Use Somebody Chapter 4: First Day, First Mistake, a harry potter fanfic

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A/N: Hi, guys! Chapter 4, Ta-da! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed so far, I'm thrilled that you are enjoying what I'm coming up with.

I think it's kind of a good omen that whilst writing this chapter Philosopher's Stone and Order of the Phoenix has been on Sky Screen 1. I watched both and immersed myself in all things Potterverse. Hopefully it has paid off lol.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Enjoy x

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Chapter 4 - First day, first mistake.

As he had made his way into Aurors on the Monday after his interview, Draco had been full of confidence. He had secured a great job, and managed to develop a rapport with his boss before he had even done a minute's work, so he was pretty happy that he was already one step ahead.

That was until it was 8am and the working day begun.

He had spent the first 2 hours filling out paper work - from bank details to Confidentiality contracts - and Draco was sure that his wrist hadn't ached so much since he was 15 and he had become infatuated with one of his school mates. Wanking had nothing on a solicitor's P.A welcome pack!

He had been slightly crestfallen when he hadn't been greeted by Harry, and he had been downright pissed when it was instead The Weasel Woman herself who had had the honour.

"Good Morning, you must be Mr Malfoy." She announced, bursting into the reception area in a black power suit with the air of someone who found herself important. Draco gave her caps seeing as she probably was important.

The Toad Woman - Dolores - swiftly removed her cold gaze from Draco's face and pretended to look busy, but the blonde could see her sneaking glances at them from behind Weasel's back.

"Yes, that's right." Draco replied, standing from the scarlet chair he had perched on -careful not to crease his perfectly pressed black trousers - and held out a hand to her. He managed to suppress the urge to squeeze her fingers until they broke.

"It's lovely to meet you. I'm Hermione Weasley, Co Partner of Aurors alongside Harry." She smiled; releasing Draco's hand and gesturing that he follow her, all the while speaking in her clear confident voice.

"Harry sends his apologies, he is in court this morning - Something he only realised after your interview, apparently - and he won't be back in the office until sometime after lunch. Until he arrives, I have the Personal Assistant welcome pack for you to complete, and once that's done, Fleur - My P.A - will show you the ropes." She told him, arriving at her office and gesturing to the girl sat at the desk outside.

Draco was, for the first time in his life, bowled over by a woman's beauty.

Fleur was stunning - there was no other word for it - and for a few moments Draco felt himself openly staring at her. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in shiny corkscrew curls that were obviously not natural. Draco knew from the tell tale straight roots that the girl had tonged her hair herself. Pansy made the same mistake all the time - no matter how much Draco told her she should let him do it. Apparently she didn't like the idea of her ears being singed… She was such a girl sometimes.

Fleur's pale skin was almost as flawless as Draco's, however she had quite a bit of make up on. She was dressed demurely but there was something distinctly provocative about her. As Draco's eyes flickered around the office, taking in the guys whose own gazes danced toward Fleur, he realised that she belonged to the deadliest category of female - She was a tease.

Draco would bet good money that every aspect of her appearance had been meticulously chosen specifically to drive every male member of the office mad with desire.

As Draco glanced down at his own close fitting grey v neck sweater with shirt and matching grey tie - that he had chosen for the soul purpose of catching Harry's eye - he realised that he had just met his female counterpart. He had a feeling that he and Fleur were going to get along just fine.

"Fleur, this is Draco -" Hermione announced, and the blonde woman glanced up for her computer and plastered a dazzling smile across her face. She stood fluidly and floated around her desk to greet him, which Draco found rather impressive considering the fabulous 6 inch heels she was wearing.

"Draco will be working under Harry." Hermione continued before mumbling something and walking away, leaving Draco to bite back a smile at the innuendo. He hoped he'd get to work under Harry. Oh, yeah.

Shaking away the lewd thoughts that had sprung up in his head, Draco focused back on the beautiful blonde woman who was heading toward him, and he felt himself flush as she leaned in and kissed him on both of his cheeks, his gaze dropping once again to her fabulous stilettos.

"Eet is a pleazure to meet wiz you, Draco" She purred, her accent undoubtedly French.

As Draco glanced back up at her face, he felt an odd stirring that he had never felt before. He was in love.

"The pleasure is all mine. And may I say your shoes are exquisite. If you tell me they're Jimmy Choo's I will have to envy you forever." He said with a cheeky smile, taking her hand and kissing her knuckle.

