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How To Train Your Auror 2: Family Ties	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Took the Patronus test on Pottermore: Black Mare. XD Totally fits.
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~A.
I, I'll never be, be what you see inside
You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified
You say that you are close, is close the closest star?
You just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far
And I'll fall
And I'll break
And I'll fake
All I wanna
And I'll fall down
And I'll break down
And I'll fake you out
All I wanna
"Fake You Out" by Twenty One Pilots
Hermione hated being left alone. She felt as if she should be doing more. Harry was at the Ministry, Draco was Merlin knows where, Abraxas Malfoy was on the move, and here she was -stranded in her own home like she was placed on house arrest. No, this wouldn't do at all. She needed to think. She needed to devise some sort of plan. But communicating with Draco's parents was like trying to communicate with two snarling Hungarian Horntails. Hermione was strong, but she wasn't a dragon tamer.
Then again, she managed to charm Draco, hadn't she? But Draco wasn't like his parents. Not really. Sure, he had all the arrogance, the poise, the upbringing -but he also contained a heart. Love. She knew Lucius didn't hold that type of kindness, but… perhaps she could appeal to Narcissa? After all, she was, if nothing else, a mother. And a mother's love was one of the most powerful magics, wasn't it? Harry was proof of that.
She nodded to herself, set in her purpose. She would talk to Narcissa and appeal to her softer side -maybe she could shed some insight into Draco's actions. Perhaps he'd talked to her before he disappeared.
Just as she stepped to set off towards the spiral staircase leading up to the East Wing, where the Malfoys currently resided, she heard the rustling of fabric as someone stepped inside the doorway.
"Astoria," Hermione jumped, startled by the sudden appearance. "Oh, Rowena's hat! You gave me a fright."
"I don't believe I'm that near death's door," Astoria smirked, folding her delicate arms across her chest. "How are you, Miss Granger? You look a bit puckish. Have you eaten?"
"Eaten?" She thought about it. "No, I don't believe so."
"An Auror is nothing if she doesn't keep up her energy. I'll have one of the house elves sort you out some breakfast."
"No," Hermione said at once, and at Astoria's recoil, she added hastily, "Erm… No, thank you. I can fetch it myself. I don't much care to let house elves do work I'm perfectly capable of doing."
Astoria nodded slowly. "Yes… Draco told me you used to work in the Ministry's Magical Creature's department? House elf rights and whatnot?"
"Yes."
"A very fitting choice for someone like yourself." When she saw the other witch scowl curiously, Astoria added, "Intelligent. Kind hearted."
"Oh." Hermione smiled shyly. "I think that's one of the first compliments you've given me that wasn't sandwiched between two insults."
"Oh, that can't be right, can it?" The green-eyed witch smirked. "Anyway, Miss Granger, while I have you here – Theodore and I plan to visit the Ministry this morning. We wanted to inform you, so you wouldn't worry about our sudden disappearance." They both stared at each other awkwardly. "That was… a poor choice of words, considering Draco-"
"No. I knew what you meant." Hermione was determined not to break eye contact with Astoria, even though she desperately wanted to cast her eyes to the floor. "Actually… I think that's a wonderful idea. I'll join you."
"Aren't you assigned to watch Narcissa and Lucius?"
"Yes. Which is why they'll be coming along." It would be a perfect buffer in order to strike up a conversation. "I'll just go inform them." Hermione, with a kick in her step, started back in the direction of the staircase.
Astoria called back to her, "Felix Felicis, dear! You're going to need it!" but Hermione was already half-way up the staircase and didn't care to comment back.
"You've jumped off the deep end, Malfoy. This will never work." Greg Diggle crossed his arms, scowling over at his criminal counterpart as Draco peeked out through the door of the portkey room and into the Auror Division's bullpen. He waved his hand agitatedly, ushering Diggle to shut up. But he was ignored. "You honestly think they won't see past a few glamour spells? What if they have new wards set up? You don't know what's going on out there -you're going to get us both arrested again, and the entire thing will be your fault."
Draco shut the door softly and locked it with a wave of his wand. "Diggle. When you posed as Cane, did I ever tell you about the time I snuck down and ate all of the cookies left for Santa?"
"You actually believed in Santa?" Diggle raised an eyebrow.
"Of course I didn't. A big, fat wizard who goes around giving presents? You think I'm that daft? But my mother tried to make me believe. Every year she'd bake these chocolate chip cookies and set them out for Santa. I was never to touch them. So, when I was about seven, I decided I'd had enough of it. I was going to eat those cookies." Draco smirked. "So, I created a distraction. I ordered one of the house elves to break my mother's prized Greek vase. And just like clockwork, my parents were thrown out of their beds in the middle of the night, distracted by the vase whilst I-" He waved his wand around, transfiguring Diggle's dirty robes into a green-sequin dress, "-ate every single cookie that night. And in the morning, I blamed the house elves again." He smirked.
