Greater The Scheme
Chapter 1: This Day
It was just like any other day. Much like the day before yesterday and the days that yesterday followed. In fact, this day is so alike to the other days prior to this day, it will probably be spectacularly similar to the days that will surely come later.
Though, the change was in the detail.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on his daily noon hour bench, in the park nearest to his office building, eating what he always ate on Wednesdays. The Wednesday McDeal meal from McDonalds.
The weather was quite warm for April, especially in England, but that was beyond Draco's control. Not that he has anything to complain about the exceedingly beautiful and warm weather. It was probably the weather that made Draco noticed the change. If it weren't for the people dressed in short sleeves and thin khakis, Draco probably wouldn't have noticed a man wrapped up in a long coat, rain cap and sunglasses, a strange combination to start with.
Nobody else paid any attention to the strange man, dressed to thickly for the day, but Draco was used to paying attention to detail. The overdressed man stood beneath the Statue of St. Karen, a woman whose history Draco did not know and did not care to find out about, seemingly just wandering around aimlessly.
Suddenly, their eyes met, or rather, Draco's eyes to the man's black sunglasses. Draco wanted to look away, but he made himself stare right back, not knowing why. A few minutes later, the man looked away and disappeared amongst the other park goers.
This event, although itself, not too significant, was to be the light that set off the fuse. It left Draco feeling strange and giddy. He quickly shrugged it off, seeing his lunch break was over and has to go back to the office.
That was 15 minutes before 1:43 PM in the meeting room, where some workers, who actually made an effort to be on time, chatted cheerily with each other. This usually included Draco, who was never the one to be left out of conversations, but today, the blond did not bother to join in a very interesting topic about tropical plants and animals of South America.
The fact that he was sitting there quietly, just staring into space, worried Virginia Weasley. A lot.
Virginia Weasley, Ginny to close friends, was a tall and beautiful woman of a mere 23 years, with a head of fiery hair and a personality to match. She was the type that didn't accept any bullshit from anybody. So, therefore, she certainly was not accepting bullshit from Draco when she sat down beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Draco almost leapt out of skin. He whirred his head around with such force and speed, that Ginny thought he might break his neck. "What?" He replied intelligently.
"I said, 'What's wrong'."
He looked away, fiddling with his thumbs, a sure sign that some was amiss. "Nothing is wrong," he said. "How is your project coming?"
The red haired woman blinked, "The project is coming along fine, although, I would wish that Dr. Figgs would stop toying around with every theory she comes up with and just stick with the one that is most accurate. And don't try to cha-" She was cut off abruptly with the door opening, followed by a string of chattering workers, already minutes late, but obviously not caring since their boss was hardly on time either. Soon after their somewhat dramatic entrance, the door opened once again and in came in Blaise Zabini and the meeting was to start right away.
The meeting didn't take long, of course. Now days, the world is so peaceful that the Department of International Crises would be out of jobs soon, Blaise used to say. To make up for the lack of movement, the workers of DOIC took on odd jobs, such as accompanying royalties to other countries, looking into the International Trading Monopoly and various others.
So, of course, Draco was mighty surprised when Blaise asked him to stay behind after the meeting. Telling Ginny to meet him in the teashop down the road later, Draco followed Zabini into his office.
Blaise Zabini wasn't much of a decorator, but his wife is, so she was the one be credited for the oversized dark red mahogany desk and the rest of the matching interior design that made the room looked like the sleeping quarter of a vampire.
"Have a seat." Blaise gestured toward the leather seats in front of the desk, which Draco confirmed, are really uncomfortable.
Silence followed as Draco sat. Blaise fiddled with his pens and Draco tried not to stare. "I have a job for you." The dark skinned man said, still fiddling around with his pens in a way that Draco found maddening. He continued, "It's a different sort of job, I think you would find it, interesting."
Draco fidgeted, "What's the job?"
Blaise paused for dramatic air, "You know about the Potter Affair?" It wasn't really a question, everybody who can read or has ears knew about the Potter Affair, "Well, it seems that court has decided they can't imprison their own prince, but would put him under kinda sorta house arrest."
"House arrest?"
"Well, not really, he can still go wherever he liked, but he has to be accompanied at all times and all his actions are taken note of."