Fleur's face lit up in an unexpected way, and she cocked her head to the side, her gaze sweeping over Draco approvingly. Something seemed to register in her eyes before she smiled back in her own cheeky way. "Envy away, zey cost me more zen enough for ze pleasure." She purred.

Draco could feel the weight of dozens of glares burning a hole into his back, and he turned to face the office as a whole. It was obvious that every guy in the immediate vicinity despised him in that moment as he stood with the undivided attention of the office hottie on him.

"You know what, Fleur? I think you and I could have a lot of fun." He smiled roguishly, one of his eyebrows raised suggestively. A tinkle of laughter escaped the French woman's lips, and she seemed to agree wholeheartedly with his statement.

They settled behind her desk, and chatted for a few minutes. Draco found that Fleur was actually dating Hermione's brother-in-law, and she had only taken the job as her P.A when she realised how many pairs of shoes she could buy with her salary. She had told him that almost every guy in the office had hit on her since she had started, and even though she was technically attached she found it fun to mess with them.

As she went over the welcome pack and details with him, Draco could tell that the woman - who he had dubbed Flirty Fleur in his head - was comfortable in his presence because she sensed no threat from him. His opening remark to her had pretty much told her that he was more interested in what she was wearing than what was underneath, and he guessed it was as obvious as wearing a neon sign.

'Hi, I'm Draco and I'm gay' was replaced by 'Hi, I'm Draco and I would love it if they made your shoes in my size.' It was a 'coming out' of the modern age.

Harry practically flew down the steps leading away from the court building and dove into his car, throwing his file bag onto the passenger seat where it promptly burst open and spilled documents all over the floor.

"Shit." He cursed, climbing in and stretching over, hurriedly trying to stuff it all back in so he could get back to the office.

He had spent the morning cursing his luck that he couldn't be at Aurors, greeting and helping to settle in his new extremely attractive personal assistant. He cursed his stupidity more due to the fact he was in court every Monday morning, and the fact that he had forgotten was just plain idiotic. Hermione had been kind enough to point this fact out.

It was now just passed noon, and the plan was to get back and do what he had been dying to do all day - Say good morning to Draco. He would have to reword it to 'Good Afternoon' which didn't hold the same appeal. There was something amazingly sexy about being able to bid the blonde good morning. Ah, well. It would have to wait until the next day.

His hands paused when, upon lifting a few pieces of paper from the passenger side floor mat, he saw a picture. Snatching it up and straightening himself out, he gazed at it.

The mangled car in the photo caused his stomach to clench, and he wondered for a moment if he might throw up. He knew instantly which file it had fallen out of, even though he had yet to open it. His eyes drifted to his bag with its contents still lying haphazardly, and peeking out beneath the mess was a thin red paper folder he had been avoiding since he had acquired it. Brushing aside the stray documents, he took in the single line of text written across the front of the scarlet file.

62442.

He fingered the corner of the folder with morbid curiosity, however a thrill of uncertainty washed over him - as it always did when he contemplated reading it - and he simply stashed the photograph under the front cover before throwing the rest of the paperwork on top.

He'd waited this long to read the information inside - He could wait a little longer.

His mobile phone made him jump when it began vibrating in his pocket, and stuffing his hands free device in his ear he answered whilst starting the car.

"Harry Potter." He answered flatly, pulling out of his space and heading toward the car park exit. Hermione's voice came as no surprise.

"Shame on you, Harry. Tut tut." She laughed down the line, and Harry frowned at her remark.

"Should I know what you're talking about, or am I supposed to guess?" He answered waspishly, the image of the red file still fresh in his mind as he began weaving through the familiar streets between the Court Buildings and his law firm.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about! Hired yourself a little eye candy, I see." She prompted with an obvious smirk in her tone. "Tell me, Mr Potter, will you be enquiring as to whether he is a natural blonde?"

Rolling his eyes at his friend's blatant girlishness, Harry suddenly wondered if Draco was a natural blonde. "Must you be so vulgar, Hermione? And, I'll have you know that I hired him for something other than his looks. I think he could be an asset to the -"

"Notches on your bedpost? Oh, I agree." She cut across him, her laughter pounding against his eardrum causing him to wince.

"Very feminine, 'Mione. Thank you ever so much for your input. Now, if you don't have anything important to say, bugger off because I'm driving." He replied, and before she had a chance to respond, he pulled the hands free from his ear and disconnected the call.

