Tittle: Lovers
Notes: Story is not beta read so it might have few misspells if someone is interest in doing it email me
Chapter One: New Recruit
"Are you sure this is what you want to sign up for?"
"I am tired of all of you asking the same shit, yes I am." He said as he slam the quill he was using to sign down on top the parchment and slide the parchment angrily to the man behind the desk.
The tall black skin bald man looked sternly at him in his usual purple robes, while taking the parchment, his dark brown eyes never leaving the other man. " It is something we always ask to every member who joins," he said in a strong tone.
"Or is it because my family were Death Eater Shacklebolt?"
Kingsley Shacklebolt rolled his eyes at the blond man dressed in black suit, while he pinched his tongue between his back teeth, "It is a precaution after all we-"
"Oh for Merlin's sake, "The blonde man said standing up from his chair as he ran his hand over his blonde hair reaching his shoulder. "He is gone! And you know damn well how much our family did to help everyone through the recovery!"
Shacklebolt brought his hand to his forehead, massaging his temples at the process, "And we appreciate that Malfoy but we are trying to prevent a Dark war-"
The blonde whirled over to face him and slammed both his hands to the desk making the black ink on the desk tremble at the process; he leaned over to the black man his cold gray eyes staring fiercely, "Do I look like the type of fool who would start a war? I couldn't even stand up to him years ago! Hell I even had problems standing up to my father!" he backed away from the desk and slumped to the chair again.
"I am merely trying to help here Shacklebolt, Those bastard made my childhood life miserable. I want them to pay for all I went through as a kid, all my mother had to cry her eyes out for my safety!" He place his hand on his forehead, the tip of his thumb and first finger pressing on his closed eyes, massaging.
Shacklebolt looked at the blonde and sighed, dipping his quill on the black in and writing down on the parchment. "Fine," he said slowly, "But-"
But before he could finish his sentence the door opened abruptly and a figure came in, "I'm really sorry I'm late, my wife hold me up-" The figure stopped abruptly when he noticed the blond man sitting on the chair in front of Shacklebolt's desk, both looking at him.
"Oh Im sorry, did I interrupted something?" he asked a faint blush appearing on this cheeks.
Shacklebolt shook his head, standing up, "Not at all Mr. Potter, you're just in time!"
Harry Potter looked between Shacklebolt and the blonde with a confused expression, "I thought you wanted me to meet the new recruit."
"Yes you are," Shacklebolt said, gesturing to the blonde who was looking at the floor, "Draco Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy looked up to the black haired man with a timid glance. He remember the man when he was a boy and the fact is that he barely changed. There was still the messy black top but longer, reaching his shoulders, his deep green emerald eyes that shine with innocence and the slightly tanned skin. The round glasses were no longer flimsy and halfway broken and the strong lightning bolt scar was still lingering on his forehead, like a brand of existence. The only thing that changed about the boy was he grown taller, broader and his face was more the resemblance of a matured man.
While him, he was still rather short, maybe around two to three inches shorter than Harry but the same feminine appearance since school slightly bigger, tighter but muscular and as his wife always says hot dying appearance. His blonde hair did grow over the years, and Draco decided to keep it reaching a bit past his shoulder, not parallel but rather wild. Few of his hair would fall over his gray eyes, cheeks and the remaining held by a ribbon behind his neck.
He always dresses on his usual black attire that mainly consists of suits or black sweater, either turtle neck or round neck, black pants and fine black boots. While Harry usually wore different clothes styles of variety of colors that always seems to intensify his green eyes.
Like the light green sweater with a brown coat and brown khakis. Draco caught himself checking out the other man's outfit and blushed, looking away from the man.
"Malfoy sir?" Harry asked, as he sat on the chair beside the blonde, glancing slightly to Malfoy and back at Shacklebolt. "I thought you said about a new recruit for Saturday's mission."
Shacklebolt chuckled, "I reassigned Weasley to those matter with the new recruit. Now," he added when Harry started to open his mouth, "I have a mission for you."
"Few reports, " he continued as he took a long parchment from one of his drawers from his desk and opening it on top the table, " recalled strange events around this area," he said pointing out with his wand now at his hand. "That adds uses of Dark Spells."
Harry leaned over a bit to the desk just as Draco did, "That's where," Harry started to say but Draco cut in, finishing his sentence.
"Where Tom Riddle used to live."
"And it was told to serve as Voldemort's first hideouts," Shacklebolt added, "Since you know Voldemort better than anyone, I'm sending you in Potter."
Shacklebolt looked over to Malfoy before the blonde could muster a word, "Mr. Malfoy signed up to become an Auror, Potter. You will serve as his evaluator to pass the test. I couldn't though of a better situation to place Mr. Malfoy on the test."
"Isn't this too dangerous for a starter?" Harry asked, his green eyes glance hastily to the blonde and back at Shacklebolt.
Draco felt his inside boil a little, "I can handle dark wizards pretty well as you handle Quidditch Potter."
Shacklebolt leaned over his desk looking at both men, "Well then, Let's see what Mr. Malfoy is capable of Potter."
To be continued
Notes: This story's idea came after watching the last Hp7 movie and seeing Naruto Shippuden Opening 9 song. English Translation is here. I might do some artwork later on. Right now im working on a 3d model of Grown up Draco Malfoy from Al Rubio Moreno
Now that you have shed your tears
Like a sobbing child
Even if tomorrow is unforeseeable I will protect you
It looks like the summer sky is crying
Just to pretend to be strong you couldn't show your tears
Despite that you were really scared
In a way with out losing important things
Desperately, I have out run it
It's always been a long night and the both of us have climbed over it.
Because of how we are now together
It's okay for you to stop pretending
Now that you have shed your tears
Like a sobbing child
Even if tomorrow is unforeseeable I will go forward
It looks like the summer sky is holding out
It looks like the summer sky is crying
