This is a long one, just because I'm so nice :)
"Don't be such a child, Malfoy!" Potter said cheerily and skipped to the car. Draco made a face but followed. He had been admiring muggle cars for awhile now but he'd never actually sit inside one. It was a frightening thought but he'd never, EVER admit that to Potter the Perfect. Draco eyed Potter as the prat opened the driver's door and gracefully slid inside. The door slammed back and hid Potter's features entirely. Now, that's creepy! It's like a driverless car! Draco's skin was covered with goosebumps as he walked around the car and opened the door to the front passenger's seat. He closed his eyes, dragged in a ragged breath and slid inside. Once inside he opened his eyes to reveal Potter's face, grinning from ear to ear. Draco quickly looked away to obscure the insides of the devilish car. It was luxurious, with leather everywhere! The delightful smell filled Draco's nostrils and he sighed and closed the door.
Potter was still eyeing him with interest. Draco tried to hide his emotions but it was becoming increasingly difficult with damn Potter around. Potter just smirked at him and pushed a button.
Nothing happened.
"Clearly your precious car is broken, Potter." Draco drawled. "You should try getting it fixed." Draco was pleased with his insult but Potter's smirk just widened.
"Fasten your seatbelts, Malfoy," Potter said as the car moved.
"What the-!" Draco cried and grabbed Potters arm in frenzy. Potter froze and looked at Draco but didn't draw his arm back. It was quiet for the whole span of two seconds before Potter started laughing. He was laughing at Draco for the second time in five minutes. That damn Golden Boy, Savior of the Wizarding World, The most Perfect of all Perfects, why couldn't he just leave Draco alone and stop mocking him?
Potter seemed to be startled by Draco's dark expression. His laughter subsided and he coughed awkwardly before retrieving his arm.
"I'm sorry…" Potter started. "It's electric so…" Potter waved his hand like he was stating something obvious. It didn't seem obvious to Draco.
"What Potter?"
"You don't…? oh… right, my car is electric and that's why it's so soundless, understand?" Potter finally quacked.
"No I don't but I don't care either so can we just move on?" Draco made his face blank and turned away from Potter. He noted that he could see outside even if no one could see inside. Clever muggles. Potter finally stopped struggling for words and Draco sighed. He felt the car move but again no sound escaped the engine. This will take some time getting used to.
"So… what are you doing for a living, Malfoy?" Potter asked him conversationally.
"Oh, just this and that." He would never of course tell Potter what he really did. Not only because it was highly illegal but also because the Auror would be unimpressed. Smuggling various things for muggles wasn't exactly an impressive job but it paid off well. He had been Flooing all over the world with illegal stuff for muggles, who paid him enormous sums for it, for months.
"Are we there yet?" Draco asked.
"No"
They drove through London for half an hour before Potter decided to pull over.
"We're there", he informed Draco.
"And where exactly is 'there'?" Draco asked with a sneer but Potter only ignored him and stepped gracefully out of the car. Why couldn't that gorgeous prat be clumsy and unattractive? Just my luck.
oo0oo
They were outside a certain pub Harry had been frequently visiting for weeks. Not to drink though, but to pick up various informations about well known and less known criminals in town. The man they were meeting had been very informative before so it was Harry's first stop. He hadn't planned anything else for them to do so he hoped his man would give them something to work on.
Harry turned around in time to see Malfoy stepping out of the car. Malfoy gave the car a loathsome glare as he closed the door. He then walked around the vehicle to stand at Harry's side.
"Is this the best place you came up with?" Malfoy asked and tilted his head to one side like a dog investigating a treat. Harry shrugged and stepped inside. The place was as gloomy as before. The bar was dark and a thick layer of dust lay over everything and gave it a muddy texture. It reminded him of the Hog's Head, the costumers even felt familiar. He only paused to give the bartender a short nod before walking swiftly across the room, the floorboards creaking with every step. His eyes found the short, round man that sat at a small circular table in the corner farthest from the entrance. The man reminded him deeply of Peter Pettigrew and Harry barely surpressed a scowl. Malfoy seemed to notice Harry's distaste of the man because his lips twisted into an evil smirk. Harry immediately tried to block Malfoy out of his mind and count to ten, to no avail.
As they sat down at the table, the short, round man looked up to reveal his face. His mouth was broad and currently twisted in displeasure. His nose was potato-like and small and seemed to be set far too high above the mouth. His eyes though, were big and bright blue which added an innocent look to the man's otherwise ugly, and not-so-innocent, looking face.
"Mr. Potter, lovely to see you again," the fat man said in a voice so alike Wormtail's that it felt like the man was mimicking him.
"Boris," Harry said and nodded. He sat down at the dusty table and heard Malfoy doing the same. He was, of course, still ignoring the git.
"Care for a drink, Mr. Potter?" Boris asked politely.
