Title: Mr. Suave
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Summary: AU Harry Potter, defeater of You-Know-Who, is a total man whore. He was a new girl every week, and sometimes a guy. When an Auror from France's Ministry switches into England's, will Harry be forever stuck on this seemingly unattainable new girl? Or is it a guy?
Dedication: I hereby dedicate this story to Lady and Miss Thang (Moonlight Shadows and Yoshi09). You guys make me giggle. Well, actually, so does Holy Pancake (my beta), so I'll dedicate this to her too.
Chapter 1:
…
It was a clear day in London, blue skies, bustling crowds, and light breezes. The usual. At least, above ground it was.
On the discreet corner of a discreet street sat a very discreet phone booth. A man wearing a khaki trench coat walked into the phone booth and firmly closed the door behind him.
Anybody watching the man would have though him to just be making a phone call to an angry wife or inquiring boss or something of the sort.
But anyone who got close enough to see him clearly (and not get distracted by his handsome features) would have seen him punch in the numbers 6-2-4-4-2. One might find this odd since a normal phone number had at least seven numbers. Maybe you didn't see him punch in the two missing numbers? Not likely. The man talks for a while before he hangs up and, suddenly, disappears.
Guess you shouldn't have blinked.
…
Harry Potter was a dignified, precise, and extremely proud man. He walked with a powerful stride, purpose oozing with each step he took. Maybe a little suave here and there for the ladies as well.
He smiled at the secretary (what was her name again?) who blushed and giggled before fluttering her eyelashes at him.
His emerald eyes scanned her nametag (and maybe a few other things as well) before saying,
"Will you check me in, Ms. Carrie?" he asked with an overly charming smile.
"Of course Mr. Potter, go right on in." She replied making ga-ga eyes at him.
He winked at her before walking away to his office. Throwing off his trench coat, he revealed his white dress shirt, black slacks and black cloak. Checking his inbox he found a note from Dawlish.
Meeting on Monday
in the main office
at lunchtime.
-dawlish
There was also a not from Cho from the Events Department.
I miss you.
3 Cho
A smirk befell Harry's lips. Her week was over, and he didn't miss her. Besides, he picked up his new girl at the bar yesterday (her name was Mei…or was it April? No wait, April was last week, so it was Mei.) and cheating was just shameful. Picking up a piece of pink paper (a little tradition he had when he dumped girls guys got blue), he wrote:
And I don't miss you.
3 Harry
He folded the piece of paper into a heart (he learned it from a past girlfriend or was it a boyfriend? Oh well.) and with a wave of his hand, it disappeared off his desk and into Cho's inbox.
Smirking, he grabbed the first assignment off his desk and was gone in a snap. Or a crack. Whichever one.
Harry did not return to his office until about two minutes to the meeting. He cursed as he read the time and quickly conjured himself a glass of water as he ran toward the Main office hall for the Auror department. He stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath and placing a smooth smile on his face before walking in. It seemed that he wasn't too late as everyone was standing around talking.
"Mornin' Potter." Harry heard from Mad-Eye who was standing by the podium. Even though Mad-eye was in his old age, he made a good Department head/Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for Hogwarts.
"How's it going Professor Moody? Long time no see." Harry replied as they shook hands (a manly thing…)
"Wotcher Harry!" Tonks winked at him.
Harry chuckled. "Hey auntie Tonks. How's the baby coming along?" Harry asked as he gave her a hug.
"Trust me Harry, the third month's the same as the second."
"Well take it easy alright?" He gave her a kiss on the forehead (she tried to swat him away) before heading off to his designated seat.
A chime rang as Harry sat down indicating the star of the meeting. Mad-eye stepped up to the podium.
"Settle down, settle down. Now is everyone heer and accounted for?"
"Belle isn't here, she owled in sick." Kingsley said from the corner.
"All right then, we'll just have to fill her in later. Now, on to the first part of business. Ms Smith over there has just finished her French lessons," he growled out, "and she's requested to be transferred to France to put her lessons to good use."
A few mutters of encouragement swept the room. Allison smith blushed in her seat.
"Potter." Moody gruffly said as he faced him.
"Yeah?" Harry replied stiffly. He was slightly disappointed. Allison had a very…'pretty' body.
"Since she's from your squadron, the transfer will be filling in her spot. I'm not quite sure as to who it is, so brace yourself. And also, quite unfortunate for you, Potter, Dawlish is retiring."
Shouts of disagreement, shock, and 'good lucks' filled the room.
"QUIET DOWN!" Moody snarled out. The room quieted immediately, but silence did not come completely. "So Potter, you'll be getting two transfers. All I got to confirm with the French minister is that they speak English well enough, so don't worry about that. If all has been going well on their end, they should be in tonight and will be reporting for their first day of work bright and early tomorrow.
"So that's that. But anyways…"
Harry tuned out the rest of the meeting and sunk down into his chair.
Two transfers. His week was going to be hell. 'And they probably only speak 'Eenglish'…' He thought angrily.