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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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I'll pick you up
When this road gets too rough
I'll be your dog
And I'll be your dog
I'll be your light when you're stuck in this night
I'll be your dog
And I'll be your dog
"Dog" by The Strumbrellas
Dedicated to some Jamestoria.
Hermione Granger was prepared for most things in life. Preparation was always her key to winning any battle. But she wasn't prepared for a set of green eyes -not belonging to Harry - as she stepped out of the bathroom behind Draco. It wasn't Harry who flushed her with an embarrassed heat, nor was it he who made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
"So that's what you sound like when you're…" Diggle let his voice trail off, arms crossed over chest and a jealous smile written across his face.
"Thoroughly satisfied?" She quipped back, doing her best to counter the horrifying tumble her stomach took as it dropped to the floor. She could see Draco's hackled smirk play on his lips as he tucked an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek.
"Should I brew you a pepper-up potion, Diggle? You look a bit green," Draco taunted.
"I really don't think this is the time," Harry mumbled, out of his element. Hermione agreed with him. There were few things she wanted to discuss, and her sex life with the overly obsessive man who killed her husband in cold blood wasn't one of them. "We have bigger fish to fry."
"Right. The Gray Magic." Diggle lookedto Draco as if he were debating which way he wanted to flay him alive. Perhaps he was. "Potter wants to give us the plan. Think you two could stop fornicating as a way of stitching together your failed communications long enough to hear him out?"
When Theodore Jameson arrived back at the Auror Division, he was too distracted by his newest discovery with the investigation to notice that someone small, fast, and entirely too blond had latched onto his legs as he leaned against the wall next to the lift and sighed. That was, until Scorpius Malfoy stepped onto Theo's boots in order to be another inch higher next to Theodore.
"Scorpius!" he exclaimed, startled. "Where is your mother?"
"She maaaaad…" Scorpius grinned up at the Auror. "Gampa in trouble."
"Oh, Circe…"
Theodore pried the toddler off of his leg, tucked him under his arm, and carried him like lost luggage through the double doors leading into the Auror bullpen to find the entire office standing idly by, watching as Astoria Greengrass shot sparks of silver out of her fingertips while shouting, aggravated, at Lucius Malfoy.
"-on all that his whole and holy, I will curse you right here and now, Lucius! Take it back!"
Lucius smirked down at the haughty witch, leaning on his walking cane. "Miss Greengrass, do you dare threaten me in front of all these upstanding officers of the law?"
"I don't care how many Aurors are present!"
Narcissa Malfoy stood between the two, an arm extended out towards each of the near-duelers, a pursed expression on her lips. "Miss Greengrass. Calm yourself."
"Oh -go suck a toad, Narcissa!"
Theodore nearly wondered how one would go about sucking on a toad when he realized it was simply a form of expression. He approached Astoria, Scorpius in tow, and held up a hand of peace as she glared in his direction. "Astoria," he said cautiously, "Is everything alright?"
"I won't be in his presence a moment longer!" She shouted, more sparks spouting out of her finger as she pointed an accusing finger at the arrogant Malfoy. Scorpius ooh'd and aww'd at the 'pretties'. "I won't, Theo! I can't!"
"Alright." Theodore looked at the overwhelmed Narcissa Malfoy, exchanging unspoken words of understanding. He passed off Scorpius to Narcissa, who cradled the toddler in her arms, even as he protested that he wanted to watch 'Mummy make more pretties,' and carried him off in the direction of the water fountain. Theodore looked around to the many Aurors hiding behind their desks in the pen, but not one of them dared to speak up against the daunting witch (perhaps, some of them were even rooting for her to win). He supposed he would need to be the voice of reason. "Astoria… come with me." He offered out his hand, and, after swiping some tears from her cheeks, she set her hand in his and allowed him to lead her away from the center of the fight and to his corner office desk in the very back, near Auror Potter's. With the witch compromised, Auror Kingston was able to step in and escort Lucius to the opposite side of the room, though he did so with a sneer on his face, uncomfortable with the idea of accommodating to the former Death Eater.
