An Auror a Day

A/N ~ this started off as a rp between me and and old rp partner but since it was a good story line, I’ve decided to post it and finish it. So far there are 12 chapters that we rp’d so it’s not all mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter One

Harry was doing this to annoy Draco now. He had to be. Fair enough, he had been assigned to protect Draco for the foreseeable future but this was getting beyond a joke. It was over a week now since Harry and Kingsley had randomly Apparated to the Manor and sat the blonde down. Kingsley had proceeded to explain the situation; the long and short of it being that Harry was paired with him until the three escaped Death Eaters were captured. Draco parents were out for the day and had been taken somewhere secure elsewhere. No matter how much Draco had shouted and balled, no one would tell him where they were or let him contact them in any way. Right now he was stretched out on a large sofa in the main living quarters of the Manor, his face buried in the cushions. Harry, as usual, was nearby. They hadn’t been out of each other’s sight since Harry had arrived - apart from for quick showers a few times a day. The blonde felt like he could scream! He was a nineteen year old boy with nineteen year old boy’s needs and being constantly watched meant that these needs had to go unsatisfied. But how could he explain this to anyone? Harry Potter of all people!?

The few minute long showers didn’t give him enough time to do anything at all but he had a feeling that if this went on any longer, all it would take was a touch anyway. He shifted to lie on his back and covered his eyes with his arm, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. The pair had barely spoken which made the days even longer. There wasn’t an awful lot to do at the Manor apart from read and sleep. They could have gone flying in the grounds but, nope, Harry had apparently been given orders that they were not to open a single window or door. That thought made Draco feel a little panicked every time and he found himself shuddering and speaking out loud for the first time that day. “I am going out of my fucking mind here. I swear to God.”

Harry looked up from the journal he’d found in the Library – he’d not been too surprised to see Dark Arts books at Malfoy Manor and decided that since he’d been the one to draw the short straw, he might as well learn as much as he could – and frowned. Did Malfoy think he liked being here? Liked being away from... well not Ginny exactly (he’d long admitted that Charlie was more his preference), but the possibility that he might get laid, or at least a blowjob. No, Malfoy, as usual, thought the entire world revolved around him. Pooor little rich boy.

“Cork it, Malfoy.” That was not overly eloquent, but Harry wasn’t known for that. He didn’t glare, but it certainly wasn’t a friendly look as he went back to his book. He had nothing against conversing with the other guy, but listen to him whine? He’d as soon date a Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Draco pouted and got up off the sofa to pace the room, his hands tensing in and out of fists as he tried to calm down. Every time he walked past the high window, the urge to just smash it and climb out was getting stronger and stronger. At least if he was in the garden somewhere he might be able to lose Harry in the maze of hedges and knock one out. Just the thought of that made him stop where he was. This was his house and he set the rules. Not some bloody Ministry worker who was getting paid to be here! "I'm going upstairs, for a bath. I'd appreciate it if you stayed here. I promise I won't get killed while I'm washing my hair." He sniffed, walking out of the room and slamming the heavy door behind him before Harry could even open his mouth.

Harry waited a full five minutes before placing the book calmly on the table and walking up to Malfoy’s room. He slipped quietly inside; stalking in a manner that Snape would have been proud of, and horrified to see on a Gryffindor. He opened the bathroom door, muttered a spell under his breath. Not a dangerous one, more like a prank one. He wanted to make a point but he didn’t want to hurt the Malfoy heir. It wasn’t Draco’s fault Harry was stuck here. So red and gold paint bathwater seemed like a less dangerous way to prove that anyone can sneak in, especially when the Death Eaters in question knew the manor.

He sat on Draco’s bed, legs swinging as he waited for the fall-out.

Draco had run a bath but hadn't gotten in. Instead he had sat himself on the bathroom counter and, hopefully, got rid of some of the frustration that had been building up inside him. He slid off the counter with red cheeks and a small smile on his face, not looking at the bath as he walked past it and back out into his bedroom. He had his wand out and pointed at Harry within a split second, his heart hammering even harder than it previously had been. "I.. wha.. I thought I told you to stay downstairs!?" Draco was in a right flap. Shit, what if Harry had heard him moaning? He was pretty sure he hadn't kept quiet and the slightest noise in that bathroom echoed a hell of a lot. What he didn't realise that his jeans were still unbuttoned and his t-shirt rather creased.

Harry looked up from admiring the carpet – and wondering what it would look like in the hallway at Grimauld Place – when Draco came in. He didn’t even raise his wand in response. Instead he blushed bright red at the rumpled evidence of what Draco had been doing. Still, he wouldn’t make excuses and run away, he blew a breath out slowly. And took another one.

“See how easy it was, Malfoy? I could be downstairs reading that book and you could be up here and one of them could sneak in here – you were the one who said they were familiar with the defences of the manor – and murder you. I think Ron might enjoy that headline. ‘Ferret-face murdered whilst wanking.’”

