A/N: This came to me at work one day, and I just recently finished it. Please R&R.
The Object of Obsession
Chapter 1: Mysterious Murder
"Potter, what exactly are you doing here at my desk? Did you get lost on the way to yours?" Draco Malfoy hissed.
"I came by to give you a message. Shacklebolt wants to see you in his office immediately." Harry said coolly.
"What's all this about anyways, Potter?" He drawled, getting up from his desk.
"How in the hell am I supposed to know? Do I look like a bloody mind reader to you?"
"I didn't think you were capable of reading at all." Malfoy laughed, making his way to Kingsley Shackle bolt's office.
"Sod off, Malfoy", Harry mumbled as he returned back to his desk, next to Ron's.
"What's the mission, mate?" Ron asked, glancing up from his paper work.
"Remember Colin Creevy?" Harry asked, with a sad look on his face.
"Yeah".
"Well, he was found dead at the Leaky Cauldron last night around two." Harry explained.
"Any clues", asked Ron?
"Just an issue of the Daily Prophet from yesterday", responded Harry. "Shacklebolt wants me to apparate from the Ministry to the Creevy's flat in London so I could ask Dennis a few questions and hopefully get some more information on what happened."
"What all do you know?" Ron questioned.
"Just that he was probably poisoned. The bartender Tom found his body at around 2:00 AM, and he had an issue of the Daily Prophet, which went to his parents." Harry explained.
"Strange", muttered Ron.
"Very", replied Harry.
"Potter, you filthy arsehole! This is all of your fault", hissed Draco Malfoy.
"What the hell are you on about, Malfoy?" Harry growled.
"That stupid Gryffindor with the camera was found dead this morning!" He exclaimed, glaring daggers at Harry.
"Why does this concern you? Did you kill him?" Harry asked.
"Of course I didn't do it, you bloody git, but the Ministry thinks I am suspicious and wants you to keep an eye on me, during the investigation, meaning we will work together." The blonde scolded.
"You blame me, because Shacklebolt is pairing us up." Harry snickered.
"Yes! I hate you, Potter, and I despise working with you!" Malfoy grumbled.
"Likewise", Harry muttered, secretly enjoying the opportunity to become partners with Malfoy.
"Well, since we are on this case together I think the first thing we should do is…."Malfoy began.
"I am apparating to the Creevy's flat this evening at five. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron fifteen minutes earlier, and if you are not there I am leaving with out you. I don't care, but it would be in your best interest to be present." Harry informed boldly.
"Arsehole", mumbled Malfoy as he made his way back to his desk.
"Wow, Harry, you're bloody brilliant", exclaimed Ron.
"Shut it Ron!"
"I was just going to say, I really thought you did hate Malfoy instead of trying to get your hand inside his trousers."
"I'll be doing more than putting my hand in his trousers before this case is over." Harry said determinedly.
"It's about time mate. You've been at t his since our fifth year at Hogwarts, and nothing has happened yet. I really thought your fixation with Malfoy would dissolve as years went on, but it actually turned out the other way around; it grew stronger. You became more determined and focused on Malfoy than ever before. And just to be a bit honest with you, mate, it's a bit scary." Ron explained.
"Since we are on this case together I am sure I will finally get what I have always wanted." Harry snickered, as he gathered up his things. "I'm off to my flat and then to Leaky Cauldron. I will floo you later."
"Later, Harry. Good luck with your mission." Ron grinned widely.
Harry soon arrived at his flat in London; he was smirking uncontrollably now because so far his plan was progressing well. He had manipulated Shacklebolt into pairing Malfoy up with him, by telling Shacklebolt that he thought there was some evidence against Malfoy and it would be best if some one kept a close watch on him, with out him knowing it. And what better way to do that then to assign Malfoy to a case with Harry Potter; it was truly turning out well.
Ron was right, Harry's obsession for Malfoy was not going to go away until he did something about it and tonight he was determined to make some kind of small attempt in achieving his goal. Harry could recall when Draco first became the object for his obsession; it was during 5th year at Hogwarts when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the blonde naked in the Quidditch changing rooms. His body looked like delicate porcelain that would shatter if handled roughly. Soon, every movement, every glare, every smirk that Draco intrigued Harry, and late at night before he went to sleep, Harry would wank him self violently until he collapsed as thought of the Slytherin Prince played through his mind like a movie.
