AN: Hello everyone! This is for the…500 Word Challenge. My story has to be exactly 500 words. It's fun. Haha. Review, and enjoy!(23)
I walked hurriedly up the dark London alley. The rain hit the cobblestone, making a noise as if I were being pursued. I wasn't, of course. I was on an assignment for the Ministry. They had received knowledge that Draco Malfoy was currently working at a gay male strip joint. And of course I was sent. My job was to get him to touch my necklace, which would transport us back to the Ministry. And of course it's Muggle London.
The neon sign lit up the night. Malos Hombres, it read. Somewhere in my barely functioning mind, I translated that to something like Bad Men.
I opened the door, and a scantily clad man in a police officer uniform walked up to me. He had brown hair. Not Malfoy.
"What can I do for you, Sir," he practically growled. He kept rubbing against me, and it was quite distracting.
I finally ground out, "I need a man named Draco Malfoy."
The man looked perplexed. "There's no Draco Malfoy here. There's a Draco Spinks, though. Is he the one you want?"
I sighed. "Yes, probably. I need him and a private room. How much will that cost?"
"Hmmm…since you're just so damn pretty, I'll make it 30 pounds. That sound alright?"
"Perfectly lovely," I said briskly.
"OK, then," the man said. "You can go to the first open room you see, and I'll bring Draco in. Does he know you?"
"Yes, tell him it's Blaise." The Ministry had decided that I would pretend to be Blaise Zabini.
"Thank you," I said. I winked and slipped him a 20 pound note. "Here's a tip."
"No, thank you, Mr.…"
"Zabini."
I walked away, and into an open room and sat in the only chair in the room. It looked like a small dance studio. A few seconds later, Draco walked in.
The Ministry had been wrong to send me, was the first legible thought I had. He was stunning.
He kept his platinum blonde locks, but grew them out. He wore eyeliner, and lipstick. It was actually amazingly attractive.
"Potter, I know it's you. Blaise and I are best friends, and he knows never to come here. What do you want?"
I mumbled something, and he said, "Speak up, because I'm not getting any closer. I know you have something to transport me to the Ministry, and I am NOT going. I did a lot to get out of Azkaban, and I'm not going now because the Boy Who Lived is here."
"I am here for the Ministry, but right now I would really love to fuck you. Not here, in my apartment. You deserve better. Yiou deserve the best. Please leave with me." I took my necklace off, and said "Non nobis." It glowed a light blue, and turned back to normal. "Now it's just a normal necklace. Now, please, let's go. Leave with me."
Draco shrugged. "Let's go. But I'm top."
I laughed, grabbed his hand, and Disapparated. Screw the Ministry.