"No thank you, I'm driving." Harry said and earned a snort from Malfoy.
"Alright, then I hope you won't mind me drinking?"
"No of course not," Harry said and ran a hand through his hair. Boris Grimaldi's companionship was always uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable indeed. "I believe you have informations for me?"
"Yes..." Boris took a swig from his enormous beer-filled jug. "...Yes, I have some important informations indeed." Boris licked his upper lip and let out a loud "ah". Harry frowned mentally in disgust, linked his fingers around each other and prepared himself for Boris' upcoming long speech.
oo0oo
They were back in the car after almost an hour. Draco thought Wormtail's twin was never going to shut up so he confunded him a little. Potter had been too deep sunken in his own boredom to notice anything overly suspicious about the fat man's sudden loss for words. Potter had actually pounced on the opportunity and fled the scene with Draco in tow. Not that I'm complaining.
"So, should we check out this place he told us about?" Draco asked Potter when he'd finished fastening his seatbelt.
"Only if you are into it. It could get ugly." Potter said annoyingly as ever.
"Potter, I assure you, I can handle it," Draco growled.
"Yeah I know, you just like ending up bound to a chair. Naked." Potter teased.
"Shut up, Potter" Draco spat out and, once again, turned away from Potter in pure dismissal to look at the drunken muggles staggering home after their night's shag.
The truth was that he was slightly nervous. Of course he was a grown up and all that, if anything, he had grown up very nicely. But the memories from that warehouse hunted him. Blurry, but real nonetheless, the disturbing images popped up before his vision numerous times a day. Right now was not going to be one of those times, Draco decided and started concentrating on their new piece of information. The creepy little man had told them about a gang of very violent muggles that were often hired to do illegal and dark stuff, like kidnapping and torturing people. Draco's abduction matched with Boris specifications of the gang's methods. This "gang" had a hideout in London's more dangerous neighbourhood if Boris was right. Draco was starting to doubt Boris' "knowledge". Where did he get his information from, anyway? What if all he'd been saying were crap? What could they do?
Draco was starting to panic a little. What if he would never catch the motherfuckers that had kidnapped and tortured him? He would go nuts with rage if he had no one to direct it at. No, those bastards would pay for this. He was a wizard after all and what were they? Some substandard muggle criminals? Yes, he would hunt them down and punish them mercilessly!
oo0oo
Harry had tried to follow Boris' instructions as closely as he could. He wasn't all sure, though, when he finally pulled over in front of a filthy looking clubhouse.
"Alright, this should be it," he told Malfoy and stepped out of the car. He put his shades on and glanced around the ghostly street. It felt like the scene was cut out of some cheesy American film. Papers, leaves and other trash glided over the street, twisting and bending as they went. Harry looked back at Malfoy who was observing his new environment. Harry examined Malfoy's expressionless face, looking for a hint of... anything, really. When Malfoy just continued staring into the blue, Harry let out a sigh and walked quickly to the building in front of them, drawing his gun up in the process.
"Why are you using your gun?" Malfoy asked in a whisper.
"Because they are muggles, they will freak out or laugh their asses off when they see a wand..." Harry whispered back. He took few more steps before continuing. "... and I trust you to watch my back." Malfoy seemed to struggle for words to no avail. In the end he nodded and turned back to their task at hand. They had to find out if 'their gang' was in attendance. They stalked around the clubhouse before deciding to go through an open window on the club's back side. When inside a heavy alcohol and cigar stench met their senses.
"Whats wrong with muggles?" Malfoy complained and cast a Tempus Charm. "It's like 11 am and they are still partying!" Harry just shook his head with a wicked grin on his lips.
"You ain't seen nothing yet" Harry said and chuckled at Malfoy's confused expression. Malfoy really didn't understand muggle references. If Malfoy only knew how much muggles could drink his jaws would probably fall off. Yes, Harry would have to take him to next Þjóðhátíð in Iceland so Malfoy could see some real drinking. Concentrating back on his mission, Harry stepped out of the dark empty room they'd landed in, to stand in a long hallway. "All clear".
They followed the music until they came to the bar. Harry carefully peaked around the corner to see seven muscular men and a handful of half naked girls. The men were all tattooed and vicious looking, this was obviously some gang. Harry shuddered when he realized that few of the girls were probably underaged. The right gang or not, it was still a gang and Harry had to arrest them for interrogation. Harry signalled Malfoy and stepped into the room.
"Surrender! Put your hands in the air!" Harry shouted.
At first there was chaos. But when the gang realized there was only one man with a gun some of them started to laugh, others drew their guns up and directed them at Harry. Oh, great, I should have known.
"I think you are the one who has to surrender now." One of them said as he sneered.
