Beloved Enemies

Chapter 1 - Unwelcome News

 "What!? No way! Absolutely not," the rather panicked grey eyed man cloaked all in black opposed vehemently as he stood tall and immensely proud before his commanding officer in charge. The steely black eyes rather narrowing by the second snarled in what could only be described as a tone of vicious anger and sardonic sarcasm, "what did you just say? Repeat it if you would please... Well come on, I am simply on tenterhooks waiting no doubt for another scintillating excuse you have this time."

He wished, devoutly so that his father would very soon choke on one of his ridicolous escapades he indulged on regular basis in one of his continuous orgies before having squandered the last of their fortune leaving him forever in the sadistic hands of Severus Snape. He murmured a noncommittal reply and winced as he saw the satisfactory smile tauten the rather sallow faced man. Military life was not for him, he  thought later angrily and he was fed up with the snide remarks being made behind his back. He closed his eyes in frustration as he heard the familiar clicking and muttered wearily to himself, "duty calls and puppet answers," before disapparating.

He was sure he was in a nightmare, why else would he have to contend with the latest shit heaped upon his shoulders by his rather eccentric previous ex-headmaster who had no qualms or thoughts about the life he already led. Holding his head in his hands he tried desperately to not give in to anger and strove for patience, thinking he succeeded somewhat when his only reply was an exasperated growl. His enigmatic though unconcerned headmaster however beamed at him in approval and took his silence as an avowal of assent. Thinking perhaps a leave of absence from the military, magic, his parents and his seniors was all he needed he rather liked the idea of his latest mission; guarding a somewhat spoilt playboy Quidditch player full of his own importance.

He needed the break and who knew he might actually enjoy a life away from closet inebriated gays attracted and intent on bedding him especially his senior ranking officer Percival Weasley. He shuddered in distaste as he thought about the too muscular redhead and winced in memory when in a particularly amorous mood the man had instead in his drunken state passionately embraced Lieutenant Snape mistaking himself with the other man. Groaning he stood up and looked around him thinking the pub hadn't changed a whit, before making his way out.

"Why should I agree Weasley? I mean what's in it for me?" He drawled lazily and watched the golden eyes smoulder in anger and smirked in contempt before impatiently gesturing for her to leave. He was bored, plain and simple; ennui followed him like the plague and he'd had enough of it. He heard a knock and sighed long sufferingly thinking it was another muggle or wizard bimbette asking to be fucked. Smirking once again as he thought of the perfect setdown perfected for such an occasion, relaxed as he was with his feet lounged up on his desk whilst resting his hands negligently across his chest as he husked out a deliberate drawling whisper "enter..."

So this was his guy then, perfect, just perfect another arrogant asshole determined to fuck about, well he smiled the man was in for a surprise if he thought he was another crony that could be pushed about. Smiling genially he held out a friendly hand and waited for the man to take it, when however the emerald eyes disparaged a scathing glance all over him and obviously found him lacking Draco still had his hands outstretched before him. The soft sarcastic murmur of, "look at what the cat mauled in," made him laugh and grimace at the same time as he thought about his newly acquired not to mention downright hostile and reluctant client unwilling to his "guardianship". 

a/n: Hope you have enjoyed reading, more on the way if you wish to continue on reading!

constructive criticism is more than welcome.