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Draco
When I awoke I found myself in my King-size bed at my apartment. Slowly, I sat up and looked around. The room was dark, and I could see light spilling in from the door, which was kept slightly ajar. I could hear Pansy on the other side, arguing with someone. I peeked through the crack and saw an impossible sight. Harry James Potter was sitting in my living room. I had thought, after all the years of torture I put him through, he would want to keep a thousand miles between us. He and Pansy were arguing on my couch, apparently about the letter I received.
"- and the risk of him going anywhere right now is too high," Potter said, his deep voice making a slight echo.
"He's got an interview and a yoga lesson at 3 tomorrow. He can't miss the interview and he would kill us if we kept him from his yoga, it's his favorite type of exercise! Do you know how hard it is to make that boy exercise? And with the kinds of foods he eats…"
"I don't care what he eats, someone is out there trying to kill him, and if he succeeds he won't need to eat."
I step out from the shadows. "Why don't I decide what's best for me, hmm?" Potter blushes lightly and looks down. Pansy gets up and rushes over to squeeze me. "Draco! Are you all right? Do you need anything? How about some tea? Ooh! Or maybe ice cream? I know how much you love ice cream. Oh, or maybe-" I glare at her. "Pansy, get off! I'm fine. And anyway why are you here Potter?" He smirks at me. "That's Detective Potter to you, Malfoy." Now I realize why he's in my house. I also realized I was wearing a baggy T-shirt…..and nothing else….. "Gah! Pansy! Why didn't you tell me I wasn't wearing pants?" Potter's eyes widen as he realizes that I am indeed not wearing pants. His faces burns red as he turns away completely. Luckily, the shirt belonged to a half-giant who threw it on stage a few weeks back, so I was covered down just enough not to show anything, otherwise I'd probably have given Potter a heart attack. I rush into my room and put on some baggy sweats.
When I come back out Potter's face is a light pink color and Pansy is still laughing. My face burns as I glare at her. Harry's eyes lock onto mine, and I see a tired weariness in them, as if he hadn't slept for months. I sit down by him and explains why he's at my apartment in the middle of the night.
"So basically the Ministry wants to keep you under surveillance, and make sure you don't get any more death threats." I nod. "And you're here to make sure nothing happens to me, right?" He smiles a little. "Precisely." I feel slightly more safe now that Ministry detective/Boy Who Lived is going to protect me, and a little awkward since I have no room for him in my apartment. Pansy sleeps in the guest room and my couch can barely fit the two of us sitting, let alone a full-grown man sleeping on it. Pansy leaves the room to change into pajamas, leaving Harry and me in awkward silence. Suddenly, a knock is heard from the door, and Harry springs into action, grabbing a frying pan from the kitchen and slowly heading to the door. The knob rattles as someone tries to open it from the other side. Harry flings the door open, frying pan in mid-swing, when I see a familiar face.
"Harry, stop!" I say, pushing him aside to see the face of Stanley, the teenage boy from across the hall. His eyes are wide, giving him a cow-in-front-of-a-train look. In his hands is Sniffles, my black cat. I grab her from him. "Thank you, Stanley," I say, handing him a twenty. Harry looks at me, puzzled. I sigh. "Harry, that was my neighbor Stanley. Sometimes Sniffles sneaks out the fire escape and heads to his apartment. He watches her when I'm gone all day." Harry, lowers the frying pan, still looking uncertain.
"Okay, well, I'm gonna head down to the hotel across the street. Scream if you need anything." I roll my eyes at how foreign he is to New York. Everyone in this neighborhood is screaming and shouting and making noise until the cops show up. After he leaves I head into my room, brush my teeth, and drift off to sleep.
The next morning I get up early and take a shower, before Pansy can use up all the hot water. It's November, so warm clothes are a must. I walk into my closet and put on a black turtleneck, jeans, a scarf and converse. I never really like professional shoes, they were clunky and smelled when they got wet. I head into the kitchen and see Pansy, dressed in booty shorts and a tank top, while her boyfriend Theo watched from the couch. When I got closer I noticed Pansy was shivering. "What are you doing Pansy," I whisper, "You're gonna catch your death." She winks. "Anything to keep my Theo happy." I roll my eyes and sit next to Theo, a box of Graham crackers in hand. He shifts in his seat, obviously trying to conceal the erection that was making itself stand out (A.N. XD). "Here," I say, handing him a graham cracker. "They make you less horny." He gratefully takes it and focuses on the TV, which was not turned on. I put on Law and Order to keep Theo's attention. Theodore Benjamin Nott is a banker with a kind heart, two things you rarely see together. He works for T&J Bank, an evil corporation bent on taking over New York. But, they were the only bank in the city, so I forgave Theo for working with Satan. There wasn't much he could do about it anyway. Losing his job at Gringotts forced him to work among Muggles, who, I must say, aren't as bad I had originally thought. They make wonderful moving picture shows. Why, just last week I saw a comedy about a married couple of assassins. How death is funny is beyond me, but that Ashton Kutcher fellow sure is SMEXXY!
Pansy rushes to the guest room, unable to stand the cold any longer. I chuckle and stand up as I hear a sharp knock come from the door. I look through the peephole to see Harry, dressed in a suit and tie, looking nervous and aware at the same time. I shake my head, even in Muggle clothes he looks out of place. I thought he'd be used to Muggle customs, I think to myself. After all, he did live some for eleven years. I let him in, then grab my stuff to leave. My interview with Jay Leno was not likely going to be pleasant. I didn't particularly like the Muggle, nor did I find him funny. I check my bag to make sure everything, when a flash of silver catches my eye. I sigh as look down at the gun in my bag. I had bought it when I first moved to New York, and I haven't picked it up since, nor have I used my wand. I felt a little disconnected from the wizarding world from my lack of wand use. But this is New York City, after all, Muggle central basically. I couldn't risk someone seeing me, or worse, so I don't use it.
When I head back out I see Pansy on Theo's lap, who desperately looks like he needs another Graham Cracker, chatting amicably with Harry on the sofa. He looks up as I enter, grabbing my wallet and my phone. He and Pansy follow me out the door, through the hall, down the elevator and out onto the beautiful streets of New York.
Yay! So, whad'ya think? Btw, it's true! Graham Crackers make you less horny! How do I know? My old pervy Science teacher! :P And in case you were wondering, Stanley looked like this. O.O Anyway, REVIEW! I feel neglected…. Ciao!