Wednesday fic for the "D" prompt

Posting for enchanted_jae today, as she does not have access to her computer. ♥

Title: Dirty Harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Explicit sex, language, violence
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al; this fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for the letter D prompt.
Summary: While waiting for Draco in a Muggle shopping mall, Harry encounters an unexpected person from the recent past.



Harry checked the time on his Muggle watch. It had been a gift from Draco, and he was wearing it this evening because they were going out to dinner. Draco was running late, which wasn't surprising, considering that he had been doing some shopping and had asked Harry to meet him in this Muggle mall at 7:00pm. It was now 7:20, and Harry stifled a sigh of irritation, resolving to buy Draco a watch of his own in the near future.

From his post near a fountain, Harry settled in for some more people watching, amazed as ever at the fantastic clothing, dazzling hairstyles and various piercings and body art on display in a typical shopping mall. As the hour grew later, however, fewer and fewer people walked by. The overly loud titter of teenaged girls caught his attention, and he turned his head to see what they found so amusing.

He froze in shock at the sight that met his eyes.

Hubert Brownleigh-Bennett, of all people, was standing not a dozen meters away, quite obviously trying to charm a pair of Muggle girls out of their knickers. From the looks of them, they were obviously underage, and Harry felt suffused with fury. What the fuck was Brownleigh-Bennett doing out of custody? It just went to show that a lot of money could buy a damned good attorney.


One of the girls seemed to be soaking up the attention of the older, ostensibly wealthy man, but the other girl appeared more reticent and looked uncomfortable. Unfortunately for her, she was the more buxom of the two, and she found herself on the receiving end of Brownleigh-Bennett's apparent seduction techniques.

Since they were in the midst of the Muggle public, Harry decided to take a wait-and-see approach, rather than to confront the greasy troll outright. As of the moment, the only harm being done was to the girls' sense of self worth, and, furious though it made him, Harry knew it wasn't worth pulling a wand over. No sooner had he thought it, though, then he observed Brownleigh-Bennett look about himself surreptitiously. Since the mall would be closing at 8:00, there were very few people about now, especially in this particular wing. Harry tensed as he saw Brownleigh-Bennett draw his wand from inside his expensive leather jacket.

Harry was in the act of drawing his own wand when he heard the other man's voice, and a jet of red light hit the two girls. Brownleigh-Bennett allowed one of them to fall where she stood, but he caught the other one in his arms. Afraid the man would try to Apparate with his intended victim, Harry burst from the shadows of his fountain, wand aimed at Brownleigh-Bennett. Before Harry could cast his own 'Stupefy', the other man swung his wand to bear on him.

Harry began a systematic stalk, approaching Brownleigh-Bennett with his wand held steady and a terrifying gleam in his green eyes. The tip of his target's wand was trembling, and Harry could see the man's beady eyes darting between him and the girl. It was apparent that Brownleigh-Bennett was thinking about pointing his wand at her in an effort to buy himself some time, but there was also the grudging look in his eyes that indicated he knew that the instant he turned his wand from Harry, the Auror would seize the advantage.

Harry was aware of Brownleigh-Bennett's decision the instant the other man reached it. As the trembling wand steadied on him, Harry drew back his lips in a feral snarl and hissed through his teeth, "Go ahead, make my night."

Brownleigh-Bennett took one look at Harry's chilling expression and seemed to deflate. He lowered his wand and allowed the girl in his other arm to drop bonelessly to the floor. Harry was on him in a few angry strides, snatching the wand from Brownleigh-Bennett's hand before drawing back his fist and punching the man squarely in the face. He felt the satisfying crunch of bone beneath his knuckles, prompting Brownleigh-Bennett to release a shrill cry and stumble back, holding his hands up to the the geyser of blood that erupted from his crushed nose. Harry stepped forward, intending to press his attack, when a shout halted him in his tracks.

"Harry, no!"

It was Draco, who had just arrived on the scene, purchases scattered about his feet as he stood with his own wand out, assessing the situation. Harry growled in frustration, but he remained still, looming over a cowering Brownleigh-Bennett where the other man was slumped against the glass front of one of the shops. A distant sound of Muggle sirens could be heard, and Harry and Draco shared an uneasy glance.

"I'll take care of things here," Draco announced crisply. "You take that bastard back to the Ministry."

Harry nodded tersely, trusting Draco to handle the task of Obliviating the few Muggles who had witnessed the activity and to Ennervate and Obliviate the girls. Grabbing a handful of Brownleigh-Bennett's jacket, he Apparated with the man directly into the heart of the Ministry of Magic. Upon their arrival, he tightened his fist at the other's collar and hauled him close. "I suggest you plead guilty this time, because if I ever find out you've been accosting underage girls again, I'll kill you," threatened Harry. With that, he flung Brownleigh-Bennett away from him, sending the other man crashing into a water cooler before he hit the wall and slid down it to land with a thump on the floor.

