All the wrong choices – (Ch10 – Opportunities)

Draco sat looking at the papers on his desk with a sigh.  It was only his third day and already he was getting stir crazy at being hemmed in at a desk. He picked through the memo’s which had found their way onto his desk since he had left for the day yesterday. There were some more reports to get through of eyewitness accounts, some documents from Gringotts bank about the missing dragon and jumbled up amongst it all was a letter from Harry.  He hadn’t realised it until he had opened it. As he began to read a small smile came to the corner of his lips in a private smile and the warm rush of happiness made him sigh quietly.  He looked around the office before he continued to read.

“Dear Draco, I can’t say sorry enough about yesterday, I didn’t get your owl until late yesterday as I was visiting Luna in Devon. Poor Pepin came to find me but by the time I had already left. I should have written to you but it all got on top of me yesterday. It didn’t occur to me that you’d be bombarded at work by the Prophet reporters, I see now that I was being stupid. I spoke to Ron and Hermione and they told me you had another attack, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you. I tried popping by the Manor but it was all in darkness and it was late – I’ve got to speak to you later if you’re free? I look forward to your reply, Yours, Harry”

Draco felt his cheeks redden and he couldn’t seem to remove the smile from his face.  Even if he was reading between the lines it felt good. He didn’t honestly believe that Harry felt the same about him, but it was fun to fantasise. He took a deep breath and folded the paper back together before slipping it into his shirt pocket. He would reply but he would leave it a little while, he had lots of work to catch up on. He looked up at the clock, noting that it had already taken him longer than anticipated to get through the morning’s memos. He filed them all away in his makeshift filing system and cursed the fact that W.R hadn’t allocated him a filing cabinet yet. As he began sorting the piles he had created he wondered whether he would be invited to lunch with Ron and Hermione again.

He had been quite surprised and touched at the offer of lunch partners when it happened yesterday, and he was still trying to get his head around it all. They had gone to a café around the corner, A muggle place which Hermione had recommended. Draco had gone expecting the conversation to be awkward and stiff, and he had not been disappointed however at some point during their lunch break the conversation began to roll freely and most of the awkwardness had been forgotten. He and Ron teased each other over Quidditch results whilst Hermione rolled her eyes and asked Draco about the dragons he studied in Romania. When he had reached his desk, he was delightfully surprised to find he’d had fun.

He scowled at his desk as he tried to arrange things so that he could have space to work as well as file.

“Draco, how are you today?” A familiar voice came, causing Draco to look up.

“Ah Rolf, I’m good, how are you?”

“Bright eyed and bushy tailed, very much like a kneazle” He smiled brightly. “I have some interesting news for you, an exciting opportunity if you think you are up to the task?”

Draco raised his eyebrow as he nodded. “Sound most intriguing” He smiled.

“I’ll let you get back on, drop by my office later, W.R should have dropped all the necessary forms and paperwork to me by then for you to sign, speaking of which, I believe they have managed to transfigure a new filing cabinet for you so hopefully we’ll have you all organised ready for your trip.”

“Trip?” Draco asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise. Rolf grinned and tapped the side of his nose.

“Alas, I’ve said too much. I will reveal all, later”

“Yes sir” Draco replied with a smile as he stood at his desk, he crossed his arms over his chest as he examined the piles he had sorted his desk into. The mess was irritating him, and he was more excited at the prospect of having the filing cabinet than he was at the hint of a trip.

It was almost lunchtime by the time a shadow fell across his desk.  He didn’t bother looking up, Cosima had been hovering around waiting for him to feel intimidated.

“Cosima-” He paused for effect before looking up to see her blotchy features. The words died in his throat as the blotchy, ruddy features didn’t appear. Harry’s green eyes stared down at him before he smiled, running a hand through his mop of hair.

“Hi,” he said quietly. “Are you free for lunch?” He looked around noticing the eyes watching him “I thought we could discuss that project you needed my input on” He smiled, and Draco swallowed.

“Project?” Draco asked, dumbfounded.

“I don’t know, you owled me remember?” Draco’s head cleared suddenly and he nodded vigorously.

