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Black Magic	By : waymay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters written in this story; everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I don't make any profit from these stories!

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A/N: This chapter took a while -I got into a sort of a funk with writing in general, but I think I'm back? Maybe? Life hasn't been treating me all that great, so I'm trying to figure things out while trying to not abandon my fanfics. Trying to make some lemonade here. Hopefully some questions you guys have for the fic is answered, but if I'm doing it right -more questions should be poppin' up! Thank you Mr. Benzedrine for proofing and readin' this -as always. :)
Chapter 2
B.I.P.A.
The Boeing 777 airplane landed safely on the runway of Los Angeles International Airport, however, Hermione's hand still remained purple from Draco's death grip.. He sat rigid in his seat, eyes wide, staring at the miniature television screen in front of him, though not seeing anything. For the first few hours of their flight, Hermione found it entertaining how he could practically sleep on a broomstick, but be as nervous as a guinea pig inside a plane -but that amusement died relatively quickly when his apparent fear of the airplane didn't go away.
Apparating and using a portkey were not permitted by orders of Unspeakable Cattermole. Draco tried his best to convince his superior, yet there was just no getting through the man's thick skull. Apparition was only useful when one knew their destination, and since both himself and Hermione had never traveled to California, Apparating was off the table. The idea of Portkeys were also swept under the rug since Unspeakables were to remain discreet at all times -and on top of that, Draco and Hermione were traveling to a highly populated muggle area. Their means of traveling any way but the muggle way would result in many memory charms casted.
The intercom dinged pleasantly, signaling to the passengers it was safe to stand in the cabin. Nearly everyone unbuckled their seatbelts and stood to retrieve their carry-on items from the cabinets above. Draco stayed frozen, unsure how to react to the alien noise. "Malfoy-" Hermione hissed as she tried to yank away her hand. "The plane stopped. You can let go of me."
He blinked, for the first time in several long minutes, and glanced over towards the witch next to him, then down towards their interlocked digits. He unclasped his fingers, noticing the fading white imprints on her pale skin. Just how hard was he grabbing onto her? His fingers were store and stiff. "You grabbed onto me first." Draco muttered, looking out the tiny window, watching the people in yellow vests unload baggages from the lower compartments.
They waited for the rest of the passengers to leave before exiting the plane. Draco was still wary of the mechanical bird though he sat in it for the past ten hours. How everyone else was so nonchalant about the giant avian blew his mind. Speaking of -"My head hurts," he complained as soon as they were out in the lobby area of the airport. "Is this what it feels like to be a balloon?" He puffed his cheeks while pressing against the tragus of his ears. "It's like my ear popped when we descended." His grey eyes observed the muggles walking about casually. Many of them traveled in pairs, much like themselves, chatting away without a care. Others brought children with them who ran about, playing tag with each other.
"Try yawning." As if on cue, Hermione did so, covering her mouth in the process. "It'll unpop your ears and relieve some pressure." The two of them stepped onto the descending escalator towards the baggage pickup area. Hermione yanked on his arm as he hesitated at the moving stairs. They didn't need a grown ass man holding up the stairs, because he was unsure of muggle technology. Hogwarts staircases were one thing, weird robotic steps were a whole different thing. One misstep and it looked as if would just suck up his clothes.
"Ugh -what do you think me to be? Some sort of ingrate? I'm not going to yawn in public!" Draco managed to sneer at his partner while grabbing onto her hand for dear life. Only he could pull off a Malfoy jeer while still clinging onto Hermione like a baby.
The brunette, being around Draco for the past two and a half years, had grown immune to his jibes and jabs. His words bounced off her like they were rubber balls, harmless but annoying -much like the damned wizard.
As they finally stepped off the escalator, Hermione quickly beelined to their luggage claim number, wasting no time. When the witch wasn't watching, Draco quickly covered his mouth with both hands, summoning a yawn so wide, it nearly halved the side of his face. He wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes before following the woman. "Where are our things?"
They made sure to speak quietly amongst each other, careful to not draw unnecessary attention to themselves.
