Two Lonely Hearts

Warning: Smoking in this chapter. NOT HEALTHY FOR YOU!



Chapter 2





“Craaaap,” said Harry.



“You can’t mean for him to be my bodyguard,” said Malfoy, walking into the room and crossing his arms as he glared at Harry.



“That’s no problem, Malfoy,” said Harry shooting up from his head and headed for the door, “because I’m not it!”



“Harry,” said Sirius as Harry shoved past Malfoy and moved to open the door, “he knows who killed Cedric.”



That stopped Harry in his tracks. He turned to look at Sirius with a surprised expression.



“What? But it was a hit and run. I was there!”



“It was Pettigrew,” said Sirius and waited for the result.



“That bastard!” yelled Harry, and threw his fist and punched the wall. Malfoy winced as he heard several of Harry’s knuckles crack and when the boy pulled his hand away, his knuckles were bloody and bits of plaster clung to the ripped skin.



“Potter!” said Malfoy in surprise. “Control yourself!”



“Shut up, Malfoy!” The look Harry sent Malfoy was so angry and dark that the other boy took a step back. Still in a rage Harry walked out and stormed down the hall.



“What’s his problem?”



“If Harry wants to tell you, he will,” said Sirius. “Let’s just say Harry holds a grudge against Pettigrew that bigger then most.”



“Why would anyone want to hold a grudge against Pettigrew,” asked Malfoy. “I know the man. He’s a rat, I admit, but he’s a coward through and through, but he hasn’t done anything for someone to be that angry at him.”



“Pettigrew is the reason James and Lily Potter are dead,” said Shacklebolt. Both Shacklebolt and Sirius looked anywhere but at Malfoy and the high school boy knew he wouldn’t get anymore information out of the two detectives.



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Harry sat on the steps outside the building, a cigarette in his fingers as he watched the cars drive by. Monotonous people going about their monotonous lives. For them, everything was the same, never knowing the danger that looked in the shadows, but Harry had seen the danger, and lived through it.



Putting the cigarette to his mouth, he took a drag, letting the nicotine fill his lungs and blew it out.



“Does you’re guardian know you smoke,” asked a voice. Harry didn’t have to look up to know it was Malfoy.



“He doesn’t approve of it, but he does,” said Harry flicking the ash away and took another drag. He had to cover a smirk with his hand at Malfoy not knowing that Sirius was his guardian. In truth, Harry didn’t smoke often. He only did once a day or when he was really stressed. And if he was going to be dealing with Draco Malfoy, he’d be going through a whole pack!



“Have you a spare,” asked Malfoy sitting next to Harry. Harry reached into his pocket, shook out a cigarette and handed it to Malfoy. Reaching into his pocket he took out his lighter and handed it to Malfoy, who light the cigarette and handed it back. “I don’t think I want to ask how you got them. Seventeen year olds aren’t allowed to buy them.”



“I have my ways,” said Harry, pocketing his lighter. “As I’m sure you do.”



“True. I guess I’ll have to watch you then,” said Malfoy as he took a drag from his.



“Whatever, but I have other jobs besides babysitting you,” said Harry, crushing his cigarette.



“Such as?”



“None of your business!” snapped Harry, standing up and straightening the back of his jacket. “You going home?”



“I told my parents I was spending the night at Blaise’s so they wouldn’t know I was coming here,” said Malfoy. “I asked him to lie for me.”



“What’s in it for him?”



“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” The look and amused smile Malfoy gave Harry made him not want to press further.



“Will they believe you?”



“Not the first time I stayed away from home. I’ve been running from that place since I was fourteen.”



“Then you’ll be at my house for the night?”



“That’s the plan.”



“Great,” said Harry in irritation. “Let’s go. If I’m baby-sitting you then they don’t need me for anything else. I have to tell’em I’m heading home.”



And he walked up the stairs. Malfoy flicked his unfinished cigarette away and followed the dark haired boy. They had just entered the department when they were assaulted by Romulus. Harry laughed as Malfoy cried out and shielded his face.



“Get this crazy mutt off me!” yelled Malfoy.



“He’s not a mutt,” said Tonks. “He’s a pure-breed.” And she whistled. Romulus got off Malfoy sat by his mistress’ feet, and put his head on her lap, asked for attention, which Tonks gave. His tail thumped the floor. “Wotcher, Malfoy.”



“You to know each other,” asked Harry, pointing between the two.



“Our mothers are sisters,” said Malfoy, crossing his arms and glared at Tonks. “They had a….disagreement before we were born.”



“Yeah,” said Tonks. “Something about Mum marrying Dad.”



Harry immediately understood. Theodore Tonks was the most aloof person Harry had ever met, along with his wife Andromeda, but they were also almost as poor as the Weasley’s. Harry knew that both of Malfoy’s parents came from rich families, so for one of the children to marry a man that worked in a supply store for a living was a low blow.



“Well, this is perfect,” said Harry after a moment of thinking. “Tonks, you can watch Malfoy for me while I’m out tonight.”



