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Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by
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To
Protect and...Service
by The Coven

Author:
Miss Nikki

Beta:
2prettie

Author's
Note: Any mistakes in this are solely my own from changes that were
made after the beta edited. I'd originally named this Just and
Assignment, until I realized there was already a chapter with that
title. Well I hope you enjoy it.

Graballz:
For anyone who missed it, we wrote a fake chapter for April Fool's
Day and pranked everyone with it. If you would like to read that
chapter, email me graballz@gmail.com
and I will sent it to you, complete with the original author's notes
and everything.

Chapter
Six

Unplanned
Developments

Harry took the time to gather his wand from the desk and scribble a
short note to Dean confirming the meeting time and place. He shook
his head to clear it and pushed everything that had nothing to do
with the Minister to the back of his mind. This assignment was
turning out to be more then he'd bargained for and he just hoped he
made it out with mind, body and soul intact. The way things were
turning out so far he doubted that he'd have even just one left
untouched by the case or the blond.

Draco was already at
the Apparation point when he arrived. The blond had combed his hair
and donned his usual air of disdain. Harry had already pushed what
happened to the farthest region of his mind so the cold indifference
didn't bother him as it would under normal conditions. Without a word
he imagined the destination in his mind and was gone sure that the
blond had followed.

Odessa sat in the
sitting room looking no worse for wear. There were two Aurors outside
the main door standing guard. This was no ordinary attempt as the
stairs were shielded to prevent anyone from leaving or entering the
upstairs, while Kingsley had other Aurors combing the rest house.

Examining the Minister
closely he could see that there was a faint scratch on her right
cheek that had since stopped bleeding but the blood that stained her
hands were a tell-tale sing of a struggle. He heard the faint whisper
to his right and nodded in agreement. Who ever had made this attempt
wasn't after the Ministers life this time, they were after something
more.

After reading the small
scroll of parchment that the Head-Auror had handed him he passed it
to his partner. He played the information around in his head noting
the differences between this occurrence and the others. Nodding
toward the stairs he waited for the wards to drop enough for him and
his partner to step through. Walking through the hall they were able
to tell that the struggle had started here as it had abstained the
most damage. Turning he addressed the blond.

“You read the
note. Something isn't falling into place with this puzzle. While
written in muggle ink it's not the same handwriting as before.”

“I noticed that.
But that isn't the biggest difference.”

Harry nodded and turned
into the room that was marked with small splotches of blood. “Yea,
this one wasn't to gloat or threaten. It was a ransom. They want a
lot. More then I'd make in my life time as an Auror.”

“Yes, it would be
more then you'd ever see but not more then the Minister would have
access too.” Shaking his head Draco looked around the room.
“What I don't understand is why did they go about this the
muggle way? Wouldn't it have been easier to use magic?”

“Well it may have
been easier but it was safer not to leave behind no signature.”
Harry examined a small puddle of blood that pooled beside a love
seat. “There's one thing that I'm sure of.”

“That the blood
on the Minister's hands isn't hers.” Staring at one line of the
note that jumped out at them. 'His blood is on your hands.'

Nodding again, Harry
took the note from Draco and read it again. “It's her husbands
and they may just follow through on that threat to do away with him
if she doesn't cooperate.”

“Which means that
we have to step down.” Draco laughed. “Who ever imagined
that you'd need to go undercover to be undercover?”

~*~

Harry sat back at his
desk shifting through the wizarding photo's that were taken at the
scene. It'd been important to leave the Minister where she was and
set up protection, just in case another note came. They'd need
another one to know where and when to drop the galleons. The case had
taken an unexpected turn that piled more questions on top of no
answers. They'd spent the better part of the morning collecting
evidence, fat good that would do them. Everything had been
orchestrated down to the smallest detail and none of it had a drop of
magic aiding it.

There was no foreign
magical traces around or in the estate which lead them to believe the
attacker had been there at least once before. Everything that had
been used had been muggle in origin, there was no fresh magical
trails to pick up on or try to follow. He growled in frustration.
None of it made any sense. Whoever had planned this attack had used
muggle weapons to overpower the Minister and her husband, but how
when the pair had magic at their disposal? There had to be something
he was missing but it wasn't going to jump out at him.

