Code Name: Abracadabra

Disclaimer and A/N’s: I have been reading Janet Evanovich’s books, and this idea came to mind. Most of the characters wont seem to familiar but if you keep reading, you will see who everyone will be eventually. I hope it will surprise you all. Again, most KNOWN characters are not mine and I have no claim on them.

Special note: Thanks to ladydeathfaerie for her betaing skills. I appreciate her efforts in making this story better.


RWH

Chapter two


There was a distant rumble in the air, acting as a nexus to the storm brewing inside the main house. A man sat at his mahogany desk inside of a massive book lined library. In his hand, he clutched tightly onto what looked like a legal document. His eyes flashed with anger as he eyed the man standing quietly before him.


“You did what?” His voice growled out, barely controlling the anger evident in the deep richness of his voice.


“It wasn’t anything.” The young blond protested.


“I can’t believe this.” A hand held out the paper to the other for him to see more closely, the rage on his face clearly visible. The look caused the younger man to take a cautious step backward. “After all I’ve taught you…”


“Come on…It wasn’t much. Really.”


Dark eyes narrowed as the taller man stood up from his desk and started pacing the floor, his body moving with grace although his fingers twitched as if wanting to strangle someone or something. He turned on his heels to retrace his steps, moving a bit closer to the desk, dislodging a pile of papers. He didn’t notice the scattering of movement as the pile tumbled to the floor and fluttered to the carpeting. He was too absorbed in his thinking to bother. He couldn’t believe this. Of all things to happen now. He paused to look back at the younger man standing quietly, waiting.


“It wasn’t much? You committed a crime in the Muggle community.”


“How? All I did was go to a club.”


“You accosted a Muggle woman.”


“I did no such thing. It was completely consensual. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.” The younger man ran a hand through his long blonde hair, his face showing his exasperation as he struggled to keep his own anger under control. He was being tested, that was for sure, and he didn’t like it one bit.


The dark man stormed back to his desk, only then noticing where his papers had fell. He scowled and bent to retrieve the pile and slammed them forcibly back onto the wood surface. He quickly ran his fingers through the parchments until he found the one paper he wanted. With an angered, triumphant growl, he held it out again for the other to see, thrusting it into his face. “Not according to their police. She claims she was attacked”


“I didn’t attack her, Severus. I swear it. I was framed.”


“Draco!”


The younger man threw his hands into the air in exasperation, a clash of thunder erupting in perfect timing to his action. “I was! I had to have been. It had to have been a set up.” His voice rose in his anger.


“By who?”


“I don’t know…” Draco slumped into one of the soft leather chairs that encircled the library, his eyes closing with youthful impatience.


A loud sigh came from the other man and he returned to his chair, folding himself in half and leaning heavily onto his elbows. “This is ridiculous. How could you have let this happen?”


“I didn’t ‘let’ anything happen. I went into the club, met Gigi and took her home. We had sex and I left. That’s all that happened. I didn’t know anything happened to her until the cops showed up at my London flat and arrested me.”


“How long did you stay? And did anyone see you come or go?”


“I didn’t see anyone, but then it was pretty late when I left. She was still sleeping. Peacefully I might add, and not a mark out of line. What happened to her must have happened ‘after’ I left.”


The document in Severus’s hands crackled as his dark eyes scanned it once more. If it wasn’t one thing in his life, it was another. When in the world was he ever going to find any peace? He had finally gotten up the courage to leave the haven of Hogwart’s after nearly 20 years of service. For three years after the fall of the dark lord, he had stayed on as teacher and Slytherin’s house head. He tried to do it. Tried to continue on, as if nothing had changed, but everything had. Hogwarts hadn’t needed him any longer and he had just been pushing back the inevitable.


He had moved back to his manor home in hopes of passing his remainder years in solitude and research. Unfortunately, Draco took it upon himself to attach a tether to his bootlace. The idiot boy was determined to keep him abreast of the outside world. Severus did enjoy the boy’s occasional visits. However, his visits usually ended up being the preview to one more problem in the boy’ s rapidly growing, misadventurersome young life. He had a penchant for finding trouble without looking for it and most of the time, Severus was either mixing a potion to cure it or finding a hex to shoo it away.


Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated. He did adore the boy. He was like a son that he never had. However, that son had to be tamed, and fast. Before something deadly happened to him.


If this case was indeed a set up, he hadn’t followed up on it well enough. Severus shook his head and turned his gaze back towards Draco. “Why didn’t you at least go to your court date?”


“It’s stupid. I don’t live in their world, so why do I have to worry about their judicial system?” Draco mumbled sullenly.