Fuck the statue of Secrecy, Harry thought and shook his right hand a little. His wand, that had been resting in a special wandholder strapped to Harry's arm, fell into his open hand. Harry pointed the wand at the man who had spoken. The man looked confused for a second before he started laughing. Harry felt Malfoy step up beside him but he wasn't pointing his wand at anything beside the floor. At the sight of Malfoy every gang member started laughing and pointing at them.
"I should Crusio them all!" Malfoy whispered to Harry.
"Don't-" was all Harry could whisper back because the man in front of them stood up. The laughter seized but the men didn't stop grinning.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" the man said and the gang laughed again. Harry strongly suspected that the man was the gang's boss. "Isn't that the blondie we met the other day?"
"Drop your weapons!" Harry ordered showed them his batch.
"I don't think you realize that we outnumber you," the boss said with a smirk.
"I do realize that but I'm not sure you realize that we are much more powerful than you could ever imagine," Harry said as-matter-of-factly but the gang just laughed again. Now Harry'd had enough. He strapped his gun back to his belt and pointed his wand more obviously at the boss. "Now, drop your weapons." He ordered.
"Potter, are you out of your mind?" Malfoy hissed at him but raised his wand to point at the boss anyway.
"I thought you Slytherins loved muggle-baiting?" Harry teased with a grin. "Be ready to bend over though."
"That's enough with the sticks or I'm going to-", the boss started but Harry was quicker.
"Accio guns!" He bellowed and threw himself and Malfoy on the ground when seven guns soared across the room with enough speed to knock them both down on their own. The guns hit the wall behind them with a loud thud. The room went silent and Harry stood up.
"Sorry about that, Malfoy" he apologized as he pulled Malfoy to his feet. They then pointed their wands back at the boss who was now staring at them in puzzlement.
"Now, you mentioned meeting me the other day." Malfoy said conversationally but held his wand threateningly high.
"What did you just do?" the boss cried in alarm, ignoring Malfoy's question.
"Oh for Merlin's sake! We're wizards you moron. Now, answer my question or I'll completely loose it!" Malfoy yelled and pinned the boss down with a glare.
"Mafloy" Harry said warningly and lowered his wand. "We don't want to scare or hurt you, we just need some answers." Harry addressed the gang members.
"Al- ... alright. We don't know much though." The boss said and sat back down. "We were hired to kidnap that blond maniac over there and disarm him. He wasn't armed so that wasn't a big deal. We took him to an abandoned warehouse..." the man cleared his throat before continuing. "Our orders were clear; 'mess with his head until I arrive'. We did so, effectively I think. He was wearing strange clothes so we took him out of them... We had a whip, a whip we'd been told to use on the guy. I personally didn't do it... there were some guys who like that sort of thing... beating their victims to oblivion." He cleared his throat again and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, eyes locked on Malfoy's wand. "We were still waiting for the guy who hired us when we heard someone outside. We saw you," he pointed at Harry, "and two other guys, you were definitely cops so we fled the scene. We never met the guy who hired us nor got the money he promised-" He trailed off when he saw the look of disgust on Malfoy's face.
"Is that all you know?" Harry asked in a lame attempt to ignore Malfoy's obvious rage.
"Yes, we never met the guy, he sent us an email from a local internetnet-café. We even tried to track him down to claim our money but it was a dead end."
"Thank you for your cooperation. We will now erase this moment out of your memories." Harry said as politely as he could and nodded to Malfoy. They raised their wands in unison, Harry really enjoyed the startled look on the gang's faces.
"Wait!" the boss cried and lifted his hands in the air. "What are you going to do to us?"
"I just told you, we're going to erase this moment out of your memories." Harry was beginning to feel annoyed.
"You can do that?"
"No of course not!" Malfoy growled sarcastically, muttered something intelligible and with a lazy wave of his wand the boss' beer soared to the sealing and turned upside down to pour it's contents on the man's head.
"Alright, that's enough, Malfoy" Harry said and chuckled. "Now, I'll call the police and you modify their memories. I don't care how you actually do it but give a good explanation on how they got 'cought', okay?"
"Sure, I'll make you look heroic as always", Malfoy muttered and started to chant with his wand raised and eyes closed. Harry just shook his head and fished his phone up from his pocket. He dialled the right number and called Dennis. He told Dennis about the 'situation' and gave him the address and told him to pick the criminals up. When he hung up Malfoy had just finished the last gang member, the fat barman. Malfoy looked really worn out so Harry invited him to lunch. They needed to discuss this, anyway.
~TBC~
AN: I really like this chapter, it gave me a hard time though. I would love some reviews. It's always nice to feel that your work is appreciated. It also helps me to improve my writing ;) I wand you to note that English isn't my native language since I'm Icelandic and , if there are any, please point out any major grammar mistakes. I really like the fact that someone is reading my fiction because, to be earnest, this is only my second attempt at writing a fan fiction, the first one didn't go very well but this one is actually good (if you ask me). So, as I said, all reviews will be welcomed.
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