HDCliche fest fic: Holed Up
Title: Holed Up
Author: enchanted_jae
Cliche(s): forced proximity, first time, bed!sharing
Word Count: 3,444
Rating: R
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Nothing but sex, slash, and snark*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to adafrog for looking this one over!
Summary: Draco Malfoy's testimony can put away a career criminal. It's up to Auror Potter to keep Malfoy alive until the hearing. Too bad Harry wants to kill Malfoy...or shag him, He can't decide which.
The hike to the safe house had been long and tiring. Harry was wet and cold and weary, but he was undaunted. As an Auror, he'd endured worse. As a child, he'd endured worse. There was nothing this assignment could throw at him that Harry wasn't prepared for. He cast one last look around, then opened the door of the small cottage. Harry almost reeled backward.
He wasn't prepared for this.
Three days ago...
"Potter, I don't need to tell you how important this assignment is."
"No, sir."
"I am aware that you and Malfoy have a past--"
"When we were children, Kingsley," Harry interjected. "We've matured since then. Malfoy and I even manage to make polite conversation at Ministry functions."
"That's excellent, Potter, because the two of you will need to be in close quarters until Basia Wimbisch's trial. Malfoy's testimony will be vital in securing a conviction. Wimbisch may be in custody, but her followers will be eager to silence Malfoy for good. The threat he poses to their entire organization is too great."
"I understand, sir."
Kingsley leaned forward and lowered his voice, as if fearful of being overheard in his own office. "You will be escorting Malfoy to a safe house in Wales," he said. "It's unplottable, and only three people in the Ministry even know of its existence: The Minister, Unspeakable Granger, and myself. It's a small cottage, but it has been warded with the strongest spells that Granger could come up with. However, you must refrain from using any magic while you're there. We believe Wimbisch has someone in the DMLE, someone who knows how to seek and track magical signatures. Your ability to function without magic is part of the reason you were chosen for this assignment."
Harry nodded gravely. "I'll do my best, Kingsley."
"Good. Now get out there and do your job."
"Yes, sir."
Harry clenched his jaw and stepped to the side, ushering Malfoy into the cottage ahead of him.
Malfoy took two steps inside and stumbled to a halt. "There must be some mistake," he said, turning to glare at Harry in accusation. "Did you know about this?"
Harry entered the cottage and closed the door firmly behind him. "No, Malfoy, I wasn't apprised of the situation."
Kingsley had warned him the cottage was small. What he had neglected to mention was that it was only large enough to contain a stove, a sink, a small refrigerator, a table with two chairs, a chest of drawers with a Muggle television on it, and a single bed. A door at the back of the cottage opened to reveal a small bathroom that barely contained a toilet, a pedestal sink, and a shower cubicle.
"This is ridiculous," Malfoy grumbled.
"Did you expect a five-star hotel?" snapped Harry. He wasn't happy with the arrangement, either. He took a breath to calm himself, then added, "It's only for two days." And nights.
Malfoy mercifully refrained from additional complaint. He barged past Harry and set his suitcase on the bed. He opened it and began unpacking in silence.
Harry dropped his bag on the bed as well and got out of Malfoy's way. He paced to the kitchen area and began looking in the fridge and cupboards. They were well-provisioned, although the fare was simple. There were cans of soup and vegetables, boxes of dry pasta, jars of sauce, a loaf of bread, a box of cereal, and bags of crisps. The refrigerator yielded a gallon of milk, a dozen eggs, some fresh fruits and vegetables, bottles of water, a wedge of cheese, and a package of bangers. Harry peered into the freezer and discovered two bags of frozen veg, including a bag of chips, a box of fish fillets, and a frozen pizza. He closed the door and sighed. At least they wouldn't go hungry.
"We have enough food to last a week," Harry announced.
Malfoy paused in the act of placing his clothing in the dresser to nod. "You know how to cook without magic, yeah?"
"Yes," Harry replied. He was relieved that Malfoy wasn't causing a bigger fuss over their temporary quarters. Harry located the dishes and cutlery, and he was pleasantly surprised to find a deck of cards and a chessboard in one of the drawers. Not only were they in no danger of starving to death, it seemed they wouldn't die of boredom, either.
Harry prepared a simple meal, and Malfoy cleared the table after they'd eaten. Harry washed dishes, and Malfoy dried. It was almost cozy. Harry got out the deck of cards and they sat at the table to play a few hands of poker. Harry was willing to do anything to delay bedtime.
"Scared, Potter?"
"What? No. Why?"
Malfoy grinned at Harry over his hand of cards. "I thought perhaps you would be nervous about our...sleeping arrangements."