With Astoria seated in his swivel chair, Theodore propped his hips against his desk and crossed his arms, adding an even expression to his nearly emotionless face. They remained there, quiet, for some time, until, finally, Astoria sighed and gave in, which is exactly what Theodore wanted her to do. He remembered his interrogation training; the best way to crack and egg was with patience.
"I don't know what came over me," she sighed, her hands shaking. She reached for a tissue from the box on Theodore's desk, dabbed her eyes, blew her nose, and sniffled. "I simply cannot fathom that a man like that raised a man like Draco."
Theodore, for the most part, was an extremely well-adjusted individual. He didn't get jealous easily, nor angry, and there were very few things that shook him. However, seeing Astoria Greengrass cry was one of them. "What did he say to you?"
"It wasn't what he said to me." She scowled. "It's what he said in front of Scorpius." Her hands shook as she reached for another tissue. "He said Draco's better off in Azkaban."
"How did you-?"
"After you left, Kingston informed the family." She narrowed her eyes. "Judging by your reaction, you disagree with his methods."
Theodore cleared his throat. "I meant to tell you myself, is all. Honestly, Astoria."
"Then why didn't you?"
"I had some matters to clear up."
"Matters that were more important than telling me the truth about my ex-husband's whereabouts?"
"Yes."
Astoria crossed her arms, "What were they?"
"Astoria, you know I cannot discuss these things with you," Theodore said as-a-matter-of-factly, but judging by her face, she didn't share the sentiment. "I am terribly sorry."
"Hmph." She looked elsewhere, to his organized quill collection, possibly admiring the attention to details he used when arranging them from shortest to longest. Or, maybe, she simply wished to keep her gaze off of him. As difficult as it was to admit, Theodore wasn't the best reader of faces. Give him a crime scene any day of the week, and he could read it like an open book. Faces. Expressions. These were foreign to him. "Your job truly does come before all else, doesn't it?"
"I swore an oath to the Ministry."
Astoria rolled her eyes. "Just another Auror for the chopping block."
"Astoria, I am truly sorry that Lucius Malfoy said such awful things about Auror Malfoy. And to say it in front of Scorpius is intolerable. If you'd like, I would have a word with-"
"Oh, don't bother, Theodore!" She shot up out of the chair and uncrossed her arms, looking him square in the eye. "I know we've only known each other for a short time, but… I thought…" She shook her head as if to rattle her brain for words. "I thought there was a deeper connection between us."
A flush formed over Theodore's cheeks, and that same heat from earlier this morning radiated off his skin like sunbeams. He shimmied his lean off the desk and stepped up to her, tilting his head. "I'm not sure what you'd like me to say. My job requirements are those of utmost secrecy on multiple occasions. That I do not share these details with you in no way implies I do not hold a candle for you, Miss Greengrass." It was more of a confession than Theodore had ever given, and he felt his eyebrows draw upwards in confusion at his candidness. Even curiouser, still, he reached down and grasped her hand in his, continuing, "I will have a word with Lucius on Auror Malfoy's behalf, and I will make it clear to him he is to keep silent unless required from the Ministry."
The corners of her lips turned upwards, and Astoria let out an airy laugh. "You are full of surprises, Auror Jameson."
Someone coughed next to the pair, startling them both. Theodore shot his eyes over in the direction of the sound, finding Auror Dean Thomas standing a few feet away, his bookbag curled under his arm and a smirk on his face. "Am I interrupting something?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'm off duty for the day, so I wanted to let you know when they release all of us, I'll watch over the Malfoys this evening. Harry wrote it in a few minutes ago."
The news couldn't have been more relieving to the overwhelmed Auror, and he nodded his head appreciatively. Auror Thomas gave a lopsided smile and side swept away, giving the two privacy. Theodore attempted his best smile, despite his apparent greenness on the action, and said, "See, Astoria? Silver linings to everything." He glanced down at their hands, clasped in one another's, when he noticed something peculiar. The veins around Astoria's covered wrists were purple where they peeked through the sleeve. Astoria's eyes followed his, and she jerked her hand away immediately, pulling the sleeve down further.
