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: Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own. Sexual content. Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.
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Being secluded in Grimmauld Place had allowed very little contact with the outside world, so when a Weasley showed up unannounced one day, it was big news.
"I have messages from both mum and Moody," he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "We've received a tip, from a source Moody backs mind you, on the location of a Death Eater base."
Draco had unable to give the Order the location of the Dark Lord's headquarters at Malfoy Manor because the Dark Lord had it warded to the teeth. Draco knew that the Dark Lord kept his headquarters at Malfoy Manor, he just could not tell you where Malfoy Manor was. When the Dark Lord had taken over the Manor, he had redone the wards so only he knew the location. Death Eaters returned to the Manor by following their Marks, which connected them to the Dark Lord.
Ponytail-Weasley went on, "We're mounting an attack tonight. Moody wants both of you to come. Mum, on the other hand, advises you to stay here, but recognizes that you are adults and can do what you want. Harry, Malfoy, you have to stay here." He turned towards his brother and Granger and lowered his voice, cutting Draco and Harry out of the conversation. "If you two are coming, meet at the usual place by seven pm." He raised his voice to a normal level again. " I have to be home by three, Fleur's gone hormonal, but I don't suppose you have any of mum's cooking around. I could do with a bite to eat."
Ponytail-Weasley stayed to chat, mainly with Granger and his brother. Harry was in a mood after being reminded he couldn't do anything. Ponytail-Weasley kept shooting Draco nasty looks and Draco didn't blame him. Draco couldn't look him in the face, all the scars reminded him of that night in sixth year. Finally, after fifteen awkward minutes, Harry got up and left, and Draco gratefully followed.
Trying to distract Harry, Draco asked, "Was he talking about Fleur Delacouer, Beauxbatons champion?"
"Yeah, he married her, and now she's pregnant," came the terse reply.
"Not really a good time, is it? What with the war and all?"
"Nope."
Draco huffed. "If you're just going to sulk all day, I'll leave you alone then."
"Have fun." Draco slammed the door as he left, and made sure to stamp up the stairs.
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At nineteen past seven that evening, Draco felt a tug. He was sitting on his bed, drinking tea and he jumped, spilling tea down his front. He swore and cleaned it up. Then he felt another tug, realised what it was, and swore again.
He apparated down the stairs and saw the front door closing. He grabbed for it, and through the opening saw Harry apparate away. Draco ran to the spot where Harry had disappeared and felt for the magical trace. He followed it and apparated, appearing beside Harry.
Draco cast a body bind on Harry, who froze in the middle of pulling on his invisibility cloak. Draco grabbed the cloak out of frozen hands. "What do you think you're doing?" He all but yelled. When Harry didn't answer, Draco opened his mouth to yell again, but then he remembered the body bind and released Harry's mouth.
"-ot sitting around doing nothing! And besides, I've destroyed all the Horcruxes besides Nagini and the one in me. Don't you want this war to be over? You can just go back to Grimmauld place and pretend you don't know anything!"
Draco opened his mouth fully intending to yell at Harry for being a stupid sodding Gryffindor, but somehow it never came out. He did want this war to be over, and Harry was right about the Horcruxes. And despite everything he'd said over the past few months, he was tired of being locked in that bloody house. He was tired of not being trusted to fight.
So instead of yelling, he simply said, "Are you mad? I'm coming with you." And with that, Draco lifted the body bind off Harry and threw the cloak over both of them.
"How did you even find me?" Harry asked.
"I placed a ward on the front door alerting me whenever you left the house."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"Probably," Draco said unconcernedly.
Harry looked at Draco for a few minutes, but eventually turned and the lead the way out of the room.
They were in what looked like a warehouse divided into many rooms. Right now they were in some sort of corridor. The floor was wood, but fortunately their footsteps didn't echo. The ceiling stretched high above them, melting into the gloom. There were torches on the magic-made walls, but only enough to barely light the way.
When Harry stopped abruptly, Draco walked into him, sending them both toppling to the floor. Between the swearing and the bumps, they had no doubt made enough noise to raise the entire Order. They lay very still, Draco on top of Harry, whose face was pressed painfully into the floor. Still, neither moved for five tense minutes, until they were sure they hadn't alerted the Order to their presence.
Draco got to his feet, which allowed Harry to stand. Harry rearranged the cloak so it was covering both of them as best it could and then stood, looking around.
"Harry, do you know where you're going?"
"I've never been here," Harry defended himself. Draco sighed, but followed Harry when he started walking. They walked until Draco thought he heard voices. He paused and hissed "listen." The voices were coming from a door they had just passed. They backed up and tried the door, which was unlocked, so they went in. They found themselves in a room that must take up half the warehouse. Draco was surprised at how many people there were. He hadn't thought the Order was that big. Apparently only the important members met at Grimmauld Place.
