Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Disclaimer: This original Harry Potter is not mine. The credit belongs to J.K Rowling and the Warner Bros.


Chapter 1

"What do you mean polyjuicing as me!? Who!?" Draco hissed, dumbfounded as the Minister of Magic handed him a folder full of pictures and reports. The blonde snatched it from his hand, flipping through it and sneering in disgust at what he saw. He slammed the folder on the desk between him and Kingsley, his eyes flashing angrily.

"How the hell did he even get my hair? I don't allow regular barbers to cut my hair. For fear of this!" He shouted, gesturing sharply toward the closed file that was sitting on the desk.

Kingsley sighed and rubbed his forehead, his frustration obvious. "I don't know Malfoy." He said tiredly. "I know it's not you doing this, I'm sure." He said, raising an eyebrow as Draco practically snarled.

"Of course it's not me! I would never wear such atrocious drapery! Under no circumstances would I ever be caught in that! Never!" He shouted, his cheeks flushed as he saw his beautiful body dressed in such disgusting pieces of fabric.

Draco whirled around when he heard the door behind him open, the wood striking the opposite wall. "Potter!" He cried, leaping forward and grabbing the Gryffindor's shoulders, shaking him roughly to grab his attention. "Did you hear?"

Harry gasped as he was shaken, his head whipping back and forward, almost colliding with Malfoys. "Bloody hell! Stop!" He yelled, pushing away from the blonde and trying to bring his eyes into focus. "Merlin, are you trying to kill me?" He demanded, sighing when Draco just glared.

"No, in fact I am not." The Slytherin sniffed, crossing his arms. "Now answer my question. Have you heard of this…this…. identity thief? The one that has been polyjuicing as me and traipsing around doing Merlin knows what?" He hissed, working himself into a snit.

Harry nodded grimly, his lips thinning in anger at the very idea that someone was using Malfoys body for criminal things. "I know Malfoy. Just calm down." He said soothing, reaching forward and rubbing the blonde's neck. He turned to the Minister as he continued to massage the area, effectively reducing Malfoy into a puddle of bliss.

"You know it's not him, right?" Harry inquired, finally letting go when the Slytherin went limp, leaning against his shoulder. "I can vouch for him myself. He has been with me most of the time, and if you show me dates and locations I can guarantee that he wasn't there at any of the times the perpetrator was."

Kingsley sighed, glancing at Malfoy who was leaning against Harry, not bothering to mention it. For them it was pretty normal, all the touching. It had been a shock at first, but it occurred so often that no one took notice of it anymore. "I know it wasn't him, but we have to find out who is polyjuicing as him. People have all ready gone to the papers, claiming that Draco is up to no good, on account that he was a Death Eater."

Harry instantly stiffened, scowling. "What? It doesn't matter if he was a Death Eater! It happened years ago! Years!" He shouted, his eyes flashing behind his glasses. He glanced to the side when the Slytherin grabbed his arm, squeezing gently.

"Potter, don't blow a fuse just because of that. If I'm not angry about it, you shouldn't be either." Draco stated, rubbing his cheek against the Gryffindor's shoulder. "It doesn't even matter."

"Yes it does! Every time you get called a Death Eater or something else just as vile, I feel like I should do something!" He cried, clenching his hands into fists. "You know how much I hate it when I'm not there to protect you."

Draco huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "I don't need protection, Potter. I know it bothers you, but it shouldn't. Now, calm down before I have to hex you." He chastened, grabbing Harrys hand and unfurling his clenched fingers.

Harry sighed and reluctantly settled, reaching up with the hand that Draco held and running it through the blonde's hair. "I know." He said, glancing back at the Minister before continuing. "You have already spoken to the newspapers and such?" He asked, bringing the conversation full circle to discuss what was originally intended.

Kinsley nodded, unaffected by the way the two Auror partners were touching so casually. "Already did. They were reluctant, but eventually caved. They actually gave us some useful information." He said, leaning back and digging through the papers in his desk. "It seems this 'identity thief' likes to prowl around familiar places."

"How do you mean?" Harry asked, yelping when the blonde shoved a hand up the back of his shirt, his cold fingers flush against his skin. "Merlin, your hands are freezing!" He hissed, shivering but not bothering to move Malfoys hand, already knowing it would have been a losing battle.

"Well," said Kingsley, grabbing back their attentions. "It seems he generally frequents places like the Leaky Cauldron and Gringotts." He explained, his brow suddenly wrinkling when he read the rest of the report. "It also seems like he enjoys toys and tricks, because he has been seen regularly at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Strange for a criminal."

"Weasleys? Why the hell would he be there?" Malfoy asked, his lips curling in disgust. He despised that place, with all the hate that he could muster. "Why there? Is he just trying to embarrass my person?" He said, suddenly aghast. "He isn't trying to ruin my image, right?"

Kingsley blinked at that, his eyes widening. "He might be, Malfoy. To be honest, we have no idea what he is doing. Best find out before we do. So, I'm assigning this to you and Harry." He said, ignoring the sputtering blonde. "You'll do it, right Harry?"

Harry nodded, grinning when the Slytherin beside him began to complain. "Yes, Minister. You can count on us."


im so sorry this one is so short, so ill just call it a teaser. this one will have some crime and mystery. im not very good, but hopefully i will get better with it. please review an faovorite. just so i know that im doing alright! until next time!