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I got this idea watching a TV episode one day and thought, "Hmm... I could turn that into a one shot." Haha. Yeah right. I have this thing about character development that doesn't exactly allow for one shots usually.
Anyone who can tell me what TV show/episode I was watching will be my ABSOLUTE HERO. I'll have to bake you brownies or something. Honestly though... I doubt anyone will guess.
Draco ran his hand nervously through his hair as he was jostled about in the elevator. It had been a long time since he was called up to the head auror's office in the ministry. Most of the cases he worked on were small time-for example, he just finished writing his report on a 95 year old witch who attempted to brew a love potion for her cat. When he decided to become an auror, he knew he was going to have to prove himself. However, he never figured that five years later he would still be getting the worst cases in the department. It had become a bit of a joke. Whenever a case was too weird, disgusting, or just plain boring he would find it hovering above his desk within 20 minutes.
But today was different. He had arrived to find a note directing him to report to the head auror's office. He had only been there once before for his initial interview and the only thing he could think was that his career was over. After the Battle for Hogwarts in 7th year, he and his mother had been pardoned due to Harry Potter's testimony. His father was in one of the nicer cells in Azkaban, but it still left Draco to care for his mother. Many expected him to follow in his father's footsteps and become a barrister, but he had learned the hard way about living up to other people's expectations. After a year abroad to escape the media frenzy that followed his pardon, he had returned and surprised everyone, including his mother, by taking the auror's exam. And now he was about to be fired.
With a slightly ominous DING the elevator opened and Draco shuffled out. "Name?" asked a pretty witch sitting behind a desk.
"Draco Malfoy. I'm here to see Head Auror Richard Jenkins."
"Ah, yes. He's expecting you. Go right in."
As the door swung open, Draco's eyes took a minute to adjust to the dimmer lighting. Seated behind the desk was the tall figure of his boss, Jenkins, but it was the other man in the room that caught his attention. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I'm glad you're here so we can begin. I believe you know Mr. Potter?"
"Whoa, wait a minute. The ministry wants to yank a successful quidditch coach like Rickman? Bring him up on charges for being too good at his job?"
Draco watched his former enemy respond to their task. He had filled out, still a little short but stocky enough to make up for it. His hair was still as crazy as ever, but it was his enthusiasm that bowled Draco over. No tabloid paparazzi in the world could translate that into a front page photograph.
"Rickman has been on our list for awhile. He was under suspicion during Voldemort's return to power, but no one was ever able to tie him to anything. We have heard from a reliable source that he may be using the Dark Arts to help his team win."
"That explains a lot," Draco chimed in. "Since when were the Cannons a likely choice for the Cup?"
Potter looked like he was about to say something but Jenkins cut him off. "You ready to suit up Potter?"
Harry's face changed to pure glee. "Quidditch?"
Practically clapping his hands, Harry said, "I knew this day would come. Yes sir."
"Lovegood will handle background. Malfoy?"
Draco looked up. Most likely he would be stuck running Potter's errands or playing media puppet. "Yeah?"
"You're the foil."
His day had come. This was the best assignment he'd ever had. Quidditch AND being ordered to keep up a witty banter with Potter? He restrained his desire to jump and shout and settled for a smirk. "Alright."
Harry obviously had a different opinion. "Uh, sir? Are you really set on that combination?"
Draco looked at his new partner. "Beef and brains. I think it's a perfect combination."
Jenkins shook his head. "Look, it's this simple. You two are the best Quidditch players I have on the force. If you're going to pass as pros, I've got to have the best. You don't want the assignment, just tell me Potter."
"No, no. I want it."
Draco smirked again. "Brilliant."
Jenkins stood and handed both a file. "Now you may be our best players, but you are also too recognizable. As with all undercover missions you'll be using polyjuice potion to assume a new identity."
Potter made a face and even Draco gagged a bit at the idea.
Jenkins went on, "Because of budget cuts this year, our stores are low. You'll be using the same potion. You will be the Gregori twins from East Prussia."
"Well Potter, it looks like your dreams are finally going to come true. You get to look just like me."
"That's another thing," Jenkin's jumped in, "I know there's history between you two, and frankly I don't care. The only history I care about is the kind that can help us solve the case." He turned to Harry who was still glaring daggers at Draco. "I understand your old friend Ronald Weasley has recently been traded to the Chudley Cannons. Under normal circumstances, I don't allow anyone to expose their identity while undercover, but I know Mr. Weasley has helped you in the past. Fill him in on the case. See if he's seen anything."
Still a little shell shocked from the surprise assignment, Draco followed Harry from the office. Before they got to the elevators, Harry grabbed his arm. "We should probably talk about this since we're working together right?"
Draco could see the inner battle between pity and disgust he always saw when he talked to Potter. With a shrug, he said, "We're just going in there to play quidditch man. Alright?" When he didn't respond, Draco walked away.