“Ah yes, I needed to interview you about something from quite a while ago if you’re free?” Harry looked around holding his hands at his side as if to hint that he didn’t have anything happening.  Draco felt his heart race as he grabbed his notepad.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more private so that we can speak without being overheard” He made a pointed glance at Cosima who was practically hanging off her chair to overhear. Seeing that she had been caught she slid back onto her seat glumly. Draco walked around the office, trying to find a space that was free for them to use, but all the offices were full.

“What about the lift?” Harry asked Draco paused, putting his pencil to his mouth before nodding. Draco stood to wait for the lift to arrive as they stood in silence.  He couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Harry just in case he was caught.  He darted glances at his shoes to make sure he was still stood there. Finally, the lift arrived with a ding and they climbed on. There were some other witches on the lift who stopped their conversation as soon as Harry and Draco entered. There was a pregnant silence between them all as they waited for someone to talk.

“So, Mr Potter. I wanted to discuss with you an event that happened a number of years which involved a suspected Ukranian Ironbelly,” Draco said matter-of-factly. He looked up at Harry who seemed to be confused for a moment.

“A Ukrainian Ironbelly?” He asked as he racked his brain. “The one from the Triwizard cup?” He asked finally.

“No, the one from Gringotts bank? Our records show that the one on which you and Mr & Mrs Granger escaped on could possibly be a crucial piece of information to our investigation.” Draco could almost hear the witch’s disappointment as they stepped off the lift at the next floor down leaving them alone.

“Are we free to talk properly yet?” Harry asked. Draco paused for a moment and then nodded. “Good” Harry sighed. Draco waited for him to continue but they remained in silence until the lift pinged at the next floor. “I’m so sorry about yesterday, did you get my note?” Draco nodded. He wanted to say something, anything but no words seemed to formulate in his mind.

“I am sorry. It makes me feel awful that I wasn’t there for you. I actually wanted to make it up to you”

“And how do you intend on doing that?” Draco asked, sounding more arrogant than he intended.

“Well, I was actually wondering if, erm” Draco could see him struggling as he rubbed the back of his neck. “If you-” he started again. Draco waited with baited breath as he watched Harry struggle.

“Whether you would, erm, Like to go out for dinner this Friday?” He said with a sigh. Draco stood for a moment as he tried to process what had just been said.

“Dinner?” He started.

“Dinner” Harry replied.

“As friends?” Draco asked

“If you want to?” Harry replied. Draco felt disappointment and excitement for a brief second before Harry spoke again.

“I was actually-” Harry stepped closer as he waved his wand to stop the lift between floors, stopping Draco in his tracks. Draco looked down at Harry noticing how the tight sweatshirt hugged his slim frame. His mouth had gone dry as Harry seemed to be getting closer. “hoping if you wanted it to be, that it could be a date?” Draco fell slightly against the wall of the lift.  His ears burning as he breath was coming quickly.

“A-a date?” Draco repeated. Harry nodded as he tilted his head. Draco felt shivers run down his spine as he watched Harry who was staring at his lips.

“If that’s ok?” Harry asked quietly. Draco nodded a little too enthusiastically his heart pounding against his chest. He was waiting for this all to be a dream, one of his many waking fantasies. “You sure?” Harry asked huskily. Draco was aware of the distance between them shrinking. He nodded again words lost to him completely. Leaning in to capture Draco’s gaze, Harry locked his silver eyes with his own emerald gaze. Draco was a drowning man falling into those eyes.

“I’ve got something else to ask,” Harry said in a whisper and Draco felt his breath against his skin, sending shivers like ants down his arms and shoulders. Harry’s eyes glanced down at Draco’s lips and looked lost himself. Draco was sure that the anticipation had stopped him breathing. “Can I kiss you?” Draco closed her eyes at the words. Finally, the words he had wanted to hear. Within moments he could feel the heat of Harry’s lips close to his. Unable to speak or think his instincts thrust him forward onto Harry’s lips. Harry groaned into the kiss as he pushed his fingers through Draco’s hair, pulling him forward into the kiss. Draco could feel the warmth that was Harry’s body pressing into him and sighed, his hands finding Harry’s waist.

