Don't Move (dm.hp)

T W O

Once again, Draco had forgotten about his check in, this time with the mysterious new officer. It was hard to keep track of the days without any means to, no phone and no calendars as his mother had found them tacky. He was just about to settle down and reread a collection of Ernest Hemingway's short stories when he was startled by a loud knock on the door. Draco cursed under his breath, suddenly feeling self conscious. First impressions were everything. He hadn't bothered to put himself together today, wearing a sweatshirt and some shorts that may have been just a little too short and a little too tight, but he liked them that way. His hair was longer than it had ever been, and he desperately tried to push it up and out of his eyes as he scrambled into the entrance hall. Another loud knock resonated through the house.

"Draco Malfoy, open up!" A deep voice shouted through the door.

Draco swung the door open, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't seem to find the words. This man could not have been any more different from Marty. He was tall, only a few inches shorter than Draco. His dark hair was messy in a way that somehow worked perfectly, curls fluttering in the gentle wind. His skin was golden, a sharp contrast to Draco's alabaster complexion. The man's eyes were of the brightest green colour, unlike anything Draco had seen before. His lips were full, a naturally deep pink, and Draco wondered what it would be like to-

"Malfoy. What were you doing?" The man demanded.

"I was um, reading."

"Reading? Hmph." The officer brushed past Draco through the open door. He opened closet doors as he made his way into the main part of the Manor, shining a flashlight into each one. Draco nervously followed, keeping his distance. Once in the kitchen, the raven haired man pulled out a clipboard from seemingly nowhere and slapped it down onto the marble countertop.

"I was looking through Officer Peterson's reports and it looks like he had no trouble with you, but I also believe he may not have taken these visits seriously enough." He pulled a pen from the pocket in his vest and began scribbling down notes. Draco peeked at his name patch.

"I think Marty took things plenty serious, Officer Potter."

"That's what I'm talking about. He's shouldn't be Marty to you, Malfoy. Rest assured, you and I will not be on a first name basis." Potter scoffed. "Now, I need to do what I'm sure is the first thorough search of the premises." He clicked his flashlight on once again and began inspecting every inch of the main floor. He stopped for a moment at the piano, and swiped his finger across it. He pursed his lips at the sight of the dust.

"You don't clean much." He stated. Draco felt himself flush.

"It's um, well I'm not used to-"

"I don't care." Potter cut him off. After he was satisfied with the first floor, he took confident strides up the grand staircase. Draco followed, huffing and puffing just a tiny bit. It was as if Potter had been here before, the way he cleverly navigated himself through the Manor. He left no corner of the house untouched. Eventually, they found themselves in Draco's room. It was a lovely space, the size of most people's kitchen and living room put together. In the centre of the wall opposite the door a king bed stood, adorned with cloud like ivory bedding. There was an ornate marble fireplace with two forest green armchairs in front of it. Draco had a desk in front of one of the large windows overlooking the sprawling lawn, and it was currently cluttered with books and empty tea mugs.

Potter took the liberty of checking under both the mattress and the bed, up the fireplace, under the chairs and emptying the desk drawers of their contents. He threw the doors of Draco's walk in closet wide open, pushing through clothes and other sentimental knickknacks that Draco kept in there. Draco sat on his bed and rolled his eyes. This guy really thought he was going to find something. As if Draco would be stupid enough to step a toe out of line. He felt he was being punished enough as it was, thank you very much.

The search took up the better part of two hours. Draco was exhausted by the end of it, but Potter hadn't broken a sweat. He was still as cool and collected as he had been when he first arrived. They returned to the kitchen where Potter set the notepad in front of him once again.

"Alright. So." Potter cleared his throat. "Everything seems satisfactory. You've obviously been doing nothing besides wallowing around in self pity."

Draco hated the way Potter sneered at him, as if he was less of a person than the officer. However, he stayed quiet, not wanting to give Potter any more reason to disrespect him.

"Now, I need you to sign off on this, just stating that the place was searched today and that you were present for it." Potter handed him a form and a pen. Draco signed his elegant signature, something he had always been very pleased with.

"Officer Potter, sir. I was wondering if there would be time today for you to escort me to Whole Foods? I'm running low on the essentials." Draco's tone was very soft and timid. He was truly intimidated, which was unusual for the heir of Lucius Malfoy, one of the most notorious criminals in North America.

"Not today, I've got a tight schedule. I can come by tomorrow morning." Potter replied shortly.

"Okay, thank you."

"8am sharp, Malfoy. No dragging your ass or I'm leaving." Potter said sternly as he headed to the door. "And Malfoy," he said suddenly, grasping Draco's bicep. "This scared straight act isn't fooling me. Peterson might have been blind, but my vision is 20/20."

Draco would have laughed, had he not been so simultaneously frightened and flustered. Potter wore glasses, old school circular glasses. But Draco could only focus on the fire blazing in those green eyes and the warm hand that almost entirely encircled his arm. Potter was fucking hot.

Without another word, the officer walked out, slamming the door after him. Draco ran his hands through his hair with wide eyes.

"What the fuck?" He whispered to himself. Not only was his new probation officer a complete asshole, he was completely Draco's type.

Running up the stairs as quickly as he could, Draco stumbled into his ensuite bathroom and began his shower routine he had in the past reserved for secret rendezvous. It was already 10pm, and he wanted to be well groomed and well rested for his outing with Potter. Outing, Draco scoffed in his head, as if it were a date. Potter's sole mission was to find a reason to throw Draco behind bars. Still, a little fantasy wouldn't hurt anybody.