Chapter Seven..... Unemployed and Loving it!
January fifth, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy resigned from the Auror Department, with Dishonorable Discharges.
The Wednesday following discharging and being back from Azkaban, "Hermione, I'm expecting someone later this evening, if I'm not awake... will you let him in?"
"Alright, who?"
"Ah... you don't want to know."
"Why?"
"Cause he was a classmate of ours and I doubt either of you will be happy to see eachother. Take my word for it."
"Alright," she rolled her eyes at his secretiveness.
Seven O' Clock, "Damn! I hope this is the right place," Draco Malfoy drawled to himself before knocking upon Harry's door.
Hermione got up from her seat upon the couch and went to open the door.
She opened the door and exclaimed her disgust, "MALFOY!"
And turned with a shocked 'Are you out of your bloody mind?' look at Harry, whom was coming in from the den.
"Granger, how have you been since Hogwarts?" Malfoy drawled... pleasently... well as pleasent as the arrogant arsehole can be.
"Fine, thank you," she replied tight lipped.
"Ratface, how are you?" Harry greeted Malfoy, ushering him inside and closing the door.
"Dandy, Scarhead, and you?" Malfoy replied.
"Schedule is more in tune with the world, how's yours?"
"Getting to normal."
The two former nemesis' chatted on there way to the den, where Harry put up a privacy bubble.
Hermione went back to her spot on the couch in shock... 'Harry and Malfoy? Something is bloody wrong with that picture.'
Back to the former rivals, turned allies. "So, how are things progressing with Granger?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Potter, you know!"
"What? She's just one of my best friends."
"That's what you always say, and I know you have a thing for the Beaver, you already admitted so."
"Don't call her that... and there's some problems you don't know about."
"What... she's not a...?"
"I don't know, and not that I know of, if so, she's great at hiding..." Harry switched topics, "So, when are we going to start our plan concerning J?"
"Do you have an invisability cloak?"
"Yeah."
"Ah ha! I knew it! Uh... we'll use it to sneak in and plant the new stuff in his pipe box."
"Then wait till he smokes it, right?"
"Bingo."
Harry laughed, "I knew I should not have given you that book of muggle nersery rhymes for Christmas!"
"Hey, I'm glad you did, there's some terrific songs in there!"
"Like what?"
"Mary had a little lamb, lit."
"Okay, STOP!" Harry begged through his laughter.
"So what did you give Granger for Christmas?"
"Flourish and Blotts gift certificate."
"How unromantic."
"The woman loves books, okay."
Malfoy laughed.
"When are we putting the plan in motion?"
"This weekend?" Malfoy asked.
"Sure, so how are we getting the 'stuff'?"
"Already arranged."
"Fantastic."
Sunday morning, around one am. Harry and Malfoy are in Harry's kitchen drinking and talking loudly (There just a 'little' drunk).
"CAN YOU BELIEVE SOMEONE ELSE BEAT US TO THE PUNCH POTTER?"
"YOUR RIGHT, SOMEBODY ELSE MUST HATED CHIEF JACKSON AS MUCH AS US!"
"THA' WAS MOS' UNPRE... UN-PRE-DICK-TABLE!"
"BUT STILL A GREAT TIME."
"FOR SURE! ANYPLACE I CAN PASS OUT HERE?"
"O' COURSE, THE COUCH."
"THANKS SCARFACE."
"NO PROBLEM RATFACE, GOOD NIGHT."
"G' NIGHT, SWEET DREAMS."
Seven am, Harry's up making breakfast.
"Scarhead, what are you doing up and where's your loo?"
"I'm making breakfast and the loo is straight ahead from the top of the stairs."
"Thanks."
"Uh, huh."
Hermione came down a few minutes after Malfoy returned from the loo.
The trio ate the breakfast Harry prepared in silence, when they were finished, Malfoy got up, "Well, thanks for accomadating me, Potter, and uh... nice to see you again, Granger."
Hermione half nodded as Harry walked Malfoy out.
"Good luck, Malfoy," Harry stuck out his hand.
