Chapter 1 – Surprise!
Draco Malfoy ran. Ignoring the protests of angry passers-by he bumped into he went on, sharp eyes latched on to the dodging figure shooting through the crowded street; his muscles pumped furiously. The blonde-haired man gritted his teeth and sprinted round a corner when suddenly an explosion made him cast a protection spell, quick as lightening. Ducking down and trying to suppress a dry cough from the smoke and debris he felt growing frustration at the crowd of panicking muggles and the burning hatred towards the fugitive; the things he had done, the people he had hurt and the lengths he had gone to whilst running from the law. Draco snarled, blinking furiously as he was temporarily blinded and hearing shouting from everywhere him. He wasn't an Auror, he shouldn't even be hunting this evil piece of-
"Oi! You! Stop!" The shouting grew louder and without looking he knew that the voice belonged to someone in authority, probably one of those muggle aurors. Fantastic! He'd have to take this guy down if he persisted in getting involved. Cursing he bent down as he ran on and finally broke through the smoke and panic; he turned another corner and found himself in an alleyway. Snapping into action as soon as he spotted the assailant he cast a binding spell that narrowly missed. The crazed Death Eater turned and launched the killing curse; Draco flung himself onto the floor whilst countering with a stunning spell aimed at the man's feet. Rolling to take cover behind a dustbin, unable to see if he'd hit his target, the blonde heard that voice again and inwardly groaned.
"You, drop it!" Swivelling sharply, wand drawn ready to stun him, Draco saw quickly that the muggle wasn't talking to him but the Death Eater! He was going to be killed! A sharp flick of his wand sent the muggle flying to the side as a rush of green shot past him, hitting another… Draco froze; he hadn't even seen the other muggle auror approach. The man lay still on his back and looking away, the blond saw the man he'd saved staring in horror at his fallen friend but thankfully staying put under cover. This was the reason he was chasing this guy, trying to bring him in quickly because the stupid Aurors couldn't do their jobs properly, because when they were faffing around with protocol stuff like this happened.
A crack pulled Draco back from his frustrated rant and he jumped up wand raised to find an empty alleyway. Oh! For Mer-
"Hands up!" This day couldn't get any worse. Sighing, the blond turned back to the surviving muggle auror, a pollyman?, and quickly eyeing up the black and white uniform complete with chunky helmet, the crouched stance and raised black death thing, Draco flicked his wand again the muggle weapon was ripped out of the man's hand. Ignoring his startled cry and the dead body in the middle of the alleyway he walked over to the… man, and felt a spark of amusement as he began to frantically pull at something on his shoulder. It looked like a little black box and the man was shouting into it. Draco, residual anger at the escape of the Death Eater persisting, set it on fire and the muggle yelled as it began melting quickly, drawing back his fingers away from it and hissing in pain. Not completely sadistic, the wizard put out the fire and severed the communication device from the vest and it slid, still boiling, onto the floor. But the man wasn't done yet; the Slytherin had to hold back a laugh as he drew a thick black stick from his belt and held it out as if a wand. These muggles wanted to be magic so much and they didn't even know it. The baton went the same way as the gun; then Draco's wand was at the man's neck and he instinctively shrunk away from it. The wizard knew he wasn't going to hurt the stupid muggle but he wanted to savour a few more moments of panic in the man's eyes…
Wait. He knew those eyes. The blue orbs dark with fear, fear he'd seen there plenty of times. Ice flooded him and he was completely paralyzed. He didn't need to take in the freckles, the red hair sticking out from under the helmet, the long gangly limbs. It struck him suddenly; he was pinning a defenceless Ronald Weasley to an alley wall.
The day had suddenly gotten a lot better.