spellbound heart

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

Author: Raven_WritingDesk

Summary:

Seeing Draco dressed up for Ministry meetings does things to Harry. He can't help himself. Draco, being the attentive lover that he is, gives him what he wants.

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The time is 8:58 in the morning and Harry sits at a long table in a conference room at the Ministry. Kingsley Shacklebolt, their Minister for Magic of two years, had called a meeting of a select few members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement: Kingsley himself, Harry, Ron, and another pair of Aurors. And Draco, who is standing at the head of the table, leafing through a file. The rest of them have matching files in front of them.

Draco glances at his watch, and determines it time to begin.

"If you would all open your case files to the first page, we can begin."

A small shiver goes through Harry at Dracos confident tone. Dressed in a well fitted, all black suit, combined with his height and demeanor, he takes complete command of the room. There was something about the combination of all of these that made Harry hot under his collar. His eyes roamed Draco's form hungrily; his long, slender form held a level of grace Harry had never been able to attain, but was still strong as Harry knew from experience.

Experience such as the power behind Draco's hand raining blows down on Harry's arse, of Draco holding Harry's wrists above his head while he fucked him. Harry also knew from watching Draco walk to the Floo at Grimmauld Place that morning that the pants Draco wore, while not tight, accentuated his arse beautifully.

These thoughts served to distract Harry from the words falling from his lover's lips as he walked the group through a rash of cursings that had occured.

"Potter."

Harry snaps back to reality. Draco leans his knuckles on the tabletop, silver gaze aimed at Harry. The corner of his mouth, as well as a perfectly sculpted brow, twitch imperceptibly to anyone but Harry. He knew Draco would see the dilation of his pupils.

Draco insisted on them calling each other by their surnames while at work. It's basic professionalism, Harry he'd said, Plus, I don't need our colleagues reminded that we're fucking every time I refer to only you by first name. Harry had blushed furiously at Draco's casual tone.

"I'm will need you and Weasley to accompany me into the residence and watch my back while I unravel the curses that will no doubt be superfluous in number. Rhodes and Blunt," his eyes leave Harry, "If you would remain outside to secure the perimeter and be on stand-by if it turns out to be an ambush." The two Aurors nod easily; they know that even though Draco is not an Auror, he is the most skilled Cursebreaker at the Ministry and this is his mission.

Being forced to take the Mark was the worst moment of his life, Draco had told Harry, but strangely enough it's dark magic allowed him better access to the magic that made up the fabric of curses. Like calls to like, he shrugged, the curse's magic doesn't see me as a threat.

These curses, like the ones this case is centered around, can be some of the more destructive ones the DMLE had seen since Voldemort's defeat several years earlier. And not destructive of property, but of human life; flesh melting from bone as the victims passed through cursed passages being a less graphic example. Their purpose was simple: terrify the masses and upset the peace that had become the new norm.

Aurors had located a house where they believed the perpetrators of these atrocities were located. There was one problem: unless they wished to perish horribly, the Aurors couldn't infiltrate it on their own. That's why Draco would be leading their raid in two days time.