dracoharry100 | First Watch

Title: First Watch, part 1
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: watch
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy are on a very, very important stakeout. Malfoy is a huge pain in Harry's arse. No, of course Harry didn't intend any innuendo! But now that you mention it....

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“I’ll do first watch.”

“I should fucking well hope so, Potter,” Malfoy drawled. “You’re the Auror.”

Harry took in a deep breath and let it out, nice and slow. “And you’re the expert Robards called in. Who’s getting paid. Who said, to Head Auror Robards’ face, that he could work with me.”

Malfoy raised one arrogant eyebrow, cocked one impudent hip, and tried to stare Harry down.

Harry stood taller, crossed his arms (and his wand) over his chest, and refused to back down.

They stood there, glaring in silence.

A few feet away cricket a chirped. Another cricket answered.

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Finally, Malfoy spoke. “I might have said that, Potter, but I’m surprised you were listening. I recall you spent that entire meeting vacillating between fury that I’d been called in, and drooling over my arse in these Muggle trousers.”

Harry took another deep breath. This case was important. Robards would fire him if he fucked up. Or worse, force him to take that holiday he kept hinting Harry needed.

“I can’t help it,” he finally said, soft and low, “if your arse is incredible. Now why don’t I watch you walk it back into the tent? Sleep for four hours.”

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“Just four?” Malfoy said, calm as a fucking cucumber. “And me with my… restless sleeping. I’d better masturbate, so I can fall asleep quickly.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever it takes, Malfoy.”

Malfoy made no move toward the tent. Instead, he reached for his zip. He didn’t lower it, but Harry’s eyes were drawn to his fingers, and the bulge that lay just there.

“I bet,” Malfoy said so low Harry could hardly hear, “there’s some Auror-approved wanking method. There’s been no end to the Auror-approved methods for everything else. Maybe you should watch. Make sure I do this… correctly.”

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Harry felt his ears heat; his cheeks; his neck.

“I could watch, Malfoy,” he improvised. “But you’re right. We have Auror-approved methods of achieving orgasm, especially on stakeouts.”

“Oh?” Malfoy cooed, one finger still teasing at his growing bulge. He’d still not pulled down that damn zip.

Harry took a step closer. “Oh, certainly,” he said as quiet as he could. He watched Malfoy turn his head a touch to listen intently.

“Robards takes partner work very seriously, you see,” Harry adlibbed.

Malfoy’s mouth lost its pretty pout. It softened, opened a millimetre. “Yes?” he said, when Harry didn’t continue.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/151155.html#cutid1