Harry barely looked up
from the mess of his desk when he heard his door open. Though he did
make a mental note to get that knob fixed sometime soon. He barely
flinched when a parchment was slide in front of him. This one like
that last was written in muggle ink but it had also been written on
notebook paper. He read the note and compared it to the handwriting
on the other two notes. It didn't match either, this time it was as
if it was written in a hand that wasn't dominate. This trail was
leading them no where.

Finally he looked up at
the blond that stood on the other side of his desk. He'd made himself
comfortable and was reading through a stack of reports that the other
Aurors had prepared for them. The only had a limited amount of time
to pick out any clues from what they had in front of them before they
had to be back at the Minister's mansion to stake out the place. So
far the leads were sparse, more like nonexistent.

Harry had already
penned an apology to Dean canceling they're dinner. He kept the note
short with no real detail as to why he couldn't make it. The less
people who knew he was working a big case the better. Staring openly
at Draco across the desk he saw frustration and barely hidden hurt
in his face.

“Things didn't go
well with Nott?”

“His name is Theo
and it's none of your business.” Draco sat the papers he was
reading down on the desk and stood up to stretch taking the chance to
school his facial features better.

“Okay. I know
it's none of my business.” Harry leaned back in his chair
folding his hand over his taut stomach. “I was just asking as a
concerned friend.”

The blond snorted.
“Concerned? That I can believe. Friend? I find that a little
far fetched, even for you.” He turned his back and rubbed his
eyes. “Would you have called us friends in that sex club? Or
how about this morning when your prick was jammed down my throat?”

“That hurts,
Draco. I thought we were getting along pretty well.”

“You mean when we
aren't trying to get into each other's pants?Yes, I'd say we are
getting along superbly. I mean we only argue...let's see.” He
scratched his chin and feigned thinking. “Every time you open
your fat gob! But you're right, we aren't nearly as bad as we were at
Hogwarts.”

Closing his eyes Harry
concentrated on his breathing. “Your right Draco. You always
had a way with bluntly saying what you felt without regard to anyone
around you.” Opening his eyes he pinned the blond with a
pointed stare. “So, how do you plan on explaining all this to
Theo?” The name sounded almost mocking falling from his lips.

The slick sarcasm that
dripped from the name bought Draco out of his anger and he was able
to hear the foot steps storming away from the office. Turning back to
the dark-haired wizard he hissed with contempt. “This is all
your fault.” He disappeared from the office before Harry had a
chance to respond.

Shaking his head he
took deep breaths to rid himself of an anger he felt he had no right
to feel. They were just partners and things had gotten carried away.
Harry drove
back into his work and made preparations for the night ahead

~*~

Draco Apparated and
walked to the front door of the flat he shared with his lover. His
anger increased when the wards refused to let him in. He banged on
the door demanding to be let in but got no response. Closing his eyes
he calmed his nerves and tried a different tactic. Opening his eyes
he pulled his wand and used his training as an Auror to gain entry to
the flat.

Upon opening the door
he immediately had to duck the crystal vase that flew at him. Holding
his hands up in surrender he took small steps forward. He didn't want
to fight he wanted to explain his position and hopefully earn
forgiveness. He wasn't sure how long Theo had been standing outside
Potter's office but he did know that he'd probably heard something
that would most likely damage their relationship beyond repair.

Noticing too late, the
plate that was sail through the air toward his head the he had to
pull his wand shattering the plate to dust to avoid it. However he
wasn't quick enough to get the glass that followed and was struck in
the shoulder.

Grunting at the slight
pain he summoned the glass that was in his attackers hands before he
could release it. “Teddy, can we please just talk?”

“Don't you
'Teddy' me! I heard what you said. And I was stupid enough to believe
you when you told me it was just an assignment!” He turned and
headed toward the bedroom.

