The Game

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UPDATE: pirategrrl made me realize I had forgotten to add a crucial paragraph that describes Harry's disguise. I have added said missing paragraph!

UPDATE: I have edited just slightly, and added a few more details as I felt it was a little dry and out of character too much for my liking. Enjoy. Chapter 2 will be up shortly, followed by 3,4, and 5. They are already written, but I hae such bad handwriting, it's torture to read and type them up!

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It was a strangely cold and bitter night in London, even for this fall season. The city had seemed to change it’s lovely brisk fall day as soon as the sun had set. The night was overcast, threatening to storm any seconds. The moon tried to shine brightly through the clouds, giving a misty light that shone off the fog that had gathered. It was one of those night’s people avoided the streets, for some unknown reason-only that it felt like the right thing to do. The gloomy weather seemed to always appear when something bad was going to happen.

A half used cigarette hit the stone road, it’s glowing embers stomped out by a rough boot, a curse escaping the smokers lips, “bloody cigarettes..”. The boots made their way across the road and into a quiet, dour pub, a place only dark wizards and witches would seem to want to go to. It was perfect for this particular wizard. No idiots to bother him.

The dark figure pulled the hood to his cloak off as he entered the dark building. Severus Snape nodded to the only other Death Eater in the pub, before taking a seat in the back of the gloomy pub. He was grateful that his Lord had given him a night off for the good work he had done the night before. If killing an Auror landed him a night free of pain, he would do it anytime. Not that he cared anyways; he rather thought the Aurors to be incompetent to begin with.

On the other side of the pub, blue eyes watched the dark figure of the man walk into the place and take his seat. It was Harry Potter, wearing a simple galmour. He had given himself bright blue eyes, as his natural green would point him out instantly. He had let his hair grow out, as now it was tied in a braid that fell to the back of his shoulders. His scar was also hidden, another feature that would identify him instantly. It was a simple glamour, but with the right attitude and clothing, he had pulled it off; no one had suspected a thing so far. He was working undercover for the Order for about a month now at the bar, waiting for something like this to happen. Severus Snape had just walked into the pub. A dangerous, and well known Death Eater; not to mention, Voldemort's right hand man.

Harry quickly, and carefully sent a message contained in a package of a bottle of alcohol, the pub's well known brew, with the delivery owl to the Order. Alerting them of who was in the pub, waiting for his orders to follow. Hopefully tonight they would catch this powerful death eater and be one step closer to ending the war.

He slipped form behind the bar, his long black hair braided and falling down his back as he made his way over to Snape’s table. He had to play his part as the waiter carefully around Snape, as the man was probably more dangerous than Voldemort himself. He hoped that his glamour would do the trick.

Snape looked up to see sex on legs standing in front of him. There stood his waiter, a very attractive young man, wearing very tight black jeans that hugged low on his hips. His black long-sleeved shirt coming just short from the top of his jeans, giving a little peak of the smooth skin beneath the clothes. The boy had a slim, and feminine body shape, though still strong looking, like a seeker’s body he had known once. He had long black hair braided down his back, and the most striking azure eyes. If Snape had his way, and he always got his way, he would take that boy tonight as his well-deserved reward.

“What can I offer you, sir?” Harry’s voice was soft and flirty. He had seen Snape’s eyes roam over his body, making him a little nervous that the man had sensed something, but thought again as he saw the tiniest bit of a smirk on the man’s lips and knew what the Death Eater was thinking-surprisingly for the rest of his face stayed unreadable.

“Firewhiskey.” Snape’s voice was like smooth dark chocolate, giving his order for a drink. The Death Eater’s eyes never left the waiters body as the boy turned to get his order, loving the view of his ass the most. Oh how he wanted that sinful body.

While Harry was fixing Snape’s drink, the delivery owl came back, with a note inside the envelope marked 'payment'. His instructions were simple. He was to give Snape false information on himself. He was to get the Death Eater to believe that Harry Potter was going to be at some location the next night. The man would hopefully take the bait, and would be surrounded by Aurors, who would capture and take him to Azkaban. Harry just had to think of a way to get the info to the dangerous wizard. Harry was more afraid of Snape than he was of Voldemort, that was one thing no one understood.

Filling the glass with FireWhiskey, Harry headed back over to the Death Eaters table. He had just constructed a rather easy plan to leave the man with the false information. He had seen that smirk, and if he was right, Snape’s eyes hadn’t left his body the whole time. It was a little risky, but if he played his cards right, it would work.

“Here you go. Is there…anything else I can offer you?” Harry had lowered his voice as he set the alcohol down in front of Snape, leaning a little close to the man, a flirty look in his eyes as he looked at Snape. Ah, there it was, that smirk. It was that smirk, that not many people could point out, that had given it away. Harry had felt the many's eyes on his body since he took his order. Snape was hard to read, but it was easy to see in his eyes that he wanted Harry-or rather, Harry the waiter.

“How about a hot young man with striking azure eyes, and black hair?” Severus began to sip his drink, ignoring the burning running down his throat as he kept his eyes on his waiter. This young man was absolutely stunning- just his type. He could tell by the way the boy moved and talked. He was rough around the edges, didn't take crap from anyone. He had a bad boy side to him, a defiance that Snape would love to break-not to mention he was sexy as all hell.

Harry smirked, one to match the potions master, while his eyes glittered mischievously. He stood straight up, still looking at Snape. “I get off at 2.” He smiled playfully, going to take the order of the group of wizards and witches that just entered the dismal bar, wiggling his ass a little more than necessary.

Snape turned back to his drink, watching that sweet behind as it left. Damn. As always, he got what he wanted, and he was getting that tonight. He couldn’t have asked for a better night off.

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