Title: Guns and Roses
Summary: AU. Harry Potter: novelist who witnesses attempted murder by the mob. Draco Malfoy: son of a mobster. What happens when Draco shows up on the morning of Harry's witness protection departure claiming to be his assigned bodyguard? DMHP.
Warnings: Slight het.
Chapter 2: Debriefing
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"Morning, Ash," Draco smiled at the desk secretary in the lobby of the Ministry of Research. The young woman seemed flustered by the several telephone rings on numerous different lines in which she answered with a "Good morning, please hold."
Ashley Summers brushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear. "Morning, Mr. Malfoy," she smiled, pressing a flashing button and breathlessly talking into her headset, "Sorry to bother you, Trish, but Fudge, Bones, Macmillan, and six associates are on hold for Lucius. Oh! And also tell him that Draco is here."
Pressing another button she said, "Good morning, please hold."
Draco chuckled, "Too busy for a coffee break, I see," he placed a cup of steaming coffee onto her desk and gave her a mock salute, "Over and out, Ash." Ashley sent him a withering smile as he began to walk towards the elevators.
Men and women in suits and dresses whizzed by him as he waited for his lift. After a minute or so, there was a soft 'ding' and he stepped inside the elevator. Agitation showed on his expression as people kept getting off and on, but finally he reached the top floor and exited.
The hallway was dimly lit, and in Draco's opinion, looked quite eerie in all of its tranquility. He could practically hear his soft breathing echoing off of the walls. Usually, only members of the D.E. were invited up here.
At the end of the hallway there was a bulky man in a black suit and sunglasses. An onlooker would most likely find this strange due to the scarce lighting and warm temperature outdoors.
Draco had no room to judge though, because he was dressed in the same exact way, 'Our trademark,' Draco thought with a roll of the eyes. "Good morning, Al," Draco said as he walked past him through the door behind him. The large man only nodded with a grunt.
'What idiots, I guess brawn wins out on brains these days.' Draco thought. He stood in a lounge type room with white leather sofas and cherry wood coffee tables. The room had a neon blue hue, for there were two large lighted aquariums lining the perimeter. The tropical fish cast moving shadows on the walls.
Draco walked over to the mini-bar to mix himself a drink. The bar was illuminated in its own neon silver light. Draco shook his head. His father was getting adventurous in his older age. This room never failed to remind him of the Las Vegas casinos across the pond.
Within moments, Lucius Malfoy stepped out of a door at the end of the room; his pale face cast light blue, which made him look more imposing in Draco's eyes than usual. But, he mused, he probably looked the same unnatural shade.
His father's long platinum blonde hair was pulled back elegantly; he was adorned in a dark navy blue suit. Lucius greeted his son with a nod and spoke, "Draco." He held his own drink within his hand as he took a seat.
Draco immediately followed suit, these things were expected of him despite his twenty six years of age. Lucius Malfoy had a powerful presence, and with a single glance, you knew that he was not one to be messed with, for one's own sake.
"Father," Draco countered, "you wanted to see me."
Statements. Only statements. Questions were never smiled upon.
"Yes, I did," Lucius said vaguely taking an unrushed sip of his drink. "Avery is on trial today, Draco," he let his ice blue eyes rest on Draco, "He won't be returning, I am afraid."
Countless inquisitions were racing through Draco's mind that he wanted to ask his father, but he knew better and sat patiently. Draco noted the fairly amused smirk on his father's face no doubt because of his silence. 'God, what an asshole,' Draco thought.
"Apparently, he was seen doing business by a fool who prevented its completion."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "You want me to get rid of aforementioned fool," Draco said.
"Ah, yes I do. This fool goes by the name of Harry Potter—rather famous novelist—nonetheless foolish for attempting to foil the removal of Mr. Pettigrew."
"I assume Pettigrew is alive then." That was the loophole in non-question asking discussions. Draco had certainly had plenty of time to perfect it.
"You assumed correct, Draco. According to inside sources, the traitor was only shot in the hand. He and the author passed out just before the police arrived."
"I've heard of Harry Potter before," Draco spoke more to himself than to his father.
"Everyone has, don't be insolent, boy." Lucius said in clear annoyance.
"Yes, but I have heard of him from somewhere else besides his books…I can't recall."
Lucius only smirked, "Need not worry, Draco. Due to the date of the trial being today, Mr. Potter's witness protection departure will take place tomorrow morning. You are to be on his doorstep by sunrise, and you are to go with him to his new destination. Do you understand?" Lucius asked sternly.
"Yes, sir." Draco answered.
"You are to gain his trust," Lucius then smiled in a frightening manner, "You are to gain his love. You shall wait until further notice in which you will dispose of him." Draco nodded, yet somehow he was able to hide his expression of irritation towards his father.
Was all of the drama quite necessary?
"You are excused," Lucius finished. Draco stood up and downed the remainder of his drink before exiting the room. With a final nod at Al, he stepped into the elevator. Thankfully things must have calmed down from the morning rush, for there was only himself occupying the lift.
Reaching the lobby floor, Draco saw that it was still quite busy, and that Ashley wasn't occupying the main desk. Her assistant was taking the calls—she must have been on break.
The corner of his lips turned up as he walked towards the staff lounge. On his way, the very person that he was looking for stepped out of the lounge, and stopped right in front of him in mild surprise.
"Draco," she smiled seductively.
"Ashley."
A pause ensued before their lips were crashed together hotly, Ashley's arms wrapped around Draco's neck; his arms lifting her up as they backed against the janitor's closet. They fumbled with the door knob before it gave in and they blindly backed inside.
Draco began to kiss and suck at her long, pale neck, eliciting a soft moan from her rosy lips. She began to fumble with his pants and before long, they were down—briefs and all—and her sizzling wet mouth enveloped him.
TBC…
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