Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces
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Temptation vs Obligation
When morning had come, Ginny had already left for work, leaving Harry to get Lily ready to head over to the Burrow. By the time he had said goodbye to his little girl, who had a knowing smirk on her face that once again reminded him of someone, he was already late for work.
Finally entering the lift at the Ministry of Magic, and losing sight of the Fountain of Magical Brethren that once again stood in the Atrium after being replaced during Voldemort's reign, Harry closed his eyes in exhaustion.
Rubbing his head in irritation, he wondered if Ginny would make good on her threat and go to Hogwarts. There would be hell to pay if she did. The woman just didn't understand that times had changed. Now a days, you weren't judged by what house you had come from, you were judged by the work you did and the effort you put into it.
"Level 5, Department of International Magical Co-operation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats," the female voice said, snapping Harry out of his thoughts as the lift doors opened.
"Good day, Mr. Potter," a fellow Ministry employee greeted as she stepped off the lift.
"Good day," Harry nodded, unable to remember the woman's name even as the lift doors closed.
"Trouble in paradise?" A familiar voice asked, causing Harry's eyes to snap to the side and find Draco standing next to him. "Why don't I put those pouting lips to better use," he said before capturing the Auror's lips with his own.
Harry quickly parted his lips and sighed when the blonde's tongue caressed his. Then the blonde wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling the two closer together, so Draco could deepen the kiss.
"Level 4, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office and Pest Advisory Bureau," the voice spoke out again.
"That's my stop," Draco said, breaking the kiss and pulling away just as the lift doors opened. "Come to my office when you can sneak away," he said before exiting the lift.
Harry sighed again as the doors closed, though for a different reason. Even though the kiss had been quick, it had brought back so many heated memories.
=Flashback
When Harry had headed for the door, it was to find the very blonde he was trying to avoid, blocking his escape.
"I'd never have thought Auror's were capable of running away," the blonde said as he spelled the door closed, his cloudy eyes trained on Harry's all the while.
"Really, and how many Aurors do you convers with," Harry said, exuding more confidence than he felt.
"Touché, though I've never known you to run away," the blonde said as he came closer.
"You don't know anything about me," Harry countered as he backed away.
"I know more than you think," the blonde smirked before rushing at Harry and pinning him against the wall. "Brave, selfless, competitive, a fighter, modest…" Draco said as he ran his slender fingers through Harry's unruly hair.
"Faithful…," Harry added as he turned his head away from the touch.
"Stubborn," the blonde corrected with a determined smirk. "But then again, so am I," he said as he trailed butterfly kisses along Harry's exposed neck. "You see, you and I are the same. Well, except for the selfless and modest parts."
"Please stop," Harry begged, closing his eyes tight as he gripped on to the blonde's shoulders.
"Or what," Draco asked as he slipped his hands inside Harry's robes, "you'll give in to your desires," he continued as he lifted Harry's shirt up so he could caressed the Auror's sides, "you'll let us finish what we started in that lecture room," he said, trailing a hand down between Harry's legs, "or heaven forbid, you actually letting yourself give in to what you really want," he finished, cupping Harry's growing member in emphasis.
The moment those slender fingers cupped his length and caressed it slowly, Harry became a puddle in the blonde's grasp. He moaned out, unable to hide his desire and gave in as he felt lips descend on his own.
Absently, he felt his robes being pulled from his shoulders before they dropped to the floor. Then he felt himself being guided away from the wall before something pushed against the back of his legs and he was forced to fall back onto the soft mattress. Then next thing Harry knew, Draco was on top of him and his shirt was being pulled over his head.
Flash forward
"Level 2, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, Wizengamot Administration Services and Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects," the female voice said, snapping Harry out of his ravine as the lift doors opened.
Snapping out of his daze, Harry exited the lift, heading straight for his office. Thankful that the Head Auror had a room for an office instead of a cubicle like the rest of the Aurors, Harry closed the door to his office. After throwing his brown trench coat on the coat hanger by the door, he walked over to his desk, dropping down into it with a heavy sigh.
Harry didn't know what to do. After being an Auror for so long, Harry thought that he had more control over himself. But when Malfoy had caught him in the hotel room, all of his resolve had crumbled, his mind had turned into mush, and he had been putty in the blonde's hands.
=Flashback
Harry moaned loudly, his eyes closed in bliss, as his manhood was being caressed expertly by Draco's tongue and his entrance was being stretched slowly by the blonde's fingers.
The blonde's head bobbed up and down, twirling his tongue around Harry's length, making the savior grip onto the sheets as his body burned with pleasure. As he savoured the saviour's addictive taste, Draco let a third oiled finger begin stretching Harry even further, readying him for something larger than the blonde's digits.
