Chapter Fourteen

Flame and Air

Four months later...

Draco scanned the Prophet hungrily before forcing himself to put it away. She wasn't there. Again. It was four months since he broke Ginny's heart again and he hadn't heard a word from her. She had yet to reappear in the news either. Part of him argued that she didn't care about him any more and he shouldn't care about her.

Even if she found her way into figuring out what he had really done for her, the probability of her forgiving him let alone caring for him again, were astronomical.

Draco sighed. He was working as a private investigator these days and he was looking in on a woman's werewolf son who may have fallen in with a bad crowd. Could we say Werewolves of London?

Donning his duster and a fedora, Draco glanced at the clock on the wall, beneath which he'd pinned the hours of this full moon. He hadn't intended for the investigation to last this long, but things didn't seem prone to working his way lately. He was ninety percent certain that the kid in quesiton really was hanging with the werewolves in question. He also had no real desire to run into six full grown werewolves so he grabbed his camera with the telescopic lense.

Draco tucked his chin, letting the hat take the brunt of the cold wind that had picked up while he was inside.

He found the kid quickly enough. He was a gangly, scarred thing that could have done with a few more meals. Draco wasn't here to play nursemaid though. He followed the kid into the shadier parts of London, taking care not to lose him. Sure enough, the kid met up with the villians in question.

Draco sighed from his perch and pulled out the camera. He zoomed in, focusing on the kid and the man that looked like the leader. He pulled an extendable ear from his pocket and lowered it into the forray.

He sighed again as they spoke of the kid's innitiation. He clicked his camera as the ear recorded the necessary information. What a hassle. Draco pulled a cell phone from his pocket, intending to call in the Aurors.

A stray gust of wind took his fedora and spiraled it down into the meeting. Draco froze as the six men and the kid looked at the hat. Then, unmistakably they all followed it's flight up to meet Draco's eyes.

"Oh, shit," Draco muttered.

He shoved the camera into an enchanted pocket, adding the phone as well. Damn thing wouldn't help him. All the Werewolves had wands on them but he pulled his anyway. He did the mental math as he heard the groans of the fire escape as the six wolves climbed up.

It would take about three minutes for his broom to get here. That was a hell of a long time. Still he summoned it before turning to face the first wolf as it came up. Werewolves were insanely fast and Draco knew anything he threw at this guy wouldn't touch him.

Still he took a stance. He just had to pick the low building. The building they were on was older and all the surrounding buildings towered by at least two stories.

He braced himself as all six, dragging a terrified looking kid, came up.

To a one, they all looked up as the moon came out of it's shadows. Draco swore again. He was well and screwed.

"Hey! Werewolves of London!"

Draco and all the half formed beasts turned as a figure dropped from the nearest building. She was wearing a white sports coat and black jeans. In her hands she held a shotgun.

Faced with this new rival, the wolves sniffed again. Doubtless they could smell her wine red hair and softly freckled face as well as her Slayer lore.

She was the bigger threat.

All six broke off, slinking to circle her. Draco hoped she knew what she was doing.

The first leapt at her. She shot it in the chest, sending it flying back. Another leapt at her with the same result. She tossed the now empty shotgun as another came at her. She ducked back and sent a leg out to catch the creature in it's stomach. It fell, not dead, but disabled for a moment.

Draco picked up the shotgun where Ginny had dropped it. "Bullets!" he muttered, searching his pockets. Finally he pulled out two shells from his enchanted pockets. He shoved them in and aimed carefully. One fell then another. Soon it was only Ginny against one final wolf. Ginny shot her hands out and snapped the creature's neck.

The kid was hovering by the fire escape, looking longingly to the shadows where he could return to normal.

Draco waved him on, handing him first the film. "Do what you want with it, kid. Just stay out of trouble, okay? And talk to your mom, for christ sake. She thinks you're the next antichrist."

The kid nodded and darted off.

Draco turned to Ginny. Her shirt had been torn and she had shed it to inspect herself for damage. Her Slayer blood made it hard to acknowledge pain at times. Under the shirt she had been wearing only a sports bra.

"Why are you here?" He asked quietly. She looked up and smiled at him.

"It took me a while, you know. To figure out exactly what you did in there. Then it took me longer to realize why I was so upset."

"And? Why were you so upset?" Draco asked, heart in his throat.

"Because I love you. You irritate me to no end and by all rights I should hate you but I just want you to love me and I just want to love you."

Ginny waited. Draco stared at her for a moment then kissed her. Ginny threw her arms around his neck and let him know just how she felt about this.

(A/N: There you have it! Look for the sequel On The Rooftops Of London