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Harry Potter didn’t bother with knocking. He pushed the door open, closing it loudly behind him before he made his way into the Minister’s office.
The office that was also known as Draco Malfoy’s office.
He didn’t even look up, ignoring Harry as if he couldn’t care less that he was there.
Harry moved to the armchair that was closest to Malfoy’s desk before dropping heavily into it, glaring at Draco. The blond continued to write on the parchment in front of him.
Harry huffed when he realized that the man had no intention of speaking to him.
“Proud of yourself, Malfoy?” Harry asked finally.
Draco slowly placed his quill in its holder before gently blowing a breath across the parchment, helping the ink to dry before he set it aside.
“I’m proud of myself for many things, Potter. Be more specific.” Draco murmured as he slowly rolled the parchment, looking up at Harry with a bored expression. His eyes drifted over him lazily, as if he didn’t care but was still searching for something. The edge of his lips curled slightly.
“Finally won, got everyone convinced you’re some ‘do-good’ wizard now?”
Draco raised an eyebrow before standing from his desk. He walked slowly around the edge until he was standing right in front of Harry.
He leaned forward, not enough to really invade Harry’s privacy, but enough to seem taunting.
“Are you mad that I won, or are you mad that the public prefers a Death Eater to any of the ‘Light’?”
Draco’s words were low, quiet, as if he didn’t want the portraits in the room to hear.
Harry couldn’t help but narrow his eyes as he stood up. He meant to step closer to Draco, but before he could, the Malfoy Heir pushed him back, forcing him back down into his seat.
Draco tilted his head to the side.
“What was your plan, Potter? Come here and accuse me of being a Death Eater?” Draco tsked. “The entirety of Britain is aware and they still choose me. They don’t need you to save them from something they chose.”
Harry swallowed thickly, looking up at Malfoy. Before he could think of a response, Draco’s lips curled slightly.
“Maybe your plan was to accost me in the middle of the night, try and get leverage on me after the offices were empty?”
“I don’t know wha-,”
“Shh,” Draco said, his voice dropping to a soft hum. “I see your wedding band is missing…” Draco reached to his left hand, tugging gently at his own wedding band. He placed it on the desk behind him with a final ‘thunk’. “If you wanted my attention, you don’t need to pretend you’re here for anything else.”
Harry made to stand again, narrowing his eyes at Draco, but the blond repeated the motion of pushing him back down to the armchair. He pointed his wand at the door and cast several locking spells before placing his wand carefully on his desk.
Draco shrugged out of his jacket, letting it rest on the center of his desk, hiding his wedding band from sight.
Harry couldn’t help but stare, watching as Draco slowly undid the buttons at the cuffs of his shirt. He began rolling his sleeves, his eyes on Harry’s as he did.
Finally, Harry remembered that he was supposed to say something.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?”
Draco smirked. “Giving you what you want, Potter.”
“I don’t want-,”
“My attention?” Draco raised an eyebrow just as he finished rolling his second sleeve. “Why else would you wait until midnight to show up here? Surely you could have come during the day, when the office was full. Don’t try and tell me it wasn’t intentional, Potter.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed. “I was busy! It’s a coincidence that it’s late! You shouldn’t be here this late anyways!”
Draco lifted his wand and gave it a casual flick, transfiguring the armchair Harry was in into a sofa.
“Yet here you are, practically dripping with satisfaction now that you caught me on my own.”
Harry tried to stand again but this time, Draco stepped forward, putting his hands on both of Harry’s shoulders. He pressed him back down into the cushion.
“Don’t run now, Potter,” Draco sneered. “I won’t give you this chance again.”
Harry pushed Draco’s hands off of his shoulders and glared at him.
Draco just tilted his head to the side, looking down at Harry as the blood in his body rushed to fill his cock. A moment passed and Draco tapped the buckle of his belt with a well-manicured nail.
Harry glanced down at the sound and movement. He couldn’t help but bite his lip when he realized that Draco was hard.
He stared at his bulge for several moments before Draco clicked his tongue impatiently.
Hesitating for only a moment longer, Harry shifted forward. Draco was forced to step back as Harry slid down to his knees in front of him.
He was careful not to look up at Draco. He couldn’t bear the embarrassment of the moment. But Harry carefully undid Draco’s belt and trousers, his breath coming heavy at the thought of what he was doing.
He moved carefully, pulling Draco’s cock free. The blond groaned from above him as Harry wrapped a hand around his shaft, guiding it to his mouth.
Harry barely pressed the tip of Draco to his tongue when Draco’s hands curled into his hair, forcing him forward until his cock was forced down his throat.
Pushing Draco’s thighs, Harry tried to free himself, but it wasn’t until Draco allowed him to shift back that he was finally able to drag in a breath, tears at his eyes.
“What the fuck Malfoy,” Harry bit out.
“Sorry,” Draco drawled. “Did you think a Death Eater wanted to make love to a whore that just gets on their knees in public?”