Draco nodded in understanding. The Potter Affair was the name given to the situation where Prince Harry Potter of England was found smuggling illegal drugs into the country, and lots of it. An ordinary man, or even an ordinary prince would have been jailed for that, but Harry Potter was no ordinary man or prince. He is the only heir to the throne, if he is gone, England would have a riot. Besides, his godfather, the current throne holder of England, Sirius Black, spoilt his godson way too much.
"So who has to accompany him?" Draco asked.
Blaise looked at with violet tinged eyes and said very clearly, "You." He even emphasized it by point at Draco with his index finger, so there was no reason for Draco to be confused. But the poor boy was anyways.
"What?" He chocked out, "You can't be serious."
But something in Blaise eyes told him it was serious. "You haven't had a job in ages, Draco. And the way you fucked up your previous gig, you need this job to bump you into the official's good list again." It made sense as Draco thought about it. His previous job involved some endangered species gathering in the remote places of Columbia. But the plans didn't go as planned, and Draco was forced to spend his days in Columbia running away from a pack of cannibalistic natives and trying to find civilized civilization. Truthfully told, none of it would have happened if Draco didn't have an awfully drawn map with lines crossing where they're not suppose to be crossing.
"I figure you would be the perfect one for the job, since you are so domestic. I have already given and confirmed your name to the department officials. You are scheduled to meet with the others tomorrow at 9 AM. Don't be late." This concludes Draco's own little meeting with Blaise, the blond stood and made for the door, where he stopped and turned, "What do you mean I'm domestic?"
"Well, he's right." Ginny said, 20 minutes after Draco's personal meeting with Blaise, now sitting in the tea shop looking out at the sunny London weather.
Draco looked up from his cranberry crumble, "That I'm domestic?"
Chuckling into her tea, Ginny shook her head, "No you silly. He is right about you needing this job. How are you getting by with the rent. The landlord haven't tried to get you into bed, has he?" She said this while looking very serious, which made Draco snort into his tea.
"No!" He said, horrified, thinking about his landlord whose name was Argus Filch, a 40 something year old pervy man. Draco shuddered at the thought. Ginny looked apolegetic and sipped her tea, "Just don't screw up this time." She said, looking at her watch, "I need to go now, I have to meet Terry." Draco groaned. Ginny frowned, "What?"
"Everytime you meet with him, you come back with a bucket full of complaints. I thought you guys were on a break."
"We were," Ginny sniffed, "But Terry said that he would make the changes. I mean, Draco, we are both trying."
Draco had a clever comeback on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it with the rest of his tea and nodded, "Alright. Go and have fun." Ginny looked quite relieved, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and exited the tea shop.
Watching her leave, Draco sighed and lean back on his chair, thinking about his money problem, which started out as minor, but had gotten considerbly worse. If he doesn't come up with the money to pay for his already overdue rent by next Friday, he looses his place, recalling Filch's threat loud and clear. So lost in his thought he was that Draco never noticed a man, who had been standing by the cashier counter, was now bolting right towards him.
With alarming agility, the man lept over Draco's table. The shock of something so fast and big leaping over, so suddenly, the table caused Draco to loose balance of his tilted chair and anyone can guess what happens next. Crashing to the ground ungracefully and painfully, Draco dragged himself off the ground and stared at the exit and the chaos that the man left behind his wake.
Probably a street kid, Draco thought and reached into his pocket for his wallet, only to find it empty. Frantically, Draco patted himself everywhere he could think of being the location of his wallet, but came up empty handed. Mouth gapping, the blond turned his gaze toward the direction the running hurrican had gone and anger seeped in like lava.
Without a second thought, Draco was tearing after the man like a pack of cannibalistic natives were snapping at his heels, ignoring the shop keeper's yells about not paying.
Due to vigorous training as a cadet agent in his earlier years, Draco was pretty athletic and fit for a city slicker. Soon the man was in his sight, only because he had stopped to a slow trot. Draco thought over whether he should just talk to the man or tackle him right there. Although the latter was pretty tempting, Draco has always prided himself as calm and thoughtful even in difficult situation. Smoothing out his hair and suit, Draco approached the man.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, two black figures came out on either side of the street and grabbed the human hurrican, pulled him into an alleyway. Blinking, Draco followed them hurriedly, looking at the alleyway, now empty and showed Draco nothing. Cursing under his breath, weary and angry, Draco turned towards home.
~*~
I am not saying that Columbia have cannablistic tribes, it's just the first country that came to mind.
Like it? Hate it? Review and stuff, dude.
