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Notes: In chapter one.
Fun fact: I'm getting married! November 3rd, 2012 can't come soon enough!
Glitter
By
So Devious
Chapter Two
Hogs County Local News – June 19th 8:05 am.
Trouble struck the Malfoy family once again as police Hogs County Local Police responded to a frantic 911 call, after Dobby Hauself, the Malfoy's butler, walked in on a robbery. Draco's son, Scorpius, originally saw the two assailants, but could not be questioned as a gross minor, and Hauself could not give a clear description of the burglars except two males, early to mid twenties.
The men entered by breaking the window of the missing model's bedroom and took various items before young Scorpius, age three, caught them. Dobby followed young Malfoy, but was unable to apprehend the two before they escaped on foot with over five-thousand pounds in clothing and jewelry. If anyone has any information on the suspects or the whereabouts of Draco Malfoy, please contact Hogs County Police.
The corner office on the top floor of Slytherin LTD was immaculate: every wall was made of thick clear glass, giving a breathtaking view of the city scape: from the quaint shop center of Diagon Alley, to the regal brownstones in Godric's Hollow. Not far from those was the bustling Hogsmede District that stood out in the night with the bright lights of bars and boutiques and galleries and was always bustling with Hogs' collegiate community, and Slytherin's CEO had an amazing view of it all from his plush leather chair.
"Sir, there still hasn't been any word from the boys." Came the nervous voice from the door of the corner office. The owner heaved a sigh, but didn't move to look at the plump, rat-face man.
"Pettigrew, what have I told you about bringing me bad news?" came the eerily calm reply, which didn't help Pettigrew's nerves one bit.
"I-I understand sir, but-" Pettigrew stammered, his hands shaking as he carefully inched closer to his boss's desk.
"But nothing!"
Lord Voldemort was a force to be reckoned with. As a real estate mogul, he controlled nearly every inch of property in Hogs County, nearly every deed in possession of the numerous banks he owned. He had his fingers in multiple pies when it came to the moderately large town, and was arguably the most successful man in the county.
He was also one of the biggest slum lords known in Hogs History. Low income families were herded into the crime ridden, ill maintained projects of Knockturn Alley, where drugs and violence ran rampant, and he even managed to make a profit off of that. Voldemort had sway over the local government, buying out a few cops to play his hand in the slums and collect the profit of any 'sales' made by dealers under his employ, which was nearly all of them. Any dealer that didn't play by the lord's rule would be...dealt with. That is, except for two.
"Pettigrew, I don't think you see how simple this is. They don't want to come to us? Fine! Then we track them down! Get a hold of those bastards, look up every Tom, Dick, and Harry Potter in Hogs County if you have to, and let them know that I want whats owed to me, and if they don't want to play the easy way, then we'll play the hard way." Voldemort pounded a fist on the opulent oak wood desk, sending various papers flying in different directions. Pettigrew could feel the heat of his glare piercing through him, paralyzing him to his spot in the middle of the corner office. "Why are you still standing there!" his lord screamed, and Pettigrew turned tail. How the hell was he supposed to track down two punk kids in a city full of people?
The sunlight was harsh, beating down on Harry as he woke, against his will. His head was pulsing, and every move he made was enough to make him want to vomit.
"Good job, you two made early-morning news!" Draco chirped, entirely too cheerful for someone who help finish of a fifth of whiskey.
"Can you please be quiet? My head isn't quite done exploding." Harry groaned as he carefully eased himself into an upright and more comfortable position. He'd give the little ponce one thing: no matter how girly he seemed, the man could drink. At some point throughout the night, the blond had acquired a black felt-tip pen and suggested they'd keep a running tally of the shots they'd managed to take, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the seven smeared tally marks..
"I beat you, by the way." Draco chirped from beside him, sporting a happy little grin as he flashed his wrist and the nine little marks that adorned it.
"Why'd you keep drinking?"
"Couldn't let the bottle go to waste, you know?" the blond's smile broadened as he pointed to the now empty bottle of whiskey tipped carelessly over on the living room floor.
It wasn't until then that Harry noticed their proximity to one another. At some point in the night, Draco had moved closer to him, tucked into him with his long legs stretched out and the brunet's arm draped across the back of the sofa.
"Oi! Ron! Come look, you and Harry are on TV!" the blond called to the back of the apartment, completely disregarding Harry's obvious hangover. Served the ponce right, in Draco's opinion, for being such a lightweight.
"Shh! He's probably still in bed, you twat!" the brunet growled as he slapped a hand over the other's mouth, just barely ignoring the shot of pain that went through his temple. Never again would he drink so much.
The blond merely stared at him with those big gray eyes, something indescribable swimming in there stormy depths, something that made his flesh burn and the air around him thicker just by looking into those quicksilver orbs. As though his body were acting for him, Harry rested his forehead against the blond and closed his eyes. His expression was agitated, but he also felt at peace, as though he weren't cuddled up with a total stranger first thing in the morning.
"Why are you such a pain in the ass? I can see why you're other kidnapper let you go." Harry's voice came out as a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. In lieu of answering, Draco gently pulled the brunet's hand away from his mouth before slowly leaning forward, hoping that his captor was feeling the same electricity he was feeling at this moment as he waited for their lips to connect.
"Oi! What the hell, I leave you two alone for one night and your already snoggin'!" Came Ron's exasperated cry as he emerged from the back hall, clad in only a pair of blue plaid-flannel pajama pants. The two jumped away from each other, Harry having nerve enough to look sheepish as he muttered an apology to his best friend.
