Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces

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Giving In

"Are you ready?" Harry asked as he and Draco stood in front of courtroom 10, where Rabastan Lestrange Jr was currently being held. "We don't have to do this today."

"Don't you need this information as soon as possible?" Draco asked as he leaned on the doorframe and gazed at the Auror.

"Yes, but I'm sure Shacklebolt would understand if we postponed this until tomorrow at least. After all, you only agreed to do this today."

Harry had few qualms about starting this today. He had been in this room many times before, like when he had almost been expelled and was tried for underage use of magic. Now that he was an Auror, it no longer affected him like it used to, since he was only ever here when putting any remaining Death Eaters on trial.

Draco, however, didn't have that luxury. The last time he had been in one of these rooms, his family had been on trial for their association with Voldemort. Draco remembered being emotionally and magically drained after all of the interrogation had been over. The only reason he and his family hadn't been sent to Azkaban after the trials was because Harry had spoken up for them.

"We might as well get it over with. The sooner I see what he's hiding, the sooner you can find out where this man comes from," he said before opening the door.

When they walked into the courtroom, it was to find it mostly empty. Since they would be using Legilimency and not Veritaserum to get the information they needed, there was no need for the Wizengamot. They would only be needed once the prisoner was ready to be sentenced. That meant only a few Aurors were needed for this task.

Currently, Rabastan sat in the centre of the courtroom. He was magically bound with chains that sprung from the chair he sat on. The man was in the regular grey-stripped prisoner garb. His waist-length coal-coloured hair had been pulled back behind his shoulders though shorter strands still draped his face as he bowed his head. On either side of him were Dean and Dennis, both of whom looked extremely irritated. As Harry and Draco approached them, all three looked towards the pair.

"Ah, a Malfoy," the man in the chair said calmly as his dead eyes gazed at the man approaching him. "Et tu pureblood brother. You and I are but one and the same. Purity runs through our veins."

"Shut up," Dennis said as he pulled Rabastan's head back against the chair.

"Filth!" Rabastan sneered, his voice echoing in the room. "Reeking of impurity! How dare you lay your hands on your betters?"

"Enough," Harry said sternly. Though he hadn't raised his voice, his tone had silenced the room. "This is your last chance to tell us what we want to know, Lestrange."

"I would rather suffer a lifetime of the Cruciatus Curse, spend eternity under the tender care of a thousand Dementors, have my limbs removed and my flesh pulled from my body-"

"We get it. Pain and torture would be futile," Dean sneered.

"He'd more than likely get off on it," Harry assumed and was rewarded with a yellow-teethed smile.

"Untie me and I'll show you exactly what would get me off," he said with a leering smile.

"Okay, here's how we're going to play this," Draco said as he stepped between Harry and Rabastan, pulling the prisoner's head back with a painful grip. "You will no longer speak in our presence."

"And if I do?" Rabastan sneered.

"Then the first limb I removed will make it very difficult for you to ever 'get off' again."

After opening his mouth as if to retort, a raised brow from Draco had Lestrange closing his mouth with a resounding snap.

"Good boy," Draco smirked as he let go of the other man. Then he took a cloth from his pocket and wiped the grime from the man's hair from his hand.

"It's a good thing this doesn't require him talking or this session would be a waste of our time," Harry commented as he conjured a chair in front of the prisoner so they could start.


"I can't believe you actually did it," Molly said as she came up to James after his Quidditch practice.

"Could you be a little more specific? I've done a lot of things today that I bet would surprise you," James smirked as he walked past her, broom in hand.

"McLaggen," the Weasley elaborated. "I have it under good authority that you said yes when he asked you to go out with him during our Hogsmeade visit.

"I don't know why that would surprise you when I told you myself that I would. Who was this reliable source of yours anyway?"

"McLaggen. When he and Zabini met in the hall, he was gloating about it. James, this is a bad idea."

"Why, because of a little gloating? Do you honestly think Zabini wouldn't have gloated if I had said yes to him?"

"That's different. Zabini actually cares for you."

"So he says," James scoffed.

"I don't know why McLaggen is doing this but I have a bad feeling about it either way."

"Well, I've already committed to going out with him and Potters never back out of anything."

"Fine, but if you find yourself wondering how you could have gotten yourself pulled into whatever McLaggen is planning, remember this moment," Molly warned.

"And if I don't, I know you'll be right there to rub it in my face," James rolled his eyes as he came up to the change room. "Now if you'll excuse me," he said, dismissing his cousin.


"Here," Harry said as he passed Draco a square bar, to which the blonde merely looked up at him with a quizzical stare. "I have the utmost belief that chocolate cures all ails, including delving into the mind of a psychopath."

After a few hours of probing Lestrange's mind, Dean and Dennis had taken the Death Eater fanatic away while Harry had taken the blonde back to his office. There, Harry needed to extract the memories from Draco's mind so the Auror could determine if the information gathered was what they were looking for. However, after spending hours in a deranged man's head, the blonde needed to get his own thoughts in order first. So now he sat in Harry's office, with his head in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other.

