Draco's highly polished shoes clacked on the floor as he walked at a brisk pace to Kingsley Shacklebolt's office. When the Minister of Magic himself requested your presence you didn't keep him waiting. Draco had started out as an Auror after he had served a brief stint of imprisonment after the war.
The Academy had been grueling no one was particularly happy to see him there and none of them wanted him to succeed. He had persevered through the rigorous drills the instructors had put them through and remained silent about the attacks on him by his peers.
He knew the lead trainer would have put a stop to it but Draco was not planning on running to Potter crying about being picked on. Potter was the youngest Auror to ever get to train new recruits Draco didn't want him thinking he was the same baby he had been in school.
Potter had packed up one night without telling anyone he was leaving and disappeared not long after Draco graduated academy, and hadn't been seen since. The past five years had been quiet without the brunette but had found Draco working his way up in the force. Finally the previous year he had been promoted to head of security for the Minister.
Things had quieted down after the straggling death eaters had been rounded up but over the past few months a lot of strange disappearances and deaths had people concerned. They hadn't been able to find any leads even with the top investigators on the force on the case.
The Minister had been the one to suggest bringing Harry back to work the case but the problem was he hadn't only disappeared from the wizarding world, he had dropped of the face of the planet.
Draco stopped outside of Kingsley's office straightening his jacket and tie before entering.
"You wished to see me sir?" Draco announced himself.
"I did Malfoy, Have a seat." Kingsley motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Draco looked at the minister with a perfect mask of indifference while inside he was bursting with curiosity. "What can I do for you sir?" he asked as he took the offered seat.
"I need you to go to the United States for me Malfoy, To New York City." Kingsley replied with a shine in his eyes showing that was the easy part of the assignment.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "May I ask why sir?" he asked, knowing he wasn't going to like this.
"Because you are the only one I have who has the balls to accept this mission." Kingsley replied rather bluntly.
Draco narrowed his eyes a bit more, knowing fur sure he wasn't going to like this now. "Whats the mission.." he said in a tone that showed he wasn't liking this already.
"We've had a few leads on Harry Potter. I need you to go see if you can track him down and if you can, bring him back here." Kingsley replied examining his fingernails in interest waiting for a response.
Draco out right glared at the Minister. "Are you bloody insane. Why the hell would you want to do that?" he shouted.
"Because Malfoy, He may be the only one who can figure out who is responsible for these disappearances and murders. He lived and breathed tracking scum before he left. He might be the only one who can find this trail." Kingsley replied explaining it Draco as if he were a child since he wanted to act like one. "Your flight leaves in the morning."
Draco sighed and nodded, bowing slightly to the minister, then exiting with a huff. He officially thought the minister was insane. He knew if he found Harry, then he would most likely get his ass kicked for searching for him. The next morning he woke up early for his flight and made it just in time to sleep through the whole thing.
Once there he started to show Harry's picture around and once he was sure he had showed it to half the people living in New York, one of them I. D'd him as someone named Damian Black. He sighed as he rode up the elevator to the pent house and knocked on the door, waiting to see if this really was the alleged boy who lived.
The door opened to reveal a tired looking young man in a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. His hair was dyed a sky blue and looked like it might have been spiked before he had slept on it. The man was a inch or two shorter than Draco but was nothing but lean muscle in stature. He had a lip ring that he was biting at while looking Draco over waiting to see what the blonde wanted. Tattoos covered pretty much every part of skin that was visible.
"Can I help you with something?" The man finally asked irritably.
Draco smiled at the man. "Hello I was told a Damian Black lived here. Could I speak to him?" he asked, looking the man over once again. He had to admit, the man was hot.
"You a cop?" The man asked while taking a cigarette from behind his ear lighting it he leaned against the door frame taking a deep drag from it.
Draco shook his head. "No not exactly, just an old friend." he said, watching the man and making sure to move out of the way of the smoke.