Chapter 1: This Day
It was just like any other day. Much like the day before yesterday and the days that yesterday followed. In fact, this day is so alike to the other days prior to this day, it will probably be spectacularly similar to the days that will surely come later.
Though, the change was in the detail.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on his daily noon hour bench, in the park nearest to his office building, eating what he always ate on Wednesdays. The Wednesday McDeal meal from McDonalds.
The weather was quite warm for April, especially in England, but that was beyond Draco's control. Not that he has anything to complain about the exceedingly beautiful and warm weather. It was probably the weather that made Draco noticed the change. If it weren't for the people dressed in short sleeves and thin khakis, Draco probably wouldn't have noticed a man wrapped up in a long coat, rain cap and sunglasses, a strange combination to start with.
Nobody else paid any attention to the strange man, dressed to thickly for the day, but Draco was used to paying attention to detail. The overdressed man stood beneath the Statue of St. Karen, a woman whose history Draco did not know and did not care to find out about, seemingly just wandering around aimlessly.
Suddenly, their eyes met, or rather, Draco's eyes to the man's black sunglasses. Draco wanted to look away, but he made himself stare right back, not knowing why. A few minutes later, the man looked away and disappeared amongst the other park goers.
This event, although itself, not too significant, was to be the light that set off the fuse. It left Draco feeling strange and giddy. He quickly shrugged it off, seeing his lunch break was over and has to go back to the office.
That was 15 minutes before 1:43 PM in the meeting room, where some workers, who actually made an effort to be on time, chatted cheerily with each other. This usually included Draco, who was never the one to be left out of conversations, but today, the blond did not bother to join in a very interesting topic about tropical plants and animals of South America.
The fact that he was sitting there quietly, just staring into space, worried Virginia Weasley. A lot.
Virginia Weasley, Ginny to close friends, was a tall and beautiful woman of a mere 23 years, with a head of fiery hair and a personality to match. She was the type that didn't accept any bullshit from anybody. So, therefore, she certainly was not accepting bullshit from Draco when she sat down beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Draco almost leapt out of skin. He whirred his head around with such force and speed, that Ginny thought he might break his neck. "What?" He replied intelligently.
"I said, 'What's wrong'."
He looked away, fiddling with his thumbs, a sure sign that some was amiss. "Nothing is wrong," he said. "How is your project coming?"
The red haired woman blinked, "The project is coming along fine, although, I would wish that Dr. Figgs would stop toying around with every theory she comes up with and just stick with the one that is most accurate. And don't try to cha-" She was cut off abruptly with the door opening, followed by a string of chattering workers, already minutes late, but obviously not caring since their boss was hardly on time either. Soon after their somewhat dramatic entrance, the door opened once again and in came in Blaise Zabini and the meeting was to start right away.
The meeting didn't take long, of course. Now days, the world is so peaceful that the Department of International Crises would be out of jobs soon, Blaise used to say. To make up for the lack of movement, the workers of DOIC took on odd jobs, such as accompanying royalties to other countries, looking into the International Trading Monopoly and various others.
So, of course, Draco was mighty surprised when Blaise asked him to stay behind after the meeting. Telling Ginny to meet him in the teashop down the road later, Draco followed Zabini into his office.
Blaise Zabini wasn't much of a decorator, but his wife is, so she was the one be credited for the oversized dark red mahogany desk and the rest of the matching interior design that made the room looked like the sleeping quarter of a vampire.
"Have a seat." Blaise gestured toward the leather seats in front of the desk, which Draco confirmed, are really uncomfortable.
Silence followed as Draco sat. Blaise fiddled with his pens and Draco tried not to stare. "I have a job for you." The dark skinned man said, still fiddling around with his pens in a way that Draco found maddening. He continued, "It's a different sort of job, I think you would find it, interesting."
Draco fidgeted, "What's the job?"
Blaise paused for dramatic air, "You know about the Potter Affair?" It wasn't really a question, everybody who can read or has ears knew about the Potter Affair, "Well, it seems that court has decided they can't imprison their own prince, but would put him under kinda sorta house arrest."
"House arrest?"
"Well, not really, he can still go wherever he liked, but he has to be accompanied at all times and all his actions are taken note of."