“The MOM will have a say in this.”


Draco Malfoy sat up at his mentor’s words and leaned forward tapping out each word, forcibly, with his fingertip to the dark desk.


“I… just… don’t… care!” He frowned slightly as Severus leaned forward with a dust cloth and tossed it to him, which he angrily picked up to wipe his fingerprints off the shiny desktop with. “Look, Severus, It’s stupid. I was set up and I’m not going back.”


The tall dark man sighed and placed the papers into a nice pile back onto his desk. His eyes was narrowed and his mind was in a chaotic mumbo jumbo trying to think of a way to rescue the young man this time.


“You had best stay in the wizarding world for a while until I can talk to the minister and until the muggles stop looking for you.”


“That’s what I thought, too. Can I stay here?”


“Great! You want me to aid and abet a criminal?”


“I’m not a criminal!” The blond protested. “I’m not my father!”


“Amen to that.” Severus muttered, crossing to the fireplace. “Stay here, I will be back.”

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“Jeez, what happened to you?”


“Had a bit of a fuss on my apprehension.”


Mojo shook his head and leaned back into his chair, letting his dark eyes scan over her. His obvious confusion as to why she lets herself get tossed around confounded him to no extent. “Why do you let them do that to you?”


Abby shrugged her thin shoulders and took her seat at her desk. “Makes it more believable to the others.” She simply stated as she pulled open her desk drawer to remove a flask.


“By letting your captures beat the shit out of you?”


“I don’t let them all beat me. Just…a few.”


“You’re warped, you know that?” Mojo frowned.


Abby grinned and took a deep drink from the flask before she propped her elbows on the desk, placing her bruised jaw in her palm. “You know, If I brought in every perp without a scratch they would start to get suspicious. It’s best if I show some form of weakness.”


“I suppose, but I think you just like being manhandled.”


Abby shrugged her shoulders and brought a hand up to her split lip. It was true that she liked a bit of roughness, but there were limits. Her preferences towards roughness she would rather keep confined to her bedroom. Grappling with hard to negotiate with criminals wasn’t high on her list of thrilling pain.


She looked over at Mojo and grinned at his neatly slicked back hair, pulled taut into a long ponytail that trailed down his back nearly to his waist. If he hadn’t been a friend, she would have jumped him years ago during her tenure at Hogwart’s. Especially if she had any advanced knowledge of how he would have ended up looking.


The man sitting before her was stunning, a pure delight to the female optical senses. He was tall, broad at the shoulder, and slim at the waist and possessed a tight ass that stopped traffic when he deemed to wear jeans. He was all muscle too, which he worked hard at everyday, like a ritual. He was determined to keep the image he had garnered, and determination was what he was good at. Mojo turned out to be quite the man and, to his many girlfriends’ delights, he was quite the lover as well, judging from all the screams of passion that she’d heard throughout the nighttime hours of nearly every… single… night.


Mojo and Abby lived on one floor of an apartment building and shared one common wall together, which ended up as being the bedroom wall, to her dismay. She discovered that on that fateful first night of passionate screaming coming from his half. They tried living together in one place at one point, but it didn’t work out. He’d bring his women in, they’d get jealous of her, and it was over by the next morning. Not that they didn’t have reason to feel that way. Abracadabra wasn’t a slouch herself. She had shot up in her sixth year to a decent height of five foot six. Her weight slimmed down, and with Mojo’s help, her exercise routine kept her at a healthy one hundred and twenty five pounds, more or less. Ever since graduation, Mojo had never lacked company in his bed and Abby had her fair share of company and a vast knowledge of silencing spells, which she didn’t bother to use most of the time. Let Mojo know that his lovers weren’t the only ones that liked to scream.


Not that Abby hadn’t ever taken the opportunity to boink the man herself once or twice, but it never made it past a romantic relationship stage They knew that is was just sex between them and never dwelled on it after the deed was done.


Their relationship was purely business, with a sideline of pure adultery when the need arose.


She glanced over at him, and his eyes narrowed at her scrutiny.


“What?”


“You know, you really should get your ass beaten up one in a while too. They’re starting to call you Superman, you know.”


Mojo grinned and leaned forward, his dark eyes squinting with a huge grin splayed across his face. “I kind of like the nickname.”


Abby laughed in spite of herself. She loved it when he got that look in his eyes, one of absolute mischievousness. She shook her head. “You already have one, Mojo. You don’t need another.”

“I can change it. I’m getting tired of Mojo. Superman, I like that one.”