"What in the devil do you think you have me in?" Diggle gasped, glaring down at his attire. "What the -Oh." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's good." He smirked back. "I'm the house elf with the vase."
"Think you feel up for a little transfiguration?"
Diggle flexed his long, slender fingers and closed his eyes. "Let's find out." The metamorphagus shook out his shoulders and took in a deep breath. On his exhale, his body began to shift. Like a clay figure being pushed and molded, his arms became thinner, his jaw and nose subtler. The beard on his face was gone, and a head of full, blonde hair fell like ringlets down his back -or, really, her back. Greg Diggle disappeared, and in his place stood a beautiful, busty blonde with boobs the size of a small cantaloupe. "What do you think, big boy?" The voice that came from Diggle was that of a feminine vixen.
Draco tilted his head, smirking. "You look a bit bloated. Particularly around the middle."
Diggle stepped forward and slapped Draco across the cheek. "Never tell a lady she looks fat, Draco. Have you no class?"
The blond narrowed his eyes, snarling, "You slapped me!"
"You insulted me. We both know I look rather marvelous in this dress." Diggle spun around. "Is this what it feels like to be a woman? My, it's a bit freeing." Female Diggle pulled the dip of her neckline back and ogled her own breasts. "I'm surprised I never gave this a go when I found out I was a metamorphagus. All those years wasted. Tsk." Diggle smirked, glancing up at Draco. "I'm tempted to sing 'I Feel Pretty'. Do you know it?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Can you concentrate for five bloody seconds instead of feeling yourself up?"
"It was your idea to make me a woman."
"Yes, well, it's more distracting."
"Indeed. Bit roomier in the undercarriage." Diggle waved his hips back and forth while resting his hands on his hips. "This feels… good."
"Too much information." He was just about to make to unlock the door when Diggle spoke again.
"Not having any balls is rather nice."
"Remind me to cut them off for you once we're out!"
Diggle squinted and ruffled her eyebrows together. "You're a sour sport."
"Are you ready?"
"What exactly is it that I'm to do?"
"You're going to claim you got lost -one of these dolts will gladly escort you out of the office. I'll follow behind with a disillusionment charm."
"You, honestly, believe they won't spot you?"
"With the way you're distracting in that dress, they won't have a clue I'm there."
Diggle's pretty lips perked up in a smile. "Aww, Draco." He batted the Auror's arm playfully and giggled. "You really know how to charm a lady."
"Stop that."
"Just getting my practice in." And with that, Diggle's face fell into a serious tone. "Right. Are we ready, then?"
With another wave of his wand and an incantation later, Draco's body was nearly indistinguishable from the door behind him. If one looked at him from the wrong angle, they might notice a small shimmer, but that's what Diggle was for. Distraction.
It was an interesting experience, to say the least, as Aurors Jameson and Granger stepped through the Ministry Floo with Astoria, Scorpius, Lucius, and Narcissa. The two Aurors were efficient in every way, quick on their feet to get where they were going -and it was obvious, as they walked slowly next to Lucius (for his health) and Scorpius (for his little feet) that both were like two horses chomping at the bit.
Hermione, to keep herself busy as they walked slowly towards the elevators, leaned in and whispered to Jameson, "How are things fairing on your end, Theodore? Astoria seems quite taken with you."
Jameson raised a rust-colored eyebrow, keeping his eyes forward as he replied out of the corner of his mouth, "I seem to get that impression as well…"
"And?"
"And this is highly inappropriate conversation between two Aurors."
Hermione's shoulders slumped, and she ribbed him in the side. "She likes you, you know."
For the first time since she worked with him, she saw the corners of his lips turn up in an unassuming smile. "I know."
By the time they made it to the elevators, Scorpius complained of his legs tiring, and Jameson picked him up without a second thought. Astoria smiled coyly to him as she stepped into the elevator, mumbling a, "Thank you so much, Theo." To which Jameson's smile widened. Narcissa grinned curtly between the two and stepped inside the elevator as well, followed by Lucius, and, finally, Hermione took up the last occupational space in the lift.
"I push button!" Scorpius squealed in Jameson's ear, and he leaned forward so that the toddler could reach the buttons.
