Title: Legs of Distraction (Or How Draco Got Promoted Three and A Half Separate Times)
Author: olimakiella
Written for naturegirlrocks in the hd_relief for Japan, 2011
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Ron, Hermione, Seamus
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Also any brand names mentioned here do not belong to me.
Warning(s): There's a smidgen of violence, and quite a bit of smut
Word Count: 6,276/12,437
Summary:Harry gives us his version of how Draco re-entered his life.

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Present

Harry held Draco tighter to him as he fell back into his office chair, the gravity of his action driving him into Draco harder than before. A loud gasp sounded in his ears as the blond froze in shock, his legs tightening to the side of him and his mouth hanging open as he bent his head forward. Harry leaned forward and saw Draco's eyes watching him, begging, Harry thought, for some kind of mercy on his part. Reaching inside of the blond's robes to feel the intense heat of his skin, Harry pulled him closer, if it were possible, and helped Draco lift himself clear off the spot that was making him unable to speak. Once he was, his voice box kicked in, allowing him to form some version of words, though they made no sense. Harry tilted his head up to catch them, swallow them down. "That's it," Harry groaned into Draco's mouth as Draco tightened around him on his descent.

The tinkling of a bell made Harry look up.

Draco took hold of the top of Harry's high-back desk chair. He rested his forehead against Harry's temple. "Your two o'clock must be here. She said-" A gasp punctuated his speech "-she's from Sports and Utilities." Draco shut his eyes tight and had to stop talking as Harry's cock dragged across his prostate once more. He moved back to get some air, his hands finding purchase in a single sheet from the newspaper Harry'd swiped off not half an hour before "Fucking Quidditch World Cup security contract." He'd said it with difficulty, but he'd made sure he said it nonetheless, his hand scrunching up the paper in his fist.

Harry smiled. That was his trusty assistant, always had his mind on the job. Perhaps it was time to change that. He took the newspaper Draco had fisted in his hand made him let it go, throwing it into the rubbish bin by his desk.

One Year Ten Months Ago

Draco frowned at the sound the heavy missile made as it hit the rubbish bin. Harry walked past the kitchen. "Hey," Draco said testing the waters.

Harry collapsed on the couch in the living room and covered his face with his hands. "Hey."

Okay, not so bad. Angling his head past the book of charms he'd been poring over, so he could see the newspaper clearly, Draco frowned. "Bad day?" he asked, looking up at the brunet who hadn't moved since he sat down. He turned down the rice boiling on the stove and chanted the charm he'd need to keep it from burning. He referenced back to the book to make sure he'd done it right. Satisfied, he moved into the living room and sat down on the coffee table in front of the Head Auror. He slapped him sideways on the knee. "Hey."

Harry moved his hands and glanced at him through his fingers.

"Bad day?" he reiterated. Their rapport since he'd been officially employed nine weeks ago had gotten much better,once Draco stopped trying to manipulate a better living situation for himself (and since he started wearing pants in the house).

Harry groaned and covered himself back up, this time pulling up his hood until it comically covered his whole head. "I want to die, and retire, and never go back to work again."

"In that order?" Draco asked. Harry just scoffed and remained silent. Draco narrowed his eyes and slapped him again, harder.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed rubbing the side of his knee. His glare went unseen, though, since the hood still ridiculously covered his head.

Draco was unmoved. Now that he had permanent employment, he'd shed the nerves. "Hey yourself. What happened?" He crossed his arms.

Harry pulled back his hood. "It's too much work. I don't know how Kingsley did it. Paperwork up to my balls, meetings every day. I don't know how he did all of that and had time to sleep, especially with all the background stuff."

"Background stuff?" Draco asked.

Harry was waving it off like it didn't matter. "Non-Auror stuff that still has to do with Auroring."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Auroring?" He was smiling. "Now I know you're tired," he laughed. He ignored Harry's 'shut up' and sobered. "It sounds like you're doing it all on your own, don't you have a secretary?" he inquired.

Harry shook his head. "I wish." He heaved a sigh. "There isn't enough in the budget for a secretary for my position anyway." He moaned and threw his head back against the cushions. "I have to do research. How shitty is that? I already asked Hermione to help but she's got her own problems in her department as it is. I can't ask her to keep up with my work too."

