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Chapter Three

Draco lay awake in bed, thinking about his day, Ron snoring beside him. He felt troubled, and he knew why; Damn Parkinson, he thought. Coming in with her sexy outfit and suggestive conversation. Do you remember our first fuck Draco? The vixen had asked offhandedly. What the hell kind of question was that? Of course he remembered his first fuck. It was his first fuck after all! But Draco didn't swing that way anymore; as much of a nymph as Draco was that allowed him to enjoy any sex, he had grown tired of Pansy and chosen Ron, who had kept him happy for five years now.

Then why did Pansy turn me on so much today? He thought. He had been positively itching to get into her pants all afternoon, springing to life every time she walked by him and smiled that evil, sexy little smile of hers. Ron rolled over and lay his head on Draco's shoulder. Draco reached up and stoked his lover's scarlet hair, sighing. He had to admit, things weren't as fiery as they used to be, back when he and Ron were first together, exploring and experimenting. He still loved Ron, and the sex was fine, but a part of him wanted something more…

That's probably why Pansy had an effect on me today, he thought. Despite not liking girls so much, Pansy was kinky, and that was exactly how Draco liked it.

Harry Potter came into Draco's workplace the next day, carrying a folder of moving pictures in his arms, and lay the folder on Draco's desk.

"What's this?" Draco asked, opening the folder and staring down into the psychotic black eyes of his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco looked up at Harry, who wore a frustrated expression.

"New assignment from the Order," Harry said, sitting down and gesturing for Draco to take a seat. "Assigned to me."

"Assigned to you? Why?" Draco asked, sitting down beside Harry. Harry was in the Order, but he didn't work under the Order; he worked as an Auror, so he didn't take assignments from the Order, Draco and the others in the Righteous did. Harry looked serious.

"The Order thought I might be interested in working on this case," Harry explained. "Alongside you."

Draco leaned back into his chair, taking his eyes off Lestrange. She was still out there, Draco knew. And he also knew that it was Harry's greatest wish to find her and avenge Sirius's death.

"Okay, what's the assignment?" Draco asked.

"Are you on board?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Probably," he replied. Draco never turned down a case, after all.

"Good," said Harry. "Because actually, we really need you."

Draco smirked. "Tell me something I don't know."

"Listen," Harry said. "Lestrange is the only former death eater who hasn't been caught. We thought we'd gotten close to catching her before but…you know, those all fell flat."

Draco nodded, remembering those nights when Ron would have to hurry over to Harry and Ginny's flat to comfort him on once again failing to catch his godfather's killer. He turned to the next page and Draco caught his breath, staring down at the image of a thin, blonde woman with icy blue eyes, blinking up at him, wearing a sneer that much matched the one he used to be so infamous for…

"Narcissa Malfoy," Harry said, "is our lead. And that's why we need you."

Draco was silent, staring down at his mother—he hadn't seen or talked to her in years. After he joined the Order, his mother estranged him from the family.

"She knows where Lestrange is," Harry said. "We need you to talk to her. Get it out of her somehow."

"Just use Veritaserum," Draco said, closing the folder on his mother's face.

"We might, later," Harry said. "But that takes forever to make. We thought we might try this way first."

"She won't tell me anything," Draco said. "I can't persuade her. She hates me now."

Harry sighed. "I know. But it's worth a shot, isn't it? You are her only son."

"Well, I never said I wouldn't try."

Harry smiled and stood up, shaking Draco's hand. "I'll tell McGonagall."

Draco rested his face in his hands and sighed.

"Are you okay, Draco?" a voice said from above Draco's hung head. He peered up into the pretty face of Pansy Parkinson and couldn't help but sneer a little. He wasn't in the mood for her right now.

"You look tense, Draco," she said. "Do you want a backrub?"

"No," he said quickly, standing up and shoving the folder in a desk drawer.

"Draco," Pansy said, her eyes glistening, her face full of hurt. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Draco frowned, looking down at Pansy sympathetically. "No Pansy, it's not you."

Pansy smiled and reached up, placing her hands on his shoulders. He sighed and sat back down, succumbing to her touch as she dug her fingers into his tense shoulders, sending shivers up his neck. He tried to ignore the way her hands could read his body like a map, how she remembered exactly how he liked to be touched. She moved her hands up and rubbed his neck, little goosebumps forming on his skin.