Before Harry could say anything, Draco guided his cock back to his mouth and with a forceful push, he slid back inside of Harry’s throat.
Draco didn’t hold Harry’s head down like he had the first time. Instead, he held Harry in place with one hand wrapped in his hair, the other holding him by the chin, as he fucked into Harry’s mouth.
Every few strokes, Draco would sink all the way into Harry, making him gag before pulling out to give him only a moment’s reprieve before driving back in. Harry’s cheeks were wet from his tears and his own drool.
With a low growl, Draco pulled out, stroking himself twice before splattering his cum out on Harry’s face in thick white ropes.
Harry tried to catch his breath but before he could properly catch up, Draco swiped two fingers across his cheek. He wandlessly cleaned Harry’s face and glasses before shoving his fingers into Harry’s mouth.
“Suck,” Draco ordered.
Harry grabbed at Draco’s wrist, trying to pull him away, but the Death Eater was too strong for him to move.
Draco slid his fingers deeper, smearing his cum across Harry’s tongue, even as Harry tried to pull him out. Finally, Draco pulled his fingers from Harry’s mouth, looking down at his old school rival in disgust.
“Not even a good whore, I see,” Draco said quietly. “Stop wasting my time, Potter.”
Draco made to turn but Harry let out a pathetic whimper. He turned back to him to see Harry looking down at the floor.
He stared at him for several moments before Harry looked up, a sense of defeat in his eyes that made Draco’s own smirk return.
“Get on the couch, Potter,” Draco said quietly.
Harry swallowed and looked behind him to where the sofa was waiting. He slowly moved to his feet, adjusting the crotch of his pants as he stood.
Draco scoffed. “Savior of the Wizarding World just wants to be humiliated by the Death Eaters huh? Where do you plan on going when you leave here?”
Draco spelled Harry’s clothes off, leaving him standing completely naked and red faced in front of him. Draco stepped forward, pushing Harry until he fell on his back onto the sofa.
“Maybe you’ll go visit the Lestrange’s after this? Or my father?”
Harry’s eyes went wide as Draco followed him down on to the sofa. He slid his knee between Harry’s legs, forcing them wider until he was completely revealed to him.
“Don’t worry, Potter, my father will hear about this either way.”
Harry’s face went red but before he could say anything, Draco pressed his fingers back into his mouth.
“Use that pretty hole of yours, Potter, and maybe I won’t send you away.”
Harry hesitated but finally closed his lips around Draco’s fingers, sucking and licking them as Draco watched, head tilted, in fascination.
"I wonder," Draco drawled as he pressed another finger into Harry's mouth. "What my Death Eater father will say when he hears that Harry Potter got on his knees for me."
Harry closed his eyes as shame washed over him. His own cock was already betraying him, pressing up into Draco's abdomen, leaking pre-cum on his shirt.
He groaned as he felt Draco’s cock pressing into his thigh. Draco shifted, pressing it into his leg harder as he covered Harry’s body with his own.
“That’s right, Potter,” Draco murmured huskily. “So good for the new Minister, for your Death Eater Master.”
Harry moaned around Draco's fingers.
Draco gave a wolfish grin of triumph before pulling his fingers from his mouth. He slid the hand between Harry’s legs. Reaching Harry’s hole, he paused and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Wait until I tell the world that Harry Potter plugs his ass so he can be used properly,” Draco drawled, his fingers gripping the base of the plug that Harry had in. He tugged it until the plug pulled free, making Harry cry out.
Draco set the plug aside before guiding his cock to Harry’s hole. He leaned forward suddenly, forcing his cock to push through Harry’s tight opening.
Throwing his head back, Harry cried out. He lifted his arms, pressing against Draco’s chest to push him off but Draco couldn’t be stopped. He took both of Harry’s hands in one and lifted them above his head, pinning them to the arm of the sofa.
Draco snapped his hips forward, making Harry cry out until he was sobbing.
“Now you’re being a good whore,” Draco said as he leaned back to watch his cock sliding in and out of Harry’s tight hole. He finally released Harry’s hands, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Draco pushed Harry’s knees further apart before he sneered down at him.
“Is this what you wanted, Potter? You wanted me to fuck you and make it seem like I was taking it from you, but this is what you wanted, isn’t it Potter?”
Harry couldn’t speak, with each thrust, Draco’s cock seemed to steal his words and breath away.
“Answer me, Potter,” Draco ordered as he stopped his movements.
Harry took several quick breaths and finally gave a nod.
“Not good enough Potter.” Draco leered down at him. “If you want my cock then fuck yourself.”
Harry hesitated but after a moment he shifted his hips, moving them in a circle with Draco’s cock still inside of him.
Draco watched quietly as Harry began lifting his hips with the limited range of motion he had while pinned beneath Draco. He leaned forward, his perfectly manicured hand wrapping around Harry's throat while his index finger grazed his jawline.
“That’s right, Potter. I knew you would be a good whore to fuck.” Harry whimpered from beneath him.
