Too Far Gone
Too Far Gone
Title: Too Far Gone
Warning: SLASH Harry x Draco m/m sex scenes yadda yadda yadda~
Author: Green-Eyed-Serpent
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harry and Draco belong to JK. Rowling! Too bad she made them god darn hets in her stories though. Heh.
Chapter One
Hot Chocolate
When Harry first received his job from the Ministry, he’d refused flat-out. He’d never declined any type of job from anyone before, yet he knew that he was weak with matters that were related to his personal life- something that he would never admit to other souls.
People closest to him guessed as much of course, and so refrained from sending him on jobs that had to do with research about his deceased god father, Sirius Black, or about his parents, James and Lily Potter, or about his former companion and rival, Cedric Diggory. But who was to know that his hatred for a certain archenemy of seven long years at Hogwarts Schof Wof Witchcraft and Wizardry would effect him so emotionally, that if given the chance, he would have gladly seen him die a very painful death.
So as Harry was one of the most trusted, hardworking, and successful Aurors at the Ministry, his boss had assigned him the job of spying and luring Draco Malfoy into the hands of the Ministry to be arrested. Malfoy was currently and had been for years, the most wanted ex-Death Eater on the long list of suspects. No one was really sure that he’d ever become a Death Eater, but from the history of his parents, and from the mysterious disappearance from the Magical World, everyone could only assume that when the Dark Lord had finally been vanquished by Harry, he, like all the other followers of the Dark, had fled and gone into hiding.
And now, five years later, the whereabouts of this missing Death Eater had finally been tracked, and the whole Ministry was wild with the news.
The problem here, wasn’t that Harry didn’t want to throw Malfoy into Azkaban; on the contrary, he wanted to do so very much. The whole concept seemed entirely inviting, except one one small, very impossible task that was to be included in the procedure.
And that one small, very impossible task was to befriend Draco Malfoy.
There was absolutely no way in all the heavens of the earth, that Harry could do that. Even if he managed to stifle his loathing emotions towards Malfoy, it’d only be temporary and eventually, there was no doubt that he’d end up hexing Malfoy into oblivion and completely ruin the whole project, not to mention get kicked out of the Ministry. And that was a shame he was certainly not about to face just because of a Malfoy.
But did he have a choice?
No.
When his boss had landed him this job, he’d tried to back out of it. He’d done everything he could, including begging, shouting, bribing, pouting, and even the silent tactic, but his boss had explained over and over to him that there were no other Aurors who were available to do the job since lately, there had been numerous raids and attacks among muggles (obviously the work of ex-Death Eaters).
So now, here he was, completely, utterly, and totally against his will, punching in the ‘Ground Floor’ button on the lift after receiving careful instructions as to how he was to go about the whole thing, and a thick packet of files under his arm containing some crucial information (medical, social, identity, etc.).
As he stepped rather moodily into the lift, he hesitated for a moment before peeking into the folder. After all, he needed to know as much as he could about the enemy in order to take the reins into his own hands.
But this is Draco fucking Malfoy we’re talking about. The aant ant jerk that wouldn’t care a shit about other people. And to think I have to befriend him? GAHHH. This is completely bonkers.
Completely bonkers was really an understatement, in Harry’s opinion. He knew that what he was about to attempt was in fact, without a doubt the most impossible thing he would ever unwillingly do in his life. So of course, if he failed the job, no one could blame him, could they?
With a heavy sigh, he let his eyes scan over the papers within.
The first page was Malfoy’s profile:
Name: Draconis Malfoy
Age: 22
Birthday: December 24th, 1980
Parents: (Both deceased) Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy (Black)
Height: Approximately 180 cm
Weight: Unknown/estimate 55-60 kgs
Eyes: Gray, light
Hair: Blonde, light
Address: Exact address unknown; area central Guildford
Last seen: Muggle cafe ‘Starbucks’ on Market Street
Other: none
Harry’s eyes widened slightly upon reading this.
Muggle cafe? What the hell is MALFOY doing in a muggle cafe???
“? I ? I believe this is your floor?”
“Huh?”
Harry looked up from the paper and jumped when he saw someone standing in the open entry of the lift, holding the heavy door open with a strained expression on his face.
“Oh thanks. Yeah, this is my floor.” he let out a slight laugh and hurried past the man without a backward glance.
Shoving the folder into his coat, he braced himself for the blast of cold air as he exited the Ministry building into the busy streets of Muggle London. There were people everywhere. Swarming the pavements like angry bees.
Holiday shopping. Harry thought grimly. I guess I won’t be doing any of that this year. Damn Malfoy for ruiningholiholidays. I’ll make sure he pays accordingly.
After pondering for a few seconds, he decided that he wanted to get to Guildford by the underground. He hadn’t been outsthe the Ministry building for a while and felt as if a good walk down memory lane might help to calm his aggravated spirits.
Enough magic for now. I need a break.
So with that, he began trudging through the snow toward the nearest station.
Harry winced as the frosty air nipped at his skin like needles. Wish I’d done the warming spell before coming out here. He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and buried his chin deeper into his green cashmere scarf that was wrapped snugly around his neck. It still smelled delicately of roses, very sweet roses.