"Level Two," Hermione chimed in, but Scorpius began pushing all of the buttons wildly, so it was anyone's guess, really, where they would end up. Lucius gave an amused smirk while Narcissa checked her hair in the reflection of the floor. Astoria giggled into Theodore's arm. Hermione was left to sigh, half irritated, half entertained, and they all waited to see where they would land first.
Draco let the 'female' Diggle step through the doorway first, noticing how 'her' breasts bobbed up and down as she strutted out the door. My, Diggle was one for theatrics, wasn't he? Draco followed closely behind, nudging Diggle in the back to shut the door behind him -or her -it was so hard to sort that out in his mind.
With the door shut, Diggle glanced around to the many, unassuming male Aurors scattered in the department. It didn't take them long to notice the voluptuous snake in their midst. Auror Kingston was the first to take charge -he literally charged across the bullpen, a stack of paperwork in his hands and a scowl written across his brow. "Ma'am! Excuse me? Ma'am!" He stalked up to the blonde 'witch', and Draco noticed the way his eyes raked over the fake breasts and curvy hips. "Erm… excuse me, ma'am, but you're not allowed to be here. Are you looking for someone?"
Diggle batted her eyelashes and pouted her lips. "I'm so sorry. I seem to be mixed up. I was looking for Auror Malfoy?"
Kingston raised a curious eyebrow, and Draco felt his palms begin to sweat. His wand nearly slipped from his hand, but he kept perfectly still behind Diggle's back, though he did manage to press the tip of his wand into the dip of Greg's spine, who jumped lightly in response. 'Stick to the plan,' Draco thought, though he didn't dare whisper it.
"Auror Malfoy, you say? Oh, um, I'm terribly sorry to inform you, but…" Kingston stumbled over his words as his eyes drifted downwards, "Auror Malfoy will be out for the rest of the week." He snapped his eyes back up. "Personal reasons. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Perhaps…" Diggle reached out and stroked a slender finger down Kingston's arm. "Would you give him a message for me when he returns?"
The Auror blushed and swallowed hard. "Oh, um. Of course."
Diggle leaned in and said, just above a whisper, "Tell him he's a cheeky arsehole, and I hope he rots in Hell." 'She' winked at Kingston, patted him on the cheek, and pointed towards the double doors at the far end of the bullpen. "I'll just show myself out. This way, yes?"
"Actually, ma'am," said Kingston, running a circle around Diggle to cut 'her' off, "I'm sorry to inform you, but the entire department is under temporary lockdown. I have no idea who let you in, but…" He sat his paperwork down on another Auror's vacant desk. "You'll have to remain here for the time being, I'm afraid." Kingston wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses, which he pushed up his slender nose. "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience."
'Shit.' Draco scowled. 'Do they suspect?'
"Oh, dear." Diggle released a gasp and placed a hand over her mouth. "That truly is an inconvenience. I promised my dear, elderly mother I'd meet her for tea at noon. Is there no way I can pass?"
Kingston swept his eyes over Diggle's form, yet again, though this time he wore a face of skepticism. "What is your name, ma'am?"
"My name?" 'She' placed a dainty hand on her waist. "I would think one would know simply by looking at me. -I'm Jill Valentine."
"Who?"
'Yeah.' Draco thought. 'Who?'
"Oh, surely you've heard of me? I'm very popular in the muggle world. Famous even." Diggle waved 'her' hand around, putting on the air of a starlet. "No matter. Is Auror Potter around? I wish to speak with him, then."
'What is he doing!?' Draco internally winced.
"Oh, um. Auror Potter is… oh, there he is now."
Draco whipped his head around and spotted Potter a ways off, talking to Dean Thomas. Shit. Double shit. Okay. Maybe this could still work.
"Thank you, Auror…?"
"Kingston." He straightened his posture. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am."
"Likewise." Diggle gave a flirtatious wink and started to saunter across the room, towards Potter. Draco scowled, carefully moving behind the criminal floundering around as a female until she stopped, suddenly, as her eyes connected with Potter's. "Auror Potter, I presume."
Harry didn't look twice at the jiggling breasts peeking through the dress. His brows were drawn together in a look of concern. "Excuse me, Miss, but how did you get in here?" He signed off on some documents another wizard was holding and stepped towards Diggle. "I don't mean to be rude, but you're not allowed to be in here."
"I'm so sorry. I must have taken a wrong turn."
Potter's left eyebrow shot up, and he looked over the blonde with interest -not in the sexual sense, but as if he were analyzing every single detail.
"Jill Valentine," Diggle said, shooting her hand out. "It is an honor to meet you, Auror Potter." She tittered with a 'nervous' giggle. Maybe it was nervousness.
"How did you get in here, Miss Valentine?"
