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ustorycollectorTitle: Chapter 9: In Which Harry Tries To Calm Ron Down And Robard Is A Tool
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None for this chapter
Rating: PG - again for this chapter (there is swearing all the way through... maybe PG-13?)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,110
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on tumblr and AO3 where you can find more of the story that I will be posting here. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
It turns out Mrs Blake was smuggling dark artefacts for her grandson. It was easy enough to apprehend her, her reflexes were so very, very slow and Harry hadn’t even had to try. Ron had been very happy at the end of that day.
That was until he found out that Mrs Blake’s grandson was part of something much bigger and more complicated.
“I’m assigning another pair of Aurors to this,” Robards grimaces, knowing that neither Ron nor Harry will like the idea of having new people on their case, “Not that you boys aren’t doing a fantastic job, but this is bigger than a local smuggling ring, and I need as many hands as I can on it.”
“Who’s lead?” Ron snaps and Harry takes a deep breath. This isn’t going to go well. His head is pounding, he feels sick and now Ron is pissed. He probably shouldn’t have let Ron buy all that firewhiskey last night. Maybe he can go and find Hermione after the meeting and get her to give him something. She always has something.
“You or Harry,” Robards answers immediately, “obviously.” Ron glares at him and Harry reaches out to grab at Ron’s robe. The last thing he needs is for Ron to storm out. Or reach over and punch their boss. Both would be a bad idea.
“Who are the other Aurors?” Harry asks, trying to get his brain to focus. Robards relaxes slightly, mistaking Harry’s lack of energy for agreement. Harry briefly reminds himself that Robards isn’t actually an arsehole, he’s just a bit of a tool, and gives him a small smile.
“Terry Boot and Draco Malfoy…” he glances at Ron and then smiles back at Harry, “I thought Malfoy’s knowledge of dark artefacts would be useful.” Harry feels Ron twitch slightly. As much of a dick Malfoy can be whilst working he’s a great Auror, and his merits extend beyond being an ex-Death Eater. Harry nods once and stands, dragging Ron with him. He gets to the door and turns to Robards.
“Ron is lead. And we’ll need meeting room 1 in half an hour.” Harry doesn’t wait for Robards to reply before yanking the door open and shoving Ron out of it. The door has barely clicked shut before Ron starts, in a volume that Harry thinks is entirely too loud.
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Ron splutters and Harry turns towards the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
“He thinks he’s our boss Ron,” Harry mutters, knowing that Ron won’t stop.
“That doesn’t give him the right to be a fucking dick. Like Malfoy is only helpful because of his past? Or that we need help on our fucking case? We did fine without help whilst hunting down Horcruxes…” Ron grumbles, his broad shoulders hunched over. Harry sighs and gets into the lift, ignoring the looks he gets from other Ministry officials as Ron mumbles under his breath. Harry isn’t sure, but he thinks he hears “fucking prick can shove his concern up his fucking arse” at one point.
Ron continues to mumble as they reach Hermione’s office. Ron pushes the door open and Hermione doesn’t even look up from her paperwork. Harry smiles and shuts the door behind them as Ron goes and flops down on the sofa next to her desk. Harry slides into the armchair that he thinks of as his and waits until Hermione has finished writing whatever letter of complaint she’s writing. He rests his head in his hand and rubs at his temples slightly.
“So what’s happened?” Hermione says, finishing her letter and looking up at the two of them.
“Robards is a twat,” Ron snaps.
“I have a headache,” Harry moans.
Hermione sighs and opens the top drawer of her desk, pulling out a vial of hangover potion and Harry summons it, downing the whole lot. He feels the clear, cold rush of it run through his veins and his head feels instantly clearer. He gives her a large grin and she smiles, rolling her eyes.
“Why are you annoyed at Robards?” she turns to look at her boyfriend who is sitting and scowling at the wall. Now that Harry’s head isn’t hurting he turns to his partner to try to calm him down properly. Not that Robards isn’t a twat. Just that being pissed isn’t going to help.
