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The Usual Suspect

Chapter 3

"Look mate, I really hate to rush off like this, but I kind of promised 'Mione I would be home for supper." Ron said.

"Right, I have to find Creevey's killer and try to put a stop to Malfoy's wedding", Harry sighed a bit stressfully.

"Good luck to finding Creevey's killer." Ron said as he disappeared through Harry's fire place.

Harry grabbed the two items of evidence, the empty vial and the snake ring, and mulled things over; rolling the silver ring around his thumb, observing it closely. Something reflecting off the light caught Harry's eyes on the inside of the ring was engraved: A. Parkinson.

"Parkinson", Harry hissed loudly.

He headed to talk to Malfoy's fiancé with out him knowing about it. That was going to be a bit difficult. Harry decided to owl Pansy at first; he charmed it so she would be the only one able to read it.

Ms. Parkinson,

I need to meet with you alone. There are something's I would like to discuss with you, which are a matter of very importance. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at 9 this evening. Don't ask questions; don't be late and please tell ANYONE of our meeting, which includes your fiancé, Mr. Malfoy!
Auror

Harry J. Potter

Harry tied the letter to Hedwig and sent the snowy owl on her way. After a quick shower, Harry apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. He noticed that it was exactly 9 sharp, and he noticed the thing girl sipping on some butter beer, no doubt. Her black hair lay just above her shoulders as the black dress she was wearing made her resemble a zombie, which had just come back to life. A distasteful smirk was curled on her lips, currently bored and tired of waiting.

How Malfoy can marry her is beyond me! She's way too thin and she looks as if she's never been in the sun, almost like a vampire. She doesn't belong with Malfoy because….she's not me! I am the one that belongs with him. Damn her!

Taking in a deep breath, Harry slowly approached Pansy. With each step he took his stomach churned filled with hate, because he's always hated Parkinson, anger because she was getting something that Harry would die for, literally, and jealousy because he was jealous that she had Malfoy and he didn't. But everything would soon change; he would make sure of it!

"Potter, do you mind telling me why you dragged me out here. I was currently working on our invitations for our engagement party, which happens to be this Saturday at the Malfoy Manor", Pansy scoffed.

"Well, I assume you've read the Daily Prophet?" Harry asked plainly.

"Of course I have! Did you not see Draco and me on the front cover?" She smirked pleasantly.

"I tried to forget that issue. It went in the rubbish bin", Harry snarled.

"Fine let's get down to business which starts with why am I here?" She snapped.

"Where were you last Saturday?" Harry asked in a professional voice.

"Here at the Leaky, I was pissed and decided to have a few drinks", she answered.

"Did you see anyone murder Colin Creevey?"

"I don't know anything! I'll just go!" Pansy exclaimed, shifting nervously in her seat. "I can't believe you dragged me all the way here to ask me about the stupid Creevey's murder!"

"Pansy, I know you're lying! Harry growled glaring into her empty eyes. "You may have been in Slytherin, but you don't fool me for a second!"

"I swear. I don't know what you're on about; Potter, but I know nothing about the kid's murder." She hissed.

"Yes you do, and I would greatly appreciate it if you told me!"

"It's none of your business, Potter!"

"Ah-ha, so you do know something. Tell me Pansy, what exactly happened? Are you involved or did you witness the whole thing? But I hardly think you're completely innocent."

"This is none of your business, and yes I am innocent. I am no way involved in that murder! Just because I was here the night he died, doesn't mean I did it!"

"Don't play games with me Parkinson or I will have the dementors waiting to welcome you into Azkaban with a kiss."

"How could you send an innocent woman to Azkaban?" She shrieked.

"I would never send an innocent woman to Azkaban, but you're hardly the innocent type, Parkinson", Harry said cunningly.

"I didn't do it!"

"Then who did, Parkinson?" I am tired of playing games with you." Harry said angrily. "Either you could tell me the truth or face the Minister of Magic, who won't take it lightly."

"Fine, I'll tell you." She snorted. "For quite sometime I had a feeling that some on was following Draco and I…."

"What makes you think it was Creevey?"

"Potter, do you want to hear the story or not? I suggest you shut up!" She snapped bitterly. "Anyways, the other Saturday Draco and I came to the Leaky, talking about our wedding plans. He left to go to the loo, but I caught the Creevy kid taking pictures of Draco." She continued.

Harry remained perfectly silent but shifted nervously in his chair.