“WHAT?!” said both cousins.



“You’re going out?!” yelled Malfoy.



“I have to watch him?!” said Tonks, pointing at Malfoy.



“Yes, you have to. Someone has to and who better then his cousin. And yes I’m going out, Malfoy, alone.” Harry stretched the last word with every bit of seriousness he had. He turned t the door. “Tell Remus and Sirius I’m heading home. I’ll call’em when I get there. And keep Malfoy out of my room and the library while I’m out.”



Tonks groaned as Harry lead Malfoy out and headed to the parking lot.



“How did you get here?” asked Harry.



“Agent Black brought me. You have a library?”



“Shut up, Malfoy,” said Harry. “Bye, Tonks. Bye, Rom.”



“Later, Harry,” said Tonks still in shock at having to watch her younger cousin. Harry lead Malfoy outside, saying farewell to Bob the door guard, and started down to the parking lot when a voice called him.



“Hey, Harry, wait up,” called Arthur Weasley, Ron’s father and a computer forensic specialist for the team. Arthur was very smart at computer programming, but liked to tinker with the computer system when he wasn’t supposed to which got him in trouble because of the crashed computers and docked pay.



“Hi, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry with a smile. “What can I do for you?”



“Can you tell Molly I’ll be a little late,” asked Arthur. “I would call her myself, but I’m not allowed to use the phone to call home, I don’t have a mobile phone as you know, and Shacklebolt wants the update on the decapitation/castration murder case and I, uh….”



“Crashed the computer again,” said Harry with an amused smile.



“I saved everything on file. It’s on my portable. I just have to put the programming back in.”



“All right, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry. “I’ll tell Mrs. Weasley you’ll be late. What’s she cooking tonight?”



“Buffalo wings,” said Arthur with a smile. Harry chuckled.



“You’re favorite, and Sirius’. I know she’ll share.” Harry turned to walk down the steps again. “I’ll tell her. See you tomorrow, Mr. Weasley.”



“Thanks, Harry,” said Arthur and Harry waved back. He looked over to Malfoy and saw the boy paler then usual.



“What’s wrong, Malfoy?” he asked.



“Decapitation and castration?” asked Malfoy in a surprised voice.



Harry shrugged. “I’ve heard of worse.”



And Harry walked down the steps and walked to the parking lot. Taking out his keys he unlocked his white car and slid in the driver’s sea. Malfoy looked at with an amused annoying look.



“This is your car?” he asked.



“Shut up, Malfoy,” snapped Harry turning the key and starting the car. “Unlike you, I don’t have a limo.”



“A chauffer, actually,” said Malfoy. “So where are you going tonight?”



“Out,” said Harry, his eyes not leaving the road.



“Out where?”



“None of your business!”



“You’re my bodyguard now,” said Malfoy with a smirk. “What you do is my concern.”



“No, what you do is my concern,” said Harry. “That’s what it means to baby-sit you.”



“I’m only concerned because the most anti-social senior student in Hogwarts Middle and High School is baby-sitting me.”



“I’m not anti-social,” said Harry. “I just don’t like crowds.”



“You’re claustrophobic?” asked Malfoy in an interested tone.



“No,” said Harry, stopping at a stop sign and glared at his passenger. Draco looked a him in surprise.



“Then why don’t you like crowds?”



“Don’t know who’s in a crowd,” said Harry and continued to drive. Draco looked at him in confusion.



“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Malfoy but Harry didn’t answer. It wasn’t long till the y reached the Weasley’s ram shackled house and Harry stopped the car at the sidewalk.



“Stay here, and keep your head down,” said Harry and got out of the car.



“What am I, a dog?”



Harry looked back with a smirk. “Good dog,” he said and shut the door. Malfoy slumped in his seat, making him self as small as possible without losing his composure and glared at Harry over the window as Harry walked toward the house and knocked.



Molly Weasley had just opened the door when Draco’s mobile phone rang. Looking at the caller I.D. he groaned. It was Pansy.



“Hello, Pansy,” said Draco dryly.



“Hi, Drakey darling,” said Pansy sweetly on the other end and Draco groaned. He hated that nickname. “Will I be able to come tonight?”



“Sorry, Pansy, but you can’t. We’re not dating.”



“Of course we are, Draco.”



“No, we’re not.” He wanted to throw the phone away and stomp on it.



“Look, Draco, I know you love me. You know you love but we both know you’ve just been too emotionally neglected to express them. But don’t worry, I’m willing to wait. I’ll come by tonight. An we’ll talk about.”



“You can’t, Pansy. I’m not at home. I’m…at Blaise’s.



“Why are you at Blaise’s?”



‘To get away from you.’ “Men stuff. So don’t ask, because I’m not telling.”



“You’re spending an awful lot of time at Blaise’s. Is there something you want to tell me?”



Draco began to sweat. “Oh, Blaise is here. Bye, Pansy,I’ve gotta go!”



“Draco….” Was all Pansy could get out before Draco shut the phone and sighed.



