A/N: Here's a new story from me. I've been working on this since the summer and finally finished it. It's a short story with about six short chapters. I'll post them all over the next couple of days, I hope anyway. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Draco is an auror as is Harry. One day, Draco goes to check on Harry per Ron's request and he finds his flat in shambles and blood throughout the room and no Harry. Kingsley puts him on Harry's case to find him. When he finally does, it's the last thing he expected to find.

The guy in the story named Tomas is pronounced Toe-moss in my head. It doesn't matter either way, but that was my thinking on the name :)

Warning: There are some sensitive topics in here in regards to controlling relationships. If this is something that is hard for you, please don't read it. It's not too highlighted, but there are hints here and there.

Draco's on the Case

Chapter 1

I had become an auror purely out of determination to stick it to my father. Well, stick it to the entire Wizarding world actually. I was brilliant at potions, but I was also a former Death Eater who knew a lot about how we worked. I figured I'd use my forced and unfortunate choice for good. It was a foreign concept to me, but I somehow managed to get through it and become one of the best aurors they had in my class. Granted, Harry Potter wasn't in my class since he had gone in right after the war, so I didn't have to compete against him. I tried not to focus on that fact and just rejoice in my epic abilities at being a brilliant auror.

My first year was like a punch to the face and a major blow to my ego. I have always been cocky and thought I was better than everyone. I had thought I'd grown out of that, but that first year proved that I was still definitely a cocky git and an idiot. My assignments at first were pretty boring, mostly kneazles stuck in trees or nifflers running rampant in jewelry stores. Occasionally I'd deal with people, but the problems were usually misunderstandings. The paperwork was more daunting than anything else.

No, the case that punched me square in the face was a case that needed all hands on deck and that meant I had to work side by side with Harry Potter. Well, we weren't really side by side as he was with a team, but we had to work in the same general area. The case involved several missing person cases that all seemed to have similar MOs. After lots of investigating from most of the aurors, including myself, we finally cornered the people responsible. It was an epic battle and one that nearly got me killed. I was so busy watching everything that was happening, thrilled to finally be in the trenches that I lost focus for one minute. I watched as Potter fought against three people. I couldn't believe how skilled he was. He moved quickly and all the clumsiness from his younger life was gone. He crouched and defended like he was four people in one. I wouldn't ever admit this to anyone, but myself, but I was entranced by him. Of course, that was just enough of a distraction for me as a curse missed its target and hit me square in the shoulder. It knocked me back and knocked me out. I was in St. Mungo's for a week.

I had hoped that no one had seen what I had been doing when I'd been hit, but I wasn't lucky enough for that. Soon, everyone knew. Potter even came to check on me in the hospital or so I'm told. I never saw him. After my accident, I was on desk duty for the remainder of the year. They contemplated kicking me out of the aurors because my distraction could get somebody killed and nearly did me in. I promised never to do it again and that I would stay focused. I did.

Now, three years later, I was more respected and nearly everyone forgot about my Potter distraction. I had become a major asset to the team and quite valued. Potter seemed to notice my change in status, but he never really talked to me. The only time we talked was when he was working on a case with my team. Even then, we only talked about the case and nothing else. I had no idea about his life outside of the aurors and three years ago I would of said that I didn't care, but seeing him day in and day out, watching him work, watching the way he had changed, it made me want to know more about him, much more.

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"Oi, Malfoy, we've got a new case coming your way. It's another missing person case. Seems that a wealthy pureblood family has not heard from their daughter in about a week. Shacklebolt has specifically asked for your team to work on it," Weasley stated as he dropped the file in my inbox. He had finally learned that tossing a file onto my desk wherever he pleased would get him hexed within mere seconds. It took about ten times, but eventually he figured it out.

"Because it's a pureblood family?" I muttered as I stood up and picked up the file. I opened it and widened my eyes.

"No, it's because she was your former fiancée before you broke her heart," he teased.

I glowered over at him. "I didn't break her heart. She didn't want to marry me any more than I wanted to marry her. Thanks. I'll look at it right now," I replied as I walked back over to my desk and sat down. I began looking through, but I sensed that Weasley hadn't left yet. I looked up at him and lifted my brow in question.

Weasley turned a bit red and looked back nervously. "Listen, uh, I was wondering if you might be able to talk to Harry," he asked quietly.

I lifted my other brow in disbelief. "Talk to Potter? What on earth would I have to talk to him about other than work as that is all we talk about," I replied, not hiding the bitterness in my voice. I had long since lost my ability to hide my bitterness about only being able to talk about work with Potter from Weasley. Some of Granger's intuitiveness had rubbed off on him and he knew all about my weird obsession with the green-eyed hero.

"Well, I was hoping you might be able to talk him out of his depression over breaking up with Tomas or is it Morris or….I don't remember who it is right now, but they broke up a week ago and he came to work for like four days after and he hasn't been back since and he's ignoring our firecalls and knocks at his door," Weasley replied.

I sat up a bit straighter at this news. No wonder I hadn't seen him for awhile. "Does he have a reason to ignore you?"

Weasley blushed and nodded. "We all got in a fight about it because we were trying to tell him that he needed to take time to find out the kind of man he really wants instead of settling for all the idiots who are only after him because of who he is. He honestly doesn't believe there's someone out there for him like that or they don't feel the same way and that he'll take what he can or something like that. He was pretty mad when he left," he explained.

I frowned. "And you think throwing me in the mix will fix everything?" I asked in disbelief.

Weasley nodded. "You can knock sense into him. You have a no nonsense attitude and he needs that. Hermione and I are too close to him to help him see that so the next best thing is you," he said with a shrug.

"His former nemesis and his work associate that only discusses work related items?" I questioned sarcastically.