The man looked over his shoulder before leaning forward . "An Auror is still a cop Malfoy. Don't bullshit with me." He hissed.
Draco stared dumbstruck for a moment, opening and closing his mouth like that of a fish. "Potter?" he finally asked staring in disbelief.
"Well you weren't looking for Santa Claus were you?" He sneered. "What do you want if it has anything to do with your world watch what you say." He warned.
Malfoy sighed. "Shaklebolt sent me. A new dark lord is coming up, your the only one who can track him." he said softly. He couldn't believe Kingsly had sent him to practically beg Potter to come back and save them again.
"Isn't there someone else who can save the damned world this time? I'm tired of babysitting." He groaned. "Would you like to come in so we can make sure no one overhears?" he rolled his eyes obviously aggravated.
Draco nodded. "Thanks..No one has the skills like you do.." he said, as he moved into the room. He had decided, he was going to hex the pants off of the minister when he got home
"Just don't step on anyone." Harry instructed before leading the way into the penthouse. The entire west wall was made entirely of glass only allowing a small amount of light to stream in while the sun was in the east. The walls were a warm mocha color and red and black couches and chairs were dotted throughout the living room. People were passed out all over the place from the couches to the chairs and several who were going to wake up with black carpet fibers In their faces. Harry led the way through the living room and up a curved flight of stairs to the second level. There were no people on this level aside from one who had passed out on the stairs. Harry opened the only door on the second level leading Draco into a large bedroom with white carpet and red walls while his sleigh bed was a dark red stain and his blankets and pillow cases along were black. Red blinds covered the floor to ceiling windows in this room.
Harry picked up a controller and pushed a button and the blinds rose automatically. A lump beneath the ruffled blankets groaned as Harry nudged it. "Get up you need to be at work in twenty minutes." The lump rolled out from under the blankets and disappeared into the bathroom coming out a few seconds later as a blonde haired man wearing a red polo and black jeans. The stranger didn't even acknowledge Draco, Only shouted "See you later Damien!" on his way out.
"Alright, now what the hell is going on?" The man asked stretching out in his bed.
Draco sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. Kingsley sent me here to get you to come back and take care of some dark lord I've never heard of." he said a bit irritated and a tad jealous of the man in Harry's bed. Not that he would ever tell anyone.
"So let me get this straight, Kingsley sent you over here to track me down. So that I could come back to save your asses from another madman but you can't tell me any other information?" That doesn't sound like Kingsley at all. He's losing his touch." Damien replied sarcastically. "Are you sure you didn't just miss me Malfoy?"
Draco stared at Damian for a moment as if he had just asked if he was a female. "If I did I'd check myself into St. Mungo's on account of going insane." he said with a glare.
"If that is really all the information you have to offer Malfoy I'll have to decline the invitation." Damien rolled to his side propping himself on his elbow smirking at Draco.
Draco glared. "Well I can't bloody leave unless I have your ass next to me so my advice is to get your things packed and be ready to go because I'd rather not stay in this bloody muggle city any longer then I have to." Draco said with a glare. Sure he checked the other male out the entire time but he was not going to let him know that!
"Looks like you're going to be stuck here for awhile then, I am not going." Damien retorted narrowing his eyes. "I'm sure someone will share their carpet space with you."
Draco sighed and slid his hand through his hair. "Potter have a bit of mercy please. I just got off a long ass flight on a mission I had no choice on and haven't had any sleep. Please just get a few things together and say no to the minister yourself?" he asked, really wanting to go home.
"I'm not going back but I will have a bit of mercy. You can sleep with me instead of on the floor." Damien smirked scooting over to make room in the bed.
Draco rolled his eyes and went and sat on the bed, kicking off his shoes on the way. "You look different you act different, you just up and disappeared, so I repeat, what happened?"
"I got tired of being everyone's call boy." Damien replied. "I got tired of being Harry Bloody Potter. and then... well that's not important short version I left."