"Draco," Harry panted before gasping in pleasure when his sweet spot was stroked by the blonde's fingers. "I don't think I can take much more of this."
Harry released a breath he hadn't known he was holding when Draco suddenly released him. With his cock no longer being devoured and his entrance no longer being drilled, Harry could take a breath. The fog that surrounded him was finally starting to lift. But before his head could remind him of how wrong this whole situation was, he felt Draco part his legs and slide between them.
"Look at me," Draco whispered and he placed his hand on either side of Harry.
Opening his eyes on command, Harry was captivated by smoky gray eyes staring back at him with a fierce passion that left him breathless.
"I'm going to make love to you now," the blonde warned, even as the dark green eyes, staring up at him with an unadulterated desire, made him want to drill the man before him into the bed.
With a slight nod, Draco slowly pushed into Harry. Instinctively gripping onto the blonde's arms, Harry spread his legs wider, letting the blonde ease into him more. When he was all the way in, the blonde began to pull out almost all of the way before slowly pushing his bulging length back into Harry's stretched entrance. Then he pulled out again, before pushing back in with more force.
Draco could feel himself losing control as each thrust became more forceful than the last. He quickly gave into his desire and let his need for the man before him take over. Pounding into Harry over and over again, making them both pant with each thrust, they never broke eye contact.
As Draco started thrusting against his sweet spot, Harry reached his boiling point and finally turned away. He closed his eyes as he bit his lips, trying to hold back his screams of pleasure. But Draco was having none of it as he gripped Harry's hands above his head and captured his lips.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his arousal taking hold of every inch of his body. He wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, using them to push the blonde further into him.
"More," Harry moaned out as they broke their kiss and the blonde started trailing kisses along his neck. "I need more," he said and Draco obeyed as he pounded deeper into Harry. "Faster," he groaned and Draco obeyed him still. "Draco," Harry moaned in bliss. "So good."
When those two words escaped Harry's lips, Draco lost all control of himself. He captured Harry's lips in his own and grasped onto the saviour's length. Then he started pumping the hardened member, stroking his fingers along the weeping staff, as he pounded Harry into the sheets. With a few more well placed thrusts, Harry sprayed his essence all over their stomachs and Draco's slender fingers.
Draco groaned as his length was suddenly squeezed and he spilled his seed deep within Harry's waiting entrance. As he pumped all of himself inside Harry, Draco milked his lover to completion. Then he collapsed on top of the saviour, resting his head in the crook of the former Gryffindor's neck while he eased his spent cock out of Harry's entrance.
Flash forward
Harry groaned at the memories that caused his body to tingle where Malfoy had touched him. 'Come to my office when you can sneak away,' the blonde had said and Merlin help Harry but he was tempted to take Malfoy up on his invitation.
What was wrong with him?
Harry was a father and husband. How could he do that to his family? He turned his head to a picture of his kids on his desk. They didn't deserve this, to have their dad betray them like this. They deserved a stable, loving home. He had sworn to himself after the war that when he settled down, he would create a family out of love and devotion.
Now look at him.
He had let Malfoy taint what he tried so hard to build. Well he wasn't going to let that happen anymore. No matter how much he was tempted, Harry vowed that he wouldn't let Malfoy pull him down the path of adultery. Malfoy could find someone else to latch on to. The blonde might not be satisfied with the way his life turned out but Harry was.
Thoughts of his fight with Ginny flashed before Harry's eyes just then.
So he and Ginny didn't see eye to eye on some things. So her views on Slytherins were based on a prejudice she had since she was a child. It had only been reinforced with Fred's death. Nothing Harry said now would change her views.
It was odd, though.
Ginny had first shown her prejudice when Harry had let Slytherins come back to the school to help rebuilt Hogwarts. Many Slytherins had come back, besides those that were still in school. Malfoy had been one of them, preferring to help rebuild the school like Harry and Ron instead of continuing his education like Hermione had done.
Others in Malfoy's year like Zabini, Parkinson, Nott and Greengrass had also come back to help, preferring to put aside their differences in order to help rebuild what was harshly taken from them, instead of continuing their petty rivalries. Ginny had been one of a few people to reject their help, believing that they were only there to place evil deep within Hogwarts like what Salazar had done with the basilisk. Though she had been convincing to most, Harry would not let them be turned away.
It had been that moment when Harry doubted his future with the youngest Weasley. He didn't know if he could be with someone like that, hating all for the actions of others. It was a life Harry had no interest in.
At some point, though, Harry must have had a change of heart. He had chosen to be with Ginny, even with his doubts. He must have found a way to love her again, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten together and created three beautiful children.
