A/N: WARNING: I re wrote this chapter, and adding a few things. This chapter contains a sexual incident between Ron and Harry, if you do not like that, then please don't read otherwise read and review!! Thank you
Chapter 2: Experimentation
The thought of Harry bloody Potter touching Draco sexually put a weak smile on his face. It's Potter. He's a bloke! You love Pansy Parkinson and hate Harry Potter! The smirk soon turned into a scowl as he paced his front room at the manor. Suddenly something fell into place. It all made since now about Potter's reaction his engagement news. He reacted that way because Harry liked him, not because he hated Pansy. Draco came to the conclusion that Potter must really have it bad for him and that scared him to the point where he thought about leaving the Ministry. He could not be dealing with this. He and Harry are supposed to be enemies who will hate each other forever, but no, Potter has to go and turn queer and coincidentally fall for him, even though Draco knew he was the best looking bloke at the Ministry. This was not going to work; he could not face Potter everyday at the Ministry. It was just absurd. He couldn't just leave either. Draco was stuck and he most certainly was not happy about it.
Quickly changing into his pajamas Draco crawled into bed, slipping underneath his black satin sheets. The very second he closed his eyes; Harry was the first thing he saw. Cursing himself, he rolled onto his side wishing that his fiancée wasn't spending the night with her family. He knew that if she was there and they had sex it would make him forget all about that damn Harry bloody Potter.
Rough calloused hands caressed his abdomen as smooth lips crashed on to his; tongues fighting vigorously with one another as another hand was firmly grasping his hard cock stroking it passionately, as he bucked his hips into the strange hands, begging for more. Those hands were big and knew just how to touch him, sending erotic bolts all through out his body as he panted and whimpered against the other person's lips; their tongues slamming together in a fierce battle for dominance as Draco could feel himself tighten in the other person's touch. He wanted more and he could feel himself about to lose control.
"Master Malfoy", a squeaky voice shouted.
Draco abruptly sat straight up, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
"Pitney!" He growled angrily from being awoken from his pleasant dream, which left him with a throbbing erection.
"Master has to be at the ministry." The house-elf squeaked.
"Fine, Pitney, I'm up now please bring me some coffee", ordered Draco.
The small impish creature disappeared with a crack. Draco slowly climbed out of the bed. The remnants of his dream raced through his head as his cock begged to be free from the material that confined it. Those hands were not hands Draco knew. They were too large for Pansy's; he shrugged it off as he stumbled into the shower.
"How did it go with you-know-who?" Ron asked quietly as Harry shuffled through papers on his desk.
"I think I got him worried now because I told him I was gay and that I preferred blondes, but I need to think of something fast because he is engaged to Pansy fucking Parkinson!" Harry responded.
"What are you going to do, Mate He is getting married, maybe it's time you settled down as well", Ron suggested.
"No! Draco Malfoy and I will be together! He is the only person I want to be with, and if I can't have him I might as well die trying." Harry huffed.
"There are a million blokes that would die to be with you, Harry." Ron said exasperatedly.
"True, but there is only one, Draconis Lucius Malfoy", Harry hissed.
"You are stubborn", breathed Ron.
"No, I'm just determined to get what I want." Harry scolded.
"I'm going to talk to Kingsley to see what he wants me to do about investigating the Creevey murder." Harry mumbled as he left his desk.
"Please com in, Harry", Kingsley Shackelbolt announced.
"What's next on solving this case?" Harry asked.
"The owner of the Leaky Cauldron found some evidence and I want you and Mr. Malfoy to look into it." Kingsley explained.
"Very well", Harry replied as he left Kingsley's office.
Harry was practically grinning from ear to ear, but he knew Malfoy wouldn't up to working with him again since his latest confessions; he would convince Malfoy to come with him whether he wanted to or not; it was part of the job.
"Malfoy", Harry said coolly.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" The blonde responded hesitantly.
"Kingsley wants us to investigate some evidence at the Leaky Cauldron this evening." Harry explained, running his eyes over Malfoy's body hungrily.