Draco was hot on his
heels. “It is just an assignment! Can you just sit down so we
can talk? Theo, plea-” his words were cut off when something
soft and cool hit his face as he rounded the corner into the bedroom.
Pulling it off he noticed it was a shirt, one of his shirts. Looking
up he saw that his boyfriend was pulling them off the hangers in the
closet and tossing them around the bedroom.

“It isn't just
and assignment! What kind of assignment has you in each other's
PANTS, Draco? Do you think I'm really that stupid?” Theo turned
to the trinkets that Draco kept on the nightstand and proceeded to
smash them. “You even went to a sex club with him! A SEX CLUB!”
Theo let out a sob and continued destroying everything the blond
owned that he could get his hands on.

“I hope you
enjoyed playing me the fool!”

“If you would
just listen to me. It's not what you think. All that was just the
assignment. Just the assignment. I come home to you every night!”

“Except tonight!”
He slid to the floor. “Except tonight. Isn't that what you told
me. You wouldn't be home tonight. The assignment was going to take
you all night.”

“We have a stake
out. I'm sorry but it's nothing.”

“I'm tired of
fighting, Draco. So tired.”

“I promise that
I'll be home tomorrow night and we can work this all out.”

Theo shook his head.
“No, we can't. What I heard didn't sound like anything any
Auror would have to do to keep his job. It sounded like pure,
unadulterated cheating.” He wiped the tears from his reddened
cheeks. “I want you and all your shit out of my flat now! And
don't come back!” Theo locked himself in the bathroom.

“Theo you can't
be serious. We can work this out!” Draco didn't receive a reply
but he couldn't let this get to him. Theo just had to think things
through and then he would come to his senses and forgive him. He
always did and this time wouldn't be any different. “Where
would I go anyway?”

Or so he hoped. Draco
was halfway out the bedroom, hoping that given time and space
everything would get better, when he heard the whispered response.
Potter.

~*~

He rubbed his deep blue
eyes and stared at the mansion that seemed to shine in the dark. It
was going to be a long night. Pushing his long brown hair out of his
face he rubbed the bruise that was forming on his shoulder as if
trying to massage the pain away. Out of the corner of his eyes he
caught the light glinting off of red hair and immediately knew HE was
there. The cause of all his misery and desire.

Casting a spell to
enhance his vision he was able to make out, in detail, the man he saw
walking toward the doors. He had red hair that was cropped short and
he wore dark robes that had seen better days. When the man turn
around to peer over his shoulder Draco was able to see that the man
had deep brown eyes set into a sun aged face. Though it looked
nothing like him and there was nothing linking him, he knew that it
was indeed HIM. Who else would it be lurking around the Minister's
mansion so late at night?

He held his position
waiting for something that was suspicious something that would lead
them closer to closing the case. Or at the very least give them solid
ground to start to make leeway. As it was the closest thing they had
to a suspect looked like the very man who lead their department.
Draco sighed, he didn't know why he had to be the man on the outside.
No, that wasn't true. He knew why he was out here and HE was inside.
While he was still considered one of the best Aurors, that was the
problem. He was not only one of two, he was second to no other than
'The-Boy-Savior', Harry Potter, while he still had to prove himself.
Even after all these years.

He watched as the man
made his way up to the door and inside the Mansion. As he sat in the
dark he contemplated ways to fix what was wrong in his life, not that
he'd admit as much out loud. It was a little past midnight when he
saw movement in the sky. Enhancing his vision once again he was able
to make out the outline of a plain barn owl. It looked to be carrying
a small package that seemed to be dripping blood.

Making his way out of
the foliage he approached the mansion to cut the bird off but was
bought up short when the same man he'd been watching earlier came
out. The owl let go of the package and it landed neatly in the
outstretched hand that awaited it before turning around. Draco
watched the him shoot of a spell that knocked the bird off course for
a bit and assumed it was a tracking spell. Most likely the bird
wouldn't be going back to whoever sent it but back to the post from
which it was hired. It was a long shot but it would give them
something to work with as opposed to the nothing they had now. He
glanced around to make sure that nothing else was around and that
they were th only two outside before making his way over.

