Author's note: Here lovelies, have a lovely week.

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Catstclaire

Chapter 2

"You have no fucking clue, how to control it." Potter said brusquely once they were seated across from each other in his office. "You don't know what you're doing with your magic."

Draco inclined her head before correcting him. "I know how to make it work just not so much why it works."

Draco wanted out of instinct to be contrary and as elusive as possible, but if she wanted to remain close to Potter she couldn't. And stay close to him, she wanted very much to do, she found.

It was that same familiar tug she felt towards him before the war. It was thrilling.

"You of course are familiar with all magical theory then?" Potter continued on.

"Of course." It was something they were taught about almost every year at Hogwarts... "- a good amount of them at least." Her training as an Auror was not complete, and humbly she did have to accept that Potter was probably much more well versed on magical theory than her paltry school days had done for her.

There were many magical theories out in the world, and which was correct depended upon who you spoke to.

Draco stared at the way Potter's hands gripped the papers on his desk and he shuffled them about. His veins bulged, and his skin was healthy and sun kissed. It was hard to ignore how good looking Potter had become. When they were kids Draco had picked on him for his glasses...and now those same glasses were doing things to Draco's insides. Swirly, warm things that coiled deep in her stomach.

"Ron and Neville have been testing you in ways they haven't the others in your class." Potter licked his thumb and used it to turn one of the pages on his desk. "Not just with the shields, but other aspects to."

Draco nodded, and she flicked invisible dirt from her cloak. She expected they had probably been keeping a very close eye on her.

"Neville has a theory about your magic, more so about the way you cast your spells." Potter added.

"Does he?"

Potter stood slowly from his seat to tower over her. "Neville thinks it works like mine does." Draco blanched only slightly. She did not covet Potter finding out how right Longbottom was. "You see for me when i cast a spell, using my magic is like pulling it through mud. It's not even that hard to get through the mud but when i do it's like my power even goes up a notch or something, and after i've spelled my magic always seems to leave an impression-"

"...Like glitter?"

He smiled. "That shield you just broke, i made out bits of my own magic in the debris, but also some shiny little bits that i think were all your own. It's interesting. I've never come across anyone else in all of the world who's magic so closely mirrors mine. The fact that it's you, who can do what i do- is concerning to say the least."

Potter rummaged through his desk, and pulled his wand out. It was useless to him Draco knew. Harry Potter was able to cast without a wand, that was common knowledge for years now.

"Concerning you say?"

"Yes. My magic as Hermione told me many times over the years, is an oddity. She tells me using her magic is like swimming. It only leaves ripples that fade out eventually, where as mine and yours leave a permanent mark. According to our minister for magic ripples are how anyone's magic is supposed to work, i've been the only exception to that rule until now, and that's what concerns me." He watched Draco for a moment. "That all said i want you to try and take my wand."

"All right," Draco said, and she folded her hands up over the desk the dainty way Narcissa always had.

"I want to see up close for myself what happens when you cast."

Potter raised his useless wand.

After a blink his hand was suddenly empty.

He narrowed his eyes at Draco. "I didn't say to start."

"Sorry." She giggled out, and handed it back to him.

"Again."

The same thing happened again.

"Again."

They went through the process an additional 3 times before Potter stopped them, and pulled a book down from his shelf. He skimmed through it for a few minutes and then snapped it shut when he was satisfied.

"Yes. Somehow you are managing to cast exactly as i do."

Draco stared at him, because she knew he was waiting for her to volunteer some information to him.

When she still didn't speak he asked, "Been exposed to any dark magic, or dark objects lately-?"

"No." She allowed, because she didn't consider years in the past to be lately. "Granger said she didn't care." Draco pointed out. "Why do you?"

"-because what you're doing makes no bloody sense."

"Well then i could say the same for your magic couldn't i?" Draco twirled Potter's wand between her fingers.

"I know why i can cast as i can- i'm however very concerned about what it is you might have done to yourself for-"

"I haven't done a thing to myself!" Draco cried out coldly.

She'd been enjoying the back and fourth right up until Potter began to make her feel like she was somehow wrong or at fault for all of this. He was such a hypocrite. He wielded his magic and it was all fine and dandy but Draco Malfoy turning up with the same sort- oh no! Of course not! Can not have that.

Draco dropped his wand down onto his desk.

"That promotion?" Draco asked while Potter continued to stare at her mouth agape. Draco was normally very polite, overtly polite, even when she was a kid and someone (namely Potter) always managed to rile her up consistently. "I'm to be another unspeakable?"

Potter recovered himself, and his jaw went steely. "Something like that." Potter said leaning back and balancing his chair legs under him. "You'll report directly to me. Is that understood?"

Draco nodded, she tried to remember if he had always been so authoritative, or if it was a newer quality post Hogwarts- to her shame she also wondered why she liked it so much.

"Yes. Sir."

"Come back tomorrow morning then we can start your new training then."

As she left Draco felt conflicted. On one hand she very much liked being around Potter, she found him intriguing like no one else. Then on the other hand being close to him was dangerous. He might figure her out, and that was something Draco absolutely did not want. If the world knew, if Potter knew the truth about her magic, well she would be despised much more throughly than ever before.

The ministry wouldn't want her. The few friends she had would recoil from her, and she would finally be totally and properly alone.

She'd have to either keep potter guessing or throw him off onto something else.