Title: Barter System
Summary: Draco has information Harry needs. Just how far is he willing to go for it?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Slight spanking, wrestling, oral sex
Epilogue compliant? NO! EWE for sure! 5 years after the war – Harry and Draco are both single.
Word Count: 2,262
Author's Notes: I don’t generally write plot, but I tried to add in a bit, and also to get some of your kinks in there. I hope you enjoy!! Happy Holidays chyldofeternity!!
Harry sighed as he pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose against the headache gathering behind his tired eyes. He seemed to get them more often since leaving his peaceful teaching job at Hogwarts to help track the most wanted Wizard in the world – Selwynn Anscom. He had always thought he would become an Auror; there was so much that appealed to him in those days. But after the months of searching for Voldemort, and the war, he had discovered that teaching students about Defense Against the Dark Arts was a much better use of his knowledge. He had always wished that his other teachers, besides Lupin, would have been more helpful and he was grateful he was able to do it now.
Yet, something had drawn him to helping the Auror office with this case, even more than just Ron asking for his help. Frustratingly, he didn’t know what it was! That was what plagued him, late at night, after everyone else had gone home, sitting in his small office, with worsening headaches. He couldn’t figure it out and it compelled him to help. ‘I don’t know how much longer I can take this,’ he thought, opening his eyes.
He gasped when his eyes met slashing silver. The corresponding smirk was undeniable, especially to Harry.
Draco Malfoy stood casually, leaning against the open door frame. Malfoy had taken a job in Quidditch – Ludo Bagman’s old job in the Department of Games and Sports. Harry hadn’t seen him but a handful of times in the 5 years since that fateful night in the Room of Requirement.
He looked much better now, changed from the shrunken, terrified face Harry had seen in the fire. He was bigger, as well, without the scrawniness of adolescence and after working tirelessly with Quidditch every day. Draco had become much more toned, though still remained sleek. Harry wondered if the Hogwarts Quidditch coach could still beat the Quidditch department head, or if things had changed since their school hood rivalry. He doubted it. Harry still received regular offers to play for Quidditch teams all over the world.
Malfoy wore his hair longer now, and tended to tie it in a ponytail at the base of his neck. He stood about six foot - three inches taller then Harry. But had never lost his taste for expensive things – particularly suits and robes - it was the one part of his father that he had never managed to overcome. Though honestly, Harry loved watching Draco move gracefully in them, and loved the way they moved over his strong body.
Harry suddenly realized that not only had he missed Malfoy talking, he had been found out with his staring.
“Enjoying the view, Potter?” Malfoy asked, his tenor voice jeering. “I know you generally have only Weasley and Granger to look at, but you have seen me before,” he said, pushing off the frame and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.
Harry scowled at Malfoy and was pleased to find he hadn’t lost the talent of it after the infrequency of seeing the other man. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry asked as angrily as he could. It sounded more exhausted than anything.
“It’s not what I want, Potter. It’s what you want,” Malfoy riddled, walking over and leaning against the edge of the desk, staring down at Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow at the cryptic response.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Harry growled. Only Malfoy could get him this annoyed in just three sentences.
“I have information you want,” Malfoy said in a tone that would be used for a confused four-year-old. Harry glared.
“Information on what?” Harry asked, interested fully, but trying to sound as bored as possible.
“Tsk tsk, Potter.” Malfoy laughed. “When have you ever known me to do anything without getting something for myself in return?”
Harry gnashed his teeth together in frustration. “Information on what, Malfoy?” He insisted.
Malfoy smiled, obviously enjoying the reaction he was getting from Harry. “On your little file there.” Malfoy pointed to the folder with the information on Selwynn Anscom. Harry’s eyes widened.
“What could you know about it, Malfoy?” Harry exclaimed.
“I want your payment, first,” Malfoy replied, coolly.
“No way!” Harry said sternly. “How do I even know you know anything? You’ve always been a liar. Why the hell should I trust you now?” Harry retorted.
“Because you have no other options. You’ve run out of ideas.”
“How the hell do you know…?” Harry began to ask.
“I still have many connections, Potter, which is part of why you should believe what I say and that I actually have some information of use. And don’t worry, Potter, the fee I ask won’t cost the Ministry anything.” His words were lighthearted, until he whispered darkly, “ It will be a personal payment from you.”
Harry moved to get his wallet out of his back pocket when Malfoy motioned for him to stop. “No, not that kind of payment…”
“Then, what is it you want?” Harry asked cautiously. It was true Malfoy didn’t need money; he had inherited his family’s fortune and manor, but Harry couldn’t think of what else Malfoy might want from him.
“I have a question, Potter, and how you answer will determine if I tell you the information I have. An answer for an answer. Though, of course, you must answer truthfully,” Malfoy said. Harry watched him carefully - it was too easy.
“All right. Fire away,” Harry said, though he knew there must be more to it.
Malfoy was still serious as he looked down at Harry, his gaze steady and determined. “Harry,” Malfoy started, and the sound of his name on Malfoy’s lips sent shivers down his spine. Harry could count on one hand the number of times Malfoy had called him by his first name; it shook him every time. “Do you want me?”
“What?!” Harry asked, completely taken aback. How the hell could Malfoy know!?
“Just answer the question,” he said, his gaze locked to Harry’s, waiting.
He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows, Harry thought. What should I do? I could lie, protect my secret, and risk not getting the information; though I’m pretty sure Malfoy already knows the truth. Or I could tell the truth, get the secret I’ve harbored since sixth year off my chest, and get the info Malfoy has about my case. Though he could use it against me…
He sighed. “Yes, Draco. I want you. I’ve wanted you since our sixth year,” Harry whispered, trying to sound as detached as possible. A slow smile slid across Draco’s face and Harry was shocked when it actually reached his eyes.
