Description: When Harry is offered the job of Head Auror, he declines and takes a year off work before returning and moving sideways into the newly established Private Security division of Aurors. When his first assignment ends, it isn’t long before he’s given another assignment. Imagine his surprise when the client turns out to be none other than Draco Malfoy. Not one to back down from a challenge, Harry accepts the job but will he be able to stick it out? Only one thing is for sure: it won’t be easy.
Characters: No Archive Warnings ApplyDraco Malfoy/Harry PotterDraco Malfoy Harry Potter Original Male Character(s)25 Days of Harry and Draco Humor Auror Harry Potter Potioneer Draco Malfoy Forced Proximity Falling In Love Christmas
When Harry is offered the job of Head Auror, he declines and takes a year off work before returning and moving sideways into the newly established Private Security division of Aurors. When his first assignment ends, it isn’t long before he’s given another assignment. Imagine his surprise when the client turns out to be none other than Draco Malfoy. Not one to back down from a challenge, Harry accepts the job but will he be able to stick it out? Only one thing is for sure: it won’t be easy.
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¡°You wanted to see me, sir?¡±
Harry Potter stuck his head around the door of the Head Auror¡¯s office. It had almost been his office, but he¡¯d decided that he wasn¡¯t actually interested in being Head Auror. He¡¯d enjoyed being an Auror in the ten years since he¡¯d left Hogwarts, but he didn¡¯t feel that he wanted to be in charge of the whole department. Instead, he¡¯d taken a year off and gone away to have some time to himself. He¡¯d spent the year travelling and meeting people. His relationship with Ginny had fizzled out a couple of years after they¡¯d left school, with both of them realising that they wanted very different things. Since then, he¡¯d had fun exploring his sexuality, but hadn¡¯t had a relationship that lasted longer than a couple of weeks. He¡¯d found that a lot of people were more interested in the Harry Potter story than Harry Potter the person and he wanted nothing to do with anyone who saw him as an easy meal ticket.
Upon his return to work, the Minister for Magic had called him into his office and informed him of what positions were available to him. He could have gone back to his old job as a regular Auror, reporting to the Head Auror, or he could move sideways into a new division of private security, and though he would still report to the Head Auror, he would have more freedom as he wouldn¡¯t be based in the office if he was assigned to a client. Realising this was a good opportunity for him, he¡¯d taken the option of moving into the private security division.
That was two years ago. He¡¯d spent a year and a half assigned to a wealthy but very elderly witch who had been more than a bit paranoid that someone would break into her house, despite keeping her fortune in her vault at Gringotts. It had been an uneventful year and a half, mostly consisting of him accompanying the witch to social gatherings with her friends ¨C who had gushed over him every time ¨C or to the shops. Despite this mundane introduction to the division, he¡¯d still been slightly upset when she¡¯d passed away. As this had ended his assignment, he¡¯d returned to the main office where he¡¯d been for the last six months, assisting the Auror teams where necessary. Until the afternoon he was summoned to the Head Auror¡¯s office.
¡°Yes, Potter. Come in,¡± Head Auror Aidan Rubis said, looking up from the file he was reading. Closing the file, he rested his arms on the desk, hands clasped together, as he waited for Harry to sit down.
Harry stepped through the door, closing it behind him, and moved to sit down in the free chair.
¡°We have another assignment for you. It is potentially a much more long-lasting assignment than your last one, the client is around your age,¡± Rubis began.
Harry couldn¡¯t help but notice the way Rubis¡¯ knuckles had turned white, giving away how tightly he had his hands clasped. He frowned. ¡°My age? What would a wizard my age need with private security?¡±
¡°He¡¯s a very wealthy wizard,¡± Rubis replied with a shrug. ¡°But you know it¡¯s none of our concern as to why a client might require private security. It is our job to provide it where we can.¡±
¡°Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry,¡± Harry replied, shaking his head. ¡°Is there any more information about the assignment?¡±
¡°Yes. You would be required to live on-site with the client, to provide around the clock security, would that be a problem?¡±
Harry shook his head. ¡°No, not at all.¡± If he was honest, it might even be preferable to staying in his own house, considering he still hadn¡¯t managed to get Grimmauld Place redecorated fully. He lived between one bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen most of the time.