Draco wasn't particularly bothered, but felt he should ask anyway for the sake of keeping the peace. "What about Weasley?"

Harry looked at him, like he was wondering why he was asking, but he answered anyway shaking his head. "He's an Auror in the field. He wouldn't know any of these things anyway."

"What things?" He remembered what he said earlier. "Wait, you have to do research? On what?"

Harry snorted. "Bloody diplomats coming in for the Wizard's Conglomerate." He sighed. "Security has to be outlined, as well as scheduled. There's one of them from Russia coming in soon. No idea when though."

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Are you talking about Nicolai Peski?" he asked. He sat up, looking over the counters to the kitchen. His eyes narrowed at the hiss from the stove and he got up.

Harry looked up at him as he began walking away. "Yeah," he said slowly. "How did you know that?"

Draco turned off the stove and crouched down to look for a colander in the bottom cupboard. "His daughter's birthday is coming up, he's supposed to bring her to a rendition of Les Misérables for her eighteenth. Nice girl. Pretty. Should be here by the twenty-eighth." He used his wand to pour the hot rice over the colander in the sink. This whole cooking thing is a lot easier after practice, he thought to himself. When he levitated the colander to sit in the pot on the stove again, he turned and jumped to see Harry standing right next to him. "What?"

"How did you know all that?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "It was in the newspaper."

Harry looked down to the newspaper that was still in the bin. The headline screamed 'FOREIGN DIPLOMATS TRAVEL TO 75TH WIZARDING CONGLOMERATE.' "I scoured that newspaper for a date. I didn't find one. You haven't even picked it up." His gaze rose to the blond once more.

Draco frowned. Harry sounded suspicious. "Not that one. It must have been-" He thought back "-I don't know, two months ago? It was in the society pages." At Harry's confused frown, he cocked an eyebrow as he took out two plates. "I did sometimes read the newspapers I slept on, you know." He placed the two plates in the microwave. "Your bath is ready. Hurry up."

Harry dumbly walked toward the bathroom before stopping. He turned to face the blond. "Draco-" He paused. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything." He took another pause as an idea struck him. He walked back to the kitchen. Draco was watching him puzzled.

"If you don't hurry up your bath will get c-" Harry stopped him with a hand on his mouth.

"Fuck the bath – listen." He ignored Draco's indignant look and continued. "I have a proposition for you."

Present

He'd never made such a good decision before. Well, he thought, as he sank into his assistant's tight arse again and again, maybe I have since. The tinkling was coming faster now. Obviously his two o'clock, now his two-fifteen, was getting restless. Frankly, Harry couldn't care less, not when he had such a glorious sight before him. Draco laid back to rest his shoulders on the desk, his back arching impossibly as he undulated on his cock. He looked a little out of his mind with his hands in his hair like that. He'd have a hell of a time trying to comb it out later. Harry couldn't take his eyes away.

"Re-res-fuck reschedule," Draco was murmuring in a low voice. His right hand suddenly moving from his wet forehead to reach toward the four-tier trays Harry had perched on the corner of the desk. The only reason it had stayed put was because Draco had cemented it there with a sticking spell some time ago. His hand moved back and forth, toward and away as Harry thrust into him, but he was determined to reach it. "Fuck, Harry stop." His breathless voice, though winded, was resolute and Harry did stop. Draco finally sat up and stretched for the trays taking out a blank sheet of parchment before uselessly searching for a quill on the otherwise empty desk. Everything else lay on the floor and all of it was out of reach. His wand was there too. "Shit."

"What?" Harry asked and rolled his lips into his mouth in amusement. Draco narrowed his eyes at him. He spotted a lone quill on the ground behind him by Harry's feet. Leaving the paper on the desk, he bent until his fingers brushed the feather of it. He startled when Harry moved the chair, sighing, and opened his drawer, withdrawing a quill and inkpot. Draco took them silently and began to write, despite the slight tremors in his hands and his quickened breathing. Harry watched as his hair fell forward over his eyes, taking his hands to brush it back behind his ear. He couldn't wait until Draco saw it in the mirror. Draco looked up at him as his left hand wrote, his eyes narrowing playfully as he flashed him a small smile. He finished with a full stop and then wrote Harry's name in full block capitals. He tugged out Harry's drawer again looking for a straight edge. He found an old Christmas card and held it up, shaking his head at his boss, before using it to draw a line over his name. He held out the quill. "Sign here," he instructed.

