Drarry One Shots

Bloody Malfoy!

Draco joins Harry in the Auror office. After fifteen months of working with his new partner and keeping him at an arms-length, Harry finds out that Draco's life at Malfoy Manor is unexpectantly different to how he imagined.

Contains swearing! Angst and tension and fluff. No smut!

WARNING: This story contains homophobic language by one character, if this makes you feel uncomfortable, please don't read.

I hope you enjoy. Xx

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'Bloody Malfoy! I'm going to kill him!' I mutter under my breath, as I knock on Gawain Robards' door and push it open. He was supposed to be in half an hour ago and his tardiness is unforgiveable considering that the two of us are supposed to be having our Friday morning de-briefing with our boss.

'Where's your elusive partner, I suppose the queer bastard thinks he's too good to join us?' Robards asks.

Robards is a shit to work for at the best of times but he really has it in for Malfoy. I suspect that the man has had his arm twisted to take him into the Auror department; as a sign of the Wizarding World moving forward and forgiveness and all that. I would like to say that I didn't really care one way or the other but that just wouldn't be telling the truth. My first issue when Malfoy joined us just over a year ago was that Ron was moved out of my office and Draco became my new partner. The second issue is that it is daily torture working with the man and not in the way I would have expected judging from our relationship at school; however, I'm just about managing to keep the hopeless crush I've developed on the blond man hidden under a mask of detachment. The third issue is we are both poster boys for the Ministry, in our own way, and I hate it. We both even had to give an excruciating joint interview for this year's Witch Weekly Christmas supplement; they tarted us up and photographed us to Mars and back as 'the Wizarding World's most eligible bachelors', then they tried to probe every bit of gossip out of us. Malfoy handled it well in comparison to my awkward stumbling through their questions about my love life until I eventually clamped my mouth shut and refused to answer any more questions. As I sulked in silent fury, he smirked in a wickedly attractive way that sent the wrong messages to my groin, and then told the shocked interviewer (and me, for that matter) that he's a gay singleton, so no there's no 'special lady' in his life, apart from his mother, of course. That only served to make my second issue worse.

Robards is openly homophobic. Merlin knows what he would think if I came out of the closet too, he'd probably spontaneously combust. But I don't have Malfoy's bravery when it comes to my sexuality; I've only just come to terms with it and have only told a few close friends after discreetly experimenting with occasional visits to a couple of gay bars in muggle London.

I look Robards straight in the eye and lie, 'I've asked him to follow up on a lead in the Gosforth case. I told him I'd de-brief you up on the Richardson case, then I'm going to join him.'

'It's a good thing you two have such a good success rate, otherwise I'd use this as an excuse to boot him out, the stuck-up little faggot.' He laughs and then has the audacity to wink at me as if we were sharing a conspiratorial joke.

I bristle but hold my tongue. Draco is good at his job, plus I'm not about to let the man I'm in love with get unfairly dismissed. I store up the bigotry as another piece of evidence against Robards, my hatred for him grows day-by-day. One day, one day soon, I am going to get him kicked out of the Ministry.'

By the time I get back to my office I am fuming with Robards, and not much better pleased with Draco for leaving me in the shit and having to lie to the man. But Draco still isn't yet in our office when I come out of the meeting and by the time he is two hours late for work, I am beginning to worry. In truth, it is very unlike him, though I seem to vaguely remember something like this in the previous Spring, but unusual all the same.