Harry gasped when Malfoy moved toward him, and before he knew what was happening, soft, yet demanding lips were pressing against his own. Draco Malfoy was kissing him!
Harry had only been with three people since his breakup with Ginny two years ago, and only one of them had been a man. But even still, there was something incredibly unique about Malfoy, as there always had been. Harry went pliant beneath the kisses, as the blonde buried his hands in his disheveled black hair. A small moan escaped Harry wantonly when Malfoy’s tongue swept across his lips. He felt the other man’s chuckle through his body.
“Draco,” Harry whispered breathlessly. “I thought you hated me…”
“Obviously not,” he responded and kissed Harry again. Harry barely understood what was happening, but had no intention of ruining this moment. He had been dreaming of this day for seven years. He kissed Draco back, and it was the most incredible feeling, like a great pressure had been lifted off him. Their kisses deepened and Harry stood so Draco wouldn’t have to slouch over. Their hands were all over each other, groping, exploring. Harry’s body was on fire. Draco’s fingers were experts moving over his skin.
Then Draco was removing Harry’s robes and unbuttoning his shirt, giving him access to bare skin. Harry followed suit, removing Draco’s clothes, reveling in the way his torso looked exposed. They touched for a few minutes before moving their hands down to unzip each others trousers.
Harry couldn’t believe what was happening and the unexpected aspect of it just made it all that more exciting. By the time they were both naked, Harry was as hard as a rock. It was obvious Draco had more experience in male on male intimacy, but Harry wasn’t about to surrender to the other man. The two of them fought for dominance, pushing each other onto the desk, and eventually onto the floor, until it looked like a wrestling match, but they didn’t stop kissing and their hands never stopped exploring. They were out of breath when Harry finally managed to get Draco face down on the white shag carpet, hips slightly in the air.
Gently, he ran his fingers down Draco’s spine, loving the way his back arched in anticipation before Harry’s hand came to rest on his perfect bubble butt. Harry smiled and then smacked it, hard. Draco grunted and a red shine appeared. He grinned and leaned over to follow the line he had just made, only this time with his tongue and hot breath. Draco panted. It was a delicious sound. He had heard it when they raced toward the Snitch, or flung curses at each other, but it was different in the heat of passion. Harry smiled as he readied both of them with some magicked lube, until Draco was moaning and Harry wasn’t sure how much longer he could postpone.
He slid on a condom before slowly entering Draco and gasping at the intense pleasure of it. Draco was tight and ready and his hips pushed back against Harry’s as he entered. Harry bit his lip and pulled back before pushing forward again; his hands dug into Draco’s hipbones. Quickly, they built up a pace together, moving against each other with a fierceness meant to outdo the other.
As they moved, Harry shifted one of his hands around Draco’s narrow hips and began to slide his fingers along the excited shaft. Draco cried out, his own fingers digging into the carpet. They moved together, as fiercely as they had on any Quidditch field, or during any fight, and Harry didn’t care anymore who won.
Harry came, crying out Draco’s name. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Draco rolled over onto his back, pushing Harry off of him. They kissed briefly before Draco’s fingers, tangled in his messy hair, encouraged Harry to travel down and finish him off.
He kissed his way down the pale skin, breaking for a moment to nibble at two rosy nipples and then again, to sweep his tongue along the sensitive area where leg and pelvis met. Draco gasped and tugged a bit on Harry’s hair. He smiled before running his tongue the entirety of Draco’s length. Draco gasped and his head arched back in ecstasy. Harry did everything he could think of with his tongue and fingers.
Taking the thick member fully into his mouth, he savored in the firm pressure, taking it as deeply as he could. His fingers stroked Draco’s balls, following a pattern he enjoyed on himself. Whenever Draco moaned or squirmed with pleasure, Harry did the move again, meticulously slow, watching the way Draco’s eyes closed and he bit his lip. He complied when Draco’s fingers tightened in his hair, and when he got close to finishing Draco began to force Harry to take him deeper, until finally he came in Harry’s mouth, a deep guttural growl escaping his pale lips.
Breathless, Harry moved up to where Draco lay, and laid down beside him, staring up at the white ceiling.
“He’s a Death Eater, Harry. All of us thought he was low on the totem – that he hardly meant anything. But it turns out he was one of the Dark Lord’s favorites,” Draco whispered after a few minutes. “If you want to find him, I suggest going about it through the others you have in Azkaban; they should know something, especially if he’s planning on recruiting. Or even worse – planning a mass breakout like the last one.”
Harry stared wide-eyed up at Draco. “Are you serious?!” Harry asked.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Draco sighed. “I had no idea about it at the time. I don’t think anyone did. He was pretty much always in the background. I guess the Dark Lord was giving him assignments in private, ones not even Severus knew about.” Harry was shocked. He’d never even heard of Selwynn! Harry had to admit, it was a good plan, keeping one Death Eater on the down low, one no one would expect. It must be that he was seeking to carry out his Masters’ previous plan in controlling the Ministry.
“How do you know this?” Harry asked.
“Like I said, I still have many connections Potter. Don’t worry, I’m not acting as a double agent or anything,” he clarified when he saw the look on Harry’s face.
Draco smiled before getting to his feet. “It’s late. I should get going,” he said, starting for his clothes. Harry stood and walked over to his desk, nodding slowly, not even realizing he was pouting. Draco chuckled. “Don’t worry, lover,” he whispered in Harry’s ear after pulling on his shirt. “Maybe tomorrow night I’ll have some more information that you can barter for.” He kissed him once, smiled, and walked out the door.