Harry read over the words, not deigning to remove his hand from Draco's thigh. "and what emergency have I been called away to?" he asked mildy.

Draco swatted him upside the head and held out the quill again. Harry sighed and finally took it, signing his name and crossing his Ts with a flourish. Draco cocked an eyebrow at him before rolling his eyes. Harry retaliated with a shift of his hips that had the blond pausing and glaring at him. Harry watched him in wonder. Was this the same man who'd just been speechless with desire not two minutes ago? Draco reached behind him to another drawer and took out the blue self-melting wax stick. It began to ooze once it touched the parchment Draco had just rolled. Dropping it back into the drawer, he took Harry's hand off his other thigh and pressed the Head of Department ring on his middle finger into the wax. He waited, watching as it hardened and sealed. "Send it outside. She's still standing at my desk." When Harry just stared at him, he sighed impatiently. "If you send her a handwritten apology she is less likely to kick up a fuss and demand where you were when you were supposed to be at your desk on duty," he explained slowly as if he were talking to a four year old. "Me too, actually."

Harry coaxed him closer. "It's not like your position is in danger. You're not on the ministry payroll, you're on mine." His hands resettled on Draco's hips, leaning forward for a kiss, but he was rebuffed when Draco turned away, still holding out the parchment in his hand. Harry took the damn roll and, using his wand in his drawer, sent it outside.

"You'll thank me."

Harry knew he would, that's what made it so irritating. He could learn a thing or two from Draco. Slytherins knew how to manipulate people for their own gain. Harry was more of a risk taker, letting what would come when it happened. He was always like that. But Draco, after learning not to use his powers on his boss, used them for the greater good - ensuring his boss stayed out of trouble. It was okay, since, essentially, that's what Harry paid him for: making sure Harry didn't get any negative feedback that would bite him in the arse. Not even from his personnel. He liked that the most about his assistant. He always had his back, even when he didn't know it.

One Year and Four Months Ago

"Hey Malfoy."

Draco looked up from his desk. It was rounded at one side and stopped in front of Harry's door on the other. He'd set up a ward there to stop people from walking straight past him. He loved the looks on their faces when they thought they'd bested him. It was priceless.

There was a pause. "I like what you've done to your hair. The short cut's different."

"Thank you Finnegan." He only wished he could get a reaction like that from Harry. The bastard hadn't even said anything about it, unless one counted the stony face and tone he'd taken up since. He put down his quill. "Here to see Harry?" When it came to personnel, Draco always stopped to listen. He'd been there for six months now and the crew of Aurors had gotten used to seeing his face every day. It helped that he came in with Harry every morning and that Weasley had known about it ahead of time. He winced remembering the day the red-head had just flooed in to see the current residents eating dinner like nothing was wrong.

What utter chaos that had been.

Seamus looked sheepish. "Yeah, I er, just wanted a talk if he has some spare time."

"Oh sure. Can I ask what it's about or is it private?"

"Well, it's kind of private but I – um, my wife... she's ill and I need some more time off, you know?" Draco was well aware of Seamus' wife being ill. Some kind of affliction from the war that never went away. It had gotten worse in recent months and Finnegan took time off every month to look after her; he couldn't afford daily care every day.

"How is she? Is there any..." The sad look on his face told him everything he needed to know. "Okay," he said softly. He searched through his drawer of copied personnel files he kept and went through the leave forms under Finnegan's file. "Oh. You've used up all your time." He looked up to see Finnegan fidgeting.

"That's kind of why need to talk to Harry. I need to see if he can get me any more time off. Special circumstances and all." Draco nodded, already knowing how that conversation would go. Harry was in a serious bad mood lately, though no one had any idea why. Not even cornering the brunet at home got him anywhere.

"Look, Harry really can't do anything about getting you more leave because it isn't him that authorises it, but Human Resource, yeah?"

