Endless Infatuation
Title: Endless Infatuation
Author: Noirissime(aka Darkchocolate_/Silentlytold)
Genre: Drama
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: When you cannot be together irrational passion leads to irrational actions every time a moment can be stolen. DM/HP -Oneshot
Words: 2,029
Disclaimer: Neither one of these characters nor the surroundings they find themselves in are mine. Bugger ;)
Not beta-read. I apologize.
“Mr. Potter.” Serge called
“I’m about to leave, Serge. Is it important?” Harry asked turning around to face the chubby man. He was standing in the atrium with floo powder in his hand. After a day of interrogating possible Death Eaters he was tired and longed for the solitude of his own house.
“You might think it is,” Serge answered, flashing him a smile.
Annoyed by not getting a straight answer Harry threw the floo powder back in the pot. “What is it?” He had a feeling he would be working late again. Not that he complained much. His work was his life. He lived for it. Being an Auror gave him all the possible thrill and adventure he was looking of in a job. No day was ever like the day before, although now that the Death Eaters were more active than ever they liked to keep him in the Ministry.
“Team four has captured yet another suspect. They say you’re acquainted with him. He won’t talk to them, so they want you to interrogate him.” Serge said, touching his arm slightly.
Harry’s eyes narrowed at the touch. “Sign me back in, Anais.” He smiled to the girl who managed the departments and arrivals in the Atrium.
“Almost made it this time, Mr. Potter.” She called back with a smile.
Harry waved slightly and followed Serge back to the interrogation rooms on the second level. They were situated just next to the Auror Headquarters.
“He’s a funny one this one, according to the others.” Serge went on, while they stepped into the elevator. “They gave him Veritaserum, but he didn’t say a word. I’ve never met anyone who is immune to Veritaserum,”
“Me neither,” Harry lied, while his heart was jumping in his chest. There was only one person he knew of that could resist the power of Veritaserum.
“They must have done something wrong, because I don’t think there’s such a thing as Veritaserum immunity.” Serge took out his wand as they stepped out of the elevator and onto the second floor to open the magically sealed door. “Here we are, let’s have a look shall we?”
“Yes,” Harry answered absently.
The door opened and his suspicions were confirmed. There in the little white room sat Draco Malfoy casually on a chair with his legs crossed. How he managed to look casual while his hands were tied behind his back was a mystery to Harry.
The man’s deep grey eyes locked themselves with his and he smirked, but didn’t say a word.
“You can leave us now,” Harry said to Serge, stepping into the room.
“But Mr. Potter!” Serge argued. It was a non-written rule that no one could ever be alone in a room with a suspect, it was simply too dangerous.
Harry turned around. “I can handle this. I want to do this alone.” he said calmly, but sternly.
But then again, it was also a non-written rule never to say ‘no’ to Harry Potter. Serge nodded and closed the door behind him.
“Well, well, well,” Harry said when he was sure Serge was gone. “What an extremely pleasant surprise.”
“Nice to see you too, Potter.” Draco smirked, uncrossing his legs.
Harry took his wand out of his pocket and took off his cloak, throwing it into the corner. Then he leaned back against the door, allowing his fingers to play with the wand in his hands.
“Would you mind to undo these binding spells?” Draco asked, struggling slightly against the invisible forces that kept him in his chair.
Harry smiled amused. “I actually kind of like the idea of you tied up.” he said, smirking evilly.
“Potter!” Draco scolded.
Harry pushed himself off the wall and walked over to Draco. “Why are you here?” he asked, dropping to his knees in front of Draco so they were on the same level.
Draco looked at him. “There’s going to be an attack on the ministry. It’s going to be huge. We have Dementors, Giants and soon we’ll have an agreement with the vampires too.” he whispered.
“Did you have to come here?” Harry asked, moving his fingers through Draco’s feather soft hair as Draco arched into his touch. “It’s dangerous.”
“You’re not an easy person to get to. This was the only way, believe me.” Draco breathed, inching his face closer to Harry’s until their cheeks were touching.
Harry inhaled deeply, taking in as much of Draco’s scent as his lungs could manage. “When is this attack going to be?” He asked, nuzzling into the snug spot between Draco’s neck and shoulders. He tenderly nibbled Draco’s skin, burying himself deep into his spot.
“Fourteen days from now. We have allies inside the Ministry. We’ll attack from the inside and the outside. You might want to keep a closer look on Mr. Clearwater from the Department of Magical Transportation, Mr. Squibble and Mrs. What’s-her-name from the Atrium,” Draco managed to say through faint moans.
“Anais?” Harry asked surprised, drawing back slightly.
“Probably,” Draco said, gently nudging Harry back to his spot. “There are more, but I don’t know their names. He keeps us pretty much in the dark, to prevent us from doing what I am doing right now.”
“He’s such an idiot,” Harry stated, while his hands moved over Draco’s chest desperate to claim.
“We’ve been over this so many times, Potter. Don’t call him names, or I will call Dumbledore names.” Draco said huskily, then exclaimed. “Oh for Heavens sake, Potter, untie me!”
“Finite Incantatem.” Harry spoke, then tossed his wand aside.
Draco’s hands found his hair and neck within a second. “Now, let’s get to the more interesting part of my little visit.” He smirked, pulling Harry into a searching kiss.
