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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Ten:

"Have you found anything, anything at all?"

The brunette sighed and gazed at her friend reproachfully. "We're doing the best we can, Harry, I promise you. If it's at all possible to discover where Sirius' body went then I'll find it."

Harry Potter sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his face wearily before he placed them back on and blinked blearily. "I'm sorry, 'Mione. I'm just agitated." He sighed. Hermione's lip curved in sympathy, "Ginny still on you about having kids?" Harry sighed, standing to shake his muscles loose. "it's not that I don't want kids, eventually, it just cropped up at a bad time. I mean, mentally speaking I had Sirius dead and buried, and then your team comes to me saying you may be able to pinpoint where he ended up? It's bizarre."

Hermione shook her head, "his body, Harry. That spell hit him; he was definitely dead going into that thing." Harry shook his hand, "Yes, yes, 'Mione, I know I'm not clinging to false hope. It would be nice to bury him with the rest of the Marauder's though."

The brunette groaned as she got to her feet, rubbing her back tiredly; she was getting too old for this research business. Her hair fell in useless clumps from the knot she had put it in and she growled in annoyance, shoving it back. "I'll do my best to find him, Harry. We just need a little more time." She eyed him suddenly. "Are you sure it's only this that's got you worried about starting a family, Harry? Ginny and I do still talk on occasion..."

Harry's cheeks flared, an interesting feature on a man approaching thirty, and he looked away from his friend's searching gaze. "Ginny and I will work things out eventually." He muttered eyes downcast. Hermione hesitated a moment before opening her mouth. "How's...?"

"He's fine, 'Mione, don't worry." Harry smiled softly at the miserable look on the brunette's face. "I never meant to hurt him." She whispered softly, "It just.. it was too expected... too planned... I couldn't do it; I couldn't marry him, Harry." Harry stroked his friend's arm, smiling sweetly. "Ron will forgive you. Give him time."

Hermione sighed and bent to collect her books from her desk, glancing out one of the ministry's permanently sunny windows. "Okay," she sighed, "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry. Don't stay late."

Harry waved at her absently and leaned one arm against the closest wall. With a hasty glance at his office door he stalked towards his desk and opened the drawer. From within he pulled out a yellowing issue of the Daily Prophet, mouth turning down in a grim line. The picture on the front was one taken of the man in his final year of Hogwarts. His renowned smirk was nowhere to be seen and his eyes looked haunted. Harry sighed as he pushed the paper back into its place.

Draco Malfoy had been missing for over ten years.

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Draco growled and clutched at his chest, scratching at the mark that had, only moments before, embedded itself in his skin. "What have you done to me?" he growled at Bród.

Bród eyed the mark with honest curiosity, reaching out a hand to stroke it softly. Draco shivered and a moan left his throat. Upon hearing it, the blonde clamped a hand over his mouth and glared up at the smirking alien. He slapped Bród's arm. "Hands off!"

Bród walked Draco back to the building they had come from, whilst the smaller man continued to scratch at the blasted mark and discover how a necklace had seemed to melt into him. He had felt a burst of magic at the contact, strange magic, but magic nonetheless. Was it a magical mark then?

Curiosity suddenly peaked, Draco glanced around him, searching for something... There! He spotted a round, russet stone, nearly identical in colouring to Bród's strange skin. Feeling like a fool he pointed a hand at the object and commanded sternly, "Accio."

Draco gave a shriek of surprise and ducked when the stupid rock shot through the air straight towards him, only narrowly missing clipping the top of his head. He glared up at Bród "What blasted magic is this? How am I supposed to control something this raw?" He cast a wary look over his shoulder at the stone where it had fallen against a tree.

Bród gaped at Draco, mouth slack and green eyes huge as they darted from him and towards the rock again. He whispered something in his own language, shaking his head lightly as a grin lengthened his smile. Draco shrugged in confusion, eyes narrowed before they popped open when Bród's mouth descended on his own.

The taste and scent of smoke enveloped Draco, washing over his senses in a way that should have been suffocating but felt ridiculously good. Bród's tongue slid against his in a way that was becoming increasingly familiar and Draco gasped into the taller man's mouth. He snarled, coming to his senses as Bród pulled away with a smirk. "That's right," the smaller man sneered sarcastically, "make yourself at home with me, why don't you? It seems you've already staked a claim over me! I'm not your property, you brute. I will be seduced in my own time when I'm good and ready!"

Bród chuckled depply, lips curving and eyes lidding as he watched Draco's excited outburst. Draco shivered as that voice danced over his thoughts and his lower parts stiffened painfully. His body seemed to have decided that he was, most definitely, good and ready. He growled at the alien, annoyed at his own reactions. He should have indulged in more females back on Earth.

He could always indulge in females... His face dropped suddenly. No, he could not indulge in females here because there didn't seem to be females here, did there? What kind of race was comstructed of just men? He shook his head in despair and glanced at Bród's slender form, "You're about as close to 'female' as I'm getting aren't you?" he murmured quietly, eyes narrowing. Though Draco barely made it to Bród's chest, the alien was of slender build, almost as delicate as Draco with a softness to his body that Draco did not have, nor did he expect any other male from Earth would have.

Bród's beads clinked softly as he tilted his head to look at Draco curiously. His long black curls only added to that strangely exotic quality that was causing Draco to stiffen. His face was soft, pretty in a male way with a pouting bottom lip. Draco regarded the alien with newfound curiosity. "I suppose you are attractive, in your own way." He purred silkily.

Bród must have noticed the abrupt change in Draco's tone, for his eyes widened marginally and his lips parted. "Draco?" he asked softly. Draco grinned wickedly. "Yes, Bród." He said suddenly, pushing open the doors of the building they had originally come from. "I do believe I could grow quite fond of you."
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