"Yeah, Harry, what the hell? You only had to watch me for one night!" Draco chided, giving the brunet a swift punch in the arm. The green-eyed male glared daggers at his captive, mouth open and ready to lash out at him before Ron interrupted once more.
"Forget it mate, I told 'Mione we'd drop by and see her. Get ready, yeah?" Ron strode into the kitchen. "And who the hell drank all my whiskey?"
"Where do you think you're going?" Harry asked from the doorway of the tiny bathroom, where Draco had set to work, primping and getting ready as best he could with so few resources: drug-store shampoo and conditioner and no cosmetics to speak of. Thank God he suckered them into getting his clothes, or he'd have gone insane.
"You heard Ron, we're going to see 'Mione." the blond answered nonchalantly, pushing his hair into a high ponytail to hide under the black canvas ball cap that was quickly becoming his favorite accessory. "Do you know how long we'll be gone?"
"Um, we're going to see Hermione, and we're going to be gone a few hours. You are going to stay here and make sure the neighbors don't hear or see you." Harry shot him a look, cutting off any argument the blond may have had, before turning on his heel and exiting the bathroom.
Draco pouted at the other man before he exited, but as soon as that front door clicked shut and he heard the loud blue Cadillac's engine rev, his pout melted into a smirk. As fit as they were, those clowns were too easy.
Draco knew damn well that they'd never agree to let him meet Ron's pregnant girlfriend. If she were half as smart as they say she is, she'd have him turned in in no time, and Draco had come to far to let some chick ruin it for him now.
Hidden behind silver aviators and black and denim, Draco stole away from the apartment, quickly side-stepping and hiding his face from any passerby, until he hit the warm summer sun of the street below. Hogs County, England, was by no means as large or busy as, say, New York, but with everything so close together and so many people, it seemed as though the city were always bustling. Car horns blared and Draco had to stop himself from dancing to his favorite song as it leaked from someones car window and into the outside world.
It amazed him that, though he lived in Hogs practically his entire life, he had never noticed how the city was just naturally beautiful: how Godric's Hollow, though it didn't glitter or shine in the sunlight, always relaxed him as it came into view, or how Hogsmede always had something to do, even on its worst days. He would definitely have to go on these walks more often.
It didn't take long before his parents' brownstone came into view, towering above the trees and shops nearby. He wouldn't stay long, not long enough to get caught, but he simply had to see Scorpius and make sure he was alright.
The Granger home was nothing to scoff at, and Harry still couldn't believe that Ron of all people had snagged the daughter of two of the topmost dentists in the country, let alone get her knocked up. Talk about bittersweet luck.
The elder Grangers were a confusing lot, obviously disappointed in their daughter's carelessness. They even told her that, once the baby came, she was not to stay in the expansive apartment with them any longer, claiming to be "too old" to raise a newborn babe. Hermione, Harry guessed, would have been devastated, had they not bought her an apartment of her own to share with Ron and the baby. It wasn't as nice as her parent's, which came equipped with whirlpool bath tubs and new appliances, but you couldn't have it all, right? She was merely grateful that they had a place to raise their little bundle that wasn't as close to Knockturn.
"Are you sure you boys are alright? You seem so tense lately..."Hermione was anything but stupid. In fact, short of getting knocked up, Harry couldn't recall a single time she made a mistake in all the time he'd known her. Her chocolate eyes seemed to examine them, taking in any detail that seemed unusual about the two. It was enough to make Harry uncomfortable.
"I told you, 'Mione, we're fine. Just a little stressed about this work situation, you know..." Ron lied. Honestly, with everything going on, looking for a job was the last thing to cross their mind, and they very well couldn't leave a kidnapped mental patient at their flat by himself all day. Harry was nervous leaving him alone for this long, and they hadn't been gone for more than a half hour.
"You're a goddamn liar, Ronald." the young woman replied casually, as though she we commenting the weather. The two men gaped at her. "I'll let it slide for now, but I'll find out sooner or later." The two men were still speechless, and Harry was silently cursing Ron for bringing him along. He should have known they couldn't hide anything from the girl.
"Dad!" Scorpius squealed as he rushed for the window where his father was waiting. Draco couldn't help but beam at his son, trying to remember if he had been quite so big last he saw him all those weeks ago.
Scorpius' little hands worked the latch and lifted the window best he could before Draco eased himself inside, quickly scooping the little boy up into his arms. Other parents, Draco recalled, often told him that holding their child seemed to fix everything, and they were right. Scorpius' seemingly permanent scent of baby powder, though he'd be out of diapers for ages, relaxed Draco in a way nothing else could as he burrowed his face into soft flaxen hair.
"Dad, I missed you." his son sighed, and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Are you okay?" the toddler continued, "You're friends came yesterday..."
"Of course, pet. I'm fine." Draco replied. "But you can't tell anyone I came here. It has to be our secret."
"But why?" Scorpius' little brow furrowed in confusion.
"Because Grandma and Grandpa will be upset with me."
"But why?" his son asked again. Draco sighed.
"Because, pet...Grandpa and Grandma don't want me here right now. They sent me away, and if they found out I came back, they'll take me away from you again..." Scorpius' big blue eyes widened and he clung to his father. "That's why it has to be a secret."
"But then why did you come back?"
"Because I wanted to see you...unless you want me to go?" Draco laughed as his son clung to him once more, burrowing his little face into his shirt.
"No! I didn't mean that, Dad, I promise!"
"It's okay, pet. I forgive you. Now, what will we do?"
From The Desk of Lord Voldemort to Peter Pettigrew
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Note: I wanted a sweet mushy chapter before shit goes down. Reviews, please.