Shocked and outraged shouts could be heard, along with one very distinct "Potter!" as hands grabbed Harry by the shoulders and dragged him away from the terrified, gibbering man at his feet.

For the next half hour, Harry was subjected to a lengthy, ranting reprimand from Kingsley Shacklebolt and two other senior Aurors. The terms excessive force and Auror brutality were used frequently, as were lawsuits and public outcry.

The only statement Harry made in that time was, "Had Brownleigh-Bennett remained in custody until his trial, a trial at which Mr Malfoy's and my testimonies via sworn statements and Pensieve-extracted memories of the situation from two weeks ago would have surely convicted him, none of tonight's events would have taken place." Beyond that, he said or did nothing except to stare coldly at each of them in turn until their sputtering about force and brutality died down to stammering about hearings and procedures and bonds posted. Eventually, he was released.

As Harry strode angrily from Shacklebolt's office, Draco jumped up from the chair he'd been seated on in the hallway. Sensing Harry's mood, Draco fell into step beside him without a word. They reached the Apparition point within the Ministry and Disapparated with twin cracks.

Arriving in the entryway of their flat, Harry ran a frustrated hand though his hair and turned to his lover. "I'm sorry about dinner," he muttered.

"Don't worry about it," Draco replied in a soothing tone of voice. "Why don't you go get cleaned up, and I'll get us Chinese or something."

Harry nodded and turned on his heel, heading for the bedroom and the shower beyond. When he emerged some twenty minutes later, dressed only in pyjama bottoms and feeling refreshed and calm, Draco was just coming through the front door with a bag of take-out. As they settled at the breakfast bar to eat, Draco prompted him, "So, what happened?"

Tired of holding his tongue, Harry erupted into a rant, venting about the injustice of a system that would release a slime ball like Brownleigh-Bennett on bail and putting innocent Muggle girls at further risk, while hard-working Aurors were called on the carpet for their methods in apprehending such predators. Draco listened until he ran out of steam by which time they were done with their hasty dinner.

Standing, Draco began to clear away the remnants while suggesting quietly, "Why don't you go on to bed, and I'll be in shortly." Harry gave him a tired smile and followed his advice, padding softly down the hall to the bedroom.

When Draco entered a few moments later, his heart melted. His big, bad Auror was lying back in bed, toying idly with the tail of his stuffed lion, a slight frown still marring his features. Draco clambered onto the bed and instructed Harry to sit up. When his lover did so, Draco sat behind him, his legs bracketing Harry's body while he began to gently knead the stiffness from Harry's neck and shoulders.

Harry sighed in pleasure as the tension melted away, only to be replaced by an altogether different type of tension. Setting his lion aside, he shifted his body until he was facing Draco, appreciative of the fact that he was already quite conveniently between the blond's legs. Draco grinned at him engagingly, and Harry leaned forward with a soft growl to claim his lover's lips in a heated kiss. When he broke free, it was to tug impatiently at Draco's clothing and his own pyjamas until they both lay nude upon the bed.

Draco had no qualms about submitting to Harry's needs this night, and once they were unclothed, he willingly opened his legs again, allowing Harry to settle between them. He had been prepared for a hard, fast fuck as Harry worked out some stress and frustration, so Draco was pleasantly surprised to find himself on the receiving end of Harry's tender loving. His body was carefully prepared, and then Harry was easing gently inside of him. Draco responded with a soft hum of pleasure, and he draped one long leg over his lover's back and linked his hands behind Harry's neck as Harry fell into a steady tempo, his hips rising and falling rhythmically between Draco's thighs while his cock stroked the blond's sheath smoothly.

Harry's speed increased until he climaxed with a loud gasp, his release filling Draco in hot streams. Once he'd caught his breath, Harry slid free of his lover's body and wriggled down until he was able to close his mouth over Draco's cock. Draco's breath hissed through his teeth as his back arched, and one of his hands tightened almost painfully in Harry's hair while the other fisted the coverlet beneath him . Draco's arousal had already been stoked high by their coupling, and it wasn't long before his own orgasm rolled through him,causing his cock to erupt in Harry's mouth. Harry swallowed automatically, then lapped lovingly at Draco's cock until it was clean.

With a tired yawn, Harry performed a quick cleansing charm on them both with a flick of his wrist, followed by a muttered, "Nox," then he settled onto his side next to Draco, enfolding the blond in a fierce hug.

When Harry's grip eased enough to allow him to breathe normally again, Draco pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered softly, "I love you, too."