The Free Potioneers, Part 2/2, H/D, R, 2260 words
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Title: The Free Potioneers, Part 2/2
Author: ebethfic
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 2260 this part (3590 total)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I'm playing in JKR's sandbox for fun, not profit.
Notes: Written for lotus_lizzy's wishlist request for Draco in stockings. Sorry it took so long! And you have no idea how tempted I was to stop just before the last scene. *usually writes PG*
Summary: While tracking down a group of wizards selling illegal potions to Muggles, Harry finds an unexpected ally.

Part 1



Harry received an Owl from Malfoy only a few days after the dinner, requesting a meeting at a Muggle shopping centre. It seemed an odd choice, but he supposed Malfoy couldn't risk tipping off his druggie friends by bringing Harry to his flat, and Malfoy certainly couldn't come into the Wizarding world.

But Harry hadn't expected Malfoy to drag him straight into a lingerie shop. "You said you had information," he grumbled as Malfoy pulled him past a display of neon thongs.

Malfoy dropped his arm and whirled around. "Yes, Potter, but I also need to pick up a few things."

"Here? These are women's clothes."

"What do you expect me to wear under my ball gown?" He strode away and began poking through a rack of lace and straps that Harry supposed some people might call underwear.

"You're not serious."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "It was your suggestion."

"I was joking!" He might be a homosexual, but he wasn't into that...weird stuff. No matter how pretty Malfoy would look in lace.

"I decided it was a good idea." Malfoy pulled a red silk top from the rack and held it up to his chest. "You like it?"

"Red isn't your color," Harry ground out.

"True, but Slytherin green isn't a popular color for lingerie. I should be able to find something in silver. Do you like metallics?"

Resisting the urge to hiss, Harry strode out of the shop and plonked down on a nearby bench. He'd just have to wait until Malfoy finished his stupid shopping before he got the information he'd come for.

He looked up in surprise when Malfoy joined him only moments later. "After all that, you aren't even going to buy anything?"

"It's not any fun with you over here sulking. You should be better company, Potter."

"You're the one who seems to fancy me."

Malfoy snorted.

"Then why'd you ask me to the ball?" Harry couldn't help feeling a bit put out at the idea that Malfoy didn't fancy him after all.

"Look, Potter," Malfoy said. "I asked you to the ball because I thought it would be fun. I could find a real date, you know." He seemed to pause for confirmation, so Harry nodded. "Maybe I just want to spend a few hours in the company of someone who has a chance of understanding what I've been through."

He was staring straight ahead, all the movement gone out of his expression. He looked, in that moment, like a statue. Boy, Desolate, Harry thought, then shook his head. Malfoy didn't deserve his pity. He cleared his throat. "Silver should be fine. Are you going to give me the information you promised?"

Malfoy brushed his hair back and sprawled, suddenly animated again. "Since you asked so politely. My friend Marc has tried Ghost a few times; not enough to trigger any of the side effects, thank Merlin. He knows two other people who took more---one started to fade and the other panicked after seeing a ghost, fell off a balcony, and broke a leg."

"Did he tell you where they got it?"

"Marc didn't know the bloke's name." He glanced sideways at Harry. "But his friends told me how to find him."

Harry waited.

Malfoy added, "You know he's probably just the seller. Whoever gets the stuff from the wizards just passes it to him."

"Of course. He'll lead me to his boss."

"Who probably only meets him for a few minutes, and in disguise."

Harry grimaced. "You don't need to tell me how to do my job."

"I forgot; the saviour doesn't need help." His tone was light, but he appeared truly affronted.

Harry resisted the urge to reach out and pat Malfoy on the shoulder. "I need your help to get the information. Leave the tracking to me."

***

The Aurors spent a week following Malfoy's friend's dealer. Finally, late one night, Harry and Ron sat in an Auror-adapted car outside a dingy tenement, waiting for the man to leave. Their investigation had revealed that there would be a meeting with some others involved in the Free Potioneers ring, including Brooks, the ringleader, and the Aurors planned to crash it.