"Astoria?"
"It's nothing, Theodore." She smiled sweetly. "You're right. You should… talk to Lucius. I'm unsure how much use I could be without my level head."
Theodore lowered his voice. "Astoria, are you sick?"
"Of course not. Don't be preposterous." She patted his chest. "Do you think you might be able to find me some food? I'm famished."
Like Luna approaching a cupboard when she thought there might be a cornish pixie inside (though there usually wasn't), Dean strolled up to Narcissa Malfoy, set his briefcase down on the floor, and crossed his arms. "I'm gone for one day, and look how the division falls apart."
Narcissa pursed her lips, bobbing her grandson up and down on her knee. "Auror Thomas," she said crisply, "Now is not the time for jokes."
"Is it ever?" he asked, motioning to the empty spot on the bench next to her. "May I?"
"If you must."
Dean took his place next to her, smiling down at the younger version of Draco. "Allo, Scorp. Good afternoon?"
"Mummy make pretties!" Scorp shouted happily, hopping off his grandmother's knee. "You see, Unca Dean?"
"Missed it, I'm afraid." He turned his attentions to Narcissa. "Harry's assigned me back to you for the evening."
"As much as I loathe to admit it, I think it's for the best," she replied, folding her hands together on her lap. "My husband always seems to know just what to say to turn everyone against us."
"Draco picked up that particular set of skills from Lucius, I presume?"
"Unfortunately." She eyed her husband, who sat several benches away, watching the room as if he owned the entire Ministry of Magic. "He wasn't always this way. Lucius, I mean. He used to be a gentle soul."
Dean couldn't help it -he laughed. Narcissa sent him a withering glare, and he tried explaining between chuckles, "I'm sorry, Missus Malfoy. It's just a bit out of my grasp to imagine it."
"Draco has much of his father in him -more than I care to admit," she said quietly. "But it isn't the side you see, Auror Thomas. It's a side buried deep down, under layers of refined guilt gifted to him by his own father, Abraxas." Her fingers clenched, forming her hands into tiny, white knuckled balls. "To know my son rots in a prison cell right now because of his temper… it only makes me believe him more to be like Abraxas than Lucius."
"Maybe he isn't any of them," Dean offered, attempting to keep the peace. "Maybe Draco is just Draco. I know him and Hermione are going through some things… if he attacked Diggle, like the report states, there must have been a reason."
"To use the Cruciatus curse…"
"Your husband's done far worse and gotten out of it," he pointed out.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "War does terrible things to a man. This is a time of peace. That he would throw away all of his hard work over some petty reason..."
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but the sight of Auror Jameson coming up on Lucius Malfoy with a blazing speed in his stride made him forget himself. He stood from his spot, sensing an approaching storm, and walked over to the two just before Jameson began.
"Mister Malfoy, I would like a word with you."
Lucius didn't acknowledge his presence, so Jameson continued.
"I would advise you to hold your tongue around Scorpius in regards to his father." There was a pause. "Or at all, if we're being frank with each other."
That got the Malfoy's attention. Lucius's steely eyes drifted up at Jameson, and a foreboding smirk perched across his lips. "Do not speak to me as if we are equals."
A tinge of red flared across Jameson's cheeks. "You're correct on that subject. I dare say, for someone raised with such a cultural upbringing, you haven't shown a bit of class since stepping back into your family's life."
"Whoa, Theodore," Dean interjected, sensing the tensing magic in the air, "Let's all just settle down and-"
"That witch over there is not my family," Lucius sneered in reference to Astoria.
"But she is the mother to your grandchild. And as such you will treat her with the proper respect in her presence, or-"
"Or what, Auror Jameson?" The elder Malfoy smirked. "Will you attack a defenseless, dying man? What happened to those upstanding vows you took as an Auror?"