Harry responded with a question of his own. "Does it bother you?"
"No, but I'm bent," Malfoy replied. He discarded a six of spades and drew another card. His eyes lifted to Harry's again. "I'm also attractive, and you're curious."
Harry froze, but he recovered quickly. "Curious?" he repeated, discarding the Queen of Clubs and picking up another card without paying attention.
"Don't be coy, Potter. I've heard the rumors."
"Rumors?"
"The ones that claim your wife divorced you because you're bent."
"Malfoy, you of all people should know that most rumors about me aren't true." Harry was proud of how even his voice sounded. Malfoy's comment had hit closer to home that Harry was comfortable with.
"In that case, I shall do my level best to protect your virtue."
"Be still, my fluttering heart," growled Harry.
This was torture.
Harry couldn't sleep. He was sharing a bed with Draco Malfoy, and Harry's nerves were strung tight. Beside him, Malfoy seemed to be slumbering peacefully, but Harry was tense and anxious...and aroused. They weren't touching one another, but having Malfoy so close, so convenient, was driving Harry mad with want. He flung the blankets back and got up.
"Wha's wrong?" slurred Malfoy.
"I need to use the loo," snapped Harry. "Go back to sleep." He didn't wait for a response before he stalked through the narrow door and into the tiny bathroom, turning on the overhead light and shutting the door. Harry braced his hands on the sink and took a few deep breaths. His erection refused to subside. There was nothing to do but take himself in hand.
Harry dropped his pyjama bottoms and wrapped his hand around his cock, sighing in relief as he did so. He didn't have time to tease the head and the slit, like he normally did. Instead, Harry set about jerking himself off as quickly as possible. He gritted his teeth to fight back a groan when he climaxed, spattering the sink with the results.
Harry ran some water and cleaned up, then spritzed the can of floral air freshener for good measure. He doused the light, opened the door, and crept quietly back to the bed. Harry tried not to disturb Malfoy as he slid back under the covers.
"Did you have a nice wank?"
Harry was glad the darkness his his gobsmacked expression. "I wasn't wanking," he lied. "I, ahem, I had a bit of stomach upset. Can't you smell the air freshener I used?"
"It's a good thing you sprayed, seeing as how you didn't flush the toilet."
The following morning, Harry was grumpy and out of sorts. He almost wished Wimbisch's goons would attack, just so he could take out his frustration and anger on someone. Conversely, Malfoy was chipper and cheerful, and Harry wanted to wring his neck. Or fuck him, he hadn't decided yet.
Harry flushed with shame and longing. Malfoy had been partially correct with his assertions the night before. Ginny had been the one to ask Harry for a divorce, after informing him that he was bent. Harry had tried to deny it, and he was still trying to deny it, but being in such close proximity with an attractive, available male was causing Harry to seriously reconsider his life choices.
Had the situation been different, Harry might have been glad of the chance to experiment with Malfoy, but damn it, he was meant to be protecting Malfoy, not shagging him.
"Another round of cards?" Malfoy suggested, after the breakfast dishes had been dealt with.
"Sure, why not?" Harry muttered. At best, playing cards would provide a distraction.
"Shall we play strip poker?"
Harry lost control of the arch he was making as he shuffled, and cards flew all over the small cottage. Malfoy threw his head back and laughed, the deviant fiend, while Harry was left scrambling to pick up the cards without benefit of magic.
"No, we are not going to play strip poker," Harry snapped, once he'd recovered all of the cards. He resumed shuffling, putting more force into the menial activity than was necessary.
"Old maid."
Harry glanced up. "That's a children's game."
"I wasn't talking about the cards."
Harry slapped the table. "Do you want to play cards or not?"
"Alright, Potter," said Malfoy. "I apologize for winding you up. Let's play cards, and I promise to be on my best behavior. It wouldn't do for you to murder me before I get the chance to testify."
They played cards until lunch. Afterward, Harry and Malfoy settled down with books. Malfoy propped himself against the headboard of the bed, while Harry was far less comfortable at the kitchen table. He pretended he was at the library and that there wasn't a cozy, comfortable bed nearby. With a gorgeous bloke stretched out on it. A gorgeous, willing bloke with long legs and a nice...
Harry caught himself staring and shook his head as if to clear it. He looked at the page he was on, but nothing made any sense. Had he been idly flipping pages and not actually reading? Harry blamed Malfoy.
"Potter, we haven't been here even a full day yet, and you look like you're barking mad."
Harry scowled and tossed his book down. "I'm not used to sitting around," he admitted. "I've always preferred action. Not that kind of action, you slag," Harry added when he saw Malfoy smirk at him.