"But-"

Draco put up his finger and made a serious face. "Hey! Let me finish." Finnegan looked upset but amused. He nodded for Draco to continue. Draco stood up and undid the ward before locking his desk. "Sit here," he said rifling through the last unlocked drawer he had and taking out a leave of absence form. As Seamus crossed the ward, Draco put it back up again. While the Irishman sat down, Draco began filling out the form. Seamus frowned when he saw Draco was putting Seamus' name on it. He opened his mouth to speak when Draco pointed his finger again. He gave a small grin and settled back down. "Good boy. See? Gryffindors can be trained." He looked around the department. "Tell anyone I did this and you are dead, hear me?" He got a nod. "Good, now keep an eye out and make sure no one disrupts me." He stood straight and walked into Harry's office.

Harry looked up, sighing when he saw Draco walk in. His eyes moving from the blond's face to his hair and back again. His jaw clenched but he let it go reading through the reports he'd just received from last week's stakeout.

Draco sat down in the chair across from him. Harry frowned when Draco didn't start talking. Looking up, he gestured and said, "What?"

Draco put on a surprised look and said, "Oh, were you finished already? I was waiting in case you wanted to rip off my head too."

Harry put down his quill and heaved a heavy breath. "Draco."

"I need a leave of absence."

Harry's gaze snapped to him immediately. "What." It was flat and hardly sounded like a question.

Draco leaned forward and gave him the form. "I've already filled it out. There are sixteen days I'm allowed every six months. I want to start on Saturday – three weekends, two weeks. That's ten days."

Harry looked from him to the form. "Draco, this has Seamus' name on it." He glanced at the blond. "Is this some sort of joke?"

Draco sat forward. "Not at all. You see I'm so generous, we're switching places and I'm giving Seamus my days. I always wanted to be an Auror, I think I'll try it out for ten days, see what happens."

Harry looked like the world was put on his shoulders. "Draco, you're not even on the ministry's payroll."

"No, I'm on yours." Draco glared at him. "What is your problem? You have a friend out there, whose wife is dying." He got up to storm out walking across the dark blue carpet like an avenging angel. As his hand hit the door handle, he heard a sigh before Harry stopped him.

"Draco, wait." He did stop but he didn't turn around. "I can't look the other way if he wants to take more leave." Draco turned to look at him, conveying in his expression that if that's what he wanted to tell him, he shouldn't have bothered talking. "I can't... but-" He rubbed his forehead in thought. "If he can get her into the hospital before next week Monday-" He pulled the leave form toward him, and circled a check-box before signing the bottom. "If he can do that, the form may just hold." He held it up for him and shook it when Draco didn't move. Draco crossed the room and took the form stopping only when Harry kept hold of it. "I'm not making any promises but if push comes to shove, I'll fight for him." Draco nodded. He frowned when Harry still wouldn't let it go.

"What?" he asked unnerved by the way the brunet stared at him. He'd been doing that a lot lately.

Harry shook his head and let the form go. "Doesn't matter."

Draco took the form and went outside. Seamus stood up when Draco came out.

"Well?" He seemed nervous.

"Can you get your wife into a hospital before Monday? Is she sick enough for that?"

"I-" He wanted to say no, but he knew that it wasn't the truth. Not able to say it, he just nodded.

Draco swallowed. "Okay then. The rosters for the month come out tomorrow. I'll get Christian to put you on Shift Team A, they have the next three weekends off. You can get ten weekdays, starting next week. I'll file this on Monday when you call in to say you can't come in." He held up the form for Seamus to see. The type of leave circled was other and under it Harry had written Emergency. "And you will call in on Monday to say you can't come in," he instructed.

"Emergenc..." He looked up to see Draco smiling at him. "Oh, Merlin, thank you." He pulled Draco into a hug. "Slytherin or not, I'm so grateful."

Draco shook his head. "Don't thank me, thank your boss."

"Hey Draco-" Harry paused seeing his assistant being hugged by one of his personnel, he didn't even feel his quill snap.

Seamus turned around, letting Draco go in the process. "Harry! Harry, mate, I knew we didn't do wrong when we nominated you for the job." Harry was subjected to a hug before the Irishman rushed back to his cubicle.

"Was there something you wanted, Harry?" Harry totally forgot what it was he wanted upon seeing Draco in Seamus' arms. Christ, seriously? He couldn't believe it. "Um, a quill. I snapped mine."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You and your temper. You really need to tell me what's bothering you." He handed him a new quill from the box of ten he had in his desk drawer.

Harry took it thanking him and he turned around. Besides the atrocity you did to your hair and my apparent new found want of you? Not bloody likely. He shut the door behind him and hung his head. Fuck. And I have to live with you. This is not fair.

