Title: Infatuation
Part: 1/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
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"Dammit!" Harry dropped his head into his hands and sighed heavily.
"Harry? What's wrong!?" Hermione's voice was filled with worry, as it usually was when something upset Harry. She rushed over to him and sat next to him.
"What happened?" Harry looked at the paper he was holding and the dots moving around it. "I lost him. I can't find him...somehow he just...disappeared off the map." He looked at the map again, reading the names of the dots floating slowly across it. After his 7th year, Harry got into Auror training and with the help of the Marauder's Map, he helped invent a way to follow and find Death Eaters, before they could harm anyone else.
Hermione grabbed the map from Harry. "Maybe we should call our undercover auror and see if he has found anything out. We haven't heard anything from him in a while." Hermione stood up and walked back to her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment. "I'm going to use a Ministry owl, maybe it will get there faster than a normal owl would get it there." Harry looked at her in question. "Who is undercover? There is something you aren't telling me, isn't there?" He let his thoughts run as to who he thought could be undercover with Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Suddenly, the answer seemed very clear to him. "You're sending an owl to Malfoy?! How do you know he's even still on our side? I mean, being in with the Death Eaters is bad enough, but to have him snooping around with Voldemort himself?!" Harry jumped up and started pacing around the room, muttering to himself.
"There's a reason I never told you, and your reaction is exactly how I thought it was going to be." Hermione stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Harry in exasperation. "Maybe you should start trusting some people a little better. You're right, we don't know if he is still on our side. We don't know if he ever was. But working here, you have to learn to trust someone." With that said she turned around, grabbed the parchment and headed for the door. "I'll owl you tomorrow and let you know what's going on." She walked out and closed his office door behind her.
Harry walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. The long hours at the Ministry were really taking their toll on him. His hair was messier than usual, there were bags under his eyes, and he looked like he lost weight in a very short amount of time. He did what he had to do in the bathroom, and decided to call it a day. It was already 6:30pm and he was starving. He decided to see if Ron was busy.
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The two friends sat down at a small table inside a small pub in Diagon Alley. "Butterbeer, Harry?" Ron asked, signaling a waitress at the same time. After their drinks and their food were ordered, they sat and talked. "Did you know Malfoy is undercover for the Ministry? He's in there among the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself." Harry looked at Ron and noticed him wincing at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. "Sorry, mate. I forget you're still touchy about his name." Ron took a big gulp of butterbeer and swallowed. "I am NOT touchy about his name. I just don't like it." He said, red slowly creeping up his face. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Malfoy is undercover? How do they know he hasn't switched sides?" Ron said, in a voice filled with shock. "I know, that's what I asked Hermione, but she told me that she didn't know either and that I need to learn to trust people in the Ministry." Ron snorted, "Women." Harry laughed and watched Ron's facial expressions. "Women think you can trust anyone. Well, I don't. I only trust you and maybe Bill or Charlie. That's it though." Ron grabbed his butterbeer and downed half of it.
After their food arrived, the two young men ate and chatted, mostly about the memories from school and what they had been doing with work and such. Harry was actually happy that night. They walked down the street until they both were yawning. "Well mate, I think I'm going to head on back to my place. I'm dead tired." Ron said, giving Harry a half-salute. "Me too. I'll see you tomorrow at work, Ron. Goodnight!" Harry started walking back towards the ministry. He stopped in front of the entrance and decided to go home. He could work more tomorrow.
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Harry walked into his office early the next morning. He had not slept well the night before. Hedwig was perched on his desk, pecking at paperclips, waiting for an owl treat. "Okay, okay, hold on!" He said to her as he removed the letter and handed her a treat. Harry J. Potter, Auror was written on the front of the envelope. He sat at his desk and grabbed his letter opener. He used it to gently peel the Ministry Of Magic seal off the back of the envelope. He read quickly and quietly.
Dearest Harry,
I do hope your dinner with Ron went well last night. You need to relax. You look like you haven't slept in...Wait, sorry. I'm getting off track. I contacted Malfoy. He will be arriving here in London sometime this afternoon, although he didn't say where. I hope you can set aside your hatred of him and try and get this sorted out, so that we can once again try and find He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and defeat him once and for all. I will be down later to talk to you.
With Love,
Hermione J. Granger
Harry smiled to himself and set the paper down on his desk and leaned back in the chair. "Well, at least I have a little while to get used to the idea of working with the stupid git." Harry said softly, as he sat in the chair and thought about what his day would hold.
"Long time no see, eh Potter?" A voice spat out from behind Harry.
Harry jumped, causing the chair to tip backwards and Harry to land on the floor on his back. When he opened his eyes, all he seen was the cold gray stare of Malfoy.