"Why be so repressed?" Malfoy challenged. "If you're even the least bit curious, this is the perfect time for you to find out if you're bent. If nothing else, sex is a great way to expend excess energy."
Harry closed his eyes and counted to ten. He was sorely tempted by Malfoy's offer, but he had to maintain a professional distance between them.
"No one will know, Potter," Malfoy said softly.
Harry opened his eyes. Malfoy wasn't smirking or sneering. He looked sincere. Somehow, that was worse. Harry could fight his attraction when Malfoy was being his typical, aggravating self. Earnest Malfoy, however, was more difficult to resist.
Harry turned his head away. "Stop, Malfoy. Please."
When Harry dared to look at him again, Malfoy had calmly resumed reading.
The previous night had been torture, but now Harry was convinced he was in hell. Once again, Malfoy had fallen asleep easily, while Harry lay beside him, tense and randy and irritable. It would be so easy to turn and haul Malfoy flush against him and take him up on his tempting offer. Harry reached out tentatively, only to catch himself and snatch his hand back.
While it was true that he was in the process of reevaluating his life, he needed to focus on his duty right now, which was keeping Malfoy safe. Aside from that, Harry didn't want to experiment with Draco Malfoy. He got flustered around Malfoy too easily as it was. Should they become intimate, Harry would never be able to look Malfoy in the face again.
He turned his back on his charge, punched his pillow a few times, and resolved to get some sleep.
Harry woke up some time later to find himself spooned up to Malfoy rather intimately. His heart rate and breathing quickened as he was swamped with feelings of panic, lust, and mortification. Harry forced himself to calm down. His unruly cock, however, refused to cooperate. It began to fill with blood, hardening and aching for some attention. Harry gritted his teeth and began to slowly extricate himself from his awkward position, hoping not to awaken Malfoy.
Harry didn't notice the rhythm of Malfoy's breathing change, but he was certainly aware of the moment that Malfoy pushed his bum back and ground it against Harry's groin. Harry's breath stalled in his throat. Perhaps Malfoy was merely reacting in his sleep...
Malfoy gave another wiggle of his arse, followed by a tiny moan.
It was the moan that did it. Harry lost all control and thrust his hips forward, grinding his throbbing cock into the cleft of Malfoy's arse. He groaned and tightened his arms around Malfoy's torso. A warm hand covered one of Harry's and guided it down, between Malfoy's legs. Harry's face got hot, but he was unable to resist. He took the opportunity to fondle Malfoy there, the first time he'd ever touched another bloke's bits. Harry grew impatient with the fabric of Malfoy's pyjamas between them. He pulled his hand back and then shoved it down Malfoy's pyjamas. Malfoy gasped, and his bare cock twitched in Harry's hand.
Harry was inspired to begin wanking Malfoy in the manner that he, himself, preferred. Malfoy seemed to enjoy it, too, judging from the passionate noises that spilled from his lips. As he handled Malfoy's prick, Harry continued to grind his own erection against Malfoy's writhing arse. Harry's muscles grew taut, and his balls tightened in preparation for blowing his load.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight, squeezing Malfoy's cock in the process. Malfoy cried out and spilled over Harry's hand at the same time as Harry pulsed inside of his pyjamas. He was left feeling sticky and satisfied.
"Not bad, for your first time."
Harry's eyes popped open in the dark, and he scrambled to get away from Malfoy. He nearly fell over the edge of the bed in his haste.
"I didn't mean for that to happen," Harry babbled. He was on the verge of using a spell to clean himself when he recalled they weren't meant to use magic. He turned on the bedside lamp and grimaced at how tacky he felt.
"I gathered as much," Malfoy said tartly. He slid off his side of the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him.
Harry was left to heave a frustrated sigh and clean up as best as he could at the kitchen sink. He tossed his soiled pyjamas in the hamper and dragged on a pair of pants and jeans. He raised his head when the bathroom door opened, only to see Malfoy emerge wearing nothing but a towel knotted low on his slim hips. Harry gulped, and his cock stirred with renewed interest.
Malfoy dropped his towel and climbed back into bed.
Harry's mouth fell open. "You can't sleep naked!" he sputtered.
"Why not?"
"Because!" Harry yelped.
"That was my only pair of pyjamas," said Malfoy. "I packed light, since we were only meant to be here for two or three days. You'll simply have to deal with my glorious nudity." With that, he turned his back on Harry and tugged the blankets up to his shoulders.
Harry's mouth worked for a moment, but no words formed. He had no words. Malfoy was the most aggravating, annoying, arousing...