"I asked Colin the Creepy why he was stalking my fiancé and taking his pictures and he told me for a friend, which means that some one paid Creepy Creevey to stalk my fiancé!" Pansy explained.

Harry still listened intently to her, not saying one word.

"What did you do, Parkinson?" He said stiffly.

"I threatened him and told him to stay away from Draco or I would break the camera over his head." She said, acting like she was going to cry.

"Quit pretending as if you cared about what happened to Creevey. You meant to do it, but there is still one question. He didn't die from having his head beat in; he was poisoned. Do you know anything about that?"

"Well, I did knick a vial of poison from Draco. That night Creevey was standing next to our table, watching, waiting for Draco to come out of the loo. I carefully got up out of my seat, made sure no one was watching and I slipped about two to three drops of poison in his cup", she confessed as she pretended to cry.

"Parkinson, I am not falling for your sadistic games. I know you don't feel the slightest bit of remorse for what you did!" Harry said coldly.

"I didn't know how strong the poison was, Potter. I just thought it would make him extremely ill, not actually kill him. I did it so he would stop stalking my fiancé. I did it to protect Draco; I love him dearly, and my life would just be shite with out him." She sobbed.

You may say you love him, but I doubt you would die for him or risk your life to save his. I love Draconis Lucius Malfoy and I'm the one who was paying Creevey to take pictures of Malfoy. Those pictures mean everything to me. They are the only way I get to see into Draco's world. I can tell he is not happy with you, Parkinson. This will soon be over and you will be sitting in a filthy cell in Azkaban crying your eyes out because you know that some where Draco and I are together and happy. I will be with Draco Malfoy and you can mark my words on that one, Ms. Parkinson.

"You know, Pansy, I will have to hand you over to the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt first thing in the morning." He informed her dryly.

"Are you going to tell Malfoy or should I. He deserves to know!" She sobbed. "Harry, we are getting married!" She cried.

Not anymore. Soon you're going to be locked up in Azkaban for this while I'm stuffing your fiancé full with my thick cock.

"I think I better tell Malfoy, after all I am his fiancé." Pansy muttered as she quietly got up and walked out of the pub.

Harry remained at the table for a few minutes, drinking on some butter beer, combing his fingers through his black nest as he thought about everything.

Would it really be this simple? Pansy gets locked in Azkaban and Draco and I get to be together? Who am I kidding? He isn't even gay. But I can change that fact, and I know it! I could have the blonde ferret screaming my name, and he will!

Harry soon apparated back to his flat and stopped dead his tracts. He could barely comprehend enough to move out of his own fireplace as ashes and soot covered his body. His eyes were wide in shock and disbelief. There sitting on his couch with his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap was none other than, Draco Malfoy.

"Took you long enough scarhead", Malfoy smirked playfully.

"What are you doing at my flat?" Harry managed to say; his eyes traveling up and down the blonde's slim body.

"Considering that Pansy came home in tears and cursing you. I think I need an explanation, Potter!" Malfoy hissed.

"Why don't you just talk to Pansy about it, after all she is your fiancée!" Harry hissed, taking a seat on the sofa right next to Malfoy.

"Because she's a crybaby and I honestly don't want to talk to her." He drawled nonchalantly.

"You don't want to talk to your fiancée but yet you are talking to me? You're not making any sense, Malfoy", Harry laughed, eyeing the blonde carefully.

"I'm talking to you because it's your fault she's in such a state!" He hissed deeply.

The huskiness of his voice made Harry's cock twitch; he was already half-hard just from the sight of the Blonde Prince in his flat and on his couch. Harry could stare at him all day; he was so beautiful. Draco Malfoy was the most beautiful creature Harry Potter had ever laid eyes on. Something about the blonde made Harry's heart skip a beat and his cock grow in excitement. Harry admired Draco, watching his every move and every facial expression he made. To him Malfoy reminded him of a forbidden fruit that he wasn't supposed to have, temptation digging and clawing at his insides. He just had to indulge him self, taste every inch of his flesh and savor his bittersweet flavor of Draco Malfoy. Just sitting on his couch, Malfoy resembled everything that Harry was not. Malfoy had a strong and aristocratic poise mixed with expensive style which came along with a very stuck-up attitude, and he also gave off some kind of evil charm which just dug right under Harry's skin like an irritating itch that would not go away. Sexuality seemed to vibrate off of his persona; it played a key role in the main identity of Draco Malfoy. Everything about him just dripped with sex, and Harry wanted some!

