sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-04-24 22:25:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Current music: | Beautiful Stranger-Madonna |
Entry tags: | non-challenge |
Non challenge entry
Original poster: dragonfly_lily
This is sort of a non-challenge entry. I used the prompt for challenge 25 but went WAY over the alloted word count, making it void for the challenge. But it's here anyway (with the subject clearly noted)
Title/Link: All in a Days Work
Fandom: HP
Pairing (if any): HP/DM
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 1236
Summary: Harry is tired of being an Auror and bored with his life. That is until the newest prisoner arrives.
AN: Written for the Hump Day community where the prompt was "Relinquish control" (angst) and the Slythindor community where the prompt was 'You think you could do better, then?' Don’t you think they go together nicely?
Harry was tired. Tired of being an Auror. Tired of eating take-away every night. Tired of the disparaging looks everyone gives him when he came in hung-over after a night out. Tired of being set up on date after date. Especially tired of the dates with women when everyone knew that that was not the company he wanted.
Everyday was the same. Get up, come to work, and go home, except when he went to Hermione’s and Ron’s or out to a club. Harry was sitting at his desk working on a wizarding crossword puzzle where the boxes constantly shifted until you got the right answer when Ginny popped her head into his office.
“Dean’s team caught another Death Eater.”
Harry looked up. “Good for them.”
“You’ll want to come see him.”
“No I wont.”
“Harry, go to room 4. You’ll want to interrogate him.”
“No I wont.”
“Harry!”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll go,” Harry mumbled. He grabbed his robes and followed Ginny out the door.
Harry was handed a file by one of the secretarys as he walked down towards the room. He didn’t look at it, choosing instead to have an open mind as he went in.
Opening the door, Harry froze. Draco Malfoy was strapped to the chair in front of him. Malfoy had been missing nine years, since Dumbledore had died.
“Malfoy?” Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. His heart sped up in anticipation. It was no secret among his close friends that Harry had been obsessed with Draco Malfoy their 6th year. While his friends just thought of it as a curiosity gone wrong, the truth was Harry had fostered a bit of a crush on him. Draco had been attractive in school and now he was just downright sexy. With his hair pulled back in a pony tail and dressed in a Muggle black t-shirt and jeans, Draco could make a straight man drool.
“Lovely to see you too, Potter,” Draco drawled. “Now release me. I am not who you’re looking for.”
Harry’s skin crawled at the voice and he suddenly was back in Auror mode. He sat at the chair directly across the table from Draco. A large mirror behind him hid the rest of the team listening in and watching everything.
“Let’s get through this. I need your name for the record and your verbal permission to give you Veritaserum.”
“No.”
Harry started. “No?” No one ever said no.
“Surely your familiar with the word, Potter,” Draco drawled. “It’s the same one all the women use when you ask for another date.”
Harry ignored the barb and changed tactics. “You are Draco Malfoy, correct?”
“Brilliant deduction, Potter. Are you sure you need those glasses?”
Harry glared and Draco said, “Yes.”
“Good. I will be adding three drops of Veritaserum to your water,” Harry did just that as Draco watched. “Drink up!”
“No.”
Harry sighed. “Malfoy, you’re not really in the position here to argue.”
Draco remained stubborn. “I’m not drinking it.”
“You know there are other…less pleasant…ways to make you talk. Drink!” Harry commanded.
Scowling, Draco did.
Both men waited the full minute for digestion before Harry asked, “Are you a Death Eater?”
“No,” came the automatic response.
“No?” Harry asked before he caught himself. He had to remain professional, he reminded himself.
“No,” Draco repeated.
“Show me your forearm,” Harry said, although he knew Draco had to be telling the truth.
Draco stared at him and said, “It’s Veritaserum, Potter, not the Imperious curse.”
Harry sighed and moved on. “Where have you been for the last nine years?”
“Here and there,” Draco said, ever the true Slytherin. Harry knew he had to ask the question the correct way or Draco would be able to skate around the truth.
“Have you been living in the U.K.?”
Draco grimaced as he responded, “Yes.”
Harry knew that answer had hurt Draco to share. “In England?”
“Yes.”
“Always in one spot?”
“No.”
“How often did you move?”
“Every couple of months.”
“Have you had any contact with any of your old classmates?”
“Yes.”
“Who, exactly?”
“Pansy, Greg and Blaise.”
Harry was on a roll now. He knew he could get Draco to answer something he would have normally fought if the questions weren’t coming quick enough.
“Have you been in contact with any active Death Eaters in the last year?”
“Yes.” Draco groaned in frustration at his own answer.
“Names?”
“Theo Nott”
“What was the topic of your last discussion?”
“The location of my parents.”
Harry took a deep breath before phrasing his next question. “Do you have any knowledge of their whereabouts?”
Draco actually looked sad when he answered, “No.”
“Have you been in contact with any inactive Death Eaters in the last year?”
“Severus,” Draco responded. “He’s the only one left.”
“What was the topic of your last discussion?”
Harry could see Draco fighting the Veritaserum, which made him sit up straighter in anticipation.
“You,” Draco ground out.
“What about me specifically?”
Draco’s face flamed an angry red. “I’ve been having…dreams. I needed a potion for Dreamless Sleep.”
“Dreaming of my demise, Draco?”
“No. Dreaming of your cock in my hand.” The words were out so quickly Harry thought he’d imagined them. However he could tell from the mortified look on Draco’s face that he had not.
Suddenly, Kingsley Shacklebolt burst into the room. “Potter! Outside! Now!”
Harry had time to glance at Draco once more before following his Supervisor out the door.
“You’re out, Potter. I’ll take over from here.”
Harry panicked. Whether it was from hearing he was the nighttime fantasy of his childhood nemesis or because he really wanted to hear more, he really couldn’t tell. “N…No!”
“Relinquish control, Potter. That’s an order,” Kingsley demanded.
“You think you could do better, then?” Harry asked, but he knew he was pushing it.
Kingsley actually looked a bit miserable. “You’re too close to the case, Potter, especially after his last confession. Get out now. I’ll take it from here.”
“Just five more minutes? Please? Consider it a favor?” Harry pleaded.
“Potter…”
“One more question, then?”
“Hurry. And make it look like you pushed past me.”
Harry burst into the room, startling Draco. Without thinking he blurted out, “Are you willing to make that fantasy a reality?”
Harry knew his lack of planning on that question was going to come and bite him in the ass from his superiors. But nothing prepared him for Draco’s response.
“Are you kidding?” Malfoy laughed as he shook his head. “No. No. You’re not the one for me.”
Harry’s face fell as his heart crashed onto the floor. He turned and practically ran back to his office. He put his head on his arms on his desk. Had the Veritaserum worn off? Was Draco lying to cover his feelings?
Harry looked at his watch and realized that Draco’s answer was still under the control of the drug. His answer had been the truth. He did not want Harry, even if his dreams said differently.
That was the last time Harry saw Draco. Just three short months later, the final battle took place and the war ended. Draco became engaged to Pansy Parkinson and the last Harry heard they were raising four children.
Everyone continued to set Harry up on dates and encouraged him to settle down. But Harry, unlike his colleagues, knew he was destined to be lonely forever.
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