The kiss started chaste and gentle as Harry’s tongue snaked across Draco’s bottom lip, as though begging permission to enter. Draco parted his lips allowing Harry’s tongue to stroke his own. Draco fumbled with Harry’s sweatshirt, desperate to feel bare skin under his hands. His hands found the smooth and hot skin and he gently raked his nails across the skin, teasing a growl from Harry’s throat. His hands pushed their way down into Harry’s jeans to grab his pelvis, He jerked him closer as the kiss built to something more. Harry suddenly pulled Draco’s hair firmly baring his throat, Suddenly Harry’s lips were no longer on his own but were at his neck, biting, licking and sucking at the skin. Draco dug his fingers into Harry’s waist as he felt himself go weak, the ministrations drawing a moan from his mouth. Draco could feel himself losing control and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he lost the will to stop.

“Harry” He moaned “We need to stop” His breath caught in his throat as Harry’s fingers tightened in his hair.

“Do you want me to stop?” Harry asked as he nuzzled Draco’s neck,

“Oh,” Draco murmured again as Harry grazed Draco’s neck lightly with his teeth “oh, Merlin no! Don’t stop” Draco’s hands, having dropped what they were holding long ago, found their way to Harry, digging his fingers into the greying, feathery-soft hair, holding him to his neck. Another sighing moan escaped his lips as Harry began to pull away laughing slightly, His lower body still pinning Draco firmly to the wall. They stood looking at each other as they breathed hard. Harry leant forward and kissed Draco on the nose. “I feel like I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” Harry said kissing Draco on the lips again, gently this time. Draco closed his eyes again savouring the flavour.

“How long have you felt this way?” Draco whispered Harry smiled a small secret smile.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Harry asked Draco nodded as he pulled Harry’s head back to nibble on his collar. Harry shuddered as his skin broke out in gooseflesh. “I can’t concentrate when you do that,” He said awkwardly. His eyes closed. Draco felt his lips curl as he slowly continued to kiss Harry’s skin, breathing in the scent of him.

“So?” Draco asked again as he nibbled Harry again. Harry growled with need. Draco felt Harry pull away and looked up ready to be remorseful

“Bloody Slytherin, I don’t believe you’re sorry for a moment” Harrys whispered reply came. And Draco couldn’t keep the chuckle from his mouth.

“I’m still waiting for an answer” Draco deflected.

“I remember it being particularly bad in sixth year, but I think it was probably before then.” Draco nodded tearing his eyes away from Harry for a moment.  He cursed as he tried to squeeze out from between Harry and the wall.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked with a grin.

“You distracted me so much that I dropped my stuff,” He said as Harry let him slide past. Harry began to help him pick up the papers. Draco cringed as he saw Harry look at them.

“Are these your drawings?” He asked.

“They’re just doodles. Nothing important”

“Not even this one?” Harry asked. Draco looked up and saw Harry holding a dog-eared page. He closed his eyes and cringed. Draco knew that was an image that he was particularly proud of. He had managed to get Harry’s likeness just right.

“Give it back Potter” Harry handed the picture over reluctantly.

“You’re very talented,” He said, his awkwardness returning as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” Draco said as they stood there, the fire between them still under the surface. “So when can I see you again?” Draco asked.

“Would you like to join me for dinner at my place tonight?” Harry asked. Draco smiled

“Sounds great” Draco felt the excitement bubbling up inside him. “Do you want me to bring anything?” The smile he received from Harry was worth it. Harry shook his head.

“Just yourself” Harry winked.

“What time would you like me over?” Draco asked.

“About seven? I’ll owl you later with more details”

“Well, I’d better get back to work,” Draco said reluctantly.

“Alright, but first” Harry leant forwards and kissed him again pulling his face towards his as they kissed deeply. “Something to remember me by,” Harry said smiling. He reached back into his bag, which Draco hadn’t noticed before now. He pulled out his cloak and threw it over himself. He disappeared from view completely, leaving Draco wondering whether he had imagined it all.

“Harry?” He said as a test for his senses.


“Nothing just checking” Draco laughed as he motioned with his wand for the lift to start up again.

“Draco?” Harry’s voice asked.


“Sort your hair and tie out, you’re a bit ruffled. Draco could hear him sniggering and shot out a dirty look as he began smoothing his hair and straightening his tie.

“How do I look?” He asked.

“Good enough to eat,” Harry said as the gates opened up onto the atrium.  Draco saw some reporters milling around still, obviously looking for Harry. The spotted Draco just as the gates began to shut again. Draco smiled as the lift began to descend, his lips still tingling from where Harry had been.

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