger in and started to scissor them, he brushed against Potter's prostate and Potter groaned.
"Please, Malfoy, more, more, need, please," was all Potter could get out.
But Draco was not to be rushed. He slid in a third finger and stretched Potter. When he deemed Potter, ready, he withdrew his fingers. Potter whimpered from the loss of contact, and he clenched around the withdrawing fingers. Draco pulled Potter's legs over his shoulder.
Draco lined up his cock at Harry's entrance. He slid in very slowly, watching Potter for any sign of discomfort. Potter's faced spasmed, and Draco immediately stopped. But Potter simply screamed "Malfoy!" and came, spurting all over Draco's stomach.
Draco couldn't hold back his laughter as he pushed into Potter. "Someone's a little eager." He lost all coherency, though, when he slid all the way into Potter.
Draco pounded into Potter. His rhythm was harsh and fast, and designed to give himself as much pleasure as possible. Potter had already come, after all. Soon he was coming too, and he collapsed onto Potter. When he realized he was still inside Potter he immediately pulled out. He moved over to the other side of the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, Potter was gone.