Harry grimaced as his train of thought derailed. He tossed his glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes.
"Stop being so noisy, and turn off that bloody lamp!"
Harry's jaw tightened. Wimbisch didn't have anything to worry about; Harry would kill Malfoy long before the trial came to pass.
Harry spent the remainder of the night sleeping slumped over at the table. As a result, he was stiff and sore and out of sorts. Malfoy, on the other hand, was a full of good cheer. Harry longed to throttle him. Instead, he brewed some Earl Grey and sipped it, hoping the tea would keep him alert and focused. There was still the danger that their safe house could be compromised.
After they'd eaten breakfast, Malfoy tried to engage Harry. "Would you like to play chess?"
"No."
"Poker?"
"No."
"Shag?"
"What?! No!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "I wanted to see if you were paying attention," he said. "Although the prospect of sex does have its merits-"
"We are not having sex, Malfoy."
"Well, not at this moment, we're not," Malfoy responded with an infuriating smirk.
Harry crossed his arms and glowered.
"Oh, alright," Malfoy said, loosing a gusty sigh. "Don't get a kink in your cock. I'll try to finish reading my book. We're only stuck here for another few hours, yeah?"
Once the summons came to return to the Ministry with Malfoy, Harry quickly packed his things. He told himself he was relieved, and not disappointed, that he would no longer be holed up with Malfoy in such close quarters.
Harry stayed beside Malfoy from the time they left the cottage, back to London and to the Ministry, and all through Malfoy's testimony at Wimbisch's hearing. It was Malfoy who played the largest role in securing a guilty verdict against Wimbisch. The witch was well aware of it, too, judging from the curses she shrieked at Malfoy as she was led away.
Harry finally allowed himself to relax. However, he followed Malfoy closely when they exited the chamber where the hearing was held. Harry had fully expected an attack by Wimbisch's minions, and it almost bothered him that things had been quiet all through the hearing. Therefore, Harry wasn't really surprised when someone pushed to the front of the crowd and cast an Unforgivable at Malfoy.
Harry lunged at Malfoy, tackling him to the ground as he fired off a hasty Shielding charm.
During the ensuing panic and scuffle, Harry was keenly aware of the heat of Malfoy's body beneath him, the frantic hammering of both of their hearts, and even how good Malfoy smelled. All of those sensations, combined with the excitement of the moment, caused Harry to get hard. His mortification doubled when Malfoy caught his eye and winked.
"At least buy me dinner before you molest me in public, Potter."
Harry scrambled off of Malfoy, grateful that his official robes hid his indiscretion.
Malfoy remained where he'd fallen. He raised a brow and a hand in Harry's direction.
Harry bit back a snarky retort and took Malfoy's hand, hauling him to his feet. Malfoy used the motion as an excuse to stumble against Harry and get in a sly rub or two before stepping back.
"Thank you for saving my life, Auror Potter," Malfoy said. "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow evening to express my gratitude."
Harry's ears got hot. Malfoy knew they had an audience, and he didn't think Harry would decline such a generous offer in front of their salacious onlookers. He had another think coming.
"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry began, "but I-"
A large hand clapped down on Harry's shoulder. "Brilliant job, Auror Potter," boomed Kingsley. "Your constant vigilance is an asset to the DMLE. Malfoy, are you alright?"
"I certainly am," Malfoy replied. "Thanks to Auror Potter here. He has graciously agreed to have dinner with me tomorrow evening, so that I may thank him properly."
"Excellent!" Kingsley agreed, clapping Harry's shoulder once more. "You lads enjoy yourselves. Merlin knows you deserve it. Malfoy, thank you for your courageous testimony. Harry, I'll see you later."
As Kingsley lumbered away and the rest of the crowd dispersed, Harry stood his ground and glared Malfoy down. "You, you...Slytherin," Harry hissed. He stoically ignored the fact that his cock was still hard and aching.
Malfoy snickered in the face of Harry's wrath. "Buck up, Potter," he said. "We'll have dinner, drink some wine, and if you're in the mood for it, we'll go back to mine and shag like mad, okay?"
Harry's pupils had grown larger with each word out of Malfoy's mouth. "Okay," he breathed. "That is, I mean..."
"Splendid!" Malfoy cut in. "I'll collect you tomorrow evening at eight." With an airy wave, he turned and strode away, getting lost among those who were still lingering.
Harry watched him go, feeling irritated, relieved, gobsmacked, and bereft all at once. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at the ceiling. "I am so fucked," Harry muttered to himself.
In more ways than one.