He smiled sadly at the memorable scent. His girlfriend had given it to him nearly two weeks ago as an early Christmas present, not knowing that she’d soon have to move away back to America.
He could still remember the scene at her house when she’d broken the news to him over a dinner of pasta and fine wine.
Flashback...
“Mmmm.” Harry said, licking tomato sauce from his lips contentedly. “This is really good. I should cook for us more often, no?”
Amy looked up and smiled weakly.
“Yes, Harry. It’s delicious.”
Harry frowned. Something was wrong. Amy’s clear aquamarine eyes were pained and sad looking, and her voice was listless; completely the opposite of how she usually was.
“Amy- what’s wrong?” he asked softly, putting down his fork.
Amy sighed and buried her face in her hands.
“Oh Harry....” she said wearily. “My dad.... he’s- he’s been diagnosed with cancer, and mom says that he’ll probably only live for six more months at the longest.”
Harry’s heart clenched tightly. He reached across tabltable and placed his hand gently on her quivering shoulder.
“Amy...”
“I’m just so torn-” she said, biting back tears. “It’s so sudden and everything...”
Harry got up from his chair and went over beside Amy to embrace her comfortingly. She let out a sob at his touch and buried her nose in his chest. He laid his chin on her soft golden hair and closed his eyes.
“Harry-” she spoke up again after a few minutes of letting her tears flow freely. She pulled away and looked at Harry sadly. Harry, despite his hammering heart, gazed firmly back into her eyes. He knew what was coming next...
“Go.”
She halted, her mouth open midway, on the verge of saying something.
“Go.” he repeated, lifting her sweet chin with his thumb. “Your father needs you. You should go back to America.”
She stared at him, surprised. And then slowly, she smiled.
“Are you sure?” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears again. Except this time, Harry was sure that they were tears of gratefulness.
“I’m sure. You know that no matter where you are, I’ll love you all the same.”
Amy leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his lips.
“I’ll miss you Harry. I’ll miss you so much. I don’t know how I’ll live without you by my side everyday.”
“I’ll miss you too Amy.” Harry replied throatily. He kissed her back and then wrapped his arms more tightly around her waist. He held back his own tears, for his crying would only make the situation more difficult for the both of them.
“I’ll write to you, okay?”
“I’d love that.”
End Flashback
Now he was alone in his life, his girlfriend halfway around the world and theidayidays just around the corner. And to top thee ofe off with frosting, he had to somehow get Malfoy to trust him enough so that Harry could get him to confess and then arrest him.
Yippee. A dull voice said inside his head. You’ve sure got yourself into a nice mess.
He was so wrapped up in his misery that he didn’t even realize the fact that he’d unconsciously bought his ticket, boarded the underground and got off at the right stop. How he’d managed to do that was beyond his knowledge.
With a shrug, he dragged his feet back up the stairs and was once more blinking blindly at the bright white scenery spread out across the town above the ground.
Guildford seemed to be somewhat less noisy than London, although there were just as many people. There were certainly more cars if anything.
Now all he had to do was find the Starbucks on Market Street that Draco Malfoy had been sighted in. It was stupid reallhat hat were the chances of the possibility that Malfoy had simply stopped by this particular coffee shop for a quick thirst-quencher, and not because he went there everyday? He might not even live anywhere near Market Street for that matter.
A part of Harry hoped that this was so, for then, he could go back to the Ministry empty handed without feeling as if he’d failed. Perhaps if he turned around now and did exactly that....
Stop it.This is work, and you’re goto Ato AT LEAST take a whack at it before giving the hell up.
Kicking himself inwardly, he stopped walking and glanced up at the street sign at the corner.
Squinting his eyes, he distinctly made out the words; High st.
Where the hell is ‘High Street’?
“Excuse me, ma’am?” he said politely to a passing woman, wearing a thick fur coat and gruesomely red lipstick. “Could youl mel me how to get to Market Street?”
The woman clucked irritably and huffed.
“Turn right, here, then go straight until you come to the light- go left two blocks and you’ll find Market Street.”
Harry smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Hmph.”
Harry tried not to glare as he went on down the street. Fortunately, the woman’s directions were accurate enough that ten minutes later, he found himself facing a cozy looking street with lots of gift shops and bookstores lining the long sidewalks. It seemed as if most of the people shopping here were either doing Christmas shopping or lunching with friends and dates.
Feet and hands, feeling rather numb, he hurried along through the steady flow of shoppers to find the right coffee shop. Not just because he wanted to see if Draco Malfoy was there, but because he thought that a good cup of hot hot hot chocolate might warm him up enough to stop shivering.
He must have passed nearly ten stores when he finally found the familiar green logo hanging offa pra protruding metal post high in the air.
Stomach doing a few nervous flips, he took a deep breath and pushed open the glass door.
A soft bell tinged as he did so and the fresh aroma of ground Colombian coffee beans and spicy cinnamon wafted into his nose and for a second, he forgot all about why he was there in the first place. The warmth of the cafe quickly seeped into his outer layers and a sigh of relief escaped his cold and flushed lips.