Draco shook his head. "No I want to know, then what?" he asked, finally taking off the mask of indifference.
"My boyfriend at the time cheated on me and when I confronted him he said he had never really cared about me he just liked to be able to say he was sleeping with the -boy- who- lived." Damien replied softly.
Draco looked over at Damien and nodded. "I've had that happen to me too. You'll never guess how many gold diggers out there there are just looking for a reason to play with your heart till they get bored." he said softly.
"I just decided I'd had enough of everyone's expectations of me. I wanted a chance to be young and immature." Damien shrugged.
Draco laughed. "Well I can see you decided to be young and Irresponsible, but Immature? I don't see it. You don't seem as reckless as before either. What happened to the flirt from the academy?" he asked with a teasing smirk.
"I've found more subtle ways to flirt." Damien replied.
Draco turned to Potter with an eye brow raised then rolled his eyes and laid back. "Your right about the bed. Might actually be softer then the one I have at home" he stated, letting the subject drop
"Here you are in my bed accusing me of not knowing how to flirt." Damien chuckled with a wink.
Draco chuckled. "I never said you didn't know how to flirt, I said you weren't doing it like you used to." he said with his eyes closed.
"It's nice to know you miss me flirting with you." Damien smiled before rolling over with his back to the blond
Draco turned his head to the other male. "When did you ever flirt with me?" he asked surprised. He hadn't ever noticed.
"For a Slytherin you aren't very observant." Damien yawned his eyes drifting shut. Draco had a chance to examine the tattoo that spanned from the mans shoulders down to his waist band. A sprawling field sloped down his back with gnarled trees framing the scene while a full moon lit the ground below casting eerie shadows of the twisted tree branches and the tombstones that were scattered throughout the field. Each tombstone and memorial had the name and dates of someone he had lost in the war.
Draco stared at the tattoo before reaching out and gently touching it "this is amazing" he said softly while running his hand over different grave stones.
"hurt like hell" Damian murmured half asleep, not bothering to clarify rather it was the tattoo or losing all those people that had hurt so much.
Draco nodded then moved his hand slowly falling asleep, feeling the body next to him he subconsciously turned on his side and moved his hand to hold the other male against him
Damien woke several hours later and felt a warm body curled against his back which confused him. He certainly hadn't been a stranger to having people in his bed but nothing serious enough for them to still be there when he woke. After a moment his brain began to function and he remembered Draco Malfoy. Damien moved slowly away from the other man going to take a shower and dress in blue jeans and a nos t-shirt returning to the bedroom, he sat on the corner of the bed to put on a pair of faded blue converse sneakers.
Draco started to stir and slowly rose from the bed moving his hair out of his eyes. Upon seeing Damian he looked confused. "Where ya going?"
"To the auto parts store. I have to get a few things on my car fixed before the race Friday night." Damien replied, "Stick around till then and I'll go back to London with you Saturday morning."
Draco stared at him even more confused. "A car race? I haven't heard about a car race around here."
"You wont either. Street racing is illegal." Damian shrugged," I won last nights race but killed my clutch in the process."
Draco stared at him wide eyed. "You really have changed, you were never violent before. Was the clutch someone important?" he asked not understanding it was a car part.
Damian laughed falling back on the bed clutching his sides. "The clutch is a part of the car not a person. I didn't really kill anyone I just broke a piece of my Car."
Draco blushed slightly and glared at the other male. "Not funny. I don't know cars." He said a bit of a pout on his lips.
"If you stay, I'll teach you. If you want to learn of course." He amended with a smile on his now blushing face.
Draco looked at Damian for a sec contemplating the idea in his head, before giving a small smile. "Alright but I swear if you teach cars the same way you 'instruct' Aurors I'm gonna kick that pretty little ass of yours." He said a bit serious and a bit joking.
"And what is wrong with my training?" Damien asked, a demented smirk on his face.
Draco glared. "You worked us like bloody slaves!"