He had a feeling he was going to have to defend his decision to hire Draco a lot, especially with Hermione, and he hoped and prayed that the blonde would be an instant hit to save Harry the humiliation of having to admit the fact that, yes - He had hired Draco because he was great to look at, and because Harry fancied the arse off him.

"So, zat is ze copy room. Nothing amazing, but you will spend 'alf your life in zere, so get used to eet." Fleur smiled sympathetically, leading an amused Draco back to her work area.

It was almost noon, and so far Draco had 'learned the ropes'. Fleur was a lot of fun to be around, he decided, because she made the most mundane thing seem interesting. From filling out health records to tours of the filling rooms, every minute seemed to be less boring than what it should be. Draco wasn't sure whether it was her accent, or her personality, or a mixture of both, but somehow he found himself mesmerised by her.

They settled behind her desk, and upon realising that she had pretty much covered all the bases at Aurors, the French woman decided it was time to inform Draco of the different members of staff and the current gossip that was circulating around between them.

The office layout was such that it made it easy for her to point people out without being overly obvious. The work area was mainly open plan, with the centre filled with 20 or so cubicles. Around the outside, along the walls, were doors leading to conference rooms and offices of more important staff members.

Harry's and Hermione's offices were next door to each other, meaning that Draco's desk would be facing Fleur's. This was something that he found comforting.

"O.K, so zat guy walking around like he 'as a stick up his be'ind is Severus. He is a complete swine. Stay away from 'im because he 'as a nasty streak in 'im." She informed, pointing out a tall pallid man with jet black lank hair. Draco could've come to the conclusion that he was no good just by looks alone.

"He is, apparently, seeing an ex client who is, let's just say, not one of the firm's most innocent." She added, a hint of scandal in her voice which amused Draco.

"Luna." She announced with a laugh as she watched the odd hippy weave through the cubicles, handing out cups of tea. "'ave you met Luna yet?" She asked with a smile.

Draco, had of course met the strange woman the day before, and laughed as he relayed the events of his first meeting with her.

"She's something else, isn't she? She definitely smokes some undesirable 'erbs, if you get me."

Draco laughed when his own musing were confirmed about the drippy office junior, who apparently was somewhat the 'court jester'.

Fleur jabbered on about others around the room, and as she got more excited she became slightly hard to understand as her accent thickened.

It was when Harry's name cropped up that Draco's attention was once again piqued, and he made a point of trying to decipher her French ramblings.

"You will simply love working for 'arry. He is a lovely man. I think zat maybe he 'as ze hots for 'ermione 'cause he is always flirting wit' 'er, but she is married. Ze are always doing weird things like blowing kisses to each other, but apparently zey 'ave always done it." She explained with a shrug, and Draco felt his spirits dampen.

So, Harry fancied The Weasel Woman. Draco had been sure that the brunette had been flirting with him during his interview. Maybe that was just Harry's way - maybe he was just a flirty person by nature.

"Speak of ze devil, an' he shall appear." She purred, and Draco's gaze flickered to the doorway in time to see Harry breeze through the office area, his thigh length fitted grey coat covering far too much of his body for Draco's liking, a strained but welcoming smile pasted across his handsome face as his eyes landed on them.

My god, he looks good. Harry thought as he spied Draco sitting at Fleur's desk as he entered the office. The blonde man looked even more attractive today than he did yesterday, and Harry was sure it was due to the fact that he'd had to wait so long before finally laying his eyes on him.

From what he could see of the blonde man's clothes, Harry was instantly reminded of a school uniform which only intensified his like for the other man. Oh, yes, he'd definitely be called to the office for some detention. He thought naughtily, and banished the thought when he caught sight of Hermione standing at her office door, a smug smile on her lips as though she knew exactly what he were thinking.

He forced a smile on to his face as he glanced at the table Draco and Fleur sat at, highly conscious that his friend was watching him.

"Good afternoon, Fleur." He said with a polite bow of his head. "Good afternoon, Draco." He added, the smile turning slightly more genuine as his eyes met the other man's. They were an odd shade of blue, almost grey. But grey wasn't right either - more silver, than grey. Silver eyes. Wow.

"I trust Fleur has shown you all Aurors has to offer." Harry smiled, swinging his bag down from his shoulder and holding it in front of him to hide any evidence that he was hard from just looking into a guy's eyes, and he swallowed nervously.