Holed Up 2
Cross-posted to hd_cliche
Author: enchanted_jae
Cliche(s): forced proximity, first time, bed!sharing
Word Count: 3,444
Rating: R
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Nothing but sex, slash, and snark*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to adafrog for looking this one over!
Summary: Draco Malfoy's testimony can put away a career criminal. It's up to Auror Potter to keep Malfoy alive until the hearing. Too bad Harry wants to kill Malfoy...or shag him, He can't decide which.
The hike to the safe house had been long and tiring. Harry was wet and cold and weary, but he was undaunted. As an Auror, he'd endured worse. As a child, he'd endured worse. There was nothing this assignment could throw at him that Harry wasn't prepared for. He cast one last look around, then opened the door of the small cottage. Harry almost reeled backward.
He wasn't prepared for this.
Three days ago...
"Potter, I don't need to tell you how important this assignment is."
"No, sir."
"I am aware that you and Malfoy have a past--"
"When we were children, Kingsley," Harry interjected. "We've matured since then. Malfoy and I even manage to make polite conversation at Ministry functions."
"That's excellent, Potter, because the two of you will need to be in close quarters until Basia Wimbisch's trial. Malfoy's testimony will be vital in securing a conviction. Wimbisch may be in custody, but her followers will be eager to silence Malfoy for good. The threat he poses to their entire organization is too great."
"I understand, sir."
Kingsley leaned forward and lowered his voice, as if fearful of being overheard in his own office. "You will be escorting Malfoy to a safe house in Wales," he said. "It's unplottable, and only three people in the Ministry even know of its existence: The Minister, Unspeakable Granger, and myself. It's a small cottage, but it has been warded with the strongest spells that Granger could come up with. However, you must refrain from using any magic while you're there. We believe Wimbisch has someone in the DMLE, someone who knows how to seek and track magical signatures. Your ability to function without magic is part of the reason you were chosen for this assignment."
Harry nodded gravely. "I'll do my best, Kingsley."
"Good. Now get out there and do your job."
"Yes, sir."
Harry clenched his jaw and stepped to the side, ushering Malfoy into the cottage ahead of him.
Malfoy took two steps inside and stumbled to a halt. "There must be some mistake," he said, turning to glare at Harry in accusation. "Did you know about this?"
Harry entered the cottage and closed the door firmly behind him. "No, Malfoy, I wasn't apprised of the situation."
Kingsley had warned him the cottage was small. What he had neglected to mention was that it was only large enough to contain a stove, a sink, a small refrigerator, a table with two chairs, a chest of drawers with a Muggle television on it, and a single bed. A door at the back of the cottage opened to reveal a small bathroom that barely contained a toilet, a pedestal sink, and a shower cubicle.
"This is ridiculous," Malfoy grumbled.
"Did you expect a five-star hotel?" snapped Harry. He wasn't happy with the arrangement, either. He took a breath to calm himself, then added, "It's only for two days." And nights.
Malfoy mercifully refrained from additional complaint. He barged past Harry and set his suitcase on the bed. He opened it and began unpacking in silence.
Harry dropped his bag on the bed as well and got out of Malfoy's way. He paced to the kitchen area and began looking in the fridge and cupboards. They were well-provisioned, although the fare was simple. There were cans of soup and vegetables, boxes of dry pasta, jars of sauce, a loaf of bread, a box of cereal, and bags of crisps. The refrigerator yielded a gallon of milk, a dozen eggs, some fresh fruits and vegetables, bottles of water, a wedge of cheese, and a package of bangers. Harry peered into the freezer and discovered two bags of frozen veg, including a bag of chips, a box of fish fillets, and a frozen pizza. He closed the door and sighed. At least they wouldn't go hungry.
"We have enough food to last a week," Harry announced.
Malfoy paused in the act of placing his clothing in the dresser to nod. "You know how to cook without magic, yeah?"
"Yes," Harry replied. He was relieved that Malfoy wasn't causing a bigger fuss over their temporary quarters. Harry located the dishes and cutlery, and he was pleasantly surprised to find a deck of cards and a chessboard in one of the drawers. Not only were they in no danger of starving to death, it seemed they wouldn't die of boredom, either.
Harry prepared a simple meal, and Malfoy cleared the table after they'd eaten. Harry washed dishes, and Malfoy dried. It was almost cozy. Harry got out the deck of cards and they sat at the table to play a few hands of poker. Harry was willing to do anything to delay bedtime.
"Scared, Potter?"
"What? No. Why?"
Malfoy grinned at Harry over his hand of cards. "I thought perhaps you would be nervous about our...sleeping arrangements."