Present

Draco moaned and tightened like a vice as a warning sign to Harry, who, once again, had him laid out on the table like a delicacy. He sped up his thrusts to go deeper, faster, still torturing Draco beneath him. Draco's breath hitched at each thrust, but his legs were too tired to hold up anymore. Harry pulled him up, eyeing the pale flesh that came into view when the robe fell from his right shoulder. Harry licked and sucked over the sensitive skin, from shoulder to neck, feeling the vibrations of the hum Draco gave him in reward. He loved that sound.

Hands moulding to the skin of his legs, the legs he could never take his eyes from, he locked his left hand under Draco's right knee and pulled it upward, angling to the left, before thrusting his way home. Draco's arms, hooked around Harry's naked shoulders, the Head Auror's robe long gone, tightened as Harry leaned them to the side. It all became too much for Draco, though, and he shuddered and came, his release spurting between them. Harry groaned as the tight channel he was currently pounding into became even tighter and burrowed himself into his favourite place by the juncture of Draco's neck where it met his shoulder. He sunk his teeth in, bracing himself for his orgasm as it took him over, but he cried out anyway through his release, not stopping the movement of his hips until he was completely drained. God but he loved this man. He only wished he hadn't waited so long to tell him.

Eleven Months Ago

Those legs. They'd be the death of him, he was sure.

Harry found him on his couch. He'd come home late, much later than he liked, and gone straight into the bathroom after seeing him there. Draco had come home ages before. He vaguely remembered being asked what he wanted for dinner, before the blond disappeared in the floo. He could smell the dinner his housekeeper-come-Personal Assistant had made for him and, even now, faded as the scent was, it made his mouth water.

Everything he did made his mouth water, from filing a report down to running his bath and falling asleep on his couch.

Over a year now he'd been living with him and still everything the blond did made him crazy. Just the other day Draco had scolded him for using a Dilapidus charm, because it never gave him a close enough shave and he was sure to have a five o'clock shadow by the end of the day. He'd then been scolded for having a proper blade locked away in a cupboard just because he didn't know how to use it. Teddy had given him that one Christmas, likely with financial help from his grandmother, but still... it was the thought that counted. And the way Draco had straddled him in the bathroom, to get as close as possible to shave him, had him wishing he could think of damn near anything else. Harry never thought he'd need that image of Dudley, when he'd accidentally walked in on him naked as a child, but he thanked God he had it then.

"Draco" he said quietly nudging the sleeping man. "You can't stay out here, you'll catch a cold." Draco didn't do anything except turn over, taking most of the quilt with him and showing once again he wasn't wearing anything on his legs. Harry stepped back as if he'd been burned. Four months ago he'd realised why he found Draco's legs so distracting, why he hated any man that came near him.

Why everything he did made Harry crazy.

Harry took a deep breath and did the same thing he'd been trying to do since he realised. The only thing he could do to survive living with the man. He buried it. "Draco," he came forward to shake him again, maybe this time a little too hard because Draco woke up immediately frowning at him.

The blond brushed back the hair that had covered his face and squinted in the light. Harry remembered Draco cornering him, asking why he didn't have the balls to tell him he didn't like his haircut a couple months ago and why he had to find out from Weasley of all people. Even though he'd been angry at Ron for letting it spill, he was glad Draco was letting it grow back. "Fuck, Harry, what? I'm tired."

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep out here." Harry sat on the coffee table. He'd get up in a moment and go straight in his bed. He was knackered.

"Have you eaten?" He looked up to see Draco staring at him. Harry knew Draco had a sixth sense for him lying so he shook his head. "Honestly, Harry, what do you keep me for, if you don't eat?" It was a joke, and rhetorical, he knew that.

Harry smiled tiredly in response anyway, he knew exactly what he kept Draco around for and it wasn't to cook his meals. Not anymore.

"What?" Draco asked him, his voice suddenly sharp.

Harry looked up again, fear inch-by-inch filling him with adrenaline, waking him up. "Nothing." Fuck. Had he said that out loud? Shit, please don't let me have said that out loud. He stood up. "I'll have some of what you made, what is it – soup?" He moved to the kitchen and checked in the pot on the stove lifting the lid. "Oh. It is soup. Cool."