Draco glanced at the blonde woman beside him, and an odd smirk slid across his face that made Harry ever so slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh, yes. She's been extraordinarily accommodating." He replied, his hand flying up and running through his silvery blonde locks. Harry shifted the bag so it was completely covering his groin area. Was everything about Draco silver and…smouldering?

"Oh, right. Fantastic. Thank you, Fleur." He smiled, and for some unknown reason he felt an unadulterated wave of animosity rise up from within him and threaten to spill out in the French woman's direction. Yeah, thanks a lot Fleur. Like you don't already have every guy here on a plate!

"Harry, might I have a word?" Hermione's voice drifted into his sub-conscious and he tore his gaze away from the blonde pair to her amused face.

"Of course, 'Mione. Absolutely." He said clearing his throat. "Excuse me." He added to Draco, and made his way passed them into Hermione's office.

He knew he was walking into the lions den, but right then he just needed to get away from Draco before he did something stupid - like ask the blonde for a quick blowjob.

Hermione closed the door with a snap and circled Harry as he sank into one of the chairs by her desk. The brunette could tell that his friend was waiting for him to crack and admit that he had hired Draco for less professional reasons, but years of the same treatment from Hermione had steeled Harry's defences. He would not break.

Hermione, whose arms were crossed at her chest, paused at Harry's side and she bent down to whisper in his ear.

"You got a boy toy, a little boy toy" She laughed in a sing song voice. "You want to kiss him, you want touch him." she continued, pressing the side of her face against his as though she were a cat. "You got a hard on, yeah I can see it!"

"Enough!" Harry almost shrieked, pulling his coat around him as he glared at his so called friend. Hermione guffawed as she threw herself into the chair beside him, shaking her head at Harry's embarrassment.

"Oh, relax. If it's any consolation, I don't think he noticed. He's too busy fawning over Phlegm." She sniggered, and Harry rolled his eyes at Hermione's pet name for her assistant.

He had no idea why the hell she had hired the blonde woman considering she disliked her so much. However, family loyalty was one of two things she'd had to put up with since she had married into the Weasley family. The other was the prospect of having kids that looked like Ron.

"They did look quite comfortable, didn't they?" Harry murmured distractedly, recalling how very close the pair was sitting.

"Mmm. Anyway, if you hadn't so rudely hung up on me earlier, you would know that I did have an actual reason for wanting to talk to you." Hermione chided, a stern frown on her face contradicting the amused twinkle in her eye. "Molly has ordered for you to come to The Burrow for lunch on Sunday. She said if you don't turn up she will come over here and drag you there."

Harry groaned, his head falling back in despair. Molly Weasley was renowned for being bossy and overbearing. However, she was also one of the most lovely, mothering people Harry had ever met, and she had made it her mission in life to make Harry feel part of her family. Plus, she was an amazing cook.

"Really?" He asked defeated, his head lolling to side so he could see Hermione's face. She also looked slightly deflated by the prospect of lunch at The Burrow, knowing that it was a few wasted hours that she could be working.

"Uh-huh. I could get you out of it though." She said casually, glancing at her fingernails in a very Fleur like manner, and Harry sensed a catch. "For a price." She finished. There it was.

Harry rolled his eyes, and pulled himself up out of the seat. Hermione's 'prices' always led to him paying up and then still having to do the original thing he was buying himself out of. Shaking his head he made his way over to the door.

"Like I'm going to fall for that…again." He said dryly as he paused at the door, swinging his bag over his shoulder, crossing his arms and jutting his hip out to the side.

"No, no, I seriously will be able to get you out of it. Percy is bringing his new girlfriend over, so your absence will be easily overshadowed." She said quickly, jumping up from her chair and meeting him by the door, mirroring his stance.

Harry contemplated her statement for a second. If Percy did have a new girlfriend then there was a huge chance that Hermione could pull Harry's absence off. However, he had a feeling that her 'price' was going to pretty big.

"What's the price?" He asked flatly, glaring at her over the top of his glasses, watching as her face lit up.

"Admit you want him." She smirked, knowing that she had hit the jackpot. There was no possible way that Harry would back out of answering her when it meant that he could still have a free Sunday afternoon.

Growling slightly and staring at the ceiling as though it had caused him a huge disservice, Harry returned his glare to Hermione's face. "Fine. I want to bend him over my desk and screw his brains out! Happy?!"

Laughing manically as Harry wrenched the door open and began to make his way to his office; Hermione leaned out of the door and called to him as he was passing Draco. "Ecstatically so."