"Humor me, Potter are you really a poof?" Malfoy asked out of the blue, thinking about the other day.

"Yes, I like cock", he responded bluntly, staring Draco dead in the eyes; he could tell the blonde felt a bit nervous, but he never showed a sign of it.

"That's disgusting!" Malfoy sneered.

"That's what Ron used to say", snickered Harry, "until I convinced him earlier."

"You fucked the Weasel? Wow, Potter you really do have bad taste", retorted Malfoy.

"I didn't have sex with Ron, you twit. I simply gave him the best blow job he's ever had." Harry commented.

"Well, anything would be great compared to being with Granger", he laughed haughtily.

Harry's hands itched to reach over and touch Malfoy, just to see if his skin was as velvety smooth as it looked; Harry wanted to climb on top of Malfoy and devour him inch by inch, not leaving any area unexplored. He wanted to map out Malfoy's body with his very own tongue and memorize it. Harry had to do something and fast because his cock was harder than rocks and felt like it was about to rip through his pants and watching Malfoy like that, so intensely was going to make him cum all in his trousers.

"Potter, where are you running off to so soon?" Malfoy asked coolly.

"The loo", He choked out.

"Yes, I can see you deed to take care of your not so little problem", he chuckled. "I didn't know the Weasel could get you all worked up like that." He laughed. "Damn, Potter, I am sure I could get you harder than that, if I was gay."

"Er…" was all that came out o Harry's mouth. "I…er…thought …that homosexuals disgusted you. You said so earlier." Harry stuttered, completely dumbfounded by Malfoy's comments.

"Well there are some parts which appeal to me, but I just don't fancy someone shoving their cock up my arse, and besides I like watching you squirm, Potter; it always gives me great pleasure" Malfoy smirked evilly, spreading his legs slightly.

"Sod off Malfoy; I'm going to the loo because I have to piss." Harry muttered, a bit perplexed by Malfoy's sudden change in behavior.

"You never were much for lying, Potter. I hardly doubt you have to piss. I came here to talk, not sit around and amuse myself while you wank to thought of the Weasel." He remarked coldly.

"Not…Ron", Harry slipped, trying to get his brain to focus on anything besides Malfoy so he could at least have a decent conversation with him.

"Not the Weasel…eh then Potter, let me guess it must be the twins then? I always wondered if they shagged each other; they always seem so damn cheerful."

I am not sitting here about to cum all in my pants thinking of Fred and George that is just sick, you git! It's you, that's got me all hot and bothered here; you're just oblivious to it all!

"Did I mention, I love watching you squirm, Potter?" Malfoy laughed.

With a devilish smirk on his face Malfoy bent over to pick up Harry's wand, which he had dropped. Harry could barely speak with his mouth gaping open; his brain seemed to be incapable of producing a single thought with out the words 'Malfoy' and 'sex'. His arse was perfectly poised in the air and Harry could not turn away. He was fixated by its firm round shape; it looked so tight. Closing his eyes, Harry imagined Malfoy naked as eh rammed his cock inside of the blonde violently. He could almost felt the tightness of Malfoy's small hall pressing against his thick erection.

"Fuck", Harry muttered a bit too loudly; and he quickly blushed. You're such a fucking cock tease, Malfoy!

"Did you enjoy the view, Potter?" Malfoy smirked.

"No", Harry replied lowly.

"You never were much of a good liar, Potter."

"Arsehole", mumbled Harry. What exactly are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I told you. You made Pansy cry. She was carrying on about being sent to Azkaban for murdering Creepy Creevey and what not. I want to know what is going on, besides I don't really want to talk to her." He explained casually.

"Look, she needs to talk to you about what is going on. It is not my place to say. If my fiancée was crying and all upset I would want to comfort her." Harry replied.

"I don't comfort people, Potter, you should know that. Besides the bint will get over it", snarled Malfoy.

"You really are an arsehole!"

"You are obsessed with my arse! You keep bringing it up!" The blonde snickered.

"You wish!"

There was a pause and silence filled the area around them. Harry remained seated on the couch, secretly staring at Malfoy. Merlin, he is just so gorgeous!

"So since the Weasel won't fuck you. Whose arse are you stuffing, Potter?" He asked in such a casual tone.

"WHAT?" Harry asked, completely shocked.

"Who are you fucking?" Malfoy repeated slowly.

Harry just sat there motionless, staring at the blonde with an evil smirk on his face.