"The luggages will come down that shoot," Hermione pointed at the square opening, which vomited out baggages after baggages. "I wish they'd be more careful with our belongings, though." She placed her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited. A few minutes passed before Hermione saw hers. A smile made its way across her lips as she fetched her case.
She chose to carry light, bringing only one luggage with her, but Draco, being someone who never traveled the muggle way, decided he was going to pack his entire closet and shove his clothes into three different large suitcases. The witch watched her partner as he lifted each one, grumbling on about how rude muggles were for not assisting him and if only he had a house elf to help him.
"Watch your words," she reminded as he yanked the last luggage from the carousel. "Are we all set here, princess?"
"Excuse me, I do believe that's Master Malfoy to you," he grinned as he continued to wheel his belongings, "or did you forget our rules?" When she ignored him, he huffed, pouting a tad. "How far are we going? These damned things are awfully heavy."
"No one told you to bring your entire wardrobe with you!" She glanced over her shoulders. "I can't imagine you have much to wear -twenty black pairs of slacks?"
"They're different shades of black, mind you!"
Hermione laughed as he confirmed her suspicions. "You realized we can use other methods of fetching our clothes once we get to our hotel, right?" She pointed at her case, and then whispered to Draco when no one was around. "Unspeakable Malfoy, don't tell me you didn't think to charm your luggage."
A scowl drew across his lips as she mocked him. Hermione always knew how to just...get under his skin. Of course, it didn't cross his mind to charm anything. He was too worked up about actually traveling into the muggle world to think about magic. It would be his first trip being surrounded by an entirety of non-magical folks, and as much as he wouldn't admit to it, the idea of not being able to use his abilities unnerved him. Without letting his partner in on it, Draco even went as far as buying muggle books (of course, his elves did it for him) and attempted to learn more about the mysterious world. Oh, if Hermione ever found out -let's just say, he would never hear the end of it. The damned witch loved too much to show off how big her brain was.
The brunette made way towards a few clerks standing behind a counter, in front of large, gaudy signs which all read 'car rental' but in different formats and phrases. Draco, on the other hand, lagged behind, unsure of the muggle customs. Was he supposed to tag along? "Good morning. Hope you had a pleasant flight -how may I assist you today?" A lanky woman forced a smile across her lips as Hermione approached.
"Hello," the brunette returned the greeting. "I believe I have a sedan rental on hold -under the name Gadison."
Draco propped himself against the glass window, sitting on the sill as he watched the clerk and Hermione chat away. Unconsciously, he twisted at the sterling silver band on his ring finger; his fingernails picking at the engraved designs. The two Unspeakables were told to wear the garish accessory, by order of their boss, Cattermole. It wasn't anything like an engagement ring, but rather a jewelry which held magical powers -or rather, absorbed their powers. This way, Draco and Hermione were able to live amongst the muggles without their magic interfering, giving them away. It rested on his dominant hand, the one which wielded the wand, as if the ring was to detect any form of magic useage, it would shock the user, usually forcing them to drop their weapon.
Of course, they weren't forced to wear the item, though it was highly, highly suggested, especially with Draco, being as he didn't have much experience with containing his magical abilities. Hermione, on the other hand, was, naturally, better at controlling her powers since she used to visit the muggle world more often. Nowadays, she hardly left London.
The two of them made their way towards an outdoor parking lot which was filled with rows upon rows of different cars. Draco had seen a few in his days, especially while working at the Ministry, though, he'd never been in one. It would be quite the experience.
"Which one is ours?" he asked, impressed with the technology. Perhaps muggles weren't too shabby after all -not that he needed to tell Hermione. "Can I drive it?"
She glanced down, looking at the paper the clerk gave her. "I believe this one is it." Hermione pointed to a simple blue sedan as she noticed a brief disappointed expression wash across her partner's face -the car wasn't as cool looking at the Mustang sitting a few rows away. What was it with men and cars? "And no -you cannot drive. You've never driven a car before." She opened the back seat, setting her luggage in before prompting Draco to do the same.
"I'm sure it's not difficult," he muttered, dejected.