Harry responded with a question of his own. "Does it bother you?"
"No, but I'm bent," Malfoy replied. He discarded a six of spades and drew another card. His eyes lifted to Harry's again. "I'm also attractive, and you're curious."
Harry froze, but he recovered quickly. "Curious?" he repeated, discarding the Queen of Clubs and picking up another card without paying attention.
"Don't be coy, Potter. I've heard the rumors."
"Rumors?"
"The ones that claim your wife divorced you because you're bent."
"Malfoy, you of all people should know that most rumors about me aren't true." Harry was proud of how even his voice sounded. Malfoy's comment had hit closer to home that Harry was comfortable with.
"In that case, I shall do my level best to protect your virtue."
"Be still, my fluttering heart," growled Harry.
This was torture.
Harry couldn't sleep. He was sharing a bed with Draco Malfoy, and Harry's nerves were strung tight. Beside him, Malfoy seemed to be slumbering peacefully, but Harry was tense and anxious...and aroused. They weren't touching one another, but having Malfoy so close, so convenient, was driving Harry mad with want. He flung the blankets back and got up.
"Wha's wrong?" slurred Malfoy.
"I need to use the loo," snapped Harry. "Go back to sleep." He didn't wait for a response before he stalked through the narrow door and into the tiny bathroom, turning on the overhead light and shutting the door. Harry braced his hands on the sink and took a few deep breaths. His erection refused to subside. There was nothing to do but take himself in hand.
Harry dropped his pyjama bottoms and wrapped his hand around his cock, sighing in relief as he did so. He didn't have time to tease the head and the slit, like he normally did. Instead, Harry set about jerking himself off as quickly as possible. He gritted his teeth to fight back a groan when he climaxed, spattering the sink with the results.
Harry ran some water and cleaned up, then spritzed the can of floral air freshener for good measure. He doused the light, opened the door, and crept quietly back to the bed. Harry tried not to disturb Malfoy as he slid back under the covers.
"Did you have a nice wank?"
Harry was glad the darkness his his gobsmacked expression. "I wasn't wanking," he lied. "I, ahem, I had a bit of stomach upset. Can't you smell the air freshener I used?"
"It's a good thing you sprayed, seeing as how you didn't flush the toilet."
The following morning, Harry was grumpy and out of sorts. He almost wished Wimbisch's goons would attack, just so he could take out his frustration and anger on someone. Conversely, Malfoy was chipper and cheerful, and Harry wanted to wring his neck. Or fuck him, he hadn't decided yet.
Harry flushed with shame and longing. Malfoy had been partially correct with his assertions the night before. Ginny had been the one to ask Harry for a divorce, after informing him that he was bent. Harry had tried to deny it, and he was still trying to deny it, but being in such close proximity with an attractive, available male was causing Harry to seriously reconsider his life choices.
Had the situation been different, Harry might have been glad of the chance to experiment with Malfoy, but damn it, he was meant to be protecting Malfoy, not shagging him.
"Another round of cards?" Malfoy suggested, after the breakfast dishes had been dealt with.
"Sure, why not?" Harry muttered. At best, playing cards would provide a distraction.
"Shall we play strip poker?"
Harry lost control of the arch he was making as he shuffled, and cards flew all over the small cottage. Malfoy threw his head back and laughed, the deviant fiend, while Harry was left scrambling to pick up the cards without benefit of magic.
"No, we are not going to play strip poker," Harry snapped, once he'd recovered all of the cards. He resumed shuffling, putting more force into the menial activity than was necessary.
"Old maid."
Harry glanced up. "That's a children's game."
"I wasn't talking about the cards."
Harry slapped the table. "Do you want to play cards or not?"
"Alright, Potter," said Malfoy. "I apologize for winding you up. Let's play cards, and I promise to be on my best behavior. It wouldn't do for you to murder me before I get the chance to testify."
They played cards until lunch. Afterward, Harry and Malfoy settled down with books. Malfoy propped himself against the headboard of the bed, while Harry was far less comfortable at the kitchen table. He pretended he was at the library and that there wasn't a cozy, comfortable bed nearby. With a gorgeous bloke stretched out on it. A gorgeous, willing bloke with long legs and a nice...
Harry caught himself staring and shook his head as if to clear it. He looked at the page he was on, but nothing made any sense. Had he been idly flipping pages and not actually reading? Harry blamed Malfoy.
"Potter, we haven't been here even a full day yet, and you look like you're barking mad."
Harry scowled and tossed his book down. "I'm not used to sitting around," he admitted. "I've always preferred action. Not that kind of action, you slag," Harry added when he saw Malfoy smirk at him.