'Shit.' Draco closed his eyes, ready for the blow. But Diggle was quick on her answer.
"Oh, you've caught me. I'm so sorry, Mr. Potter. I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet, and… well… this is embarrassing… I might have bribed one of your Aurors to let me through for an interview with you." Diggle played the part well, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm just ever so smitten with you." 'She' reached out and trailed her fingers up Potter's tie, chin, and to the tip of his nose. "Perhaps there's somewhere more private we could take this?"
Potter narrowed his eyes. "I'm happily married, Miss Valentine."
"Oh, yes," Diggle winked, "Of course."
"No. Seriously. I love my wife."
"Right." Another wink. Draco had to hold back his sniggers that threatened to erupt from his throat. Damn it -if Diggle weren't the bane of Draco's existence, he would make a great chum. Anyone who could get under Potter's skin was kin. Shit. No. He hated Diggle. He needed to focus. -Though it was hard to when Diggle stepped up into Potter's personal space and brushed a shoulder against his chest. "Oh, I feel a bit faint. Catch me, Auror Potter!"
"Erm…" Potter sidestepped and avoided the blonde as she nearly fell over -and had to hobble awkwardly to stop herself from actually falling splat on the floor. It was all so entertaining to watch that Draco placed his hand on his mouth to keep from laughing. "Miss Valentine-"
"Call me 'Jill.'"
"Jill, listen," Potter reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I need you to have a seat-" he gestured to a waiting bench nearby, "And wait until we sort a few things out. Could you do that, please?"
Shit. Shitty shit shit.
"Of course, Mr. Potter." Diggle sauntered over to the bench, leaving a flustered looking Potter behind. Draco took the seat next to Diggle, careful to not draw attention to himself. "Now what?" He heard Greg whisper under bated breath.
"You're a terrible distraction. You're too distracting," Draco muttered back.
"Isn't that the definition of a wonderful distraction?"
"Be serious."
"Fine." Diggle sighed. "Now what?"
"I had no idea they were going to be under lockdown… Perhaps you should have picked someone a bit less provocative. Too late now." Draco hung his head. "Shite. What are we going to do?"
And like a sign from the heavens, the double doors to the Auror Division swooped open, causing Draco's heart to skip a beat. A familiar set of bushy, brown curls pushed past the doorway. Her eyes were determined. Her jaw was set. The last time he had seen her look so formidable, she was unravelling the Gray Magic from Greg Diggle's soul.
Draco almost stood up, tempted to say something -until he remembered he was disillusioned and a criminal. His hand reached out absentmindedly, and her name fell from his lips. "Hermione…"
Diggle's ears perked at the murmur, and his head rose up, eyes lighting like a Christmas tree at the sight before him. "Well, if that isn't a sight for sore eyes…" A dastardly smirk crossed his, now, feminine lips. "Takes your breath away, doesn't she?"
Draco attempted to hold back his sudden pang of possessiveness, instead trying to soak in her every detail. Yes, there were those small freckles bridging the top of her nose. There were those beautiful doe eyes. -His ring still rested on her finger, he noted, as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Relief filled him to the brim. Did she know he didn't mean a word of it? She was intelligent beyond her years. He hoped she figured it out, that it was all a ruse. But, by Potter's face earlier in Azkaban, she might have her doubts. Without thinking, he stood from his spot, the glamour shimmering ever so slightly at his sudden movement. Diggle hissed under his breath in warning, and so Draco stood, rooted to the spot, tightness clutching his chest. He watched on as Hermione searched around the room, looking for someone –Oh, it was Potter. As soon as her eyes connected with his, she turned back around, behind her to the hall, and waved an ushering hand for someone to follow her.
Astoria. It was Astoria. And Jameson. Scorpius. -Oh, fuck. Scorpius. Draco swallowed a hard lump in his throat, his hands quivering. "Scorp…" The toddler searched busily with his gaze around the Auror Division, stopping to rest his eyes over near the benches, where Diggle sat. It almost looked as if he was staring directly at Draco as he gave a lopsided smirk, but then he turned around to Jameson and began to pull his ears. Nah. He couldn't have sensed him, could he?
Two more people followed behind, stepping into the doorway: Draco's parents.
There was a squirming sound from behind Draco, and he turned to see Diggle shifting uncomfortably on the bench, eyes resting on Lucius Malfoy. If eyes could shoot Avadas, Lucius would be in the family plot right about now. The tension between Diggle's brows was sharp enough to cut through steel. Every fiber of his soul rang true; he wanted to kill Lucius on the spot. But Diggle was a smart man. He knew better. So, instead, he clutched the edge of the bench until the knuckles of his feminine form grew white and he leaned back: a rigid statue of loathing.
