On the way back to civilization, Hermione had opened up to Draco so much, she was practically dragging him down the street by the hand. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and she knew he was all too happy about being out of Azkaban to notice Granger was actually touching his skin.
Draco breathed the city air in as they arrived in London, taking no notice of the looks he was getting from Muggle and Wizard-kind alike. Mostly because he looked like a convict that had spent 5 years underground... Though that is nearly exactly what happened.
"Wait here, Draco!" called Hermione as she pushed him into a kitchen chair. They were both in the house of Draco's new Bodyguard / Auror / Stalker. He hadn't seen the person yet, but from the look of the apartment, he could do with a cleaning lady or a house elf. It wasn't exactly dirty, but it wasn't exactly clean, either.
Draco sighed as he saw Hermione bustle off to get the Auror, as Draco listened, he heard the sound of a shower being used and the sound of Hermione banging on the bathroom door. Draco snickered and just then heard his stomach growl.
Draco groaned and massaged his stomach. Food. He needed food. NOW. Draco quickly stood up and ignored the sound of a disgruntled young man stepping out of the bathroom and asking Hermione what the hell was going on.
"Hnnn..." mumbled Draco to himself, going through the cupboards and finding a nice big bowl of fruit. Draco took a big apple and sat back down on his chair, placing the apple to his lips before he heard voices and footsteps again.
"Hermione... I was half-way through a shower... What the fuck is this all about...?" came a reluctant voice.
"You've got a new mission!" squeaked Hermione's happy and bouncy voice.
"'Mission'?"
"Well... not exactly a mission, you just gotta keep an eye on the guy for a few months or whatever, make sure he doesn't do anything bad, and never let him out of your sight!"
"..."
"So, will you do it?"
"... I'll think about it... Who is this person, by the way...?"
"Eerrr... Just tell me if you'll do it first!"
". . . Fine. I'll do it."
"YAY!"
Draco looked up as Hermione and the Auror entered the kitchen and his eyes nearly popped out.
Hermione was standing beside a man. The man only clad in black and red silk boxer shorts and a pair of glasses. He had water dripping off all his body, a pair of round glasses resting on his nose, messy black hair, emerald eyes and a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Harry Potter. 26. Chief of Auror Office, the man who was the only one who survived the killing curse and the one who killed Voldemort a few years previously. Quiddich eccentric and wonderful Seeker.
". . . Hermione..." said Harry slowly, his eyes slightly wide and fixed on Draco's.
"Yes, Harry...?" asked Hermione slowly, taking a step away from her old friend.
"What is Malfoy doing in my kitchen? What is he doing out of Azkaban? Why is he still alive?" all these questions slipped from Harry's lips with ease, they were cool and calm, but Draco could see from Harry's clenched dripping-wet fists that he had not yet forgotten about their ever-present hatred for each other.
"Ummm..." said Hermione slowly, glancing from Harry to Draco and back again. "He's here because i brought him here. He's out of Azkaban because the Minster said so. He's still alive because he just is..."
Draco's eyes refused to move from Harry's. Those emerald orbs were hypnotizing... Draco put the apple onto the table in front of him, then suddenly saw a wand pointing to his heart. Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry.
"You could take someone's eye out with that Potter..." hissed Draco.
Harry kept his wand pointing to Draco's chest.
"Harry! Stop it! You're supposed to be protecting him!" screamed Hermione.
"You told me to accept the 'mission' before you told me who i was to protect... You did it because you knew i wouldn't accept protecting Malfoy... THEN WHY DID YOU MAKE ME ACCEPT!" roared Harry, his wand sending a few red sparks showering onto the cloth hanging over Draco's chest.
"H-HARRY! I didn't mean to! You accepted my yourself! You were my last hope! No one else wanted to!" Shouted Hermione, her voice shaking, tears rising in her eyes.
Harry's eyes were still fixed on Draco's. Draco's were slowly surveying Harry's near-naked body with interest.
Harry had now got a wonderfully toned muscular body. Not too muscly, but not too skinny either. A wonderful quiddich body. Small scars and burns littering all over his damp skin. Draco's eyes ripped themselves away from Harry's boxer shorts and looked up at the emerald orbs once again. Harry's eyes were ageless. They looked like pools of green, glittering liquid, shimmering in the moonlight. Though, on close inspection, Harry had dark rings under his eyes from sleepless nights.
Harry surveyed Draco silently, his eyes dragging over Draco's body. Draco was much grubbier than Harry would have expected. Though, his body still wasn't too bad. A little on the skinny side, but still good.
"So... will you still do it?" asked Hermione softly, looking at Harry hopefully.
Harry yanked his eyes away from the rip that was in Draco's shirt that exposed quite a bit of pale chest underneath it and looked back up to Draco's silver eyes, finding them watching him thoughtfully.
". . . Fine." breathed Harry, his voice low and almost inaudible.
Draco blinked and Hermione squealed with joy.
Hermione hugged Harry tightly, pulled his wand out of his grip and grinned happily.
"Okay, Harry! I've made up some rules. One; No using your wand on Draco unless it is severely necessary." Recited Hermione, reading from a piece of parchment. "Two; No letting Draco out of your sight unless necessary. Three; Make him comfortable. Four; Let him do what he wants unless it isn't right. Five; Don't take advantage of him-" Harry blinked and Draco's cheeks went a little red. "-Six; ..."
Hermione continued on for what seemed like half an hour, then finally finished with;
"and last but not least don't let Draco die."
Harry stared at Hermione, his wand held loosely at his side, hermione had given his wand back to him somewhere in between 'no stealing' and 'don't drink too much coffee' "... uh huh..."
One of Draco's eyebrows were raised and he was surveying Hermione silently. Was this girl mad?
"Anyway" chimed Hermione happily, stuffing the parchment into her pocket. "Have fun, boys! And remember, no killing!"
Before Harry could say anything else, Hermione had swept out the door and out of sight.
"... Well, fuck."
((TBC sorry it took so long for me to post this! dies))