"Why be so repressed?" Malfoy challenged. "If you're even the least bit curious, this is the perfect time for you to find out if you're bent. If nothing else, sex is a great way to expend excess energy."
Harry closed his eyes and counted to ten. He was sorely tempted by Malfoy's offer, but he had to maintain a professional distance between them.
"No one will know, Potter," Malfoy said softly.
Harry opened his eyes. Malfoy wasn't smirking or sneering. He looked sincere. Somehow, that was worse. Harry could fight his attraction when Malfoy was being his typical, aggravating self. Earnest Malfoy, however, was more difficult to resist.
Harry turned his head away. "Stop, Malfoy. Please."
When Harry dared to look at him again, Malfoy had calmly resumed reading.
The previous night had been torture, but now Harry was convinced he was in hell. Once again, Malfoy had fallen asleep easily, while Harry lay beside him, tense and randy and irritable. It would be so easy to turn and haul Malfoy flush against him and take him up on his tempting offer. Harry reached out tentatively, only to catch himself and snatch his hand back.
While it was true that he was in the process of reevaluating his life, he needed to focus on his duty right now, which was keeping Malfoy safe. Aside from that, Harry didn't want to experiment with Draco Malfoy. He got flustered around Malfoy too easily as it was. Should they become intimate, Harry would never be able to look Malfoy in the face again.
He turned his back on his charge, punched his pillow a few times, and resolved to get some sleep.
Harry woke up some time later to find himself spooned up to Malfoy rather intimately. His heart rate and breathing quickened as he was swamped with feelings of panic, lust, and mortification. Harry forced himself to calm down. His unruly cock, however, refused to cooperate. It began to fill with blood, hardening and aching for some attention. Harry gritted his teeth and began to slowly extricate himself from his awkward position, hoping not to awaken Malfoy.
Harry didn't notice the rhythm of Malfoy's breathing change, but he was certainly aware of the moment that Malfoy pushed his bum back and ground it against Harry's groin. Harry's breath stalled in his throat. Perhaps Malfoy was merely reacting in his sleep...
Malfoy gave another wiggle of his arse, followed by a tiny moan.
It was the moan that did it. Harry lost all control and thrust his hips forward, grinding his throbbing cock into the cleft of Malfoy's arse. He groaned and tightened his arms around Malfoy's torso. A warm hand covered one of Harry's and guided it down, between Malfoy's legs. Harry's face got hot, but he was unable to resist. He took the opportunity to fondle Malfoy there, the first time he'd ever touched another bloke's bits. Harry grew impatient with the fabric of Malfoy's pyjamas between them. He pulled his hand back and then shoved it down Malfoy's pyjamas. Malfoy gasped, and his bare cock twitched in Harry's hand.
Harry was inspired to begin wanking Malfoy in the manner that he, himself, preferred. Malfoy seemed to enjoy it, too, judging from the passionate noises that spilled from his lips. As he handled Malfoy's prick, Harry continued to grind his own erection against Malfoy's writhing arse. Harry's muscles grew taut, and his balls tightened in preparation for blowing his load.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight, squeezing Malfoy's cock in the process. Malfoy cried out and spilled over Harry's hand at the same time as Harry pulsed inside of his pyjamas. He was left feeling sticky and satisfied.
"Not bad, for your first time."
Harry's eyes popped open in the dark, and he scrambled to get away from Malfoy. He nearly fell over the edge of the bed in his haste.
"I didn't mean for that to happen," Harry babbled. He was on the verge of using a spell to clean himself when he recalled they weren't meant to use magic. He turned on the bedside lamp and grimaced at how tacky he felt.
"I gathered as much," Malfoy said tartly. He slid off his side of the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him.
Harry was left to heave a frustrated sigh and clean up as best as he could at the kitchen sink. He tossed his soiled pyjamas in the hamper and dragged on a pair of pants and jeans. He raised his head when the bathroom door opened, only to see Malfoy emerge wearing nothing but a towel knotted low on his slim hips. Harry gulped, and his cock stirred with renewed interest.
Malfoy dropped his towel and climbed back into bed.
Harry's mouth fell open. "You can't sleep naked!" he sputtered.
"Why not?"
"Because!" Harry yelped.
"That was my only pair of pyjamas," said Malfoy. "I packed light, since we were only meant to be here for two or three days. You'll simply have to deal with my glorious nudity." With that, he turned his back on Harry and tugged the blankets up to his shoulders.
Harry's mouth worked for a moment, but no words formed. He had no words. Malfoy was the most aggravating, annoying, arousing...