"No! I am not going anywhere with you. You might try to rape me!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"Oh, Malfoy didn't you know you can't rape the willing." Harry smirked.
"Potter, I will never consent to doing a thing with you! I am engaged to Pansy Parkinson, so to make things simple I don't like cock!" Malfoy hissed.
"How do you know if you hate something you've never tried?" Harry hissed, winking at the blonde.
"Because it belongs to you, Potter and I truly hate you. Now if you'll leave." Malfoy snarled.
"Kingsley wanted me to inform you that if you didn't help me out tonight you will be moved to dealing with muggle artifacts alongside Arthur Weasley." Harry laughed cruelly.
"That's worse than being fired! How dare he try and do this to me." Malfoy growled.
"So I take it I will see you at six?" Harry questioned coolly.
"Yes, I suppose", muttered Malfoy.
"Good, I am glad you see things differently", Harry remarked.
"Whatever now get the hell out of my cubicle", the blonde hissed.
With an evil smirk Harry walked out of Malfoy's cubicle back to his own. Harry knew that if he threatened Malfoy's job position that he would agree to whatever, because he couldn't afford to lose his position, and tell Malfoy that he would be working in the Department of Muggle Artifacts was just damaging to the blonde's ego.
"Harry you really should have been in Slytherin." Ron commented.
"Trust me, Ron, if I were put in Slytherin I would have already had Malfoy on his knees begging for me. Malfoy would have been my bitch back then, as it was I was placed into Gryffindor, so the little prat has no idea what've planned for him. Soon enough, Ronald, Malfoy will be begging me to take him whenever and wherever we are, like the sex crazed bitch he is." Harry said coldly with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Why couldn't you just be straight?" Ron joked, making gagging sounds at the details.
"It does not turn me on, stuffing my thick cock into some wet and squishy hole that loosens up. I want to feel my cock engulfed into a tiny tight hole, which seems too small to be able to handle my entire length. The feeling is so erotic and pleasurable; you have never felt something quite so good before. It's like every nerve in your body goes off as a thick cock slams into you repeatedly." Harry explained lowly.
"I get off very well every night with Hermione, mate." Ron scoffed.
"I bet it has left you wanting and needing something more; something Hermione can't give you." Harry hissed.
"Sometimes it feels as if I need that extra bit of pleasure to push me over the edge", Ron confessed.
"I'll make you a deal. Tonight after I come back from the investigation, I will floo you and tell you I need your help at my flat with work stuff, and when you come over I'll give you the best blowjob you have ever received." Harry suggested with a gleam in his eyes.
"But I don't want to lie to Hermione. I love her, and I'm not sure about this, Harry." Ron stuttered.
"Ron, it will be fine, and if for some strange reason you don't like it, you can leave." Harry replied. "This is just an experiment, Ron, for you. It's to show you that you're missing out on a lot." Harry laughed.
"I don't know, Harry, but just floo me when you get back." Ron sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
The red-head was secretly looking forward to his encounter with Harry. There was something about his best friend that sort of turned him on. Maybe it was his fiery attitude and determination to get with Draco Malfoy. Ron had never done anything sexual with a bloke before, but the thought had intrigued him especially since Harry was openly gay. Ron had always thought that Harry was a decent looking bloke and the idea of letting Harry touching him like that made his cock twitch in his trousers.
Around six Harry and Malfoy left the Ministry and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was dark and filled with about twenty people or so. The odor of alcohol and smoke hung in the air, which was mixed with various conversations. Harry wasted no time in approaching tom, the bartender.
"Good evening, I'm auror Harry Potter and I was informed that you had evidence regarding the Creevey murder?" Harry said professionally.
"Yes, I have two items for you, Mr. Potter." Tom said coolly, reaching under the table and handing Harry a small empty vial and a silver ring with a snake winding around the band.
"I know nothing about the murder except that the boy fell dead to the floor and I suspect that, that empty vial there was the case." Tom said slowly.