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Part: 1/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
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"Dammit!" Harry dropped his head into his hands and sighed heavily.
"Harry? What's wrong!?" Hermione's voice was filled with worry, as it usually was when something upset Harry. She rushed over to him and sat next to him.
"What happened?" Harry looked at the paper he was holding and the dots moving around it. "I lost him. I can't find him...somehow he just...disappeared off the map." He looked at the map again, reading the names of the dots floating slowly across it. After his 7th year, Harry got into Auror training and with the help of the Marauder's Map, he helped invent a way to follow and find Death Eaters, before they could harm anyone else.
Hermione grabbed the map from Harry. "Maybe we should call our undercover auror and see if he has found anything out. We haven't heard anything from him in a while." Hermione stood up and walked back to her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment. "I'm going to use a Ministry owl, maybe it will get there faster than a normal owl would get it there." Harry looked at her in question. "Who is undercover? There is something you aren't telling me, isn't there?" He let his thoughts run as to who he thought could be undercover with Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Suddenly, the answer seemed very clear to him. "You're sending an owl to Malfoy?! How do you know he's even still on our side? I mean, being in with the Death Eaters is bad enough, but to have him snooping around with Voldemort himself?!" Harry jumped up and started pacing around the room, muttering to himself.
"There's a reason I never told you, and your reaction is exactly how I thought it was going to be." Hermione stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Harry in exasperation. "Maybe you should start trusting some people a little better. You're right, we don't know if he is still on our side. We don't know if he ever was. But working here, you have to learn to trust someone." With that said she turned around, grabbed the parchment and headed for the door. "I'll owl you tomorrow and let you know what's going on." She walked out and closed his office door behind her.
Harry walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. The long hours at the Ministry were really taking their toll on him. His hair was messier than usual, there were bags under his eyes, and he looked like he lost weight in a very short amount of time. He did what he had to do in the bathroom, and decided to call it a day. It was already 6:30pm and he was starving. He decided to see if Ron was busy.
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The two friends sat down at a small table inside a small pub in Diagon Alley. "Butterbeer, Harry?" Ron asked, signaling a waitress at the same time. After their drinks and their food were ordered, they sat and talked. "Did you know Malfoy is undercover for the Ministry? He's in there among the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself." Harry looked at Ron and noticed him wincing at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. "Sorry, mate. I forget you're still touchy about his name." Ron took a big gulp of butterbeer and swallowed. "I am NOT touchy about his name. I just don't like it." He said, red slowly creeping up his face. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Malfoy is undercover? How do they know he hasn't switched sides?" Ron said, in a voice filled with shock. "I know, that's what I asked Hermione, but she told me that she didn't know either and that I need to learn to trust people in the Ministry." Ron snorted, "Women." Harry laughed and watched Ron's facial expressions. "Women think you can trust anyone. Well, I don't. I only trust you and maybe Bill or Charlie. That's it though." Ron grabbed his butterbeer and downed half of it.
After their food arrived, the two young men ate and chatted, mostly about the memories from school and what they had been doing with work and such. Harry was actually happy that night. They walked down the street until they both were yawning. "Well mate, I think I'm going to head on back to my place. I'm dead tired." Ron said, giving Harry a half-salute. "Me too. I'll see you tomorrow at work, Ron. Goodnight!" Harry started walking back towards the ministry. He stopped in front of the entrance and decided to go home. He could work more tomorrow.
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Harry walked into his office early the next morning. He had not slept well the night before. Hedwig was perched on his desk, pecking at paperclips, waiting for an owl treat. "Okay, okay, hold on!" He said to her as he removed the letter and handed her a treat. Harry J. Potter, Auror was written on the front of the envelope. He sat at his desk and grabbed his letter opener. He used it to gently peel the Ministry Of Magic seal off the back of the envelope. He read quickly and quietly.
Dearest Harry,
I do hope your dinner with Ron went well last night. You need to relax. You look like you haven't slept in...Wait, sorry. I'm getting off track. I contacted Malfoy. He will be arriving here in London sometime this afternoon, although he didn't say where. I hope you can set aside your hatred of him and try and get this sorted out, so that we can once again try and find He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and defeat him once and for all. I will be down later to talk to you.
With Love,
Hermione J. Granger
Harry smiled to himself and set the paper down on his desk and leaned back in the chair. "Well, at least I have a little while to get used to the idea of working with the stupid git." Harry said softly, as he sat in the chair and thought about what his day would hold.
"Long time no see, eh Potter?" A voice spat out from behind Harry.
Harry jumped, causing the chair to tip backwards and Harry to land on the floor on his back. When he opened his eyes, all he seen was the cold gray stare of Malfoy.
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