“He’s assigned two other Aurors to our case because apparently defeating Voldemort is easy work compared to handling a dark artefacts case,” Ron starts to shout and Harry runs his hand through his hair, trying to think about the best way to calm his best mate down. Although if he’s honest with himself, talking to Hermione would probably be his go-to move. “And you know who he assigned?” Ron pauses, his eyebrows in his hairline, “Malfoy! And you know why? Because of his knowledge of dark artefacts. Like that’s the only fucking thing Malfoy is good for. Prick.”
“As much as I appreciate the anger, Weasley, Robards is right.” A drawling, bored voice makes Harry jump and he turns to see Malfoy leaning against Hermione’s doorframe. Harry hadn’t even heard him open the door.
“What’s he right about?” Harry asks, frowning, trying to ignore the way Malfoy’s body looks almost fluid as he stands there, his hair flopping over his eye, his pink lips crooked into a small half smile.
“Hello Draco… looking for these two?” Hermione asks, her tone clearly suggesting that now he’s found them that he should take them away from her.
“I thought I’d find them here. There isn’t an event in their life that they don’t need to consult with you on. I’m surprised you don’t get a visit every time they need to use the toilet,” Draco’s voice drips disdain and Harry feels his heart pound and his cock twitch at it. Oh, this is bad. Finding Malfoy’s arrogance attractive is… very, very bad.
“So what’s he right about?” Ron demands, sitting up and Malfoy sighs, moving into the room, his movements controlled and elegant.
“The only reason he assigned me and Boot to this case is because of my knowledge of dark artefacts,” he holds a hand up as Ron goes to argue, his eyebrow raising into a perfect arch, “In this case, at least, this is the thing I am useful for.” Ron seems to shut up at that and Harry is momentarily impressed until Ron starts muttering again, standing up and pressing a soft kiss to Hermione’s head before leaving, cursing Robards under his breath.
Harry glances at Malfoy before sighing and following his new lead Auror.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and associates are the legal owners of these characters and settings. I am writing for pleasure not profit
Warnings: None for this chapter
Rating: PG - again for this chapter (there is swearing all the way through... maybe PG-13?)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 1,110
Summary: Harry and Draco are colleagues, who become friends who become... A simple love story about two not so simple boys.
Author's Notes: This is my first Drarry fic, and also my first Drarry series... obviously! I hope I'm doing it right. This fic is also available on tumblr and AO3 where you can find more of the story that I will be posting here. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
It turns out Mrs Blake was smuggling dark artefacts for her grandson. It was easy enough to apprehend her, her reflexes were so very, very slow and Harry hadn’t even had to try. Ron had been very happy at the end of that day.
That was until he found out that Mrs Blake’s grandson was part of something much bigger and more complicated.
“I’m assigning another pair of Aurors to this,” Robards grimaces, knowing that neither Ron nor Harry will like the idea of having new people on their case, “Not that you boys aren’t doing a fantastic job, but this is bigger than a local smuggling ring, and I need as many hands as I can on it.”
“Who’s lead?” Ron snaps and Harry takes a deep breath. This isn’t going to go well. His head is pounding, he feels sick and now Ron is pissed. He probably shouldn’t have let Ron buy all that firewhiskey last night. Maybe he can go and find Hermione after the meeting and get her to give him something. She always has something.
“You or Harry,” Robards answers immediately, “obviously.” Ron glares at him and Harry reaches out to grab at Ron’s robe. The last thing he needs is for Ron to storm out. Or reach over and punch their boss. Both would be a bad idea.
“Who are the other Aurors?” Harry asks, trying to get his brain to focus. Robards relaxes slightly, mistaking Harry’s lack of energy for agreement. Harry briefly reminds himself that Robards isn’t actually an arsehole, he’s just a bit of a tool, and gives him a small smile.
“Terry Boot and Draco Malfoy…” he glances at Ron and then smiles back at Harry, “I thought Malfoy’s knowledge of dark artefacts would be useful.” Harry feels Ron twitch slightly. As much of a dick Malfoy can be whilst working he’s a great Auror, and his merits extend beyond being an ex-Death Eater. Harry nods once and stands, dragging Ron with him. He gets to the door and turns to Robards.