Ignoring his comment, she made her way towards the front of the car, opening the driver's door and slipped in. Confusion was written all over her face as her hand reached for the steering wheel, only to find it missing. "Oh!" She sighed, suddenly realizing Americans drove on the opposite site. "Confound it all." Hermione was seated in the passenger's side.
"So... can I drive?" He grinned, his hands on the wheel, turning it left and right as if it was some sort of video game.
They arrived at their three-star hotel, much to Draco's disappointment and disgust. The parking lot was cracked and uneven. Shady characters loitered the patio. The front desk even barred a one-way window where customers couldn't see who was on the other one. Their bedroom wasn't much better, much to the Pureblood's dismay -he was even more disappointed at the sight.
Their... room, if he dared call it that, had only one room with two tiny beds and a weird black screen, which oddly resembled the laptop Hermione carried, hooked onto the wall. A desk was bolted into the floor, next to the curtained window (at least there was privacy), and an odd foul odor floated about the room. His nose crinkled at the smell, unable to pinpoint exactly what it was. Something not healthy, that's for sure.
And well, technically, there was another room, but it led to the bathroom, where the filthy toilet and shower were situated next to each other. Ugh -nasty! How... How did that even work?
He turned to Hermione, slipping off his ring and setting it onto the nightstand, "The Ministry couldn't afford to get us a better hotel? How do people live in this kind of condition? It's... awful."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Spoiled man child would never understand what it was like for normal folks -where money actually mattered. "Do you think paranormal investigators would have the money to spend on a five-star hotel?" The thought of being just that irritated her to no end. She didn't understand just why they had to be paranormal investigators. If anything, being a Scotland Yard detective would have been more believable among the muggles, but no -they had to play a part of crazy people who actually believed in the Other World. Which, of course, they did, but still! Muggles only saw it was some sort of gimmick. Who was going to take them seriously? Hermione had a tough enough time as a child with muggles, looking at her as if she was out of her mind when she first learned of her magic. It was deja vu all over again.
While lost in her thoughts, Draco conjured a new bedsheet, carefully discarding the hotel's sheets onto the floor. "You know... We could just push the beds together, and it would be a giant sleepover." When the witch looked up, there was a giant smirk plastered across his lips.
"Is that all you ever think of?" Hermione muttered as she rolled her eyes once more. She copied him, taking off the ring, and conjured up new sheets. One could never be too careful of what actually lived on the bed. She shuddered, remembering a documentary about finding ungodly things on the mattresses of hotels. This establishment was probably no different.
Once her bed was made, she pulled out the same confidential document she'd looked through the other day. Hermione sped through the gruesome photos, pulling out their identity sheets. "Do you need this, Draco?" She gestured towards the folder as he walked over towards the black screen mounted against the wall.
He looked over and shook his head. "Nope, I know very well who we are, Helena." Sarcasm oozed out of his mouth, obviously disliking the identity given to him. Draco glanced back towards the blank screen, lifted a hand and poked it with his slender forefinger. A faint frown skirted across his lips as he poked it once more. Nothing happened. "Why doesn't this work?"
Once more, he poked it, and the screen flickered on. Sound emits from it, and a picture played -exactly like how Hermione's laptop worked. "Hey look!" Draco bounced just a tad, excited and glanced over towards his companion.
She smirked, a single brow arched, as she held onto a remote. "Not everything is touch screen."
A couple hours later, with Hermione in the actual driver's side of the car (and Draco staring out the window, pouting), the pair pulled into a cul-de-sac. Their eyes were focused on the house across from where they parked. Yellow tape ran across the perimeter with black texts repeating 'CAUTION!' throughout the entire strip. Just what was it with people and thinking caution! would keep prying eyes out of their business? If anything, they were just going to draw more attention.
"If you keep rolling their eyes, they're going to get stuck that way," he piped up as he shut the door, adjusting his white tie.
"I do believe it's, if you keep making that expression, your face is going to get stuck that way." Hermione straightened her attire as she pulled the key from its ignition. "I don't see how this outfit is professional in any way." She was dressed in a pencil skirt, a blazer, and a button up that revealed just a bit too much cleavage. But, of course, when asking her partner whether she looked proper or not, all he did was give her two thumbs up, suggesting she made use of her assets to give them more access to confidential information.
