DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.
CHAPTER 10
Harry's arm was numb from holding up the dratted omnioculars that he'd been doggedly pressing up against his eyes for what seemed like several hours now but he didn't try to seek even a moments respite in fear of missing something important.
The Hungry Wolf pub had remained desolate during the morning and afternoon with people entering in ones and twos but the nightlife had proven to be a complete turnabout. Men and woman had come in in droves, all of whom Draco had identified, through his superior sense of smell, as people from different races of werewolves, vampires and even a few stray veela.
They were a rowdy bunch, drinking, dancing and smoking the night away with quite a few decked out in muggle leathers, tattoos and piercings making them stand out from the rest of the rather casually dressed crowd. If it hadn't been for the fact that some of them had boldly arrived on broomsticks, breaking at least fifty Ministry rules in the bargain, Harry would have never realized that they were actually wizards and witches.
"See anything good?" Draco called out while lying down boneless on top his mattress, a sight which was so sensual and decadent somehow that Harry had made sure he'd maintained at least ten feet space between them at all times so that he wouldn't give in to his lust crazed desires and jump his unsuspecting mentor.
"No, nothing…" his voice petered off as his grip on the ominoculars tightening infinitesimally and he swung around to face the resting half-veela with an excited gasp "They're here" he breathed "The Broadmoor brothers are finally here!"
"How do we this then?" Harry asked Draco nervously after they'd spruced themselves up enough so that they would blend in unnoticed into the crowd at the pub dousing liberal amounts of potion to dull their scents and altering their features with magic.
"Simple" Draco clapped him on the shoulder suddenly murmuring sotto voce right beside his ear sending chills down his spine "we'll be masquerading as a couple with you as my bitch" his trademark smirk looking especially smug just then as he tilted Harry's chin with a single appraising finger before letting go and chuckling at his own antics.
"Wha…?" Harry stammered, battling with conflicting emotions of offense at the crassness of the statement but getting totally aroused by it at the same time.
"You see Potter" Draco said wiggling his eyebrows in a comically suggestive manner "in any relationship of mine, I prefer doing the buggering if you know what I mean?" he grinned and Harry unable to stop the blush from coming wacked him hard on his head and laughed when he heard the mock angry "Oy!" from his boss.
"They're on the dance floor" Harry whispered on spotting the wolf twins going wild with a fast number from the Hobgoblins moving in time with its upbeat tune.
"Then let's join 'em" Draco grinned and pulled Harry into the gyrating melee only stopping when they found themselves standing close enough to their targets to be able to keep an eye on them without appearing suspicious.
At first they moved awkwardly with each other feeling too self conscious but as the music and their close proximity gradually took over their senses they really got into the mood of things and started moving in complete sync.
Harry wanting to unsettle the insufferable git before him just once, pressed himself up against Draco sensuously, losing himself to the almost hypnotic rhythm of the drums as it echoed with his heartbeat. Draco's pupils dilated in the dark when he felt Harry meld into him and his arms tightened over the younger man almost imperceptibly startling himself with the possessiveness in that gesture.
Moving as if he'd lost control over his own body, Draco bent his face to nuzzle Harry's neck and inhaled his warm familiar scent happily before raising his head to gaze deeply into those mesmerizing green eyes that shone with an almost mystical air in the dim lights.
He felt that same indescribable pull he'd felt during Ms. Zabini's party and was about to kiss him when the other man frantically pulled away from him, making him hiss at the sudden loss, but came back from his high immediately when Harry said "They're on the move" pointing to the Broadmoor twins who were quickly disappearing through a huge tapestry on the wall.
Pushing people away from them they hurried into the bathroom and placed disillusionment charms on themselves before heading for the same tapestry.
"On the count of three" Draco whispered close to Harry "One…two…three…" they slipped past the vivid painting of a snarling wolf and found themselves standing in a narrow corridor that was dimly lit with an orange overhead light giving it an eerie appearance.
