𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇/𝐃/𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄 2008

The Rabbit and the God

Title: The Rabbit and the God
Author/Artist: who_la_hoop
Pairing/Threesome: Harry/Draco
Rating: Mild R
Warnings: Swearing, EWE
Word count: ~19K
Summary: When Draco Malfoy goes missing, in the most peculiar of ways, frustrated Auror-in-training Harry Potter goes on a search for his absentee enemy that leads him to Muggle Japan – and to a mystery that will take more than magic to solve.

The day Draco Malfoy disappeared was notable only for the fact that no-one noticed. They couldn't. They no longer remembered that he ever existed.

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Several months later

"...and then," Harry said, wrinkling his nose and holding out his glass for a refill of whisky, "he said that, if I put some hard work into the filing, I might be able to go out on an assignment in one or two months." He knocked back the contents of the glass in one swallow. "One or two months! I've been working in the Auror department for nearly a year now. I mean for fuck's sake. I defeated Voldemort and now I'm not even allowed to go out on a routine patrol."

Hermione's lips were pursed and she swirled the dregs of her red wine around in the bottom of her glass. "Aren't you being a bit unfair," she started. "After all—"

"No, I'm not!" Harry all but yelled, then took a deep breath and tried to keep calm. It wasn't Hermione's fault, after all, so there was no excuse for yelling at her. "I'm just so bored. I keep getting all the paperwork muddled and then I have to do it all again. I'm no good at it – I want to be out there, helping, not stuck inside getting a headache over whether a case of misuse of a foe-glass should go under Mirrors or Dark Detectors or any other of a million different categories." He picked up the bottle of Old Ogden's and poured himself a large measure. "Oh," he said, "and then, you'll never guess what." Hermione opened her mouth but he didn't give her a chance to guess, just steamed ahead. "I asked if they'd come to any decision regarding Malfoy's house arrest, and Kingsley had the nerve to pretend he'd never heard of Malfoy." He took a vicious sip of his drink. "I mean, what's that all about?"

"Lucius?" Ron asked. "He's got house arrest for the next five years, hasn't he?"

Harry turned to Ron. He was sprawled out on the couch, nursing a can of beer in one hand, his brow wrinkled. "No, I meant Draco," Harry replied. "They've only got him on house arrest until they decide what to do with him."

Ron's brow creased further. "Dra—?"

"Yes, Draco Malfoy," Harry said slowly, as if Ron were an idiot. "Want me to spell it out?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "No idea who you're talking about, mate," he said with a shrug. "Stupid name though. Is he a distant relative of Lucius Malfoy?"

Harry refrained from throwing his whisky glass at Ron's head. It had been a long – long and boring – day and all he wanted was a bit of sympathy from his friends, not a piss take. "Give it a rest," he said, slamming his glass down hard on the coffee table. It made an ominous crack and he grabbed his wand, muttering Reparo at it. "I'm not in the mood."

"Seriously, mate," Ron said, shifting on the couch until he was sitting more upright. He ran a hand through his hair and frowned. "I've got no idea who you're talking about."

Harry turned to Hermione. She'd got up and was standing by the bookshelf of their shared flat, running one finger over the spines of the books and mumbling to herself. "Hermione, help me out here?" he asked. "Tell me you remember Draco. I wish I couldn't, but sadly no such luck."

Hermione pulled a book out and sat down to next to Ron. "I think we might have a problem," she said, opening up the book and scanning the contents page.