Hey everyone. I havent written anything for a while, so forgive me if Im a little rusty. This is my first H/D story, so please please bare with me. I actually have no idea where Im going with this, I just know that I have been wanting to write my own HD story for a while. So anyway I hope people like it. So heres chapter 1, and please R&R!! Enjoy :-)

Nessa

Chapter 1

Harry sat in his small cubicle, staring at the clock, dreading this day more than any other day. He knew for a while this would happen. It was inevitable. Ever since that bloody prat began working as an Auror, Harry knew he would eventually have to work along side him.

For a while he had been able to avoid it, but once the disappearances started, his boss felt it necessary for the "Top Two Aurors" should be working together.

Harry huffed and swiped his hair out of his face. Top two his arse. Harry was a good wizard. He had always fought on the good side. His new partner, however, had not. So how in the hell had he gotten the reputation of a top Auror?

Harry was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed someone standing at the entrance of his cubicle, staring at him.

"Well Potter, daydreaming on the job are we?" Malfoy asked with a smirk on his face.

Harry looked up and saw Malfoy leaning against the cubicle wall. He had on a nice pair of black pants, and a white dress shirt with the top few buttons left open. Harry shook his head, wondering why he had even noticed what Malfoy was wearing. He looked at the blonde and scowled.

"Malfoy," he addressed him coldly.

"Well Potter, lets get this job done with," Malfoy said, glancing the watch on his wrist.

"In a hurry to get rid of me?" Harry asked feeling a little irritated. Why exactly did Malfoy find it so bad to be around him?

Draco looked at him and smirked.

"Aw is wittle Potter's feelings hurt?" He asked before laughing.

Harry frowned and stood up, grabbing his coat.

"Let's go," he said, moving past Malfoy and walking down the hall.

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Harry and Draco sat across from each other at a muggle café. Draco was looking at the muggles with a disgusted look on his face, like he might catch some infectious disease if they got too close to him. He looked at the waitress that was approaching them, and scooted over so he was pressed against the window.

"Hi, my name's Wendy. What would you two like?" she said, smiling.

"Two coffees please," Harry said sweetly and watched her walk away.

"Tell me again why we're here," Draco said, still looking around.

Harry rolled his eyes and looked across the table at the blonde.

"I told you. Hannah was last seen here. We are looking for clues."

Draco looked out the window like a pouting child.

"Well I don't see why the mighty Chosen One needs my assistance," he said, looking back over at Harry.

Harry glared at him, choosing ignoring him was easier than trying to retort.

"Here you are," the waitress said in a monotone voice, setting the drinks in front of them and walking away.

Harry picked up his mug and let the liquid touch his lips before pulling his head back and setting the mug back down.

Draco watched him and laughed slightly.

"Too hot Potter?" he drawled.

Potter narrowed his eyes.

"Shut it Malfoy," he said, slowly losing his ability to put up with the stupid git. "I don't see you drinking yours," he added, noticing Malfoy hadn't even looked at his.

Draco glanced at the steaming mug in front of him.

"I'm not drinking that filth," he said.

"Oh what, are you scared?" Harry teased.

Malfoy looked at Harry for a moment before picking up the coffee and taking a long swig of it, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

He set the cup down and looked at it with curiosity.

"Not half bad," he commented.

Harry smiled slightly.

"See y-"

"For muggle coffee," Draco added, with a smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes once again and sighed. Harry looked to the left toward the counter and suddenly noticed something.

Their waitress was just sitting behind the counter staring ahead blankly. Harry looked around at the other people in the café. There was a little girl whining to her mother, a young teenage couple, a bunch of business looking guys, and a man sitting by himself. Harry could see his face, since it was hidden by a blue baseball cap.

Harry looked back at the waitress and realized she was heading toward his table.

"More coffee?" she asked.

Draco nodded, pushing his mug toward her. She refilled his glass and looked at Harry expectantly.

"No thanks," he said, looking down at his untouched drink.

He watched the waitress walk back over to the counter and sit with that same blank stare. Harry turned back around and watched as Malfoy took another large gulp of coffee.

Malfoy smacked his lips after he finished his second cup of coffee.

"You're awfully quiet Potter," he commented, as he looked at the Gryffindor.

Harry nodded as he looked back at the waitress who had once again gotten up and headed over to their booth.

"More coffee?" she asked.

"No thank you," he said politely.

"But your cup is empty handsome," she said, batting her eye lashes.

Draco smirked and pushed his cup toward her.

"Well I guess a little more wont hurt," he said as she filled up his mug once again.

"Of course not," she said and walked away.

Harry watched her, trying to understand why he had that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked back at Malfoy who was about to take another sip of coffee when it finally clicked.

"Malfoy no!" Harry yelled suddenly, knocking the coffee out of Draco's hands and all over his crisp white shirt.

Malfoy yelped and jumped out of the booth.

"What the bloody hell is the matter with you Potter?" Draco yelled, looking furious.

Harry quickly stood up and muttered a potion detecting spell. Sure enough the color of the coffee stain on Draco's shirt changed to red.

"What the-" Draco started, but stopped himself as he realized why Harry did what he did.

Draco mumbled something that sounded like 'shit' and turned to find the waitress.

"Stupid fucking muggles," he said, prepared to attack the helpless waitress.

"No," Harry said, putting an arm out in front of him.

Harry looked over and saw the man with the baseball cap on, walking out the door.

"Come on," Harry said, hurrying after the man.

Draco grabbed his jacket and quickly followed Harry outside.

Once outside, Harry broke into a run, chasing the man down a deserted alleyway.

Harry had nearly caught up when he heard the loud 'crack' and saw the man disappear.

"Shit!" he yelled, stopping to catch his breath.

"Potter what the hell is wrong with you?" Malfoy yelled.

Harry looked at him questioningly.

"Do you want to tell me why you didn't try to stop him?" he asked angrily.

Harry thought for a moment and mentally slapped himself in the face. Why the hell hadn't he used a spell to stop him or disarm him?

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking about that. I was just thinking about catching him," he said honestly, feeling extremely idiotic.

"Well way to go. We were so close, and now he probably won't resurface for a while," He said, hitting the wall.

Harry sighed and looked down at the ground. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him? This wasn't like him. Why hadn't he noticed something was wrong sooner?

With those thoughts in mind he stood up and apparated to the Ministry, hoping his boss would kill him.