Harry couldn't see the two other teams of Aurors stationed around the building, but he trusted they were there. Ron, always excited by these forays into the Muggle world, was singing along to "Bohemian Rhapsody". At least it was an improvement over his questioning Harry about taking Malfoy to the dance the following evening.

"Be-EL-zebub," Ron sang, and Harry clapped a hand over his mouth. "He's moving." The dealer, a shadowy figure in a long coat, was making his way west down the pavement. Harry let him get almost all the way to the corner before tapping his wand to the ignition.

They followed the dealer to a slightly-less-dingy house. Several cars were parked on the street. "Looks like a party," Harry muttered. Weren't criminals supposed to be subtle?

After waiting for more of their prey to arrive and giving them time to get settled, the Aurors moved in slowly. Harry loved this part of a case, when the waiting was over and it was finally time to act. His heart pounded, but his wand hand was steady. Since the group was all Muggles and the Aurors had disabled their guns with a neat spell, there was little risk. Disillusionment spells firmly in place, the Aurors slipped inside.

Within minutes the Free Potioneers' meeting broke up in chaos as the lead Aurors fired stunning and binding spells. Those watching the doors for attempted escapes, Harry and Ron among them, tensed when they heard the first shouts and running footsteps.

They hadn't been able to obtain a good floor plan of the house, and not knowing which rooms led to exits made their work a bit trickier. Harry nodded to Ron and pointed him one way, then took off in the opposite direction.

He heard the footsteps only seconds before he saw the dealer they'd been tracking emerge from a room. The man must have already thrown his gun away, because instead of trying to fight he squealed and pelted down the hall.

Harry stunned the man, rounded a corner, then skidded to a halt, staring straight at Draco Malfoy.

His eyes wide and shocked, Malfoy Disapparated.

Harry didn't move until he heard Ron calling him. "Harry, we got 'em. Did someone get away? I heard a crack."

"No, no. Hit a wall." He tore his eyes from the spot where Malfoy had vanished and joined the rest of the Aurors in the cleanup.

***

The next day was a whirlwind of paperwork, but for once Harry was grateful for it. Malfoy's dance was that evening, and he hadn't decided whether he was still going. He hadn't even made a conscious decision not to turn Malfoy in, but he hadn't told anyone about seeing him in the house.

At home he stared at the tuxedo Malfoy had insisted he buy. Eventually he put it on. He might as well take the chance to ask Malfoy about his involvement in the potions ring.

Malfoy answered the door of his flat in pajamas and hooded eyes. "Potter," he managed after a moment, "I'd expected you to be wearing Auror robes, not the tuxedo."

"I didn't think the robes would be appropriate for your dance." When Malfoy only gaped, Harry added, "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Malfoy moved stiffly aside, then followed Harry to a sofa. "Are we going to the dance, then?"

"That depends on your answers to a few questions."

"So this is an official visit."

Harry shrugged. "I haven't told anyone that I saw you. I don't think you would have helped me if you were involved."

"You saw me there, Potter," Malfoy sneered.

"Tell me why."

"I was involved. I wanted out, but I couldn't risk going to the police. Brooks is a nasty piece of work. He has access to Veritaserum, and the last man who went to the police went missing. A month later, they found his arm."

Harry winced.

"I never knew where the potions were coming from. I didn't want to be too curious because I didn't want him to know I was a wizard." He added, "You were the only person I could trust to catch him without tipping him off."

"He's a Squib. His sister worked in an apothecary until we arrested her this morning." Harry leaned back, watching Malfoy. "We did a lot of interrogations today. Your name didn't come up." It was kind of sad to think that the former Death Eater had failed at being a Muggle criminal. Harry couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him, though he'd never let Malfoy know that. "I'll make sure it doesn't---telling us about your friend's dealer was enough to make up for the little you did for Brooks."

Malfoy looked relieved. "And you still want to go to the dance?"

"I did buy the tuxedo. Seems a shame to let it go to waste."

"Well. Wait right there. It'll take me some time to change."