"You too, Potter, see you at the next Hogwart's reunion?"
"Sure."
"And you better have made a move by then."
"And if I haven't?"
"I'll make one for you," the two manly hugged and Harry let Malfoy out.
"Adios Scarhead." Harry nodded and Malfoy apparated away.
"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?" Hermione finally releasing er surprise, shock, maybe with a tinge of anger.
"What?"
"You and Malfoy... hugging.. and as if you were... do I dare say it... friends?"
"Well, we are... sort of. We shared a cubicle, and were the only guards at Azkaban, many a time. He drew the first yearly guard duty, they ever had, last year, well about a year and a half ago now, that's why he didn't make the reunion."
"Is that as far as your going into any of it?"
"Yeah," Harry replied nodding.
"But, what about the past week... the secret meetings, and then last night?"
"We were collaborating on something."
"What?"
"Oh, I'm sure the prophet will say something."
Hermione opened her newspaper and read the headline, "AUROR HEAD JACKSON DEAD!"
"You didn't?"
"No! No, we didn't... almost, but someone else beat us to it."
"You were planning to!?"
"Yeah," Harry replied off hand.
"Why?"
"Because the man was such a bigot."
"And Malfoy's not?"
"He's been under the same shit as I have, he's been enduring the same hell as me.. the past three plus years. We were comrades in that sense and I've gotten to know Malfoy the past five years, he saved my life! I know the man, you knew the nemisis."
"What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"I'm rebelling against the system, the man."
"I don't like the government any more then you, Harry, but I don't see any other way of getting past there injustices without working with them or at least partly with them. We can't have anarchy, that would be like having Voldemort in charge!"
"The Voldemort supporters, the Fudge supporters, the bigots need to be rid of."
"So... your banding together with... Malfoy?"
"We had the same cause, we worked for it, it suceeded without us, so it worked."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"
Why?"
"If they find out what you and Malfoy were planning... you could end up in the very place you were guarding!"
"Well, pray to merlin, nobody ever finds out."
"Oh, I will be."
Noon, A team of twelve Aurors, a ministry official and a reporter, along with a photograher, break down Harry's front door, ransack through the house, finding Harry Potter asleep in his bedroom.
Two Aurors pull him from his slumber(... and bed), still wearing the same clothes he had been sporting the previous evening.
"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for breaking and entering, and for Murder," announced Percy Weasley, the ministry official, as the photographer snapped photographs, of the dazed, disgruntled, half asleep, Harry Potter.
Hermione came up from the basement as a result of the commotion and caught a look with Harry as he was dragged out of his home.
He gave her a questioning look, meaning, 'Did you?'
She shook her had, 'No,' as she stared in shock at the arrest of her best friend.
The Headline for the Evening Prophet read: HARRY POTTER CHARGED WITH THE MURDER OF AUROR CHIEF JACKSON. WILL NOT NAME HIS COLLABORATOR!.... Collaborater, still unknown and at large!
Earlier, in a ministry interogation chamber...
"I told you twenty times already PERCY! WE DID NOT MURDER JACKSON. WAIT A MINUTE, your not an Auror, I don't have to answer to anything you say," evidently Harry has finally woken completly, after being arrested out of bed.
"WE?"
"Urgh... I DID NOT MURDER HIM!"
Percy rushed out of the room right then, "He said WE! His collaborater is unknown and presumably at large," Percy announced to the press hovering outside of the chamber.
There we have chapter seven. I have 57 totals pages written so far, and even though that is true, don't expect frequent updates, hopefully, once a week, or twice a month. My classes are my top priority, this is what I do when I can't sleep, or am stressed out. So, if I don't update again till my spring break in March, my classes are the reason. Thank you for reading and reviewing, and please do the latter.... meaning, review. I'd like feedback on all chapters, even ones I wrote way back in the fall, like this one.
well I guess I lied in the last authors note, this is the last chapter I'll post before going back to college, a grayhound but 700 plus miles back to school and yes, I'm still in the same state.
