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This plot just kind of jumped into my head and wont leave me alone, so here you go.
Please REVIEW, because it really helps when you're writing to read a review, you just get an extra energy boost. I'm sure all the writer's out there will know what I mean.
DISCLAIMER: I have never, I do not now, nor will I ever own any rights to Harry Potter.
" spoken "
// thought //
*** flashback ***
.:: Chapter One ::.
"Well Harry, I did admit that you were good looking, but that doesn't mean that I want to see you walking around here shirtless," a blond haired man spoke to his companion who had walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of black jogging bottoms.
"Come of it Draco, we both know that you're hot for my body," Harry teased his friend.
"Oh yes please, I'm so glad that you've finally realised how much I want you!" Draco said, his voice full of sarcasm. "You know I'm a one woman guy."
"One that you haven't spoken to in seven years." Harry said, bitterness in his voice.
"You're one to talk!" Draco retorted.
Both men started moving about in the kitchen, making breakfast while being content in their memories. "Can you believe that we haven't entered Hogwarts since we graduated?" Harry asked seriously.
"Strange to think huh."
"I miss it." Harry sighed.
"Yeah, all those carefree fights we had, knowing He was after us, but not caring about it. Being with the people we loved," Draco trailed off.
"Carefree, wish I could be like that again."
"But on the downside, we weren't allowed to drink alcohol then." Draco thought about the upside of graduating.
"And boy do we drink now!" Harry grinned, "I'm surprised we're still alive."
"Because of what we do now, or because of the level of alcohol that we down?" Draco asked.
"Both really. Most people would be dead considering all the stunts we've pulled."
"Yeah but you're the Boy-Who-Won't-Die," Draco smirked at his cohort.
"And you're a stubborn Malfoy who doesn't like to do as he's ordered," Harry grinned back.
"Hey! I resent that, I do what I'm told by the Minister of Magic!"
"But you're supposed to listen and DO what your Head-of-Department tells you to do," Harry said.
"Yeah, but Harry, you have to remember that I have never done what I'm told, especially when it concerns you," Draco replied.
"And to think this stubborn brat is one of the most sort after bodyguards!" Harry said to himself.
"How can you call me a bodyguard?" Draco whined.
"Well, it IS what we spend most of our time doing," Harry replied.
"But we do loads of things."
"Then you can define what it is that we actually do," Harry grinned.
"OK, We are the heads of the department of Security. Where there is a problem we fix it."
"I've only got a couple of problems with that. One, you're not the Head, I am, and two, what about the problem of Voldemort, we're not allowed to touch him." Harry said.
"Well below you, I'm the Head of the department and as for Voldemort, well I dunno. It's all your fault that I can't help defeat him." Draco said.
To Be Continued...
This plot just kind of jumped into my head and wont leave me alone, so here you go.
Please REVIEW, because it really helps when you're writing to read a review, you just get an extra energy boost. I'm sure all the writer's out there will know what I mean.
DISCLAIMER: I have never, I do not now, nor will I ever own any rights to Harry Potter.
" spoken "
// thought //
*** flashback ***
.:: Chapter One ::.
"Well Harry, I did admit that you were good looking, but that doesn't mean that I want to see you walking around here shirtless," a blond haired man spoke to his companion who had walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of black jogging bottoms.
"Come of it Draco, we both know that you're hot for my body," Harry teased his friend.
"Oh yes please, I'm so glad that you've finally realised how much I want you!" Draco said, his voice full of sarcasm. "You know I'm a one woman guy."
"One that you haven't spoken to in seven years." Harry said, bitterness in his voice.
"You're one to talk!" Draco retorted.
Both men started moving about in the kitchen, making breakfast while being content in their memories. "Can you believe that we haven't entered Hogwarts since we graduated?" Harry asked seriously.
"Strange to think huh."
"I miss it." Harry sighed.
"Yeah, all those carefree fights we had, knowing He was after us, but not caring about it. Being with the people we loved," Draco trailed off.
"Carefree, wish I could be like that again."
"But on the downside, we weren't allowed to drink alcohol then." Draco thought about the upside of graduating.
"And boy do we drink now!" Harry grinned, "I'm surprised we're still alive."
"Because of what we do now, or because of the level of alcohol that we down?" Draco asked.
"Both really. Most people would be dead considering all the stunts we've pulled."
"Yeah but you're the Boy-Who-Won't-Die," Draco smirked at his cohort.
"And you're a stubborn Malfoy who doesn't like to do as he's ordered," Harry grinned back.
"Hey! I resent that, I do what I'm told by the Minister of Magic!"
"But you're supposed to listen and DO what your Head-of-Department tells you to do," Harry said.
"Yeah, but Harry, you have to remember that I have never done what I'm told, especially when it concerns you," Draco replied.
"And to think this stubborn brat is one of the most sort after bodyguards!" Harry said to himself.
"How can you call me a bodyguard?" Draco whined.
"Well, it IS what we spend most of our time doing," Harry replied.
"But we do loads of things."
"Then you can define what it is that we actually do," Harry grinned.
"OK, We are the heads of the department of Security. Where there is a problem we fix it."
"I've only got a couple of problems with that. One, you're not the Head, I am, and two, what about the problem of Voldemort, we're not allowed to touch him." Harry said.
"Well below you, I'm the Head of the department and as for Voldemort, well I dunno. It's all your fault that I can't help defeat him." Draco said.
To Be Continued...