Harry rolled his eyes and began scanning the bookshelves, looking for something to entertain himself with. Ron was always complaining that Hermione took forever to get ready, and if Malfoy was dressing as a woman, it'd probably take him even longer.

He was ten pages into a biography of Freddie Mercury when an embarrassed "Harry?" came from the doorway. Harry turned and dropped the book.

Malfoy was mostly undressed. He was still wearing boxers, but his legs were covered in shiny stockings, and as Harry approached he saw that Malfoy had shaved his legs. And his chest... A silver corset embraced him, giving him enticing curves.

His arms were behind his back. "Could you lace me up?"

Harry whimpered.

Malfoy looked at him, eyes wide. "I thought lingerie didn't do anything for you."

"I was wrong." Harry stalked around him, examining every inch of his body from silk-clad feet to the lace bands around his thighs to the corset that dipped just below his waist. When he'd made a full circle, he looked up to see Malfoy panting. "Turn around."

Harry tied the laces of the corset rather clumsily, both from inexperience and from utter distraction. Why was he putting Malfoy into clothes? "Could we skip the dance?"

Malfoy laughed breathlessly. "You haven't even seen my dress yet." He sauntered off, hips swaying. When he returned a few minutes later, he wore a pale green gown with a tight, ankle-length skirt. Harry wondered how he was going to walk, until Malfoy turned and revealed the slit up one side, reaching the lacy top of one stocking.

"How do the boxers fit under that?" Harry managed after a moment.

Malfoy grinned. "They don't."

Harry groaned, leaning against the wall. "Draco...I can't go to the dance in this condition."

Malfoy's grin grew sharper as he approached. Leaning into Harry, their mouths almost touching, he whispered, "Think how much better it will be for the anticipation." Then he spun away. When he reached the door he looked back over his shoulder. "Coming?"

***

Hours later, Harry didn't know whether to drag Malfoy into a secluded corner to fuck him or to kill him. He was amazed his cock still fit into his trousers, and wondered how Malfoy was avoiding tenting his skirt---and that thought didn't help Harry's situation at all.

Finally, finally, Malfoy agreed to leave the dance. They hurried into his apartment and Harry had Malfoy up against the wall even as he kicked the door closed.

"Eager, Potter?"

Talking would only waste time. Harry groped at the back of Malfoy's dress, finally finding the zipper and yanking it down. Malfoy hissed, from cold or surprise Harry didn't know and didn't care, and when the dress lay discarded on the floor, Harry stepped back and drank in the other man's beauty.

Malfoy was flushed, alive, chest heaving under the glittering corset. He'd replaced the boxers with silver lacy knickers that didn't quite hide his cock, which strained against them. Harry put his hands on the tops of the stockings and swept his hands down Malfoy's smooth legs. "Take the knickers off." He couldn't do more than whisper.

When the lace barrier was gone Harry sucked Malfoy's cock into his mouth. Malfoy moaned and thrust, and for a moment Harry thought that was going to be the end. He swept a hand back, and discovered that Malfoy must have hidden lube in his evening bag, and made use of it at his last visit to the loo.

"Eager, Malfoy?"

"Wasn't sure you'd let us get home first. Are you planning on taking your tuxedo off?"

"No." Harry undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. Malfoy licked his lips. "Maybe later," Harry murmured. He pulled one of Malfoy's thighs up, and with one short thrust he was in.

They both froze while they caught their breaths, and then Harry pushed in farther, watching Malfoy's eyes squeeze closed. Malfoy's leg tightened around him, and Harry caressed its smoothness.

They settled into a wild rhythm decorated by Malfoy's whimpers. He'd dropped a hand to his cock, and when he came, Harry leaned in and sucked on his neck, then renewed his thrusting.

Later, both sated, they stumbled to the bed, collapsing in a tangle of limbs. Harry finally removed his clothes, to Malfoy's appreciative whistles, and he unlaced Malfoy's corset.

He insisted, however, that Malfoy keep wearing the stockings.