"And where are you now? Still alive. Obviously somewhere near the top of the food chain. What if I hadn't pushed as hard as I did? Would that still be the case?"
Draco glared. "Yes it would. If you don't remember I worked harder then any of the other men in that group."
"Whatever Malfoy. I'm not going to argue with you." Damian sighed curbing his temper. "What are you going to get into today?"
Draco sighed. "Seeing as these are the only muggle clothes I own and I planned on having you on a plane today, you are taking me shopping." He said while moving his hair out of his eyes.
"Fine but if you are going to hang out with me and my crew, the suit and tie look isn't going to work." Damien replied a challenge in his eyes.
Draco smirked. "And what will? Pants that hang below my ass and a to long t-shirt? I am not wearing that " he said back with the same challenge.
Damien stood up showing Draco what he wore. His pants slung low on his hips seemingly held up only by a bit of imagination. His shirt fit his physique snugly. "I didn't say dress like a slob Malfoy. Any sort of jeans t shirt or cargo pants or something will do. But business suit screams cop."
Draco nodded pulling the jacket and tie off, then pulled his wand out and transfigured his pants into low jeans, and a snug green shirt. "happy?"
"Much better. The wand needs to stay here though." Damien nodded giving Draco a once over.
Draco stared at Damian with a look that said, your joking right? "I go no where with out my wand. Why would you even ask that?"
Shaking his head with a growl of frustration Damien waved his hand, catching Draco's wand as it flew out of the blonds grasp at the same time an arm holster flew out of the dresser. Damien caught this as well. He grabbed Draco's arm, strapping the holster there smiling satisfactory as it turned invisible. "There carry the damn thing then."
Draco smiled contentedly. "Thank you. And you realize even if you took that one I could have two more on my person you would never realize were there. "He said with a smirk.
"Not only can any magic you do with a wand be traced but you are in my world now, which is completely muggle. And I wouldn't take your wand from you." Damien seemed upset that Draco would even think such a thing.
Draco smiled and shook his head, before dropping to his knee and pulling out a gun that was hidden on his ankle strap. "I went to the muggle police station for a reason. I was sent here to bring you back but also to protect you so I'll do my job correctly."
"Why would I need your protection." Damien smirked slightly, touched by the mans concern none the less.
Draco smiled just a bit. "I'll make sure no two timing bitches come after ya." He said with a wink.
With an amused shake of his head Damien headed for the door "Are you coming or not?"
Draco slipped his shoes on and transfigured them into regular trainers, then followed the other male. "Might as well, got nothing better to do." He said with a teasing smirk.
Damien led the way out of the apartment, the prior people who had been passed out everywhere were mostly gone only someone on the couch remained. Damien walked over kicking the couch till the figured mumbled something. "Sirius I'm going out. Need anything?" the response seemed to be negative and Damien led Draco out of the apartment, once in the elevator Damien stuck a key into the wall and hit a button with a b on it.
Draco stared at Damien curiously. "To the basement? Why?" he asked.
"The basement is the garage that's where all my cars are." Damien replied simply. The doors to the elevator opened, revealing a dozen or more vehicles all covered with tarps.
Draco stared at the ones covered, then turned back to Damien. "You gotta reason why you need this many cars?"
"No not really I just couldn't decide on one." Damien shrugged pulling the tarp off of a shiny two door two seater
Draco laughed and opened the driver side door for Damien. "Your one of many chariots good sir." He said making himself sound like a snobby butler.
"Get in the car." Damien laughed getting on on his side and starting the engine. He waited until Draco had buckled in before getting the car into gear and driving up an incline which brought them out of a garage door on the street level. Damien pushed a button closing the door behind them as they pulled out onto the congested streets of New York City
AN-Thoughts anyone? No the entire thing won't be based on street racing or cars I just thought it was an interesting hobby for Harry to pick up when he was finally able to behave young and irresponsible.
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