Their lips moved over each other a few times, before Draco pried Harry’s lips apart with his tongue and sucked Harry’s tongue into his mouth.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” Harry panted lightly when he finally drew back.
“Oh but it makes it so much more exciting,” Draco’s eyes twinkled darkly. “Just thinking about doing this with you, right under their noses makes me so hard.” To emphasis his words, Draco pushed Harry back to the floor and crawled on top of him, moving his leg between Harry’s legs and crushing their hips together.
“Thrill-seeker,” Harry laughed, gripping Draco’s tie and pulling him even closer. “Daredevil,” he then whispered.
They kissed more hungrily this time, while their hands tried to get rid of the clothing that was in their way. When this failed Harry rolled, on top of Draco, and sat up, ripping both of their shirts off without even bothering to undo the buttons or take of their ties.
Harry’s hands slid over Draco’s smooth chest as he lowered himself back onto Draco. While he nibbled, bit and sucked Draco’s neck and collarbone, Draco’s fingers fumbled with their belts.
Draco’s skin was salt and soft on his tongue. He’d missed this even more that he thought he would. “Draco,” He whispered, searching for the right words to describe the feelings he so desperately wanted to share.
“Shh,” Draco whispered back, his hands moving underneath Harry’s now loose trousers where his member was painfully trapped. “I know, Harry, I know.”
Harry let out a breath, then sucked it back in sharply when Draco’s cold fingertips teased him with light touches.
Draco chuckled and wiggled his trousers off, causing even more friction.
When both of their trousers had reached their knees, Draco rolled back on top of Harry. Both of their cheeks were coloured, both of their eyes were shut. It had been such a long time since they had felt this magnetism between them.
Harry hissed as the cold stone floor came in touch with his bare back. He opened his eyes and saw Draco looking at him, for a moment they both forgot to move.
Draco’s hair hung loosely around his face and little drops of sweat decorated his forehead like little pearls. “You’re so beautiful,” Harry said, bringing his hands up to touch Draco’s cheeks and hair.
“So are you,” Draco said, smiling gently. “You’re also so mine.”
It was then that passion took back over. They kissed desperately, grinding their hips together until it felt like they would explode. Passion was itching and twisting in their lower abdomen and erections.
They were both remembered how perfectly they fit together when Draco possessed him like he had done before.
“I love you,” Harry whispered, high on pure enchantment only seconds after Draco’d crashed on top of him.
“Don’t say that,” Draco said back, burying his face in Harry’s messy hair. “We can’t take it there.”
“But I do love you,” Harry said determinedly, his fingertips drawing patterns on Draco’s back.
Draco sighed in his hair and sat up. “I know you do.” he replied, then kissed Harry deeply.
They both looked at each other silently, dreading what was to come.
“I have to go,” Draco said finally.
“I hate those words.” Harry sighed, as Draco stood up. He felt the chilliness of the room tickle his skin uncomfortably and wished he had the power to rewind time.
When Draco was finished collecting his clothing he offered Harry a hand, which Harry took, and pulled him up. “Could you fix my clothes?” Draco asked, looking at the pieces of clothing with amusement.
Harry looked around for his wand and collected his clothing as well. “Reparo,” he said a number of times, until the both of them were dressed almost as neatly as they came in.
Harry sighed heavy-heartedly as he realized that time had defeated him once again. Here they were ready to leave each other once more. Every time it hurt more, every time the loneliness he felt increased. Harry turned away, not sure what to do with all the emotions that were washing over him live waves, but Draco pulled him back into a hug.
“How are we going to do this?” Harry asked finally.
“Well in order for me to escape I need your wand to take away the anti-disapparation spells.” Draco answered, his fingers creating curls into Harry’s hair.
“Which I would not give to you just like that, so you have to knock me to the ground, take my wand and stun me,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s thin lips. “Better do it quickly.”
Draco nodded and kissed Harry once more, before he stepped back and punched Harry’s jaw.
For a moment all Harry could see was stars. He could taste the blood in his mouth. “Good one.” He commented, wincing while he talked.
“Jusqu'à ce que nous nous rencontrions encore, mon amour.” Draco said, kissing a bit of the blood away.
“You always say that.” Harry said, leaning into Draco’s touch. “And I never know what it means.”
“Maybe you should try and find out,” Draco teased.
Harry growled, and then moaned soflty in pain. “Better stun me, before they come.”
“I wonder what they’ll think when they find you lying on the ground in a room that smells of our little infatuation,” Draco smirked.
Harry chuckled. “Don’t you dare take my wand with you.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Draco smiled, kissing him once more. “Don’t get killed just yet,”
“I won’t. I promise.” Harry smiled, crushing their chests together. “Now, get on with it.”
They both glanced at the door, when distant voices penetrated the wood.
“Stupefy!”
A bolt of red light left Harry unconscious in Draco’s arms. Draco lowered Harry’s body slowly to the floor.
“Finite Incantatum!” He spoke loudly pointing Harry’s wand to the ceiling, then turned to Harry once more. “I love you too, until we meet once more. Then I’ll fall in love with you all over again.”
He disappeared. Like he always disappeared, with a heavy, dark craving in his heart. There was no future for them. Their love consisted of stolen moments like these.