Draco nodded in understanding. The Potter Affair was the name given to the situation where Prince Harry Potter of England was found smuggling illegal drugs into the country, and lots of it. An ordinary man, or even an ordinary prince would have been jailed for that, but Harry Potter was no ordinary man or prince. He is the only heir to the throne, if he is gone, England would have a riot. Besides, his godfather, the current throne holder of England, Sirius Black, spoilt his godson way too much.
"So who has to accompany him?" Draco asked.
Blaise looked at with violet tinged eyes and said very clearly, "You." He even emphasized it by point at Draco with his index finger, so there was no reason for Draco to be confused. But the poor boy was anyways.
"What?" He chocked out, "You can't be serious."
But something in Blaise eyes told him it was serious. "You haven't had a job in ages, Draco. And the way you fucked up your previous gig, you need this job to bump you into the official's good list again." It made sense as Draco thought about it. His previous job involved some endangered species gathering in the remote places of Columbia. But the plans didn't go as planned, and Draco was forced to spend his days in Columbia running away from a pack of cannibalistic natives and trying to find civilized civilization. Truthfully told, none of it would have happened if Draco didn't have an awfully drawn map with lines crossing where they're not suppose to be crossing.
"I figure you would be the perfect one for the job, since you are so domestic. I have already given and confirmed your name to the department officials. You are scheduled to meet with the others tomorrow at 9 AM. Don't be late." This concludes Draco's own little meeting with Blaise, the blond stood and made for the door, where he stopped and turned, "What do you mean I'm domestic?"
"Well, he's right." Ginny said, 20 minutes after Draco's personal meeting with Blaise, now sitting in the tea shop looking out at the sunny London weather.
Draco looked up from his cranberry crumble, "That I'm domestic?"
Chuckling into her tea, Ginny shook her head, "No you silly. He is right about you needing this job. How are you getting by with the rent. The landlord haven't tried to get you into bed, has he?" She said this while looking very serious, which made Draco snort into his tea.
"No!" He said, horrified, thinking about his landlord whose name was Argus Filch, a 40 something year old pervy man. Draco shuddered at the thought. Ginny looked apolegetic and sipped her tea, "Just don't screw up this time." She said, looking at her watch, "I need to go now, I have to meet Terry." Draco groaned. Ginny frowned, "What?"
"Everytime you meet with him, you come back with a bucket full of complaints. I thought you guys were on a break."
"We were," Ginny sniffed, "But Terry said that he would make the changes. I mean, Draco, we are both trying."
Draco had a clever comeback on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it with the rest of his tea and nodded, "Alright. Go and have fun." Ginny looked quite relieved, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and exited the tea shop.
Watching her leave, Draco sighed and lean back on his chair, thinking about his money problem, which started out as minor, but had gotten considerbly worse. If he doesn't come up with the money to pay for his already overdue rent by next Friday, he looses his place, recalling Filch's threat loud and clear. So lost in his thought he was that Draco never noticed a man, who had been standing by the cashier counter, was now bolting right towards him.
With alarming agility, the man lept over Draco's table. The shock of something so fast and big leaping over, so suddenly, the table caused Draco to loose balance of his tilted chair and anyone can guess what happens next. Crashing to the ground ungracefully and painfully, Draco dragged himself off the ground and stared at the exit and the chaos that the man left behind his wake.
Probably a street kid, Draco thought and reached into his pocket for his wallet, only to find it empty. Frantically, Draco patted himself everywhere he could think of being the location of his wallet, but came up empty handed. Mouth gapping, the blond turned his gaze toward the direction the running hurrican had gone and anger seeped in like lava.
Without a second thought, Draco was tearing after the man like a pack of cannibalistic natives were snapping at his heels, ignoring the shop keeper's yells about not paying.
Due to vigorous training as a cadet agent in his earlier years, Draco was pretty athletic and fit for a city slicker. Soon the man was in his sight, only because he had stopped to a slow trot. Draco thought over whether he should just talk to the man or tackle him right there. Although the latter was pretty tempting, Draco has always prided himself as calm and thoughtful even in difficult situation. Smoothing out his hair and suit, Draco approached the man.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, two black figures came out on either side of the street and grabbed the human hurrican, pulled him into an alleyway. Blinking, Draco followed them hurriedly, looking at the alleyway, now empty and showed Draco nothing. Cursing under his breath, weary and angry, Draco turned towards home.
~*~
I am not saying that Columbia have cannablistic tribes, it's just the first country that came to mind.
Like it? Hate it? Review and stuff, dude.