AN: Please review! Reviews bring me back faster ;). These will be shorter chapters so I can update more frequently. Looking at around every 1-2 weeks. Date TBD.
Draco Malfoy has been living by the book for the last five years. He is an influential businessman. All of his father's debts have been paid off, and he's living very well in his own flat. Malfoy Manor is currently an orphanage that his mother oversees for him, which gives her something to do since his father was sentenced to Azkaban to finish his sentence from fifth year. Draco is keeping his family name far from the name it once was. He does, however, like to enjoy a bit of fun. Something to let his hair down so to speak. Be dangerous but not reckless. He just likes a good adrenaline rush every now and then.
Today has been one of those highly stressful days in the office and one he needs a break from. Instead of turning to drink like he used to, he has chosen a different vice. Walking to his garage, he carefully removed the sheet covering Triumph, his faithful sidekick. Oh, Triumph was beautiful. It had a 1200cc engine, twin throttle bodies, heated grips, switchable traction! Honestly, he had no idea what any of that actually meant, but the dealer sounded pretty excited about it so that sold him fairly easily. The conversion from galleons to dollars was difficult at first, but he'd gotten used to it by now.
Draco knew he couldn't be reckless in the wizarding world for fear he'd be in the Daily Prophet and sully the name he had carefully been building. After getting drunk one night about two years ago, he found himself stumbling into Muggle London and into a biker bar. When he had explained he had never even been on one they were more than happy to take him around. He fell in love instantly! It was like flying a broom but he could escape from the wizarding world. Once he had sobered up, he went to Gringotts and exchanged way too many Galleons for pounds. That first year was difficult. He had been carrying around thousands of pounds on him at a time. He found out, muggles rarely carried much at all. Now he only takes a couple of hundreds, sometimes a bit more when he hits the bar.
He placed his helmet on his head and swung his leg around the bike feeling the handles and sighing with relief as the tension in his shoulders melted away. Revving up the engine he sped off on his normal route into the countryside. Not too long ago he had found a hill he enjoyed speeding down. It was mostly open fields, so he generally never came across anyone. He liked to remove his helmet and zoom down the hill as fast as he could go letting the wind blow through his hair. He'd imagine he was flying through the air on his broom, but the added sense of danger that he could lose control of his bike really got his adrenaline pumping. Riding up the hill, he slowly took his helmet off and ran his hands through his hair before shrinking the helmet and placing it in his pocket. Draco then revved up his engine, kicked his foot up and sped as fast as he could go down the hill, laughing the whole way.
As he approached the bottom he saw flashing lights from what he recognized to be muggle police. He tried to slow down, but the force of gravity had made it nearly impossible and the bike tilted too much to the right sending him off his bike. Casting a quick cushioning spell he landed without getting too badly injured. Sitting up as he saw the officer running towards him, he saw he had scraped up his leg pretty bad.
"Lad are you alright?" Shouted the officer as he approached.
"Yes thank you. Just a scrape." Draco replied checking other places on his body.
As the officer reached him, he helped him stand. Draco started walking over to his bike when the officer stopped him and asked him for his identification. Not knowing what identification was he tried again to leave. The officer stopped him once again placing his hand on his shoulder. Out of reaction, Draco pushed him off causing the officer to grab his wrist, spin him about and lock a set of handcuffs on him. Without being able to access his wand, Draco resorted to shouting profanities at the officer which only enraged the officer more. Placing Draco in the back of his cruiser, he drove him off to the station and placed him in a cell.
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"Oy! Jean! Got a wild one for you to book." He called to the secretary as he walked in.
"Oh? What's this one done Harold?" Jean sighed. Harold was constantly arresting people for absolutely no reason.
"Wouldn't show me his identification." Harold smugly replied puffing his chest out.
"Harold, you know you can't just book someone for that."
"No, but he was going about 120 down the bloody hill on a motorbike, lost control and wiped out. Then he refused to provide me with his identification and tried to pick a fight. I ended it. Quickly."
"That's hardly a reason to book someone. Ticket, yes. But locking him up is a bit extreme." Jean rolled her eyes as Harold took a seat at his desk, crossed his feet on top and shrugged. "Not going to go release him and ticket him are you?"
Shaking his head, "That's why you're here. Your job isn't it?"
Glaring at him, she snatched her books, a ticket book and went to where the male was being held. Opening the door, she started filling out the sheet as she spoke, "Alright sir, could you provide me with your name?"
"Daniel." She heard and wrote it down. "And what's your last name Daniel?" She asked as she approached the cell and looked up. Only to come face to face with a man she hadn't seen in many years.
"Malfoy!"
"Granger?"