Outside the house were several police officers. Three of them stood at the edge of the walkway leading up to the front door of the two story abode. They chatted amongst each other quietly until they noticed the two newcomers approaching the residency, and one broke from the group, approaching them quickly. "Sorry, this area is restricted. No one is allowed on site." He huffed, puffing out his chest as if he could present himself as more authoritative in the presence of the two. Draco and Hermione stood above him.
"Actually," Hermione smiled as the policeman, "we're here on business. We received word of some...activities, and we're to investigate." From her purse, she pulled out a badge, which was inscripted with 'British Investigations of Paranormal Activities'.
The man took one look and burst out laughing, his bellows echoing through the quiet street. "Paranormal?" He wiped away a single tear from the corner of his eye. "You've got to be kidding me -there's no such thing as the paranormal, lady."
Draco scowled at the man, disliking his tone of voice towards Hermione. "Have you looked in the mirror? That ugly mug of yours is what's paranormal. Looks like you've been possessed by a bloody ghost, you are."
His laughter quickly died out as the blonde snapped, and the officer took offense. "What did you say?" He stepped forward, menacingly. His thick brows creating a deep crease between his eyes, and the frown on his face was all too big.
She, quickly, turned to Draco, staring at him with wide eyes as she simultaneously pinched his pale arm. Stop it, her expression read before turning back towards the man, and she flashed a smirk -something she picked up from spending way too much time with Draco. And in her most charming voice, she said, "I'm so sorry. My partner is just cranky because of the time lag. Boys. They just don't know when to keep their mouths shut." A giggle escaped her lips as she shrugged her left shoulder. The officer loosened his reins on the two. "Anyway -the British Investigations of Paranormal Activities, or B.I.P.A., as we like to call it, delve into the... odder cases, if you may. We-" Hermione gestured towards herself and Draco, "-figure out puzzles that stump our officers in blue, not finding what goes bump in the night."
The man, though, appreciating Hermione's calmer demeanor, didn't seem like he believed a lick of word she said. She was never the best actress, and her partner didn't help by wearing a nasty scowl on his face, staring daggers at the man blocking them from their destination.
"Here." The witch dug through her purse, and pulled out a warrant from the MACUSA -of course, under the guise of the FBI- stating Hermione and Draco had access to whatever they needed to figure out this conundrum. She handed it towards the officers who flipped through it, looking at all the signed document as if he knew what to look at -which he didn't.
For these guys, it was all about the mind game. Aside from wielding a gun and writing traffic tickets, they didn't have much power.
After a moment, the officer handed the paperwork back to the woman. "Everything seems to check out, but we've already got some other FBI agents working on this." He pointed, with his thumb, back towards the house. "They're in there right now, taking photos."
Hermione glanced towards Draco, unsure how to respond. Unspeakable Cattermole never informed them there would be others -at least, real FBI agents.
"Uh," the blonde started, brows furrowing for a moment, "we're additional support. They called us up a while back saying they needed more kits." He lifted the briefcase he pulled from the car, presumably filled with testing materials.
"-But why the Brits?"
Draco scowled once more. Were all muggles so damned nosy? What's this Brit thing? Were they too lazy to call them British? Actually -why did that even matter?
Sensing his animosity, Hermione quickly jumped in. "Right-" She slipped the warrant back into the portfolio. "We have some similar cases developing in Britain, and with this being ground zero, the higher ups believe we would be able to get ascertain some clues to help us in jump starting our issues back at home."
"Yea, we're just drones following orders." Draco drawled, goading.
Unable to come up with any other questions -not that it mattered much since they had the necessary paperwork to access the house -the officer allowed the pair to pass through the unnecessary yellow tape. The man scratched the back of his head, pondering the earlier conversation.
And, just as the cop had mentioned earlier, there were others in the house, taking photos and chatting amongst themselves quietly. A few of them even, carefully, held evidence in their hands, turning the object every which way. But, all conversations ceased when Hermione and Draco centered.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the Brits, finally showing up? Better late than never."
"Ya'll finally owning up to the mess ya'll made?"
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