Abby reached out and brushed a long strand of hair that escaped from his ponytail away from his forehead gently. “Well, Superman, did you bring in any of the FTAs I left on your desk?” She grinned, changing the subject as his eyes narrowed and captured her hand, anticipating what may happen that night. After all, it had been over a month since they were together.


“Which ones? The drug dealer or the burglar?” He opened a drawer, pulled out the pile of charts marked as FTAs or Failure to Appears, and tossed them onto her desk.


“Whichever.”


“Both, actually. Mosely and Calvin.” Mojo opened the file and passed it over to her. She pushed the pay-off check over to him and scanned the papers. \"Mosely was easy to catch. I only had to corner him and ask for a rock. What an idiot! You know, he actually had crack on him. He had no idea if I was a cop or anything and he just…produced the rock. What a moron.” Mojo shook his head in disbelief and pocketed the paycheck for the capture.. “When he handed it over I just snapped the cuffs on him. I didn’t even have to use magic. It was way too easy.”


“To bad they can’t all be that easy.” She grinned and closed the file and placing it in the out basket.


“No shit.”


“And the other one?”


“Calvin, Richard…” Mojo produced another paycheck and waved it in the air. “Caught him at his girlfriends. I had to magick him. He thought he could jump from the second floor window naked to escape me.” Mojo grinned at the memory of the naked man poised on the edge of a window ledge. “I decided to levitate him down and for some reason he thought he cofly fly after that. I guess he was stoned or something. He blabbed all the way to the station until I obliterated his memory. Poor guy, he thought he could fly. How funny is that?”


Abby chuckled. “Muggles are a funny lot, I hope his girlfriend didn’t see you perform the swish and flick.”


“Nah, she locked herself in the bathroom, too scared to come out when I broke in. She didn’t see anything.”


“Did you?” She grinned.


“Nah, nothing worth seeing anyway. She had on a floral robe. Looked like something my grandmother would wear.”


Abby laughed loudly. “You are such a dork.”


“Sticks and stones…” Mojo taunted, sticking out his tongue playfully.


“Yeah, but just make sure you have your wand on hand. You know how those sticks and stones hurt. And behave, or I’ll have you put that tongue to a better use.”


Mojo grinned. “Nasty!”


“Any new cases in?” She turned her attention back to the files, trying to ignore the feeling in her lower stomach at the memory of just what that tongue could accomplish.


Mojo rose from his chair and left the room for a moment, to return with two new charts. “Just two.”


“Who are they?” She asked, leaning back and watching him as she opened the first file.


“Okay this one is…Veronica Webster…FTA for aggravated assault on her ex-boyfriend. Seems he was cheating on her and she tried to castrate him in his sleep.” He grimaced. “She actually sewed him up in a sheet and used a pair of dull scissors to attempt to…uh…relieve him of his problem.”


Abby shook her head with an amused chuckled. “Well, that’s one way to whip your boyfriend back into shape.”


“Not funny, Abby…That’ll cause some serious emotional problems for him in the future.” Mojo mentally crossed his legs in sympathy. “Her bail was set at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Chump change really. It would only bring in about thirty five thousand dollars for us.”


“We’ll set that one aside. Who’s the other one?”


Mojo opened the file and frowned. “Weird…”


“What?”


Mojo read over the file quickly before passing it over to her. “Drace Malloy, arrested for rape, assault and attempted murder. He was released last Thursday and skipped town obviously. He has an address listed in upper London, near Diagon Alley.”


“And?” She frowned at his expression. She didn’t like the way his brows were knitting together. Her hand reached out and grabbed the file from him and she cast her eyes over the papers. A gasp escaped her lips as her gaze fell to the photo of the perpetrator. “Oh shit…”


Mojo nodded in agreement. “Draco Malfoy.”


“Fuck…”


“Yeah.”


“There goes our reputation.”

A/N’s and acknowledgments:


Magdellin: Thanks, yeah I meant obliviate. Thanks. I hope you stick to this story, it does get better. Promise!


ChangJessica: I am continuing it. I hope you like where I am taking this eventually. I am not saying who Abby and Mojo are just yet. But you are free to guess…hehe


Mundungus42: Thank you. I have to give credit to Janet Evanovitch. She is an awesome writer. Thanks to her for giving me this idea.


Ladydeathfaerie: Thanks, I appreciate that. and thanks for the help in this story. I worship your betaing skills. Muwah!


Deb: I will say who Abby and Mojo are in later chapters. I just want the suspense a bit longer. You are welcome to make a guess however. LOL.


Thank you all so much for your continued support in my quests.


Blessed be and walk with grace.


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