Ignoring her and focusing on his door, Harry walked as briskly as he could. Just as he was about to enter the sanctuary that was his office, his friend's voice once again called out to him.

"Oh, Harry? I think I confused the dates - The lunch at Molly's was last week. My bad." She smirked, before whipping her head back inside her office as Harry's face dropped.

Draco had spent the 10 minutes since Harry had entered Hermione's office straining his hearing to see if he could catch anything that was going on inside.

Fleur had continued to point out various members of staff, however now that Harry was in the office, Draco found it impossible to care about anyone else. He nodded politely every now and then, but his attention was firmly placed on what might be happening behind Hermione's door.

Besides an outburst of laughing a few minutes after they had disappeared, Harry and Weasel Woman had yet to make any more noise, and Draco wasn't sure if that was good thing.

Flirty Fleur had said she thought Harry fancied Hermione, however the woman was married. But, Draco thought, when ever did marriage vows ever stop anyone? Maybe they were currently fornicating on her desk while he was sat outside in his best pulling sweater talking to a gossiping French woman.

Suddenly the door was wrenched open and Harry came dashing out, his expression annoyed. Hermione soon joined him, a laugh escaping her that seemed odd in comparison to Harry's scowl.

When she spoke about some woman called Molly, Harry's face became so pale he looked as though he had seen a ghost, and both quickly disappeared into their assigned offices.

"Ah, so zat is why 'Arry wasn't at Ze Burrow for lunch. Silly 'Ermione." Fleur mumbled to herself, shaking her head at her boss' apparent forgetfulness.

"I didn't understand anything you just said." Draco laughed, wrenching his eyes away from Harry's office door and back to Fleur's stunning face.

The French woman opened her mouth to explain, but she abruptly snapped it shut when her phone began to ring. Her expression morphed into instant professionalism as she reached over and lifted the receiver to her ear, pulling out her clip on sparkly earring in the process.

"'Ermione Weasely's office." She answered smartly, and as the person on the other line replied, her eyes slid across to Draco's face. Nodding and giving a positive response, she hung up and turned to the blonde man. "'Arry would like you to go in now"

A thrill of butterflies erupted in Draco's stomach, and he gracefully stood from his chair and made his way over to Harry's door. He glanced at Fleur who nodded encouragingly, and with a deep calming breath he knocked twice on the wood.

"Come in." A disconnected voice called, and Draco swept into the room.

He just managed to stop his eyes from bugging out as he took in the interior. It was the same blue that Draco had fallen in love with when he had seen Pansy's underwear, and the light wood and bronze accents scattered around were an interior designers dream.

Harry's desk was directly opposite the door, and he stood behind it, emptying the contents of the bag he had been carrying a few moments ago. He glanced up at Draco and smiled, gesturing for him to close the door and to take a seat.

The blonde sank into the chair pointed out to him, and tried his hardest to relax as he watched the brunette's hands deftly sort through a jumble of documents.

"I'm so sorry for not being here to greet you this morning Draco. It seems I'm destined to be late for all of our meetings." Harry laughed, pulling a red folder from his bag and carefully placing it on top of a stack of files at the corner of his desk.

Draco mimicked his laughter, and shook his head lightly. "Oh, that's fine. I understand that you're busy. Fleur was really quite helpful." He smiled, running his hand through his hair, and cursing himself for the movement. He had to stop doing that; it was going to end up resembling a bird's nest if he kept nervously touching his hair.

Harry cleared his throat and removed his coat, hanging it in a stand by his large window behind his desk. Draco was really quite envious of the jacket, and he was fighting the urge to ask where the brunette had gotten it from.

When Harry turned, an unexpected false smile was pasted across his face. Draco could tell it was false because it didn't reach his stunning green eyes. They weren't sparkling like they were back when he had bid him Good Afternoon at Fleur's work station.

"Yes, Fleur is always extremely helpful." Harry said with a slight curl of his lips, which puzzled Draco. Apparently, Harry wasn't overly keen on the French woman. Odd. "So, how do you feel so far?" He asked, his voice turning soft and the sparkle returning to his eye as he sank into his chair.

Draco felt the butterflies inside his stomach double, and he realised that telling Harry that he felt turned on by just looking at him probably wasn't a good idea. Best keep it light, wouldn't want to scare him.

"Confident. The atmosphere here is very comfortable." He smiled, his hand once again contradicting him by nervously running through his hair.