“Who was that?” asked Harry as he slid back in the car and set a bag in the back seat. Draco could smell barbecue sauce and chicken, cream corn, garlic bread and fresh biscuits from the bag.



“My mother,” he said, without missing a beat. “She wanted to know how I was.”



Harry stared at Malfoy questioningly as Malfoy told his lie but didn’t say anything else and Harry drove in silence. They drove till they reached a Harry’s house. It looked like any other house on the block, white with neat hedges on both sides. There was even a wind chime above the porch and a garage. Harry pressed a button on the sunblind, the garage opened and Harry drove the car into the double garage. Tools liked the front and one wall and a long object the other covered in a tarp. Malfoy guessed it might be Harry’s guardian’s motorcycle.



“This is your garage?” asked Malfoy with a smirk. Harry just gave him an irritated look before getting out of the car and walked to the door. Malfoy followed. Harry unlocked and opened the door and Malfoy stepped into Harry’s house.



The door opened into the kitchen and Malfoy could see the living room to the right. It showed the right surroundings of a bachelor. A sofa, chair and television were the only thing in the living room. A few photographs on the fireplace mantel and a coffee table. Harry ignored the surroundings as he took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the chair. For someone who, like Malfoy, had paid his way into Hogwarts, Malfoy had expected more from the boy. Setting his keys on the table next to the door he opened a drawer and put something in it that Draco didn’t see before he shut the drawer.



“This is your house?” asked Malfoy walking to the mantel.



“Just because I have money doesn’t mean I flash it around,” said Harry walking to the kitchen.



Malfoy walked over to the mantel and looked at the photographs that were displayed there. There were very few. One was of four people, three men and one woman wearing wedding clothes and smiling. A raven haired man had his arm around the red haired woman and held her hand lovingly. Beside them there was a sandy haired man and another dark haired man, his hair reaching to his shoulders. The next picture was the same shoulder length man sitting on a chair holding a raven haired baby. The man had a proud smile on his face as he looked down at the infant. The last one was with the same man standing outside the house, a thirteen year old boy with raven black hair and green eyes behind round glasses. Both wore smiling faces as they looked at each other, the man with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.



“Potter, you say it’s your house, but why are they’re pictures of Agent Black,” asked Malfoy. Harry came back in with a bottle of water and an amused face. He had removed the contacts in his eyes and wore small oval framed glasses. Malfoy looked at Harry in surprise. He knew Harry had to wear glasses, but it was rare to see them on the boy.



“Didn’t you know? Sirius is my guardian.” Malfoy looked at him in surprise and Harry laughed. “Guess not. I’ve been with Sirius since I was thirteen.”



“Weren’t you orphaned as a baby? Where did you live before you came here?”



Harry’s eyes flashed as he spoke. “Hell.”



Malfoy pointed to the wedding picture. “I know Agent Black and Lupin, but who are the other two? Are they….”



“I’ll show you to your room,” said Harry and led the way to the stair. Malfoy looked at the pictures once more before following Harry.



The second story looked much like the first, bare except for a table with a vase of flowers and a telephone on it. They passed an open door bedroom that was a mess and Malfoy half expected it to be Harry’s, but the other boy kept walking and passed another door. That door was closed and a plaque hung on it that red “Harry’s Room: Keep Out!” across from it was a second closed door. Malfoy walked over and grasped the knob, only to have his arm pulled away by Harry.



“Stay out of there,” hissed Harry, his eyes glared at Malfoy with such intensity that he stepped away.



“But isn’t this the guest room,” he asked.



“Not even close. The guest room’s across from the bathroom.” Harry pointed to the second open door and Draco saw the neatly covered bed and dresser. With that Harry walked down the hall and into the first open door. He was muttering loudly as he picked up the thrown clothes. “Stupid old man. Over thirty years old and he still can’t clean up after himself. He’s a child in a grown up’s body!”



After he managed to put everything away, made the bed and put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, he quickly checked to see if Malfoy had settled in before going his bed room.



It looked like any other teenage boy’s room with posters of favorite bands on the wall and a stereo with a collection of CDs on the dresser. A television was set near the bed with a collection of videos and a player. Kits of model trains, cars and trucks lined the shelves and a desk with unfinished homework was pushed against the wall under a window.



Why was he babysitting Draco Malfoy? There were plenty of other cop kids that could do it better then him. Was it because of his vendetta against Pettigrew and those he worked for?



It was the sound of the doorbell that jolted Harry out of his thoughts.



“Potter, someone’s at the door,” yelled Malfoy.



‘No shit, Sherlock,’ thought Harry as he left the room. Closing the door behind him he walked downstairs and opened the front door to find Tonks and Romulus on the front porch.



“Came to take over your job,” she said with a smile.



“He’s upstairs, sulking in the guest room,” said Harry. “There are buffalo wings in the refrigerator and soda and beer. I’ll get ready.”



And he walked back up to his room. He opened the door to his closet, took out some clothes, a small cardboard box and went to the bathroom. An hour and a half later the garage door opened and a motorcycle drove out and headed toward town.



TBC