"We've put Lestrange back into his cell," Dean said as he peeked his head into Harry's office. "Are you heading out now?"

"Not yet. I still need to watch the memories and then write up a report for Shacklebolt," he said as he sat on his desk. "Thankfully Hermione's picking Lily up from the Burrow for me."

"Okay then. See ya tomorrow," Dean waved.

"Alright. Bye," the Head Auror said as his friend closed the door. "How are you doing?" Harry asked the blonde before him.

"Never better," Draco said as he bit off a piece of the chocolate. "Except for any time before the moment I went into that man's head."

"Was it really that bad?" Harry asked sympathetically.

"You'll have to view the memories for yourself, right?" Draco asked to which Harry nodded. "Then you'll find out soon enough."

"If you want, I can Obliviate the memories from you when we're done."

"And leave you alone with what's in that man's head? I don't think so," the blonde said as he got up from the chair. "Besides, misery loves company," he smiled as he leaned on the desk next to Harry. "I'll just chalk it up to watching a really bad movie."

"You watch movies, as in Muggle movies?"

"Of course. Do you really think the Malfoy's are as wealthy as they are without investing in the Muggle world? Going to the theatre is one of my guilty pleasures," he said, to which Harry laughed.

"Sure it is," Harry laughed doubtfully.

"I'm telling the truth," the blonde smiled. "I even own a few of them. I'm more into science fiction like Star Wars. I keep wondering if things like midi-chlorians are what gives us magical power," he wondered as he idly leaned closer to the shorter man.

Harry didn't know what got into him at that moment. If it was the fact that Draco was actually laughing, not smirking or leering at him, he didn't know. The only thing he did know was that when the blonde had leaned in closer to him, Harry had an immense urge to capture those pale lips within his own.

And then Harry was suddenly giving into that urge.

Draco didn't move as Harry pressed their lips together. He didn't know what got into the Auror but he wasn't going to spook the man away by reacting too fast. He parted his lips slowly as a velvet tongue slipped past them. He let that tongue explore the crevices of his mouth and savoured the taste and sensations he got in return. He let timid fingers run through his silky hair and trail down his neck before finally resting against his chest.

Slowly, so as not to spook the man embracing him, Draco turned so that they now faced each other. Draco then slid between Harry's legs as the blonde wrapped his arms around the Auror's waist. The blonde was quickly rewarded when Harry draped his arms over Draco's shoulder, bringing them closer together.


"So Daddy's at work with Fa- I mean Mr. Malfoy?" Lily said after she and her uncle arrived at his home.

"I'm afraid so, little one. I hope you're not too disappointed."

"Not at all," the redhead beamed before catching herself and calming down some. "Daddy always says how important catching bad guys is to him. When is … Mummy coming for me than?" Lily asked just as they walked into the kitchen.

"Hello, Love," Ron said as he pecked Hermione on the cheek. "I'm not sure when Ginny will be in. I sent a message to her so she knows to pick you up here."

"I'm afraid it won't be for a while though," Hermione said as she passed a plate of biscuits to Lily before sending her into the living room to play with Hugo. "Ginny owled me a moment ago and said that she was going to surprise Harry at work. She says that they're having a bit of a rough patch and she wants to spice up their relationship a bit."

"We're talking about my sister, Hermione," Ron grimaced. "Some things I don't need to know," he explained as Hermione rolled her eyes at him.


"If I knew you were a Star Wars fan, I would have opened with that a long time ago," Draco whispered against Harry's lips, to which Harry laughed nervously.

"Sorry," he breathed heavily, his face heating up as he moved back, his hands sliding down Draco's chest as he did so.

"There's no need for apologies," the blonde reassured as he caressed Harry's cheek. "You and I both know that I was holding myself back from doing the exact same thing," he said as he let his thumb caress Harry's swollen bottom lip.

"What is wrong with us?" Harry whispered against the blonde's thumb.

"The only thing wrong is that we didn't do this sooner. A lot of things could have been different if we had."

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Draco captured Harry's lips in another kiss, this one more heated and determined than the last. He pulled Harry flush up against him and thrust his pelvis hard against the other man's, electing a deep groan for his efforts. He repeated his movements over and over again as he pulled Harry's shirt out of his trousers. Then the blonde slid his hands underneath his lover's shirt, slipping the buttons open as he inched his fingers higher.

Harry merely panted in arousal as his shirt was being pulled from his shoulders. Wanting to feel the blonde's bare chest against his own, he broke the kiss so he could help pull the other man's shirt over his head. After throwing the offending article of clothing to the floor, Harry captured Draco's lips again, not wanting to be without the blonde's taste.