"Thank you. This is a huge help." Harry said softly, turning to Malfoy.
"Have you seen this poison before?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we have or my father has loads of it locked away." Malfoy replied honestly.
"That's great, let me guess, then this is your ring, right?" Harry huffed.
NO! I have not seen that ring before, Potter." Malfoy snapped.
"Malfoy, do you know how many vials your father had hidden?"
"Of course not, the cabinet was and still remains locked." He hissed.
"Where were you on the night of the murder, Malfoy?"
"Are you bloody serious, Potter? You can't possibly think that I did this!" Malfoy exclaimed, glaring evilly at Harry.
"Let's see, Creevey had the issue of the Daily Prophet with your engagement all over it. He was apparently killed with poison, which you have stocks of at your Manor." Harry explained, watching Malfoy's every move constantly.
"You seriously think I killed him?" Malfoy hissed.
"I'm not sure right now, Malfoy, so I need to do some research, and I want you to go home and rest." Harry ordered.
"Potter, I am part of this case, must I mind you!" Malfoy drawled.
"I know. I just want to do some research on my own and then I will fill in the blanks for you." Harry responded.
"Whatever you arsehole", muttered Malfoy and he disappeared with a crack.
Harry soon returned back to his flat, mauling things over, trying to wrack his brain for the littlest piece of information that would help, but nothing came to his mind. Sitting the evidence aside he decided to floo Ron, after all, Harry did need to relieve some tension anyway.
When Harry arrived at Ron's flat, he saw Hermione on the couch watching some muggle television program.
"Hey, Harry, how are you?" She said sweetly.
"Could be better, once I solve this case and get what I want." He laughed.
"Harry, you mean you're still pursuing Draco Malfoy? Get a hold of your self." She snapped.
"Hermione, please drop it. Malfoy will be mine, I'm sure of it. Harry hissed.
"But Malfoy's not gay." She stated clearly.
"Really, Hermione I didn't know that, but he won't remain straight for too much longer." Harry said sarcastically. "Where's Ron?"
"He just got out of the shower." She replied.
"Would you tell him I need help with the case and it's important for him to floo me as soon as he can." Harry explained casually.
"But I thought Malfoy was your partner?" Hermione questioned suspiciously.
"Yes, but I need Ron's opinion, because the way things are looking Malfoy might be a suspect and I need Ron's input."
"Harry, I really don't want you involving Ron on your personal mission to get with Malfoy or dismiss him from this case." Hermione said firmly.
"Hey, Harry, what's going on?" Ron said a bit nervously.
"I was just trying to convince Hermione that I need your help with some work stuff, but she thinks I'm dragging you into my plans on getting with Malfoy." Harry explained exasperatedly.
"Harry's having complications and he can't exactly turn to Malfoy right now, so I told him I would give him some advice." Ron said shiftily.
"Very well Ronald. I will see you later, and please do be careful." Hermione said.
Ron nodded his head in agreement as both he and Harry disappeared from his flat.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" Ron asked with a quivering voice.
"Are you sure you want me to do it?" Harry replied.
"I thought about it, and yeah I do." Ron stammered.
"Take a seat on the couch", Harry instructed.
Ron did as he was told and sat back on Harry's black sofa. Silently, his heart was pounding and his cock was anxiously awaiting Harry's next move.
"Anything new the Creevey case" Ron asked as he twitched shifted uncomfortably.
"Two items of evidence and Malfoy's looking like a potential suspect." Harry answered quietly. "I hope you remembered that you did not come here to discuss work; we have more important issues at hand, mate." Harry hissed slowly, caressing the insides of Ron's thighs.