The lid was suddenly taken from his grip and slammed down onto the pot.

"You're lying to me." Draco was standing next to him, angry and still wearing nothing on his legs. Harry's eyes gravitated down and he turned away to sit at the island. Avert your eyes, Harry, avert them. Good, yes, just like that.

"Oh? What am I lying about now?" He rested his head on his arms. Even better, now you can't see anything.

"Look at me, Harry."

Oh no, you devilman, I know better than to fall for that trick.

Then, Draco changed tactics. "Tell me why my legs are so distracting to you, Harry."

Silence.

"What?" came Harry's muffled reply.

"The first time I cooked for you, you told me that I had to wear a pair of pants in the house because my legs were distracting."

Harry couldn't see what Draco was doing, but there was still silence and he ached to find out where the blond was. Turning his head to look in the direction he last heard his voice, Harry opened his eyes and jumped up when he saw Draco so close. The blond sat on the other stool and leaned on the island next to him propping his head on his hand just waiting for Harry to turn.

Draco narrowed his eyes keenly, taking in Harry's reaction. "So jumpy." Harry stood up. Apparently, current methods weren't working. Evasive measures were necessary.

It was time to run.

Draco sat up as Harry got off his stool. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Harry," Draco said.

"Goodnight, Draco." He tried to keep his escape casual, but he could feel Draco behind him as he walked.

"Harry." Still no answer. Just a little closer to his bedroom door. "Harry." Harry felt his breath leave him as he was pushed into his room. He landed on the bed only to be wrestled onto his back as Draco sat astride him. "Stop running away from me," he said slowly, slapping him on the arm, chest and shoulder to punctuate his words until Harry finally gave up. "I live here too. You're going to have to talk to me eventually." It was said so simply, but Harry still felt like a fool.

Harry sighed and gave up. He nodded, staring straight up at the ceiling.

Draco, satisfied, let him go and sat back. Harry shut his eyes and swallowed. Of all the places to sit, he has to sit there?

"Now," Draco said getting comfortable, "Finnegan tells me he keeps seeing you glaring at him and anyone else who talks to me. He also says that you keep staring at me." Draco crossed his arms. He was obviously waiting for an answer but Harry hadn't heard a question.

"Seamus is delusional."

"Finnegan has no reason to lie." The 'you do' went unsaid.

Harry kept silent. "Draco, what do you want from me? I don't – what?" He let his hands fall to his sides after his vague gesturing.

Draco let out a single humourless chuckle. "I forgot. 'Get to know your employer who values honesty over anything'" Harry shut his eyes as Draco threw that back in his face. "Just ask, right?" Draco leaned forward, the shifting in his body weight making Harry conjure up that naked image of Dudley again. He felt fingers sifting through his hair and hot breath in his ear. "Fine. Just how much do you want me, Harry?"

He was playing with him. Harry opened his eyes, seeing the blond biting on his lower lip. He frowned. Anxiety? He didn't understand, if anyone had the right to be nervous it was Harry. But Draco only did that when he was worried or undecided. Harry continued looking at him until Draco seemed to lose his edge and began to back away, but Harry kept him still by securing his arms around him and turning them over on his bed. He propped himself up on his forearm and leaned to the side, allowing his hand, that was on Draco's hip, to travel down slowly. He heard Draco's hitch in breath and let his eyes snap to him, before following his hand once more. "Your legs distract me because they're fucking gorgeous." He watched his hand as it traversed its way back up Draco's thigh. "You distract me because you're fucking gorgeous," he added looking at him dead on. He leaned down. "Seamus annoys me because he's always hugging you and the others infuriate me because I'm... not them."

Draco looked confused. "You talk to me all the time."

Harry shook his head. "Not like that."

"Like what."

"Like I want to. Like they do. They want you and you show them interest. I don't get that."

Draco actually laughed like he was being driven mad. "Are you fucking kidding me? Oh Merlin. I keep forgetting my boss is a Gryffindor. You know what? Fuck it. You want straightforward?" He pulled Harry down with his hands, securing them in his hair and around his shoulders, and kissed him ferociously. Harry was taken by surprise but let himself go, allowing the older man to slip his tongue into his mouth and groaned into the kiss. Draco felt the heaviness of Harry's weight on him as he relaxed and moved his kisses from his mouth to his neck, teasing a delicious spot that made Harry shiver. Harry groaned, seeking friction, and Draco circled his hips to meet his corresponding hardness. He buried his head in Draco's neck. He could feel Draco's fingers sifting through his hair and he sighed in comfort, this could very well become a favourite place of his.