Harry's eyes followed the journey his hand made, and clearing his throat, he turned and began looking for something in one of the drawers of his desk. "I'm glad you feel that way. It's important to me that my team are happy." He said, before straightening up, and handing a piece of paper across the table.

Stretching forward, Draco accepted the document and glanced over it.

"Those are your computer access passwords - which you can change to something more personal when you get a moment. Copy and filling room key codes - Each of the codes will be unique to you, so if something goes wrong and your code was used, you will be held responsible. So, always be careful and make sure you keep them to yourself." Harry informed, his face serious as he went through the information on the document.

"You will also see a bunch of 3 digit numbers next to a list of names. They are that person's extension number. So if, for example, you needed to call Fleur, you would dial 444 and it would connect you to her. To phone out of the building you need to dial 9 before the number for external access." He finished, smiling as Draco nodded.

"Great, I will never remember any of those phone numbers, but I will do my best." The blonde laughed, and was relieved when the brunette joined in.

"I still don't know anyone's number, so I wouldn't worry too much." Harry assured, pulling himself from his chair and walking around the desk to the blonde. "Ok, let's get you settled in your work station."

"Draco, would you mind grabbing 'Ermione's files from 'Arry's desk, please? Zey are usually on zey left hand corner." Fleur called across to Draco, interrupting him as he got to grips with his computer. So far he was doing O.K. It had yet to crash, anyway.

"Sure." He answered, and made his way into Harry's office.

After showing Draco his workstation and giving him a bunch of documents that needed to be typed out, Harry had gone into one of the conference rooms with an irritable looking couple and left him to it.

He felt a bit odd just walking into Harry's office when he wasn't around, but he figured if Fleur needed the files, he'd just have to suck it up and get on with it.

The red folder that Harry had placed down earlier stuck out like a sore thumb, drawing his eyes to the files beneath it. Ah-ha. Careful not to drop them, he hauled the stack of folders up and carried them through to the French woman, who was waiting with her manicured hands out by Hermione's office door.

"Merci beaucoup." She purred, relieving him of the files and floating out of sight.

Draco turned and eyed his workstation, discouraged by the stack of papers he had to type up. Rallying his enthusiasm, he sank back behind his computer and began typing away.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice Harry stroll past him when his meeting finished, and disappear inside his office.

He did notice, however, when Harry dashed out and peered over his computer monitor. "Draco, have you seen a red file? It was on my desk, and it's vanished." He asked, a note of hysteria in his voice.

Draco, momentarily taken off guard by the brunette's sudden appearance, felt his brain dissolve. Red file?

Harry's eyes were practically frenzied, and Draco began to panic. Oh, shit. Think, Draco, think! Suddenly it hit him.

"I gave the files to Fleur. She said Hermione needed them." He said quickly, and when Harry's face drained of colour, Draco's stomach clenched painfully. He had a distinct feeling that he had just screwed any chances of keeping his job.

"Please tell me that you didn't give them the red file?" Harry asked, panicked disbelief obviously washing over him. Draco's face must have given him the answer he didn't want, because he swiftly turned and ran to the woman's office.

Draco wasn't sure whether he should carry on typing, or get his coat.

Please, please, please! Harry begged to any god that might be listening as he rummaged around his desk. He'd had the file! He'd had it when he came into the office, he remembered taking it out of his bag and putting it on his desk. He'd spent half an hour staring at it before his 2pm client had arrived.

Remembering Draco outside, Harry dashed out hoping that the blonde may have put in a drawer that Harry had yet to check.

As he asked the blonde man if he had seen it he could see the blankness behind his silver eyes, and he felt vomit rise up into his throat. Panic slammed into him and he almost stumbled from the force of it. He had spent so many years trying to get that file and he had lost it. Lost it!

Recognition suddenly appeared on Draco's angular face, and as he announced that he had given it to Hermione, Harry wanted to scream in despair.

Dashing to her office, he prayed that she had yet to open it. He didn't even wait to ask Fleur is she was busy, before bursting into Hermione's office.

"Hermione, Draco gave you the files from my desk, was there a red folder with them?" He asked, his eyes flickering around her office searching out a flash of scarlet.

She spun around in her chair and faced him, the expression on her face a mixture of fear and incredulity as she held up the one thing that could make the bottom of Harry's world drop out.

"You mean this?" She asked, her frightened stare centred on Harry's pale face as she held up the red folder marked 62442. "Harry, where the hell did you get this?"

To be continued…

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P.S, 62442? Anyone? Yeah, obvious isn't it?! lol