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Drabble: Interrogation Techniques
It's snowing!!! Yes, it is! Everything's white outside! For someone who hasn't seen evena shy, tiny snowflake in, oh, three years, this is a big moment. And anyway, snow always makes me excited like a child. If it weren't cold and dark, I'd go outside and build a snowman.

But you're here to read fic. Yeah. Didn't get anything done for the thesis, and although I'm madly in love with my Christmas fic, I can't interest Muse. She's playing with an original slash bunny and doesn't pay attention. Bitch. So I wrote another bunch of drabbles. Here's one.


Title: Interrogation Techniques
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2 x 100
Warning(s): *office sex ^-^*
Summary: Draco Malfoy has been called into Head Auror Potter's office.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potter verse - I only play in it. No money is made.



Harry is bent over his desk. His robes have been pulled up, crumpled, over his head. A hard, long cock thrusts rhythmically into his arse. Harry clings to the desk, the wooden edge bruising his thighs, and moans.

The man above him shudders and grips Harry’s hips tighter. His strokes speed up.

‘Yeah, fuck,’ a throaty voice drawls. Harry bites his lip to prevent himself from crying out as he comes. It wouldn’t do to have his Aurors rushing in.

The man hisses and heat floods Harry’s arse.

‘I do love to negotiate with you,’ Draco purrs in his ear.

*

Draco has dressed and now smoothes out his robes and hair. Harry, dark red robes hopelessly crinkled, is sorting through the paper mess on his desk that used to be the Aurors’ files on the Malfoy family. Draco smirks, satisfied in more sense than one.

‘So,’ he drawls, drawing Harry’s attention. ‘If that was all?’

‘Ah. Yes, thank you, Mr Malfoy.’

At the door, Draco pauses and looks back.

‘Do you always let suspects go after they have fucked you?’ His voice is malicious, but Draco feels honestly curious.

Harry looks up and grins.

‘Who says you were a suspect?’