Moody was up in front, talking. "We cannot afford a stealth attack. Our strategy is to barge in and take out as many of the bastards as we can." Draco and Harry moved to the back shadowy corner, about two feet away from the nearest person. Hopefully it would be enough. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, snickering silently when he jumped. Draco leaned forward to whisper in Harry's ear.
"The Order safe house doesn't have very good wards." Harry tilted his head back to answer.
"They do, but Ron told me how to dismantle them, that's how I-we, got in."
"Did you put the wards back up?" Harry didn't answer, but he whispered something, no doubt re-erecting the wards. Draco went back to listening to Moody.
"…we want to confuse them…we're smarter than them…play to your strengths. Several of you will have to go down to the dungeons and find the prisoners. Bring them back here and then come back and help us fight."
Draco was struck by an idea, and disillusioned himself. He felt more than saw Harry do the same. Moody kept on talking, but Draco was getting bored. Luckily Harry was there to entertain him.
Draco moved one of his hands down, and was rewarded when Harry shivered. Draco had been expecting some Gryffindorish admonitions, and wasn't disappointed when Harry said, "Don't! Not here." Of course, the gasp that came out after that belied his statement. As did the erection Draco could feel beneath his hand.
Draco went to work biting a path along Harry's neck. Harry let him for a few seconds, then seemed to pull himself together. He pushed Draco's hands off him and moved his neck out of range.
"There are people here!" Harry hissed.
"What's your point?" asked Draco. "They'll never know. We're invisible and disillusioned." Harry couldn't move very far because of the cloak, so there was nowhere for him to go when Draco reached out and pulled him into a kiss. Harry seemed less inclined to object after that, although he did cast a spell Draco had never heard before, muffliato.
Draco could hear Moody droning on in the background, occasionally joined by that Auror, Shacklebolt. But the things Harry was doing with his tongue were much more interesting than hearing some battle plan Draco was not involved in anyway.
There is no way they could do anything more than hand jobs with the cloak, Draco knew they were pushing it already. But the sensation of Harry's hand on his prick, and even his hand on Harry's prick, didn't leave much to be desired.
The two of them had lots of practice doing this, but they've never done something like this in front of a crowd. Even though no one could see and hopefully no one could hear them, it still felt like they had an audience.
That only made Draco harder, though. Draco moved his hand on Harry's prick, the way he knew Harry likes it. Harry wasn't doing anything, the ungrateful sod, and just keeping his hand still on Draco's cock. Once Draco hisses, "Move! For Merlin's sake!" Harry reluctantly moves his hand.
"Harry, no one can see us or hear us! At least act like you're enjoying it or I'll just attend to myself." Harry flushed at that, but pulled Draco in for a kiss. The kiss started off slow and languid, but sped up with tongues thrusting increasingly harder when Draco sped up his hand. Harry followed suit and Draco broke the kiss, panting hard. Harry leaned his forehead on Draco's shoulder, biting through the layers of cloth.
When Draco looked up, he could see the Order members in the room. It was strangely erotic
and his orgasm came and ripped out of him. Draco went boneless, and sagged against Harry. Who wasn't expecting it, and stumbled. The cloak swirled around their feet. The bloke sitting in the chair two feet away blinked, as if he saw something. Draco froze, ignoring Harry's moan.
The man looking over at them stared for a few seconds, but seemed to decide he had imagined it at and returned to listening to Moody's speech. He had straggly ginger hair, and smelled of tobacco and alcohol even at that distance.
When Draco resumed his work on Harry's prick, Harry tensed and yelled "Draco!" as he came. The silencing charm held up, though, and the bloke kept on listening to Moody. Draco bit his lip to keep from laughing, but stopped once he saw Harry's shoulders silently shaking with laughter.
Draco cleaned them both up, and couldn't keep the smug smile off his face. Next time one of the Order members shot him a dirty look, he'll be able to just smirk at them, remembering this. And Weasley, oh gods, just imagine the look on his face if he ever found out.
"Oh god, you exhibitionist perve. I'm never going to be able to look any of these people in the face again." Harry attempted to sound mad, but wasn't very successful.
Moody was wrapping up his speech. "Now remember, we want to take down these bastards, but don't endanger yourselves unnecessarily. Now, I'll apparate first, and the rest of you follow the trail. Everyone meet outside in five minutes. I don't have time to baby-sit all of you, and if you're not there, we're leaving without you."
Madame Pomfrey, who Draco hadn't noticed was there, stood up. Remember, if you are hurt, apparate back here. I will be remaining here with two other healers."
The entire Order got up and exited the room. It took a long time, and Harry kept glancing at his watch. When they were all out, he hissed, "We have to go, now!"
The two of them walked out the door, and managed to find a few Order members to follow, since they had no idea how to get to the outside, they had apparated inside the building.
When they got outside, Moody had already disappeared and the rest of the Order was following. Harry and Draco were in close proximity because of the cloak, and Harry grabbed Draco's arm and side-alonged him.