The red-head let out a stifled moan as Harry's hands were merely close to his erection. Never before would Ron have thought that he would be yearning, practically begging for Harry Potter to touch him. There was something about his best mate that sent sparks though out his body, making him hard. Closing his eyes, Ron let out another moan feeling the palm of Harry's hand on his hardness, rubbing it gingerly. The red-heads cock was throbbing painfully against his jeans, wanting release. Harry looked into Ron's half-shut eyes and licked his lips. Placing both hands on Harry's shoulders, Ron pulled Harry close to him, with his hand lingering on his crotch. His mouth gaped open, and staring at Harry, Ron leaned in, pressing his thin lips against Harry's. The kiss was soft at first until Harry slipped his tongue inside his best friend's mouth. Ron hesitated for a second, but slowly returned the kiss, clashing his tongue with Harry's, as he carefully undid Ron's trousers. Snaking his hand inside and grasping his erection firmly. A hiss of pleasure escaped from Ron's lips as Harry slowly stroked his aching erection. Harry soon dropped to his knees with his hands still moving up and down Ron's member.
"Merlin, Harry", the red-head breathed as Harry's hands rubbed the inside of his thighs gently.
Glancing up at his best mate, Harry observed Ron and his pleasure induced state. His chest was heaving in and out rapidly with his eyes half-shut. Only murmured sounds of pleasure seemed to escape through his lips. Closing his eyes, Harry imagined that he was on his knees in front of Draco Malfoy, getting reading to suck his dripping cock. Only he wasn't about to suck Malfoy off; he was going to suck his best mate, Ron Weasley. Harry pictured Draco Malfoy sitting on his couch with his trousers wrapped around his ankles and his legs spread wide anticipating Harry's mouth on his cock.
"Harry, if you don't want to do this…" Ron began.
"'It's alright mate. I want to…I just got lost in my fantasies", Harry mumbled, running his fingers across the underside of Ron's member.
Droplets of pre-cum glistened the tip of Ron's pulsating erection; Harry's tongue flicked against the tip, lapping up the clear liquid very slowly as the red head whimpered. Rolling and swirling his tongue around, Harry continuously lapped up the juice. Parting his lips slightly, he placed them over the head of Ron's cock, sucking and kissing on it.
"Merlin Harry, where and how did you learn to use your tongue like that?" Ron gasped, shoving his hips toward Harry. "Don't you dare stop!"
Harry responded by opening his mouth wider, sliding Ron's full length inside, rolling his tongue around the shaft, rapidly flicking his pulsating vein. Ron cried out in pleasure; digging his fingers into Harry's black hair, pushing him down.
"Oh…Harry", he moaned deeply.
With his hands pressing firmly against Ron's hips, Harry practically swallowed Ron's entire length, sucking on it with such vigor. Ron's hold in Harry's hair tightened as he tried to thrust his hips but Harry pushed them back down.
Pulling his mouth off of Ron's cock, soaked with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum, Harry kissed his balls softly, running his tongue against the flesh and then back up the underside. Ron hissed, jutting his hips forward. Moving his hands, Harry pushed Ron's knees further apart, as his mouth sucked and licked at the head of his cock. Inhaling Ron's length once more, Harry massaged Ron's balls as his mouth moved up and down his shaft with wild abandon fervor.
"Harry", Ron breathed, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of Harry's throat.
"Harry bobbed his head up and down fervently, sucking him with wild hot passion. Ron thrust his hips into Harry roughly, slamming his cock half way down his throat; he knew he wouldn't be able to hang on much longer.
"Fuck…Harry…" Ron shouted; his fingers tangled in his black nest as he held Harry's head in place as he shot his load of hot sticky cum down Harry's throat. He remained still sucking every last drop of Ron's bitter juices from his cock. The red-head fell back on to the sofa with his eyes shut; reviving from his intense orgasm.
"Well, Ron; what do you think?" Harry asked with an evil smirk as he too joined Ron on the couch.
"Bloody hell, Harry! That was amazing I wish you could teach Hermione how to do that!" Ron exclaimed breathlessly. "It was so intense and the way you use your tongue should be illegal."
"So you liked it?" Harry asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Of course I did, mate", he exclaimed! "That was bloody brilliant."
Harry smirked at Ron's comment as he leaned in fro a gentle kiss.