Present

He fell into his desk chair once more, Draco landing on top of him, still rocking his hips softly as he came down from his high and every once in a while brushing over his hypersensitive prostate; the effect each time it happened was a small, violent tremor that wracked his body and created goose bumps on his skin. Draco shuddered, shivering from the cooling sweat on his chest. Harry, finally easing his hold on him, sat back after placing a final kiss where he'd bitten into Draco's neck. He heard the blond hiss and whimper when he adjusted himself in his seat, Draco's own weight keeping him inside him. He rubbed his hand up and down Draco's back.

"I could sleep right now," Draco said yawning into Harry's collarbone.

"Hmm," Harry hummed in agreement.

Draco let out a sigh and pushed himself back. "But..." he began regrettably, "you gave Shift Team C until the end of today to hand in their reports of the raid on Tuesday; you have to be here to collect them. Or, at least, I do." He patted Harry's chest before wriggling to scoot back. Harry held him in place.

"Hold on. The rate you're going, we'll be stuck together 'til three." Harry spun his chair and leaned forward planting his feet on the ground. He held on to Draco, while Draco held onto the edge of the desk. He stood depositing the blond on the smooth polished surface.

"Wait," Draco whispered to him as he moved away, his legs tightening around him to bring him closer. Harry groaned. Draco was kissing his lips, and Harry found himself kissing back, though he was completely drained and thoroughly tired.

"Hmm, you'll be the death of me," he murmured around Draco's kisses and felt the blond's chuckle turn into a hitched breath as he finally pulled himself free. "You need to check your hair in the bathroom mirror," he said lowly, though he didn't know why as they were alone and no one could hear them. Draco smiled down at him from his perch on the edge of the desk and slid off gingerly, flicking Harry's nose with his finger at the brunet's concern. Harry watched him walk, impressively straight, to his adjoined bathroom in silence. Harry bent to the floor and picked up his shirt and uniform robes slipping his arms in them quickly and just letting them hang open on his shoulders. He had no more meetings for the day. Sitting down, he let out an exhausted breath.

Two years he'd had Draco with him, from homeless to Housekeeper, Housekeeper to Personal Assistant and Personal Assistant to lover. He let a wide grin split his face open as he leaned back in his office chair to think about how much of a difference Draco had made in his life since he'd re-entered it. The last of them all made him the happiest, he knew. He opened his stationery drawer and reached in just as Draco came back out of the bathroom, looking as if nothing had happened.

"That was quick."

Draco was searching the floor for something. "Real perfection takes time," he said distracted, "but with practice, time is lessened-ah!" he interrupted himself as he found the document he was searching for. "I trust you can clean up your own mess by yourself?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him playfully. "I think I can manage." Draco nodded at him, smiling as he walked to the door. "Draco." The blond stopped and turned to him. "We haven't had such a busy day today, how about I take you out to dinner tonight. Give yourself a break."

Draco looked pleasantly surprised by this. "Okay, I'd love to." He turned back to the door and opened it.

"Draco." A sigh before the blond turned around again. "Yes, Harry," he said patiently. Harry smiled hearing the 'what the fuck do you want now?' hidden in his words.

"You look gorgeous." He said still sitting at his desk, his shirt and robe open, as he lounged back and stared openly at his Personal Assistant.

Draco held the document in the manila folder in front of him. "You're just sitting there staring at me... I could land so many sexual harassment suits on your arse just from that look alone." When he got no response, just another leer, he rolled his eyes. "Am I free to go now, Sir?" he asked tongue-in-cheek. He could practically see Harry's pupils blow from the door. When he received no answer, he made his exit.

The room actually felt empty now with Draco gone. Using his wand, he righted the items on his desk and casually did up his shirt. He fingered the restaurant reservation confirmation slip that he took out of his drawer and shuffled some items around, before he took out the box it was under. Tonight they'd have to go over Draco's contract of employment, he knew. It had been a while since he'd given the blond a promotion.

Opening the box, he wondered if Draco liked diamonds.

**~Fin~**