Harry grimaced as his train of thought derailed. He tossed his glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes.
"Stop being so noisy, and turn off that bloody lamp!"
Harry's jaw tightened. Wimbisch didn't have anything to worry about; Harry would kill Malfoy long before the trial came to pass.
Harry spent the remainder of the night sleeping slumped over at the table. As a result, he was stiff and sore and out of sorts. Malfoy, on the other hand, was a full of good cheer. Harry longed to throttle him. Instead, he brewed some Earl Grey and sipped it, hoping the tea would keep him alert and focused. There was still the danger that their safe house could be compromised.
After they'd eaten breakfast, Malfoy tried to engage Harry. "Would you like to play chess?"
"No."
"Poker?"
"No."
"Shag?"
"What?! No!"
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "I wanted to see if you were paying attention," he said. "Although the prospect of sex does have its merits-"
"We are not having sex, Malfoy."
"Well, not at this moment, we're not," Malfoy responded with an infuriating smirk.
Harry crossed his arms and glowered.
"Oh, alright," Malfoy said, loosing a gusty sigh. "Don't get a kink in your cock. I'll try to finish reading my book. We're only stuck here for another few hours, yeah?"
Once the summons came to return to the Ministry with Malfoy, Harry quickly packed his things. He told himself he was relieved, and not disappointed, that he would no longer be holed up with Malfoy in such close quarters.
Harry stayed beside Malfoy from the time they left the cottage, back to London and to the Ministry, and all through Malfoy's testimony at Wimbisch's hearing. It was Malfoy who played the largest role in securing a guilty verdict against Wimbisch. The witch was well aware of it, too, judging from the curses she shrieked at Malfoy as she was led away.
Harry finally allowed himself to relax. However, he followed Malfoy closely when they exited the chamber where the hearing was held. Harry had fully expected an attack by Wimbisch's minions, and it almost bothered him that things had been quiet all through the hearing. Therefore, Harry wasn't really surprised when someone pushed to the front of the crowd and cast an Unforgivable at Malfoy.
Harry lunged at Malfoy, tackling him to the ground as he fired off a hasty Shielding charm.
During the ensuing panic and scuffle, Harry was keenly aware of the heat of Malfoy's body beneath him, the frantic hammering of both of their hearts, and even how good Malfoy smelled. All of those sensations, combined with the excitement of the moment, caused Harry to get hard. His mortification doubled when Malfoy caught his eye and winked.
"At least buy me dinner before you molest me in public, Potter."
Harry scrambled off of Malfoy, grateful that his official robes hid his indiscretion.
Malfoy remained where he'd fallen. He raised a brow and a hand in Harry's direction.
Harry bit back a snarky retort and took Malfoy's hand, hauling him to his feet. Malfoy used the motion as an excuse to stumble against Harry and get in a sly rub or two before stepping back.
"Thank you for saving my life, Auror Potter," Malfoy said. "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow evening to express my gratitude."
Harry's ears got hot. Malfoy knew they had an audience, and he didn't think Harry would decline such a generous offer in front of their salacious onlookers. He had another think coming.
"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry began, "but I-"
A large hand clapped down on Harry's shoulder. "Brilliant job, Auror Potter," boomed Kingsley. "Your constant vigilance is an asset to the DMLE. Malfoy, are you alright?"
"I certainly am," Malfoy replied. "Thanks to Auror Potter here. He has graciously agreed to have dinner with me tomorrow evening, so that I may thank him properly."
"Excellent!" Kingsley agreed, clapping Harry's shoulder once more. "You lads enjoy yourselves. Merlin knows you deserve it. Malfoy, thank you for your courageous testimony. Harry, I'll see you later."
As Kingsley lumbered away and the rest of the crowd dispersed, Harry stood his ground and glared Malfoy down. "You, you...Slytherin," Harry hissed. He stoically ignored the fact that his cock was still hard and aching.
Malfoy snickered in the face of Harry's wrath. "Buck up, Potter," he said. "We'll have dinner, drink some wine, and if you're in the mood for it, we'll go back to mine and shag like mad, okay?"
Harry's pupils had grown larger with each word out of Malfoy's mouth. "Okay," he breathed. "That is, I mean..."
"Splendid!" Malfoy cut in. "I'll collect you tomorrow evening at eight." With an airy wave, he turned and strode away, getting lost among those who were still lingering.
Harry watched him go, feeling irritated, relieved, gobsmacked, and bereft all at once. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at the ceiling. "I am so fucked," Harry muttered to himself.
In more ways than one.
Holed Up 2
Cross-posted to hd_cliche