Now, however, Harry couldn't feel that love. At times, when she would rant about Slytherin depravities, he couldn't even fine a tolerance. But whenever he was with Malfoy, he couldn't even remember her.
But Harry had made his choice. He had chosen Ginny, not Malfoy, and he would not ignore his obligations for one man.
No matter how tempted he was…
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Creevey is here to see you," the voice of Harry's secretary sounded through his door.
"Send him in," Harry said, holding his wand to his throat before spelling the door to unlock.
He needed a distraction.
A moment after the locking charm was down, a mousy-haired man wearing the signature brown Auror trench coat came up to him with a smile on his face. The man looked around Harry's age, his bright brown eyes looking towards Harry with a kind of hero worship that reminded him of someone long-gone.
"Good to have you back, Sir," he greeted.
"Creevey, you're back early," Harry said as he sat back in his chair. "I take it this means that your case went well."
"Smoother than expected."
Dennis Creevey was a carbon copy of his older brother Colin, who had died almost two decades ago.
Though at times his energy rivaled that of his deceased brother when interacting within the magical world, Dennis was very serious about being an Auror. His aspiration started after the creation of Dumbledore's Army and, later, the death of his brother. After having achieved 'Outstanding' in all of his NEWTs and getting into the Auror training programme, Dennis quickly became a force to be reckoned with.
Even though he had started his training underneath Ron, Dennis had easily gravitated towards Harry. It was an endearing yet saddening trait that reminded him of Dennis' brother.
Before leaving for his conference trip, Harry had given Dennis an assignment to flush out a dark wizard that was targeting half-bloods. It seemed like an appropriate assignment for the eager Auror.
"A man claiming to be Rabastan Lestrange's son had been responsible," Creevey said more seriously as he handed Harry the folder in his hand.
Harry took the folder and opened it to find a man staring back at him that was the exact copy of the man he and Neville had caught during their early Auror days.
After the defeat of Voldemort, the Death Eaters that weren't already dead were quickly caught by the remaining Aurors and Hit Wizards, though there were some that had escaped. Rabastan had been one of them.
With Bellatrix dead and his brother already captured, Rabastan had quickly fled. It had taken years for him to be tracked down. It wasn't until three years later that Harry had gotten word that he was hiding in Germany. He and Neville had quickly been sent to track him down and bring him back.
Even with the two of them though, Rabastan had been a struggle. Harry had finally knocked him out, but not before being badly wounded. He had been sent to the hospital in Germany to recover before finally being sent home. By the time he had gotten back, Neville had already brought Rabastan to justice and the youngest Lestrange now had a permanent cell next to his brother.
However, it looked like Rabastan was hiding more than just himself in Germany. By the looks of it, Harry guessed that this man was roughly the same age as him, give or take a few years.
"Rabastan Lestrange Jr. said that he wanted to purify what was left of the sacred twenty-eight," Creevey continued as Harry flipped through the pages.
It was true. The ones that had gone missing had been connected to the sacred twenty-eight, the twenty-eight families that were thought to still be truly pure-blood. Even before the war, a lot of those families had started putting aside their prejudices and were associating with muggle-borns. Most of them, Harry knew at Hogwarts.
"The ones he was holding are now at St. Mungo's. Poor Neville. First his parents and now this. He wasn't in a good way when I last saw him. Not good at all. He was already there to stay by Hannah's side when we brought her in. Millicent Bulstrode, though…"
"You mean Flint, not Bulstrode. She's married to Marcus Flint remember," as Harry scanned her file.
"Not for long. He abandoned her after finding out that she had been targeted because she was a half-blood. Apparently, blood purity means more to him than his wife. It might not even matter though. She lost the baby and it looks like she might not hold out for much longer. Lestrange did a real number on her, but his family has always been a piece of work."
"What about the others, Mr. Ollivander and his son…," Harry said as he turned the page a few times.
"Mr. Ollivander succumbed to his injuries shortly after being taken. He was already very old and he never truly recovered from his injuries when Voldemort took him. His son's far better though. He was walking around when I last saw him."
"So all that's left is making sure that bastard stays in Azkaban for the rest of his life like his father and uncle. Good job," he commended as he placed the file on top of several others on his desk.
Creevey beamed at the praise before bowing out of the room. Once the door was closed, Harry sighed and rubbed his face in exhaustion. He would go and visit Neville as soon as he was able. Ron would likely want to come along as well.
Harry felt like a complete arse. Here he was, needing to force himself into not cheating on his wife with another man, while a good friend of his was staying by his wife's side, hoping that she would pull through the ordeal she went through.
He was acting like Marcus Flint and that was beyond disturbing.
End of Chapter: Temptation vs Obligation