He strode up to the coffee counter and shot a smile at the man standing behind it.
“What can I get for you sir?” the man inquired cheerfully, picking his pen out from behind his ear.
“A tall hot chocolate without the cream.” Harry said.
“Will that be all?”
“Yes.”
The man turned around and unstuck a paper cup from a tall stack and scribbled something onto it.
“Tall hot chocolate with no cream!” he called out to one of his fellow workers while passing the cup.
“One tall hot chocolate, no cream!” the other replied with a flourish.
“That’ll be 1.60£.”
Harry paid and waited for his drink to be made. Deciding to use the time on his hands wisely, he casually picked up a discarded newspaper from a nearby table and leaned against the wall, acting as if he was deeply immersed in it’s pages. He let his eyes graze over the top of the paper carefully, studying each of the shop’s occu’s faces, searching for a mop of flaxen hair or a pair of familiar silver eyes.
“Hot chocolate, no whippedam!&am!”
Clutching the paper awkwardly in one hand, he quickly snatched up the piping drink and retreated to a table in the far corner to continue his search.
At the moment, there seemed to be absolutely nobody that could be Draco Malfoy. Unless the man was an expert at disguises. The place seemed to be mostly woman anyways. Relaxing a bit, he settled deeper into the soft chair and made himself comfortable. He was sure that he would have to sit there for quite a long time.
He must have been there for nearly thirty minutes when all of the sudden someone walked very closely across his vision and plopped down into the empty seat next to him. Startled from his slightly dozing-off state, he sat up and looked across his shoulder to find the guy who’d taken his order, looking back at him with a rather wide smile on his deeply chiseled features.
“Er-” Harry tried to look pleasantly surprised.
“Hi-” the man extended his hand. “I’m Ethan.”
Harry took the offered hand and shook it briefly.
“I’m- Ha.... Uh- ry-”
Crap- gotta use a different name...
“What was it? I didn’t quite catch it, sorry.&; Et; Ethan apologized.
Name, name, name! Any name! Any name but Harry-
“He..a....th?” he tried, stringrandrandom vowels together.
Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Heath?”
Harry nearly chuckled out loud.
“Sure. Yeah. I’m Heath. Nice to meet you.”
ry nry nice to meet you.” Ethan grinned. “Cool name by the way. It’s very dashing.”
Harry’s mouth twitched.
“Thanks. Like your name too.” Harry shifted on his seat to face Ethan properly. “I have a question.”
Ethan looked as if he had been about to say something too, but quickly shut it upon Harry’s request.
“Sure, anything.”
“How long have you worked here?”
An amused glint flickered across Ethan’s eyes.
“I’d say quite long.”
“Long enough to know your regulars?”
Ethan paused, looking slightly confused.
“I... guess so. Why?”
Harry pressed on. “Could you tell me if-” he looked around and lowered his voice. “-you’ve seen a blonde bloke- sort of thin framed, gray eyes- rather attractive one could say- has he been by here at all within the past month or so?”
“Blonde bloke, gray eyes, and attractive you say?” Ethan frowned. “There’s a few that would meet that description I’m sure.”
Duh, Harry. Harry groaned silently. It’s not like blonde is a very unusual color.
“Does he have a name?”
“Well...” Like he’d go by the name Draco, right? But maybe... “His name could start with a ‘D’?”
“Like, Drake?”
Harry did a double take. He froze.
“What did you say?” he asked sharply.
“Drake. Comes here almost everyday. A friend of mine actually.”
Drake. Draco. Drake. Draco. Drake. Draco-
“What time does he come here about?”
Ethan snapped his arm out and uncovered his wristwatch from beneath his sleeve.
“Around one or two probably, he’ll be here soon.” Ethan shifted his gaze to Harry and he nodded knowingly. “Oh, I see.”
“What do you see?” Harry stammered, bewildered.
“Are you interested in Drake?”
“Wh-what??” he accidentally cried out much too loudly. Nearby customers shot him annoyed glares. “Excuse me?” he said again, this time controlling the volume of his voice.
“Are you going to ask me for his phone number?”
“Uh-” Hey, that wouldn’t be too bad, would it? I might be able to track his address...
“If you are, then I’ll have to say, I can’t do that.”
Harry blinked. This was going way to fast for his liking. He had no idea what was going on now.
“How come?” he questioned.
“Drake’s currently seeing someone else.” Ethan replied simply. “But if you’d be interested in going for lunch or something with me.... that would be another story.” he winked at Harry and Harry couldn’t help but blush with embarrassment and confusion.
Frig. What have I gotten myself into?
“Actually...” he was about to politely decline when the doorbell’s clang echoed vaguely in the background and a voice- a very familiar, drawling voice- reached his ears. A feeling of hate heated inside Harry’s chest even before he physically saw the owner of the voice.
“Ethan! You’re off early today-” the voice stopped speaking as Harry stood up silently.
Setting a look of forced friendliness on his face, Harry turned around and smiled.
“Hi Drake.”
TBC....
A/N
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