“Malfoy,”
He whispered, giving a professional nod of courtesy. He moved to the
front door and into the small room he'd set up as an office away from
his office. Sitting the package on the desk he looked up to study the
brown-haired blue-eyed man in front of him.

Draco closed the door
behind him before answering with his own chilly greeting. “Potter.”
He raised his smooth brow inclining his head slightly. “So
what's in the package? Or should we let the Minister open it?”

“I think we will.
If you haven't noticed it's dripping blood?”

Draco looked down
realizing that he was correct in his earlier assumption. “Do
you think it's the husbands blood?”

Harry shrugged. “It'd
make the most sense but at this point in the game, I don't know. I've
never had a case quite like this one. It's confusing and doesn't make
a lot of sense. Why would they threaten the Minister's life
repeatedly and then go after her husband? Not to mention the notes,
they've been cryptic. It's almost as if they're trying to confuse
us.” Harry chuckled. “What am I saying. Of course they
want to confuse us. It keeps us off their trail.”

“Well, if you
can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullshit.”

Harry raised an eyebrow
and regarded the former blond with an amused air. “Where did
you hear that expression?”

Smirking, he raised his
own eyebrow. “A little birdie.”

“Hopefully not
the same little birdie that delivered this package.”

That sparked his memory
and he asked the question that he'd filed away. “Was that a
tracking spell you cast?”

“Yea, it'll
probably lead to nothing but it's worth a try anyway.”

Nodding in agreement he
stared at the package. “So what's the note say?”

Harry handed Draco the
note while he opened the small bloody parcel. “Uh, you may want
to take a look at this, Draco.”

“And you may want
to read this, Potter.”

They traded off each
growing more confused by the minute. After sitting in quiet thought
they both turned to the door, each heading to the Minister's study
where Kinsley and the Minister were stationed. Their minds swirled
with questions that when added together just added up to more
questions.

~*~

Odessa laid on the
chaise with a damp clothe draped over her forehead. The calming
drought that'd been administered seemed to be doing it's job and the
healing charm had her face look as if it'd never been scratched.
Kingsley sat behind a desk viewing copies of the same reports Harry
had gone over earlier.

As reluctant as he was
to draw the Minster out of her much need rest, he needed questions
answered that the other Aurors had neglected to ask her and she was
the only way for him to get them. He approached her slowly not
wanting to startle her. Kneeling before her he tapped her shoulder.
He sat with her waiting for her to find her way back to awareness
while Draco talked to Kingsley about their latest find.

Odessa recounted the
story from memory as best as she knew it including even the minor
details.

“I was on my way
to the study to get Andrew. We were supposed to be going out to a
game. I'd just entered the study when Andrew jumped up and pointed
behind me but before I could turn around...” She dropped her
head into her hands. “The noise was so loud. All I saw was a
flash, like a spark of fire. I was stunned for a moment.”
Odessa touched her cheek. “And something burned my cheek. I
felt the blood dripping down my face. But Andrew. His arm. He'd been
hurt. It was dripping blood.

“I was so
terrified. I could barely hear but Andrew looked as if he was ready
to attack. I was turning around just as something struck me on the
back of the head. I don't remember much after that but waking up with
blood on my hands and splattered around the room. He was gone when I
woke up and the entire upstairs was trashed.”

“There's nothing
else you remember? Did the attacker say anything? Did you feel your
wards waver?Anything?”

She shook her head but
stopped abruptly as if it hurt her to do so. “No, nothing.
Well, there was the note but you have that. Why are you asking me all
this right now?”

“Well I have one
more question to ask you.”

“Go ahead. I
don't know where you are going with this but I want you to get to the
bottom of all this.”

“Which do you
want more: you're job as Minister of Magic or your family?”

the Minister looked
bewildered for a moment. “Huh? Why?”

Draco brought the
bloody parcel over to her and showed her the note.

“Because,”
Draco begin. “It's your job or your family.”

Odessa read the note
that was in plain English before looking into the small box that
contained a severed finger.
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