"Malfoy that is none of your business", He replied coldly.

But I would love to stuff my cock up your tight arse; it looks so delicious and perfect. I would pound into you violently until you explode everywhere screaming my name. Yes, you would be screaming my name, Draco!

"Have you even had sex with a bloke?" Malfoy hissed.

"Just so you know, yes it was Oliver Wood, but I we only did it once, and that's when I realized that…." Harry stopped sentence. That's when I realized that I wanted you.

"Who knew Wood actually liked wood?" Malfoy laughed. "Just to make things even I've only slept with Pansy twice, and neither time was good enough to alert the media about."

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry demanded.

"I don't know exactly, Potter", he replied, scooting next to Harry with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" Malfoy said.

"No and I don't want to. I am sorry but I don't fancy shoving my cock into something wet, loose and squishy. I need something tight and very small so that I have to practically force myself inside, and I don't want my hands full of bouncing breasts. I would rather have my hands wrapped around an erect thick cock oozing with pre-cum, while…yo…er the bloke begs me to fuck him harder. I would shove my prick so far up his arse he would feel it in his stomach", Harry explained while maintaining eye contact with Malfoy.

Harry noticed that Malfoy looked a bit uncomfortable; he was shifting in his seat as his silver eyes darted around the room. First they glanced at Harry and then moved some where else. Everything Harry had explained was exactly what he fantasized about. Oh yes, he would get to have Draco Malfoy all to him self; he could always attack Malfoy right there while he was on Harry's couch, but Harry wanted Malfoy to want him as much as he wanted him. Harry wanted Malfoy to be willing, begging for him to take him.

"Nice description, Potter", He said uneasily.

Both boys were interrupted by Harry's fireplace crackling and coming to life. A short figure with red-hair appeared in the ashes. His face all scrunched up as he stormed over to Harry, completely failing to notice the other boy beside Harry.

"Harry, can I sleep here? Hermione gone nutters!" Ron exclaimed, who still didn't notice Malfoy.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

"She's angry because I told her I wasn't ready to get married, but I still wanted to date her. I explained to her that we can be engaged, but I just don't want to rush into marriage. Then she said that I didn't love her as much as I used to so she kicked me out for the night", he explained. "Besides all I can think about is that amazing blowjob you gave me."

"Ron sorry about your fight, of course you can stay", Harry said quickly.

"I couldn't help but hear, did you say that the blow job Potter gave you was amazing?" Malfoy smirked.

"Malfoy!" Ron shouted in shock. "What are you doing here…er…were you and Harry busy?"

"Harry shot Ron an evil glare as if telling him to shut up.

"No, what would we be busy with?"

"Work", blurted Harry, sending Ron a warning stare.

Draco smirked and then turned and looked at Ron.

"So Weasel tell me was Potter's mouth any good?"

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled, as both anger and arousal filled his body.

"Ron didn't bother looking at Harry; he simply grinned as he stared at Malfoy.

"Merlin Malfoy, you have no idea! I was completely straight like you, but Harry had convinced me to let him suck me off and now I can't stop thinking about it. I never felt anything as hot and deliciously sinful at the same time as Harry's tongue flicking across my prick."

"Ron, do you mind. That is personal information", Harry growled.

"Hey, I am just answering Malfoy's question", he replied innocently.

"Continue Weasel", Malfoy demanded at once curious to know about Potter's mouth.

"The things he could do with that tongue licking and lapping and all the sucking. I never felt anything quite so pleasurable before. He hit nerves that I didn't even know I had, making me moan and gasp for breath. He knows exactly where to touch you that makes you whimper and surrender to his power." Ron explained with a satisfied smirk on his face as he turned to look at Harry, who was now completely flushed.

"That's enough mate", Harry stated clearly.

"Is he a good kisser?" Draco asked curiously.

"Why do you want to know? I thought you hated the idea of being gay?" Ron questioned.

"Like I said, some parts have its perks; it's just I don't want no one's cock shoved in my arse." He responded.

Harry was sending death glares at Ron, for giving away so much personal information to Malfoy, but a part of him hoped that the blonde would at least be curious and want to experiment with him. He couldn't help but feel turned on at the way Ron explained every tiny detail to Malfoy about his blowjob. And Malfoy's odd change in behavior had thrown Harry for a loop. This was turning into a real interesting evening and Harry could only hope it got better as he watched and listened to his best mate describe everything to his love interest, if that's what you wanted to call Malfoy.