He done the same thing ever morning in the shower and before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast, he would always check his Marauders Map to see where Malfoy was; sometimes Harry would appear in the same place as Malfoy, acting as if he couldn't stand the blonde, but in all honesty; he just showed up so he could see Malfoy. Most of the time Harry confronted Malfoy, his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle were with him, and they merely laughed at the Gryffindor boy. But on one occasion, Harry caught sight of something more. Draco was pressed against the cold stone wall by a slender looking girl with ebony black hair. It turned out that Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were participating in a very snogging session. The scene had turned Harry's stomach as anger boiled through his veins; he ran back to the Gryffindor tower, cursing Parkinson with every breath. How dare she do something like that!? Draco Malfoy was his!! He just had to find a way to inform Malfoy of that last bit.
Now a little over two years had passed and Harry was working as an auror alongside Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. His fascination with the blonde only intensified; he was constantly and secretly watching him. At work Harry always needed to know what Malfoy was up to.
In the past Harry even went out with Ginny but that didn't work because every time he kissed her, he saw the face and silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Ginny would often yell at Harry and throw fits because he would not have sex with her. It's not like he was saving him self for Malfoy, but the idea of having sex with Ginny, hell any woman for that matter, disgusted Harry deeply, because they really didn't have the proper equipment to satisfy Harry. After he broke up with Ginny, Harry decided to try and let go of his obsession with Malfoy; he figured that nothing would ever come of his fantasies anyway. But now that Malfoy was working as an auror, his obsession only grew. The more Harry watched him; the more he wanted him all to himself.
Glancing at his watch, Harry realized that he had less than ten minuets to make it to Leaky Cauldron. With one last look in the mirror he disapparated from his flat. He appeared just outside the pub. Entering slowly; Harry searched for a certain blonde, who he spotted in the back drinking some fire whiskey, no doubt. Harry stared intently, admiring his raw beauty from afar. To him, Malfoy was like some sort of trophy he was trying to compete for, and once he had won, oh yes, Harry would definitely win, he would show Malfoy off to the public, letting them know that he belonged to Harry and no one else. Taking a deep breath, Harry strode calmly towards Malfoy's table.
"Potter, you're nearly five minutes late and yet you harped on me to be on time", Malfoy hissed.
Harry cast Malfoy an evil glare, locking eyes with him. The grey orbs that were staring back t him held so much emotion and passion. They were so intense, Harry could almost read his soul, if he stared long and hard enough. Harry swore that there was some kind of magical connection between them, the very moment their eyes met.
"Potter, what is the matter with you?" Malfoy snapped, bringing Harry back to reality.
"Thinking", replied Harry distractedly.
"I had no idea that you could produce any kind of thought." The blonde smirked.
That smirk captivated Harry years ago; it was always one of his favorite attributes about Malfoy; that was until he caught sight of him naked. Then other areas of Malfoy's body became more intriguing than that damned smirk. Before Harry allowed him self to get carried away by thoughts of a naked Malfoy, he got up from his chair and went over to ask the bartender if he knew any information about the Creevy murder.
"The pub was packed. There were too many people, and Tom was working that night; he said he didn't know anything about the case." Harry said professionally. "Now we floo the Creevy's."
"Bugger", muttered Malfoy.
The Creevy's house was made of brick and it was some what smaller than the Dursley's but they had a garden full of roses of every color. Harry stood there admiring the different shades of roses; every few seconds he would glare back at Malfoy as if comparing the two. Amongst all the brightly colored flowers, Malfoy stood out the most. Roses always died, in Harry's opinion. Malfoy was much prettier to look at, but both the rose and the blonde had a few similarities. The petals of the rose was silky smooth just like Malfoy's pale skin appeared to be and they were both very fragile. If you handled a rose to roughly, the petals would float to the ground, killing it; its beauty gone and all it stood for would be destroyed. Malfoy would break like glass, shattering everything Harry loved about him. Who he was what he stood for, his personality would all be gone then there would be nothing left except the hollow body of a man who was everything to Harry, just as the rose would be an ordinary stem, no longer special or unique, just bland like any other common weed. But to Harry, Draco was much more than any old common weed.
"Let's go inside; they'll be expecting us." Harry said with a dreamy smile on his face.
Draco nervously followed Harry inside, with one glance back at the rose garden; he couldn't help but wonder what was going through Potter's head.
"Hello, Harry. Kingsley Shackelbolt did inform us that you would be stopping by." Mrs. Creevey said gently, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.