Pulling his wand out of his pocket, Draco quickly transfigured Harry's desk into a bed, where they quickly fell back on. When they broke apart again, Draco made quick work of their trousers and boxers, spelling them off before cupping the Auror's length within his grasp. Harry moaned as the blonde caressed his flesh, kneading his length until pre cum trailed down the side of his shaft. Draco quickly lapped up the trail, his own member twitching in excitement at the mewling sounds coming from his lover.

"Draco," Harry moaned out as the blonde caressed his length. Then he bit his lip in anticipation as he felt a slim digit slip past his puckered entrance. A second and third digit soon followed, stretching him for what he was craving for. "Draco please," he moaned out in need.

Taking the hint as Harry started riding his fingers, Draco slid his digits from Harry's entrance. He grabbed his wand and spelled lubricant onto his hand before tossing his wand to the side and coating his hardened length. Then he draped Harry's legs over his shoulders and eased himself inside.

As Draco leaned forward, forcing Harry's legs flush up against his chest, the blonde pushed himself deeper and deeper inside. Then he eased himself almost all the way out before pushing back in again. As he did it again and again, the blonde started picking up speed, thrusting into Harry with more force by the second.

Harry gripped onto the sheets and parted his lips, holding back a moan, as the blonde's length brushed up against his sweet spot. His eyes closed as he threw his head back in bliss, stars dancing before him as Draco's merciless thrusts had him burning up from the inside.

"Sweet Merlin," Harry moaned.

How had he gone on for so long without this?

"So good," Draco groaned.

As their bodies glistened with sweat, Draco wrapped one of Harry's legs around his waist and leaned forward until their lips locked. Then he gripped onto Harry's leaking member and started pumping it against his haphazard thrusts.

"Draco," Harry moaned pleadingly, their lips brushing in a messy kiss, as he trailed his fingers down the blonde's cheek.

"I know," Draco breathed against Harry's lips. "Come for me," he said as he trailed his lips against Harry's neck.

When the blonde brought his lips to a sensitive spot right underneath the Auror's ear and bit down, Harry reached his boiling point. He called out Draco's name as he spilt his essence all over the blonde's hand and their chests. As the walls of Harry's entrance clamped down around Draco's member, the blonde found his own release as he spilt his seed deep within Harry's waiting hole.

Draco continued thrusting into Harry, letting himself get milked as he pumped his lover's length to completion. Finally spent, Draco collapsed on top of Harry before rolling to the side, his length slipping free from his lover's abused entrance as he did so. Panting heavily after their recent activity, it wasn't until a few minutes later that one of them finally spoke.

"As amazing as that was," the blonde panted, turning to the side. "I can't help but wonder why the sudden change of heart," he said as he glided his fingers through the evidence of their lovemaking that coated Harry's stomach.

"I don't know," Harry said, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his unruly hair. "I just…" he began before turning to the blonde. "Do you promise not to laugh?"

"No. But I promise I'll make it up to you if I do," Draco smiled, finding the words vaguely familiar as he leaned in closer to caress his lips against Harry's neck.

"I don't know if I'm crazy or not," the saviour said as he turned away, savouring in the way the blonde's lips caressed his neck, "but being with you feels … normal. Does that make any sense?" Harry asked as he turned his head to face the blonde.

"No. But I've felt that way for a while now," Draco said as he leaned over Harry.

"How is that even possible?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I don't know and, frankly, I don't care. As long as we don't stop what we're doing, I'll be just fine," the blonde said with a new determination as he captured Harry's lips in a deep kiss.

As their kiss broke, Harry licked his swollen lips and stared up at the blonde. He held an unsure, yet determined expression that hit Harry with a realization. He didn't want it to end either.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on stopping. Not anymore."


As Ginny apparated away from the Ministry of Magic, her determination to keep her family together was the only thing that was motivating her. She was resolute in her actions. Everything she did was for her family, to make sure that they didn't stray from the path that she had set them on. But now there was a glitch in her perfect family, and she was determined to remove it before it destroyed everything she worked so hard for.

When the redhead apparated to her destination, she looked up towards the towering castle. Its iron gates and strong warding spells keeping her from going any further didn't deter her. With a swish of her wand, a bright light shot out and headed for the castle before her.

She only had to wait for a few minutes before the wards surrounding the castle shimmered and the main gates eased opened. As she slipped past the iron bars, the gates shut behind her and the wards shimmered once again as they reset themselves.

Ginny found the trek up to the front doors tedious, but her resolve pushed her forward. When she finally ascended the steps, it was to find someone already waiting by the entrance for her. The expression on her host's face was foreboding, but the redhead was determined.

"And what brings you to my humble abode, Mrs. Potter?" Astoria Malfoy asked haughtily as she leaned on the doorframe, swirling a glass of wine delicately within her hand while staring down imposingly at the redhead.

"We need to talk," was all Ginny said as she walked through the door and past the brunette.

"Do come in then," Astoria said scathingly before taking a sip of her wine as she moved from the door, letting it shut behind her as she followed her 'guest' inside.


End of Chapter: Giving In