"Thanks Pansy," Draco muttered, breathing short sighs of relief as his muscles relaxed.

"There you go," Pansy said, her voice delicate and soothing. He felt her hands leave his skin and little pricks of strange pleasure erupted all over him. He turned around to look at her again, but by the time he did, she was gone.

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Fred and George sat in their favorite pub, The Hog's Head, on Thursday night, relaxing after a long day at the shop. It was already a little past ten, and Fred was having his third pitcher.

"Jesus, slow down Fred," George said, cocking one eyebrow at his brother. He turned around and gazed at the door, his eyes suddenly lighting up, and he grinned, nudging Fred in the ribs.

"Ouch, what is it?" Fred asked, taking a drink. He followed his brother's eyes to the pretty brunette witch who just walked into the pub. She was eyeing Fred seductively, and smiled at him when she sat down at a table and noticed that he was looking back at her.

"Heyyyy," George said to Fred, the grin plastered to his face. Fred smirked and winked at the girl, tossing a wave of cherry hair out of his face. He wasn't especially attracted to brunettes, as blondes were much more his type, but he felt a little tipsy and anyway, he needed to get his mind off the problematic dinner he would be attending in a couple of days. Taking the bait, he stood up and sauntered over to the girl, who turned her head away and giggled. Fred smirked. He liked it when they played it coy. He sat down in front of her and leaned back to grab the attention of a waitress.

"What will you be having?" Fred asked, staring straight into the eyes of the brunette and smiling. She never took her eyes off him as she ordered a martini on the rocks, and he had to admit that he found her a lot prettier now that he could see her up close. She had flashing emerald eyes, pretty pink lips, and her long raven hair fell in silky waves down her back.

"I'm Fred," he said, extending a hand. The girl took it, her skin soft and warm.

"Christina Mills," she said, winking. His lips curled higher, intrigued. "You and your brother own the joke shop a few blocks down, right?"

"Right you are," he said casually. He leaned forward. "We give pretty girls discounts."

She laughed, raising her eyebrows at him.

"What do you do?" he asked. Stripper, he bet to himself.

"I'm a nurse trainee at St. Mungo's," she answered.

This time Fred was the one to raise his eyebrows. "Ambitious."

"I guess so. But owning your own shop is ambitious, too."

Fred shrugged. "I go for what I want."

Christina smiled. "Apparently, so does your brother."

"What?"

Christina pointed over Fred's shoulder and he rolled his eyes, smiling, and not even bothering to look back.

"He's snogging someone, isn't he?" he asked.

Christina nodded.

"My brother for you."

"Are you anything alike?" Christina asked. The waitress came by and gave Christina her martini. She picked the stick out of her drink and cocked an eyebrow at Fred, who leaned forward and bit the olive off the stick, keeping his eyes locked on her.

"So, you didn't answer my question," Christina said. Fred swallowed.

"Am I anything like my brother?" he turned around and watched as his brother slid a sly hand underneath a poor girl's shirt. Another victim, Fred thought, shaking his head and turning back to Christina.

"It depends," he said, grinning. "I can be exactly like my brother if that's what you want."

Christina just grinned and took a sip of her drink.

"So do you mind me asking what a girl like you is doing here?" he asked. Ten galleons says she's here to get laid, Fred thought to himself.

"What do you mean a girl like me?" But she smiled because she knew exactly what he meant. He amused her, and touched her leg with his foot underneath the table.

"Pretty," he said, his eyes softening, "Smart. Classy."

"Can't a girl have some fun?" she replied. Close enough, Fred thought.

"In that case, would you like to see my flat?" Fred ventured, his eyes as wide and innocent as he could make them.

Christina opened her mouth to speak but a voice yelled over, interrupting her.

"See you at home, Fred!" It was George, who Fred saw upon turning around that his brother had his arm around not one victim, but two. He watched George stumble out of the bar. Fred groaned and stood up. It looked like George had done his brother's job for him. He threw some money on the table to pay for Christina's drink without so much as casting another look in her direction.