Draco huffed, only just noticing the state he was in and hurriedly turning away to fasten up his jeans and straighten himself out. Ok, so Harry had a point. "Fuck you, Potter. What else was I supposed to do? You barely give me two minutes in the shower before you're hammering the door down for me to get out and I can't exactly rub one out in bed with you right next to me, can I?" Draco was glad his back was to the other man. He always just came out with a torrent of words when he was mad and right now his words had made his face almost fuchsia with embarrassment. It was true they had slept in the same bed, but the bed had been magically extended so that really it was big enough to comfortably fit at least six people in it. He kept his back to Harry while the blush diminished. If he wasn't careful the pout on his face was going to become a permanent feature.

”No thanks, Malfoy, I prefer my men less effeminate than you,” Harry automatically intoned. “I know it’s hard,” and he didn’t blush at the accidently use of the word, “but you’re not the only one here you know.” He held a hand to forestall arguments, before realising that it would be useless since Malfoy wasn’t looking at him.

“We’re hoping, hoping, another week, max. You’re an adult now, not a child with no discipline. And you’re a Slytherin. Would you rather wank and die or live to wank later?”

He raised his head as he made his challenge: “Or are you as weak and spineless as a Hufflepuff?”

Draco spun around with his mouth open, stammering on his words with anger. In the end he just growled in frustration and tugged at his hair. "This coming from you! You whose showers last at least twenty minutes! So don't you fucking dare have a go. Maybe if you gave me a little longer in the shower, I wouldn't have found the need to have to up and leave just to get some privacy." He was aware he was stamping his foot like a child and decided to leave before Harry could comment on it. He paused when he got to the door, turning round and pointing his wand at the other man lightly. "Oh, and compare me to a Hufflepuff again and I'll knock seven shades of shit out of you."

Harry laughed. “They don’t, you know. Last twenty minutes. I know it seems that way, because every one of those thirty minutes I feel have passed whilst you’re showering in there, I keep think ‘shit, they got him. He’s dead.’ Contrary to what you believe, I don’t want you dead.”

Harry followed Draco to the door. “Hey, maybe if it gets that response out of you instead of the pity-me listlessness you’ve been showing, I will call you a Hufflepuff again. I think yellow and black would suit you.”

"You don't want me dead because that would mean this job would be over for you and you wouldn't get paid as much. Plus if I ended up as just a bloody scorch on the ballroom floor, I really don't think you would be getting your yearly bonus would you? Oh wait... maybe you would. You would probably get a fair few handshakes to go with it." Draco sneered for a few seconds before turning and walking away out of the room.

”I’m not getting paid to do this, Malfoy.” He said as he almost ran to catch up with the taller man. Really, there was a downside to being short. And it certainly wasn’t just being cooed over by wizards calling him cute. “I think I’ve been pretty reasonable. You don’t think so. Do you want me to tell you what you would have been experienced if I hadn’t rigged the choosing process so I got this job? Body-bind when you left the room, maybe. Or maybe they’d choose a one-sided temporary bond. Give you pain and nausea when you left a certain distance from them?” He hated some of the methods his fellows employed, and despite what had happened with Malfoy, he really knew that his co-workers would have used every means within the law to make this very unpleasant for the youngest Malfoy.

“Maybe... we could work something out? Like is there a bathroom that has no access to the outside via windows and only one entrance?”

Draco's stomach twisted when Harry spoke about what could have happened to him if it had been another Auror here. He knew it was true and was secretly grateful it was Potter who had been sent here... even if it was fixed to be like this. He just shrugged as they made their way down the main staircase into the entrance hall. He straightened a picture of him and his parents which stood on a small table at the bottom of the stairs as he passed. He seriously felt like saying something sarcastic but couldn't bring himself to. Even more so, he wanted to thank Harry for being here but that thought was squashed faster than a cockroach. Malfoy's didn't show gratitude to anyone. Ever.

”I don’t hate you, Malfoy. I did, back at Hogwarts. But you were such an arrogant prick back then.” Harry mused. He paused, lost in his memories. Maybe if Draco hadn’t reminded him of Dudley when they met in Madam Malkin’s. Or if he hadn’t shown his Dudley-ness on the train when Harry was with the only person in this new world – save Hagrid – who’d treated him with kindness. It was scary being thrust into a new world, and with the knowledge that he was famous for something he only remembered when Dementors were near, he was ready to throw up with nerves. “Still,” he mused aloud, “you can’t be responsible for the drivel your parents taught you.” He was unaware he’d spoken aloud.

Draco was in the kitchen doorway when Harry spoke about Draco's parents. He turned around, nostrils flaring. "You know nothing about my family, Potter. Nothing. So don't even think about bringing them into this." It was true that Draco had been greatly influenced by his father and probably wouldn't have ended up the smug, arrogant arsehole he did if he had ignored Lucius and acted how he wanted, not how he thought he should. But it was too late now. It was all in the past. He had made his bed and all he could do now was lie in it. Once again, the words came out with the anger before he could stop them. "At least you've always known where your parents are. Fair enough you never had them but how do you think it feels for me right now? I don't even know where mine are or even if they're alive. For all I know, they could have been murdered days ago and my constant silent prayers are going to waste." He found himself gasping and dropped his head for a few long seconds to compose himself before he looked back up.