"This is my…er…my partner, Draco Malfoy." Harry stammered.
"Mr. Malfoy, all of those rumors about you and the dark side…" Mrs. Creevey began.
"I am on the light side." He replied coldly, glaring daggers at Harry.
"Mr. and Mrs. Creevey, I have come here today in hopes that I could find your son's killer. Is there any clues you could provide me with?" Harry asked professionally.
"His camera was smashed into bits at the rime scene. The only thing we have is this edition of the Daily Prophet." Mrs. Creevey said calmly, handing the paper to Harry.
"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Creevey said with a bright smile.
Reading the front page, Harry thought his heart exploded into bits as a wave of jealousy and anger surged over him immediately. His fists clenched together as a mixture of emotion consumed him. The headline read in big bold letters: MALFOY HEIR SOON TO WED PUREBLOOD PRINCESS PANSY A. PARKINSON. DATE SOON TO BE ANNOUNCED.
A picture of Malfoy and Parkinson graced the center of the page. The two were hand in hand wearing bright smiles. Draco was in his finest black suit and Pansy was wearing a dark green dress. Harry thought that Pansy looked like a corpse with her ebony black hair and snow white skin that clung to her bones, but then again maybe that was just wishful thinking.
"Thank you, Mr. Creevey." Draco replied coolly.
Harry was losing control of him self, if they didn't change the subject then he would begin attacking Malfoy. His heart thudded in his chest as he watched the photo repeatedly; Pansy swung her arms around Malfoy and kissed him gently on the cheek. Harry's insides were boiling now as he held back the urge to scream.
"Bitch! He's mine! Get the fuck off! He doesn't belong to you!" Harry's hands itched to rip the paper into shreds as he tried hard not to look at Malfoy, because then he would act, and most violently.
"Is there any other evidence that you know of?" Harry choked out.
"I am afraid that's all we have at the time." Mrs. Creevey said.
"However, Dennis left this package for you. He said that you would be expecting it." Mr. Creevey said suspiciously.
Harry immediately took the package knowing what was inside. It contained pictures of Malfoy that Colin had taken for Harry a few days ago. He would look at the pictures when he had more private time, for now the package rested in his lap.
"Thank you, Mr. Creevey", Harry murmured.
"I can't help but feel as if you helped my son get killed", Mrs. Creevey said grimly.
"I assure both of you that your son and I were on good terms. He was just helping me with a project." Harry explained.
"Of course, my dear. I have just been so stressed and depressed. I do apologize. I just want my son's killer in Azkaban", she wept.
"If that is all, we shall be leaving." Harry said.
"Please contact us with any information." Mr. Creevey said sternly.
"Will do, and if you guys find any thing else, please let us know as well. I bid both of you a good day." Harry responded as Malfoy followed him out.
Once outside Harry erupted like a volcano that has been dormant for centuries. Everything was beyond Harry's control; he couldn't hold back any longer.
"MALFOY! You're engaged to that piggish slut?! How could you?" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs; his face screwed up and all red with his chest heaving in and out heavily and his nostrils flaring.
"Potter? What are you getting at? You are truly insane!" Malfoy said quizzically. "Besides my personal life is none of your business!"
Harry inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, calming down and coming to his senses. He just stood there wanting to shout, "You should be with me not that daft bint!"
"Seriously, Potter what are you playing at?" Draco hissed.
"She's horrible. I don't like her." He said grinding his teeth together.
"Do you have some one better in mind that you would like to see me with?" He snorted.
"Yes, me, you should be with me!" Harry wanted to scream, but instead mumbled, "It's none of my business."
"That's what I thought, Potter." He laughed. "Why did my engagement upset you anyways?"
"I fucking love you! That's why it upset me!! You just don't seem like the marrying type." Harry muttered.
"Well, I do want to settle down and raise a family." Malfoy replied. "What's in the box?"
"Pictures Colin took for me a few days ago." Harry answered honestly.
"Naked photos of the Weaslette I assume", Draco snickered.
"No, don't go for females." Harry confessed bluntly.
"What? Potter you're a poof? Damn and why haven't I heard this before?" Malfoy exclaimed.
"Because you never talk to me." Harry deadpanned, glaring at the blonde.
"So how big is the Weasel?" He snarled.
"Shut up Malfoy. I am going home and just so you know I prefer tall, thin blonde men." Harry replied with an evil smirk on his face as he disappeared with a CRACK!