¡°Good. Alright, well, the client has requested someone as soon as possible, so I¡¯ll give you some time to go home and collect some clothes, then you can come back and we¡¯ll arrange a Portkey to take you to the client¡¯s home,¡± Rubis said, opening the file once more. ¡°I¡¯ll send word that you¡¯ll be there within the hour.¡±
¡°Wait, don¡¯t I get to know who the client is?¡±
Rubis shook his head. ¡°No. The client requested that their identity be kept secret until the assigned Auror arrives at their property.¡±
Harry frowned. ¡°Isn¡¯t that a bit risky?¡±
¡°No, I know who the client is,¡± Rubis said, shaking his head again. ¡°And I know you¡¯ll be the best man for the job, so I have to ask that you trust me. If you get there and it¡¯s going to be unworkable, just let me know and I¡¯ll arrange for someone else to take the job.¡±
Harry sighed. ¡°Alright. I trust you. I¡¯ll go and get a bag together and be back in half an hour.¡±
¡°Thank you, Potter. I knew you wouldn¡¯t let me down.¡±
Harry snorted as he stood up. ¡°I¡¯ll see you in half an hour.¡±
Just over thirty minutes later, Harry found himself looking up at a set of huge, wrought iron gates that were covered in snow. There were twin snow-covered wreaths on the gates, complete with red ribbons. He frowned. There was something familiar about these gates, but he couldn¡¯t put his finger on what it was. Shrugging, he looked around to see if there was a way to let the occupant of the property know he was here.
He finally spotted what looked like a bell on the gatepost, but before he could reach out to press it, one of the gates swung open. Blinking, Harry stepped forward uncertainly. He wasn¡¯t sure if he was expected to just walk in and knock on the door or if someone was going to meet him.
He walked slowly, just in case someone was going to run out and stop him. With his hand on his wand ¨C just in case ¨C Harry continued up the path until he reached the door. Looking around once more, he shrugged and turned back to the door. He raised his hand to take hold of the door knocker, but he paused with his hand millimetres away from it. What if it was cursed? This was a big place, owned by someone who wanted private security, so it stood to reason that it could be cursed. Dropping his hand once more, he took out his wand and cast a quick Revelio. The spell revealed nothing untoward, so Harry pocketed his wand and took hold of the knocker, using it to rap three times on the door. Then he stepped back slightly to wait.
Five minutes later, while Harry was gazing around him, still trying to place where he knew the gates from, the door swung open.
¡°You have to be kidding me.¡±
Harry¡¯s eyes widened on recognition of the voice, and he turned slowly to face the door. In front of him stood none other than Draco Malfoy. He¡¯d seen Malfoy around but hadn¡¯t spoken to him for years. In fact, he hadn¡¯t even thought about him, which was in stark contrast to their schooldays. Then, realising that he was staring, he shook himself slightly. ¡°Malfoy?¡±
¡°I ask for private security and you¡¯re who they send?¡± Malfoy asked, ignoring Harry¡¯s question. ¡°I didn¡¯t realise you were back in the country.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve been back for two years. Didn¡¯t realise you were keeping tabs on me,¡± Harry replied, bristling.
¡°I wasn¡¯t,¡± Malfoy said with a sniff. ¡°But it was hard to miss when the Prophet still runs stories on you almost every day.¡±
¡°Oh. Well, that¡¯s fair enough, I suppose. Are you going to let me in, or are we doing this out here?¡± Harry asked, gesturing around him.
¡°I never conduct business on the doorstep. Come in.¡± Malfoy stepped back, making a sweeping motion with his arm.
Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes and stepped inside the cavernous hallway. As he looked around, he heard the door close behind him.