Walking as silently as they could they finally came across a thick door which Draco managed to open easily with a well-placed 'Alohomora' and were suddenly besieged by a deafening roar accompanied by a sight so incongruous with their imagination that it left their jaws hanging in surprise.
The room they entered was like a mini amphitheater with a dais in the center surrounded by a set of crude steps placed strategically around it for an audience to be able to sit. At that moment the stage was occupied by two, tall muscle bound men who were fighting like enraged animals while people on the sidelines were egging them on as they ripped into each other drawing blood from their opponent with every strike.
"Time" another man dressed in formals announced and everyone groaned in disappointment as the men separated still eyeing each other with hate. Walking to opposite ends of the fighting ring they both wiped of the sweat and grime from their bodies and one of them pulled out a tall vial containing a purple misting potion in it and held it up for all the audience to see.
"Today's chosen will now drink the magical potion and you will all have the privilege of witnessing its power firsthand. Watch closely as the now infinitely superior warrior decimates his opponent!" The announcer said and the audience went wild, chanting the man's name while his opponent looked on with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Standing up they faced each other again but this time with the man who'd drunk the potion was looking dreamily off into space while the other man bounced nervously on the balls of his feet. "At the sound of the whistle…" The referee whistled and the men flew at each other's throats instantly but it was painfully evident after a few seconds that the man who'd consumed the potion was going to win.
He moved with such grace and agility looking so devastatingly vicious that the both Harry and Draco found themselves riveted to the fight unable to tear their gaze away from something so dangerous yet magnetic at the same time.
When the other man was lying on the floor completely wiped out and barely alive the referee blew on his whistle and the announcer said "And now for the twist…" bringing up another vial containing the potion and giving it to the fading man who grabbed it eagerly and drank from it without another thought.
At first it looked like nothing had happened but then suddenly the wounded man heaved himself off of the ground as if he hadn't been injured at all and resumed fighting with increased vigor until both men were lying on the floor panting and bleeding as the referee blew the last whistle and declared the match a draw while the announcer informed the public that the miracle drug they'd just witnessed in action was available to them as well and proceeded to announce the exorbitant price for it but the audience seeming undeterred by the expense scrambled forwards to make the payment.
Looking up in an attempt to study the room around them Draco spotted a small balcony above the crowd and narrowed his eyes with shock when he saw a man resembling Fenrir Greyback stand up from a throne like chair and disappear silently beyond some thick red velvet curtains behind it.
"Come" Draco said quietly to Harry as the show ended and they made their way out of the pub and into their room in the inn in complete silence.
"We're going to need lots of back up" Draco warned Rufus while the older man rubbed his temples tiredly.
"Then I'm going to have to inform the Minister about it since he's the only one who can get the Hit wizards to co-operate with us."
Nodding stiffly at the suggestion and wanting to rebel but not giving in to the urge Draco left a pile of reports on his superiors table and left the room feeling annoyed at having to ask that despicable man for favors.
They stood outside the bar hidden under standardized Ministry invisibility cloaks courtesy of the Weasley brothers and waited with baited breath for Draco to give them their orders to raid the pub.
Members from the Auror department and members from the Hit wizard department were currently being held under an uneasy truce and were all gathered today to nab the criminals charged with the sale of illegal potions, multiple murders, gambling and converting innocent people into werewolves forcing them to fight for their cause.
Draco raised his wand and was about to send up a flare signaling the beginning of the raid when a man cloaked in black flowing robes suddenly materialized on the roof of the pub holding a knobby staff in his hands crying out "Fools!" in a voice so cold and wintery that it made their bones rattle with the intensity of its strength.
Raising his arms he began whispering words of power and they watched spellbound as a single red-gold drop of liquid magic fell out of the end of his staff landing in the dead center of the building while the man himself laughed manically.
The drop spread uncontrollably sweeping down the walls of the building and enveloping the entire structure in a sudden blaze of flames pushing the Ministry members away from its burning heat and leaving them helpless as they watched the raging inferno eat away at the building and the screaming people inside of it disappearing almost as soon as it had come and leaving behind nothing but smoldering wood, crumbling ashes and the smell of charred flesh.
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