There was a loud knock at the door.
Harry’s eyes went wide but Draco only smirked. He began snapping his hips harshly, making Harry have to cover his own mouth to not make any noise.
“Draco!” Astoria’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Open up! Let’s celebrate! We're all waiting at the Manor!”
Draco pulled Harry’s hand away from his mouth, pinning them both above his head again.
“Go away Astoria!” Draco called, even as he snapped his hips forward. He shifted slightly and drew a loud moan out from Harry.
There was silence on the other side of the door before-
“DRACO MALFOY! Are you CHEATING!”
Astoria all but screeched.
Draco’s lips curled upwards as he continued to pound Harry’s prostate. He shifted his hold on Harry’s hands so he could reach down to his cock, stroking it harshly.
“Should I let her in?” Draco asked Harry, a nasty smirk on his face. “Let her see the pretty little whore I’m fucking?”
Harry shook his head quickly. “Please don’t-,”
“Mm,” Draco hummed. “Maybe if you beg…”
“Please, Malfoy, don’t tell her,” Harry said quickly, followed by a moan as Draco leaned forward suddenly, biting at Harry’s left nipple before shifting to the other.
“Please, please, please,” Harry was chanting without realizing.
“I swear to Merlin if you’re cheating, I’m going straight to Malfoy Manor!” Astoria cried out from the other side of the door.
Draco ignored her in favor of Harry.
He leaned forward, biting Harry’s lower lip before sucking it into a kiss, his tongue forcing its way through Harry’s mouth, tasting his tongue and cheeks, his teeth and gums.
Harry cried out, his cock pulsing in Draco’s hand as he came on his stomach between them.
Draco leaned back, pumping into Harry’s tight hole until he finally finished, groaning even as Astoria was banging on the other side of the door.
He stared down at Harry, his eyes fluttering shut.
"So good for me," Draco murmured as he watched Harry's chest raise and fall with heavy breaths. Harry mumbled but Draco couldn't make out any words.
With a wandless charm, he cleaned Harry’s stomach before reaching for the plug he had come with. Draco leaned back, letting himself slip free before pressing the plug back into Harry’s hole. It wasn’t as tight of a fit as it had been when he had first arrived, but it did the job. With one last glance at Harry, he realized he had fallen asleep.
He chuckled.
“Draco Malfoy!” Astoria cried out from the other side of the door, her small fist hitting the hard wood impatiently.
Draco rolled his eyes and cast a muffliato charm over Harry. Draco summoned the green and silver blanket that he had gifted him two years ago for his birthday. He covered Harry before tucking himself back into his pants. He summoned his wedding band from the desk and slid it back into place.
Draco walked to his office door, swinging it open so suddenly that Astoria fell forward.
The little witch glared at him before walking into the office.
“Please, come in,” Draco said dryly as he watched her enter the room with vengeance. He moved to Harry’s abandoned pants and searched the pockets until he felt the familiar circular piece of metal. Draco pulled the ring free from Harry’s pants and walked around the couch.
Astoria eyed the sofa that obviously didn’t belong before stepping around it following closely behind Draco.
Her hands shot up, covering her mouth as Draco crouched down next to Harry. He kissed Harry’s knuckle before sliding his wedding band back into place.
“Is that … Is that Harry?” She stared in shock.
Draco glared at her as he moved to lean against the front of his desk, arms crossed.
“Of course, it's Harry, Astoria. What the fuck do you think of me?”
She stared at Harry for a minute before turning to look at Draco. “I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I thought maybe it was someone else… I thought Harry was at the Manor. Why wasn’t he wearing his ring?”
Draco stared at her incredulously. “I’m hurt to know that you of all people could think so lowly of me.”
Astoria looked down, embarrassed.
Draco took a long breath before he lifted his hand, twisting his ring for a moment before he answered Astoria’s question about Harry’s ring.
“It's hard for Harry to get into the right mindset when our rings remind him that we’re happily married.”
Astoria’s cheeks went red and she took a small step back.
“Right… I’ll just… see myself out,” she said finally with one last glance at Harry. He rolled over, exposing his back to the office.
Draco leaned forward, pulling the blanket up to Harry's neck.
“Congratulations, by the way. I can just tell the others we will celebrate tomorrow?”
Draco dragged a hand over his face. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and Draco?” Astoria turned back to him at the doorway.
“What?” He asked, narrowing his gaze on her.
“Erm,” She swallowed. “Well, I finished the photo album from the wedding. I actually finished it before the honeymoon was done but …Harry wanted you to focus on the election when you got back. Anyways, I'll drop it by tomorrow.” She gave an apologetic smile before leaving the office.
Draco closed the door behind her before moving back to where Harry lay on the sofa.
He brushed his hair out of his face, palming the back of his head before leaning forward and kissing his husband’s cheek.
Draco moved back to his desk, setting his jacket on the back of his seat. He watched Harry for several moments with a small smile tugging at his lips.
Winning the election was the second-best part of his night.