10-4

Chapter Six

"Public disturbances. 10-76, Malfoy?"

"What's the deets, Reynolds?"

"Gah, stop saying that! What kind of Gen-Z kids have you been around?" Draco couldn't help but snicker. "Anyways, there's apparently been a fight between two men- well, really one man attacking the other. From what I can tell, any damage sustained on the attacker was out of purely self defense."

Draco scowled to himself. Of course. "Any details on the victims?"

"Attacker is a man named Cameron. Victim is Lincoln."

"Alright, thanks. I'll be there in fifteen."

-

An hour later, Cameron and Lincoln were both in the back of Reynold's cruiser for possession of drugs, assault, public disturbance and suspicion of domestic abuse- and the entire time, all Draco could think about was Harry's conversation with his supposed boyfriend Ryan. Draco had seen enough domestic abuse cases to know what the warning signs were. Overprotective, quick to make accusations and assumptions, controlling... 

Draco sighed, dragging his hands over his face. He hadn't stopped thinking of Harry- specifically his conversation with Ryan- ever since he'd seen him at Ron and Hermione's. His old obsession kept resurfacing, no matter how forcefully he shoved it down. 

He called Hermione just before his shift, requesting Harry's address and phone number. She'd given it over without reluctance, and once his shift was over, he changed into loose-fitting blue jeans and a button-up and apparated there. 

It was a nice house. Quaint, but nice. 

He knocked on the door. Some muttering and stomping, before the door was yanked open. A moderately tall man with sandy blond hair stood there, lanky but muscular. He took one glance at Draco and frowned. "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Harry's. I was told this is where he lives? We went to school together."

"Okay... and?"

"... I was hoping to see him."

The man- whom Draco presumed to be Ryan, frowned again before turning into the house. "Harry! You've got a visitor!"

The sound of more footsteps followed, until Draco was face-to-face with a confused looking Harry. Ryan hovered by the door. 

"How did you find me?" Was the first thing Harry said.

"Hermione."

"Why?"

"Because-" He shot a glance at Ryan, frowning at the mans stubborn presence. "I feel like we should talk."

"About what?"

Draco was a police officer. He'd gone undercover before, and he was very capable of lying. "Hermione's birthday. I'd like to plan something, but I don't quite know her well enough. I know it's not for a while, but I'd like to be prepared."

Harry looked skeptical, but nodded. "Alright, then. Uh... Come in."

The house was nice- cluttered, but nothing that Draco could judge. 

What Draco could judge, however, was the slew of broken items. Well, they weren't broken anymore, but rather hastily reparo'd to a point where it was obvious they were cast by an unskilled wizard. Ryan, Draco guessed. 

The coffee table, several vases, the glass of picture frames, old tears in the couch and chairs... Draco didn't want to think about what could have possibly broken all of these things. He recalled Harry having magic outbreaks during school- Draco would say something too far or Harry would get pissed and in result, things typically broke. Windows, desks, chairs, walls- anything around him. By eighth year, however, they'd died down- whether it was because of Harry gaining control of his magic or Draco simply not talking to Harry, he wasn't sure.