Disclaimer: I own none of this Harry Potter stuff, anything you recognize from the books or the movies is not mine. I can only claim the spell, the club, and Tric (and her family).

AN: None of this is Betaed, I'm the only one who's edited it so sorry for any mistakes.

Also some of my phrases might be odd, this is 'cause while my dad grew up in America my mother grew up in England and I've learned a mixture of phrases from the both of them so sorry if it gets confusing sometimes, I confuse me too.

Chapter 4: Tattoo By Coffee

Dragon's Den closed around four am and by five it was cleared up and all the employees had left. Mark stood staring at the seat where earlier Harry Potter had sat the only thought running through his head was 'bloody hell, they were in my club, I hope to Merlin none of them recognized me.' After standing there like a statue for over ten minutes Mark Willasin turned and strode out, locking the door behind himself.

Just a few blocks away he entered an apartment building, rode the lift to the third floor and let himself into his flat. Slamming the door he walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. Walking down the hall he stepped into the nearest bedroom, pushed the occupant off the bed and yelled "HONEY, I'M HOME" right in her ear before darting out the door and back into the kitchen cackling madly all the way.

"GODDAMNIT, you little DEMON SPAWN! It's fucking FIVE AM," grouched the young woman in boxers and a tee shirt who stumbled into the kitchen. Then after glancing at the clock she turned and stared.

"You are over fifteen minutes late mister. What happened last night at your Den," she asked.

"A group from my Hogwarts days came to the club."

"Shit, old friends or enemies?"

"I had far more enemies, you know that Tric."

"So not friends then, want me to take a few days of working the bar for you?"

"What about the Parlor?"

"Well, you've got the training and I know you've done it before so it's legit for you to take my place. If you want we can trade for a few weeks just to make sure they either don't come back or they didn't recognize you."

"You know I hate giving people tattoos. But you're right, oh mighty and wonderful Tric, you have a brilliant plan. Would you like some coffee as a reward?" Mark asked as he turned to the pot on the counter.

"Oh, don't snark at me Draco. I'm saving your arse here. Yes coffee would be wonderful. Thanks," she tossed back as she pulled a cup out of the cupboard and handed it to him.

"Can you start tonight if I take half your shift today? I probably should get some rest, not that it wouldn't be hilarious to fall asleep while giving someone a tattoo," he responded, smoothly handing her the full mug in exchange for the second cup she'd pulled out of the cupboard.

"Yeah, go get some rest. You can take over my shift after lunch, pick me up at noon and we'll have lunch together. Dress Goth this time, or punk, either is cool but you gotta fit in with the others at the Parlor. You stand out too much the way you normally dress yourself Malfoy," she leered at the man just as he raised his cup of coffee to his lips.

"Merlin, never say that vile name in front of me. EVER!" spat Mark, glaring at his flat mate.

"Go to bed Mr. Grumpy," Tric waved over her shoulder as she headed back to her room to change. "And don't be late!"

"Good day to you too," sighing he walked farther down the hall and slipped into his own bedroom.


At 11:59 Mark stalked into a Tattoo Parlor that claimed 'tattoos for every kind of person' in the window. While earlier he had been dressed nicely but in no distinct style now his clothes screamed Goth, right down to the accessories, he even had on a small amount of black eyeliner. Marching over to an exceedingly Goth-ed out girl behind the counter, who had short hot pink and black spiky hair, black lipstick, black eyeliner, and dark grey eye shadow to go along with her black and grey outfit and clunky steel toed boots, he glared at her.

"Well Honey, don't you clean up well," she drawled out at him.

"Yes Tric, I do know how to dress myself. I can even follow your demands sometimes," rolling his eyes he tilted his head in a questioning manner. "Shall we head out to lunch now?"

"Sure, let me tell my boss." Mark winced as she hollered out her impending lunch break towards the back rooms and received a yell of consent back.

The two headed to the food court of a nearby mall, chatting about mutual friends and sharing funny customer anecdotes. After ordering and receiving their food they made their way to a secluded table and spread out on either side.

"So tell me which 'not friends' of yours I'm on the lookout for tonight."

"Well You-Know-Who came and chatted to me almost the whole night."

"Lord Voldemort came to your club?" She looked skeptically across the table.

"No you dolt it was Him, the Him whose name we actually don't speak." Mark rolled his eyes at her.

"Ah, so this is a Potter problem."

"Yes it's that kind of problem. I'd be dead already if it was a Voldemort problem."

"So I'm looking for a hot guy with green eyes and a scar. Anyone else Honey," she smirked condescendingly.

"I saw four Weasleys, two twins, Ginny and Ron, Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, two girls with the twins, Lee Jordan, you don't know him but he's got dreadlocks and he's with Ginny, and Him. There were eleven of them total. I think they were all celebrating His birthday. But they were all paired off and spent most of the night dancing with their partners. The only ones who really saw me, besides Him, were the twins." He easily recalled the group that had shocked him just last night.

"So most of the redheads and some assorted friends, got it. Don't worry, if they thought they recognized you and they come back I'll tell 'em we went to school together years ago. That'll put a wrench in their timeline, they'll probably think it was during Hogwarts and thus impossible for you to be Draco."

"Please don't say that name in public. You never know who could be listening," he begged.

Glancing over at him sympathetically she murmured, "Talk it out to me Honey."

"It's just… it's been over two years. I like my life how it is. I've even got to where I like myself, and they just walked right back in. All of them at once. They remind me of the worst of who I was, Tric, you know I hate who I was. How do we know if the war is over, how do I know I'd be safe using that name? How do I know their side isn't hunting me too? How do I know if they still hate me or not, Tric?"

"Maybe I can ask Squirt a few subtle questions about Potter and possibly the war when I visit them next week. Actually why don't you come home with me? You could pretend to have a sibling at Hogwarts too." Perking up Tric proposed her latest idea.

"No. I can be your Muggle friend only. I can't afford to have myself associated with magic in any way. I shouldn't even go with you, that way you can talk to her about this kind of stuff without having to avoid mentioning magic in front of your poor 'normal Muggle' friend." Mark included air quotes around the normal Muggle comment that had Tric giggling as she finished off her food.

"Alright mister 'normal Muggle' ready to go give out some nice Muggle tattoos?" She shot back as they cleared away their trash and set out.

"Of course, have fun in my Den tonight Honey."