"Harry," Hermione approached Potter with a staggering speed, "What's going on?"
Draco tried to lean in to listen, but, to his horror, Dean Thomas began to approach the benches, and he had to dart out of the way, nearly giving himself away to avoid being run-smack-dab into. Dean stopped for half a moment, eyeing the spot where Draco stood with an inquisitive stare, but, eventually, he shrugged and made his way to sit down next to Diggle.
"Harry tells me you're from the Daily," he said, folding his hands behind his head as he smiled cheerfully at the blonde. Diggle searched over Dean, gave a heinous smirk, and giggled.
"I am, yes."
"My girlfriend, Luna, she works for the Quibbler," Dean said. "Ever read the Quibbler?"
"Can't say I have, no," Diggle said, obviously enjoying the conversation. There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes and tone: he missed conversations with people. And, perhaps, Dean in particular. The two had been friends before they were enemies. "Though I hear a few people chit-chat now and again."
"Well, Luna's always looking for good reporters," Dean said, bringing his hands down as he reached inside his pocket and fished out a crumbled card. "Here's her information, in case you decide to play for a better team."
"Do you always promote your girlfriend's work?" Diggle asked.
"All the time. She's my best friend." Dean grinned from ear to ear. "Anyway, I'm sure this will all get sorted out soon and you can go on about your business." Draco recognized that look in Dean's eye -he wasn't just playing friendly: he was working. Searching for tells. No doubt, this was Potter's suggestion. "I am curious, though. Who let you in? It couldn't have been much work, I'm sure, not with that body." Dean nudged to Diggle's set of knockers.
Diggle was quick on an answer. "A good reporter never gives her source."
Fully satisfied that Diggle could handle himself for but a moment, Draco tiptoed away, keeping the con in his line of vision the entire time as he made his way across the floor towards Potter, Hermione, and Jameson. He crossed paths with his parents and Astoria briefly, who stood around an empty desk and were playing a round of I-Spy with Scorpius. When this was all over, Draco hoped he could come back to this moment, here, and be a part of it next time. He loved his son more than anything, and it pained him not to scoop him up in his arms and spin him around. But if he ever wanted to be able to do that again, he needed to stick to the plan. So, he moved past his family and settled near the three Aurors huddled over a desk, stepping directly behind Hermione.
As Draco inhaled, he could smell her perfume -roses, hints of lavender, and -Merlin, did she always smell like parchment? Was that part of the perfume? –Draco, despite everything terrible going on in his world, closed his eyes for half a moment and inhaled her scent again. It was like breathing in starlight. He loved it. As his eyes opened again, she took a step back, and the curly nest of hair brushed against him, knocking him in the face. His nose scrunched up as he took a step back to escape the wild mane of hair, realizing, in retrospect, that if he weren't her fiancée, this would be rather stalker-like.
"The entire department?" He heard Hermione mutter to Potter. "Are you sure it was an animagus?"
"What else could it have been?" Potter asked, running his fingers through his midnight-locks. "By the way Kingston described it, it sounds a lot like your kitten, Hermione."
"No, but… but that's impossible." She tapped her foot. "I mean, isn't it?" She looked over to Jameson, who stood stoic and pensive. Finally, he spoke.
"It isn't out of the realm of possibilities, and it would explain Auror Malfoy's strange behavior, if what you believe is true. If he felt like he was being watched…"
A smirk crept up Draco's lips. Merlin, he had some intelligent friends.
"Have you heard anything, Harry? About Draco?"
Potter's eyes looked troubled, and he sighed. Oh shit, here it was. Draco didn't want to be here for this -he backed away slowly, turning on his heels and, as quickly as he could, made it back over to Diggle and Dean. "Imperio." Dean stood at once, under Draco's will, and offered an arm out to Diggle.
"May I escort you outside for a cup of coffee, Miss Valentine?"
Diggle perched an eyebrow but said nothing as 'she' stood from her seat and slinked her arm around Dean's. When they made it through the double doors, Draco looked once more back at his family -to the only reason he had for continuing on with this dangerous plan.
'I love you all.'
And then they were gone, being led away by Dean as Potter was distracted with Hermione and Jameson. All in all, though it wasn't the plan Draco hoped for, it worked out in his favor. He got to see them all one last time. And that… that sat right in his heart. He could do this. He would have to, to keep them all alive.
For those that don't know, Jill Valentine is a Resident Evil character. And that's why that was SO FUNNY. Because we all know Diggle makes pop-culture jokes that wizards don't get. XD
~A.
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