Theodore narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. "I am never one to threaten, Mister Malfoy. I find it beneath me. However, I cannot promise the same for Astoria's temperament the next time you see fit to lash out at her. I might find myself quite busy and unable to be a viable witness to your destruction." He straightened his back, smoothed out his blazer, and smiled warmly to Dean, who never realized, until that moment, just how daunting Theodore Jameson could actually be. "Auror Thomas, might I pick your brain for a moment? Some recent developments leave me baffled…"
"Er… yeah." Dean nodded, following Jameson away from the befuddled looking Malfoy.
"Right." Theodore crossed his arms when they were earshot from others. "May I see your wand, Auror Thomas?"
"Bit forward, don't you think? Haven't even asked me to dinner…" Dean quipped, taking out his wand from its holster to present. Auror Jameson didn't bat an eyelash at his joke, instead turning Dean's wand over in his hands, observing it for any imperfections. Seemingly satisfied, he handed the wand back.
"Good. You're you."
"Yeah? I'm me? What's all this about, Jameson?"
"Are you still dating Miss Lovegood at the Quibbler?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Do you think she could do some digging for us?"
"Digging? Into what?"
"Into Lindy Bolt."
"Auror Bolt? The late Auror Bolt?"
Theodore nodded.
"Er… yeah. I suppose. But why?"
He watched Jameson dig around in his pockets and produce a small, black box. Dean plucked it from his hands, opened it, and nearly vomited on sight.
"Ah, Merlin's ballsack! Why are you carrying around-"
"Shhh-"
"-a finger," Dean said, a bit quieter, "in a box?"
Jameson took the box back, shut it, and stowed it away back inside his pocket once more. "Because I'm quite sure this finger belongs to Bolt in order to control the golem that resides in the morgue downstairs."
Dean nearly choked on his own spit as he gasped and whispered, "She's alive? Does Harry know?"
"I've had the coroner write to him. But until I received orders back, I do not know who can be trusted in the department, aside from you and Kingston. We need to keep this between us, Dean. Understood?"
Dean nodded, producing his cell phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh. I'm texting Harry. Owls take way too long, you know." He held up the phone between them, showing the other Auror his message before clicking 'send'. "Right. What do you need on Bolt?"
Harry's cellphone vibrated in the center of the table, startling those in attendance gathered around it, Draco most of all. Hermione would have laughed, except that she noticed Greg Diggle staring coldly in her direction, which made the humor of it all fade out like a dimly lit candle. Things had been awkward since arriving out of the bathroom.
"So that's the plan," Harry said, ignoring his phone for the time being. "Everyone set? Any questions?"
"Yes. I have one," Draco spoke, a smirk set on his lips as he cast his eyes on Greg. "How badly do you want to slug me across the face right now?"
"Draco," Hermione scolded. Harry rolled his eyes.
"That'd be too good for you," Diggle replied, leaning forward.
"Remind me again why we're throwing in our chips with the asshat?"
"Because," Diggle grinned, "this asshat is the only way you're getting your hands on that oh-so-beautiful Gray. And we both know, without it, you'll come up short in some departments."
"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, for the love of house elves," Hermione sighed, pushing up out of her chair. "Let's get to work. We haven't much time, and if we wait for these two to stop comparing sizes, Draco will be dead by morning."
"Fine by me," Diggle smirked.
"Well, it's not fine by me!" Hermione shouted, startling the three men. "Now kindly shut your traps, tuck in your bits, and let's get to work!" She stormed off, towards the door. When she arrived there, she turned around on her heels, snapped her fingers, and shook the table. "Today!"
"She's frightening when she's angry," Draco muttered.
"But that's why we love her," said Harry, picking up the cell phone off the table. He read over his text, furrowed his brow, and muttered, "You've got to be kidding me."
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked around the table, over to Hermione, and then said, "Nothing. It can wait until after we're done." He looked shaken as he, too, stood from the table, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Right. Who's ready to steal back some Gray Magic?"
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