"Please, Malfoy. We're worried about him. Will you just go and check?" he begged.

I smirked. Weasley, begging, was too good. I stood up and reached for my cloak. "Fine, I'll go check. If he hexes me or throws something at me, I'm coming after you," I warned him.

Weasley smiled and nodded. "Thanks," he said, sounding relieved.

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I tried to floo first as that would be easiest in my mind, but unfortunately, I couldn't get through, not that I really expected to since I was not exactly on his friends list. I apparated to an alley near his flat and walked up to the door. I went to open the door, but it didn't open. I frowned and looked up at the board. I didn't see the name Potter on there and frowned again. I knew this was where he lived. I looked at the list more carefully and came across a name that rang a bell. Evans. I pressed the buzzer. There was no response. I frowned and looked at the door again. I wanted to smack myself in the head for forgetting that I was a wizard. I looked around, making sure there were no muggles about and flicked my wrist. The door unlatched and I smiled to myself.

I walked to the stairs and started up them. Potter lived on the top floor. It was a long trek and I could have used the lift, but I wanted to get my thoughts in order. I was I going to convince him that there was someone out there for him when I was the jealous type who couldn't help, but realize that I was attracted to him and that all our fights had been just a dance of sexual tension. Of course, that was my thinking and I had no idea if he even remotely thought about me in that way, but I had accepted that possibility long ago and try as I might to date other men and ignore those feelings, no one came close to him and I was sure no one ever would.

I shook my head and stopped suddenly. I could feel heavy wards and I knew that I was close. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled, but I shook it off. It was just an effect of the wards. I swished my wand over the ward and saw that it was an intention ward. I cleared my head and put forth that I was here on good intentions. It didn't take long before the ward gave way and I slipped through. I stopped again, a few steps higher and felt another ward. This one was a bit trickier. I went about dismantling it and once it was down, I put it up again as I passed it. I did the same for the rest of the wards, each one more difficult than the last. I replaced them all and once I got to the last ward, I froze. Something didn't feel right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and it had nothing to do with the ward.

I dismantled his last ward and stepped through. I put it back up quickly and stared at his door. It was open slightly. There was a smell, a metallic smell, that was unmistakable. "Potter?" I called nervously, raising my wand. I stepped closer, erecting a shield and pushing the door open. I peered inside, the metallic smell becoming stronger. "Lux splendida!" The room erupted in light and I froze, my eyes unable to comprehend for just a moment what I was seeing.

Potter's sitting room was a mess. Chairs and books were strewn across the room. Throw pillows were shredded. Blood was in puddles throughout the room. My heart pounded as I tried to move into auror mode. I closed my eyes, took several breaths through my mouth, and then opened them again. I pushed my fears away and became the auror I was trained to be. I cast preservation charms around the entire room and put on protection. I walked through the room, evaluating analytically. Each room appeared the same and each room had blood in it. A fierce battle had ensued here and there was no one there to declare the winner.

I shook as cold fear sunk into me. Something had happened to Potter. I knew it in my gut. I sent my patronus to Shacklebolt and went back to looking around. I stopped in front of the hearth where the blood looked a bit different. I knelt down and shined the light on it. Something was written, but it wasn't easy to read. I waved my wand over it and cast a deciphering charm. It wasn't long before the words reformed, in the air above the original, and formed into words that I could read.

Knows me.

Hurt…

Help

My eyes widened and I shuddered again. I preserved the words and stumbled from the room, becoming ill in the hallway outside his door. I didn't quite understand what the words meant, but something horrible had happened to Potter and I wasn't going to sleep until I found him.

XXXX

I stood outside Potter's flat, watching aurors go in and out. Weasley had come by and was promptly kicked out and banned from Potter's flat and the case by Shacklebolt because he lost his mind when he looked around the flat. He couldn't shut off the part of his brain that was close to Potter.

After several hours of investigative work, I was sent back to the Ministry where I was told to stay put until Shacklebolt could talk to me. I waited for what seemed like hours, but it had only been about two before he was back. He looked tired and weary and quite worried about Potter.

"How do you feel about being in charge of this case?" he asked as he gestured for me to sit down across from him.

My eyes widened as I slowly sat down. In charge of a case? My very own case? "You can't be serious. This is probably the biggest case we're ever going to get. How could you possibly consider putting me in charge of this?" I questioned in disbelief.

"I know it's a lot of pressure and you're right, next to Voldemort, this is the biggest case we're going to get. Harry is very important to this department, to our whole world. I don't trust many people with his case, actually, I only trust you," he replied.

I spluttered at this and stood up. "Look, Kingsley, I am so grateful for this opportunity, but I'm not entirely an impartial person to Potter."

"I know. I know that as children you didn't get along at all seeing as you were on opposite sides of the war. But, I also know that you feel differently towards him now and I believe that out of anyone you are both close to him, but not so close that you couldn't do your best work. I think that you will do anything in your power to find him, but I also know that you'll keep a cool head while you're looking for him unlike Mister Weasley. Plus, his flat was shrouded in dark magic. I'm sure you felt it," he explained.

I shuddered. Yes, I had felt it, but I didn't want to acknowledge that it was there. "The second I got past all his wards, I felt it. Look, I can already tell you right now that whoever went after him, knew him. His wards were in place. I was able to break through each of them, but that is only because most of them were auror type wards and I'm fairly good at dismantling wards. Aside from that though, Potter would have sensed danger and known that his wards were being taken down. Whoever did this knew him and had been to his flat before. I am certain of that."

Shacklebolt steepled his fingers and nodded. "Exactly why you're in charge. Find him, Draco. Bring him back to us," he ordered, his voice cracking.

I nodded. I couldn't say no. I would find Potter, and I would bring him home, one way or another.