“Ron is lead. And we’ll need meeting room 1 in half an hour.” Harry doesn’t wait for Robards to reply before yanking the door open and shoving Ron out of it. The door has barely clicked shut before Ron starts, in a volume that Harry thinks is entirely too loud.
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Ron splutters and Harry turns towards the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
“He thinks he’s our boss Ron,” Harry mutters, knowing that Ron won’t stop.
“That doesn’t give him the right to be a fucking dick. Like Malfoy is only helpful because of his past? Or that we need help on our fucking case? We did fine without help whilst hunting down Horcruxes…” Ron grumbles, his broad shoulders hunched over. Harry sighs and gets into the lift, ignoring the looks he gets from other Ministry officials as Ron mumbles under his breath. Harry isn’t sure, but he thinks he hears “fucking prick can shove his concern up his fucking arse” at one point.
Ron continues to mumble as they reach Hermione’s office. Ron pushes the door open and Hermione doesn’t even look up from her paperwork. Harry smiles and shuts the door behind them as Ron goes and flops down on the sofa next to her desk. Harry slides into the armchair that he thinks of as his and waits until Hermione has finished writing whatever letter of complaint she’s writing. He rests his head in his hand and rubs at his temples slightly.
“So what’s happened?” Hermione says, finishing her letter and looking up at the two of them.
“Robards is a twat,” Ron snaps.
“I have a headache,” Harry moans.
Hermione sighs and opens the top drawer of her desk, pulling out a vial of hangover potion and Harry summons it, downing the whole lot. He feels the clear, cold rush of it run through his veins and his head feels instantly clearer. He gives her a large grin and she smiles, rolling her eyes.
“Why are you annoyed at Robards?” she turns to look at her boyfriend who is sitting and scowling at the wall. Now that Harry’s head isn’t hurting he turns to his partner to try to calm him down properly. Not that Robards isn’t a twat. Just that being pissed isn’t going to help.
“He’s assigned two other Aurors to our case because apparently defeating Voldemort is easy work compared to handling a dark artefacts case,” Ron starts to shout and Harry runs his hand through his hair, trying to think about the best way to calm his best mate down. Although if he’s honest with himself, talking to Hermione would probably be his go-to move. “And you know who he assigned?” Ron pauses, his eyebrows in his hairline, “Malfoy! And you know why? Because of his knowledge of dark artefacts. Like that’s the only fucking thing Malfoy is good for. Prick.”
“As much as I appreciate the anger, Weasley, Robards is right.” A drawling, bored voice makes Harry jump and he turns to see Malfoy leaning against Hermione’s doorframe. Harry hadn’t even heard him open the door.
“What’s he right about?” Harry asks, frowning, trying to ignore the way Malfoy’s body looks almost fluid as he stands there, his hair flopping over his eye, his pink lips crooked into a small half smile.
“Hello Draco… looking for these two?” Hermione asks, her tone clearly suggesting that now he’s found them that he should take them away from her.
“I thought I’d find them here. There isn’t an event in their life that they don’t need to consult with you on. I’m surprised you don’t get a visit every time they need to use the toilet,” Draco’s voice drips disdain and Harry feels his heart pound and his cock twitch at it. Oh, this is bad. Finding Malfoy’s arrogance attractive is… very, very bad.
“So what’s he right about?” Ron demands, sitting up and Malfoy sighs, moving into the room, his movements controlled and elegant.
“The only reason he assigned me and Boot to this case is because of my knowledge of dark artefacts,” he holds a hand up as Ron goes to argue, his eyebrow raising into a perfect arch, “In this case, at least, this is the thing I am useful for.” Ron seems to shut up at that and Harry is momentarily impressed until Ron starts muttering again, standing up and pressing a soft kiss to Hermione’s head before leaving, cursing Robards under his breath.
Harry glances at Malfoy before sighing and following his new lead Auror.