"Hey, where are you going?" Christina asked, but Fred ignored her, walked outside, and pivoted out of sight with the large Crack! that always accompanied apparating. He reappeared outside his home in order to give his brother a bit of privacy just in case, but when he got to the front door he heard loud laughter coming from inside. Considering the scene to be a safe one, he entered his apartment and walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, there are two of you!" A girl with long red hair smiled at Fred, her friend draped all over George, holding a beer. He was surprised there was even any beer left.

"Double your pleasure," Fred said, staring at the redhead, a feral grin on his face. She came over to him, George apparently too preoccupied with his own catch to acknowledge Fred. No matter though, this girl would give Fred all the attention he needed.

"Can I see your room?" she asked, looking longingly up at him.

"Well, you can't avoid the Weasley charm," he said, grinning and holding out his hand. She squealed and took it, feeling cold and clammy and…

Drunk, Fred thought. Why were girls always so drunk when they slept with him? Before Fred could even reach his room, he was being pinned up against the wall, the girl's lips pressing against his. He didn't even know her name, and right now, he didn't care. He grabbed her waist and picked her up, and she giggled in between kisses, grabbing his hair in her hands and stroking his face. She smelled like flowers and alcohol, her flushed cheeks the shade of roses. And without any further ado, he carried her into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind him.

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The Righteous had been called to a meeting by the Order, and Pansy made sure that she snagged a seat beside Draco. She could almost feel the chemistry sparking between the two of them, as she had yesterday while giving him a massage. She wondered if Ron ever did anything for him like that, glaring at the messy carrot top who sat on the other side of Draco. He and Harry were the only Aurors there, much to Pansy's annoyance. In her opinion, it should be up to the Righteous to do the dirty work, and Aurors should be wiped from the list of occupations.

Harry stood up and began to speak.

"Thanks for deciding to meet with us," he said. "I know that we usually don't work together, but the Order assigned me this case and I requested to work with all of you, seeing as you have an impressive criminal catch record."

Pansy cocked an eyebrow. "Why did the Order assign something to you?"

"It involves Bellatrix Lestrange," Draco said, looking over at her. "And Harry's in the order."

"I guess they thought it just deemed appropriate," Harry continued. Pansy smiled. If it involved Bellatrix, then no wonder he wanted in on this case. He's in it for revenge, Pansy thought.

"Where do we start?" Neville asked.

"We start…" Harry said, turning his gaze to Draco. "With Narcissa Malfoy."

"Where is dear old Narcissa these days?" Pansy asked. She had spent many summer months at the Malfoy Manor with Draco, during which she had met his mother Narcissa, who treated her like her own daughter, taking to her very nicely. She looked at Draco and smiled, wondering if he was sharing the same memory as her at this very moment, the one in the lake, the first time they went skinny dipping together, summer after third year…

Draco did look pensive, but when he opened his mouth, he had something else on his mind.

"You know Harry, we should get Pansy to do it," he said. Pansy sat up, shocked out of her daydream.

"Do what, Draco?" asked Harry.

"Talk to my mum. She loves Pansy, I bet she could get her to talk better than I ever could."

Pansy sat with her mouth open, at a loss for words. Her? The thought made her nervous and excited; it would be the first big case for her where she actually got to play a lead role.

"Really, Pansy?" Harry asked. Pansy shrugged.

"Come on," said Draco. "You have to admit that she loves you!"

I want it to be you who loves me, Pansy thought to herself, but she just nodded.

"I'll do it," she agreed.

When the meeting ended and everyone stood up to leave, Pansy kept looking at Draco, scowling as she watched him ruffle Ron's hair, the two of them trying to be inconspicuous. Pansy narrowed her eyes and followed the couple into the hallway.

"Hey Draco," she called. The pair turned around and Ron shot Pansy a curious look. She shoved past him and stood in front of Draco.

"Thanks for dumping that entire case on me," she said, flipping her hair. "Now you really do owe me a date."

"What?" said Ron.

Pansy looked at him. "Draco and I are just going to have a little fun, that's all, right Draco?" She said, looking up at him.

"Er…Pansy…now isn't the right time…" Draco started.

"Right time for what?" Ron said, this time a little louder and more heated.

"Don't worry Ron," Pansy said. "Draco and I just want to catch up on a few things, that's all."

She smirked at the redhead before turning on her heels and walking away, leaving the two at a standstill, smiling at her own incredulous behavior.