"Shh. It's not Granger here. My name is Jean." Hermione hushed him quickly lowering her voice and looking toward the door she'd just come from. "Well, this explains so much."
Following her cue to whisper. "What explains so much? Why the bloody hell are you here?"
"I work here. Kind of. I can't really explain it right now. Do you not have any identification?"
"What identification are you looking for?"
"Oh Merlin. Draco how did you get that bike?"
"I bought it at a shop a couple years ago. Paid in full."
"Bugger," Hermione mumbled under her breath. Just then the door flew open making both her and Draco jump and back up slightly.
"Well?" Harold asked. "Did you ticket the arsehole?"
"I have not. I didn't realize it was THIS arsehole you brought." Jean quipped.
"Standing right here!"
"You know him?"
"Unfortunately," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes until she realized she'd have to explain why and have a reason to get him out of there. "He's uh. Um. He's my boyfriend. He was acting like a bloody moron to get brought here, so he can spend time with me since I've been so busy with work."
Harold laughed while Draco looked disgusted. Hermione gave him a look that told him not to blow her cover or else.
"Yes. I miss my baby so much. She hasn't sucked me off in nearly a fortnight with her treacherous schedule." He said sickeningly sweet.
Hermione glared at him before turning to Harold. "As untrue as that is, not that you need to be made aware, is it alright if I take the rest of the evening off to bring my moronic boyfriend home and give him the attention he apparently craves."
Laughing again, Harold took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell for him. "Give her some extra lovin' tonight will ya? She's been a bit stressed lately and looks like she needs some relief." Harold winked at Draco as he unlocked the cuffs from his wrists.
"Certainly. Maybe a good punishment is in order."
"Let's go!" Hermione yelled as she grabbed his wrist not seeing the wink Draco gave to the officer. Dragging him out to the car she stopped at the passenger door opening it and practically shoving Draco in before climbing into the driver side. Starting the car, she looked over at him motioning to his seatbelt and buckled herself up with him trying to copy the motion. "Seriously Malfoy? Was that necessary? No. You just push it in until it clicks. Good. Like that. How is it you own a bike but you've no idea what to do in a bloody car?"
"I don't have a - uh - whatever this is called, on Triumph. Which by the way, can we go get?"
Putting the car into drive, she eased herself out of the lot. "We can go pick it up, but you certainly can't go on it until you've gotten yourself the proper identification. Why do you even have one?"
"You wouldn't understand," Draco mumbled as he looked at the car window, fascinated with how similar a car is to his bike but missing the wind. "What identification do I need to get?"
Hermione glanced over at him, his eyes wide as he played with all the gadgets in the car. "Right. Are you busy? We can head to my flat and start getting you sorted if you're going to be driving around in the muggle world."
"I've been doing it for the last two years on my own and doing just fine thank you."
"Yeah until you get yourself into trouble. We'll be quick and I'll show you a few more things to make things go a bit smoother next time."
Draco looked over at her as her eyes were on the road. "Whatever you say, dear. As your boyfriend, I guess I must listen to you. Just as long as we pick it up first."
Growling Hermione drove to where he said his bike was left, shrinking it down to fit into her trunk and driving the short distance to her flat. She could already tell this was going to be a long night if he kept throwing the boyfriend thing around. What else could she do, though? Any other person and Harold would have given her a hard time. A boyfriend she can easily break up with down the road and it didn't compromise her mission. In fact… it might help it.
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"So why the name Jean?" Draco asked as he looked around her flat. It was a nice flat, smaller than his, but most were. The furniture was very modern. There was a living room, a kitchen with a small eat in dining room where Hermione was currently making tea for them and what looked like two bedrooms in the back. Her flat was lined with walls of books of all sorts. Nothing like Malfoy Manors of course, but quite the variety. He recognized many to be muggle literature.
"Well, as I said, I work there. I've been there about three years under orders from the Minister. We've been trying to catch someone who is mistreating Unicorns. His warehouse is within sight of the jail so that was the closest place I could get. I go by Jean because everyone knows my name in the wizarding world, but how many Jean's do you know? Plus it's my middle name."
"You haven't caught him after three years?"
"Unfortunately no. We don't have enough evidence that it's him and you know how the ministry works."
Raising his eyebrows in agreement, he took a seat on her couch with his tea and watched while she opened a laptop and showed him what type of identification he would need and how to get it. Draco voiced how he felt about the tests when he had already been driving for two years. She drove him home, keeping his bike with the agreement that when he got his provisional license she would take him out and let him drive until he had received the proper license.
What she didn't expect was to see him on her doorstep the next night. Provisional license in hand.
