Are you with me?

chapter one ~ who are you?

*somehow managed to write this in an hour and a half, i guess i was inspired! i listened to who by lauv ft BTS whilst writing. enjoy!*

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"What on earth have you done to your hair?" Oliver mouthed, frowning at he held the landline up to his ear, looking somewhat impatient.  You rolled your eyes as you closed the front door to the London townhouse that you had shared together for the last year or so.

"Potter made me do it, for work..." You said quietly, slipping past Oliver as he continued his conversation with whoever he was on the phone with.  You made your way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, dropping your keys and phone onto the countertop before filling up the kettle with water from the sink.

"You look like Narcissa Malfoy!" Oliver chuckled, hanging up the phone before joining you in the kitchen, grabbing himself a mug from the cupboard.

"That's the whole point." You muttered.  You hadn't put colour in your hair since your teen years at Hogwarts, it felt weird having partly blonde locks, it was certainly going to take time to get used to.

"Harry wants me to go spying on Malfoy, he seems to have dropped off the grid since his parents died last year and he seems to think that's suspicious and that he's up to something, something relating to dark magic. He seems to think that if I somewhat resemble his mother, that it will help me get close to him." You explained, Oliver looking more perplexed the more you talked.

"He wants you to spy on Draco Malfoy? Doesn't he think he'll recognise you from school?" Oliver responded. You had worked your way up the ranks in the Ministry of Magic and you were now working as a detective as part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.  Harry Potter was your boss as Head Auror of the department and now he wants you to go undercover, with your cover story being that you just do administrative work for the department as an executive, hoping to be promoted to detective once you have done your final policing exams.

"He thinks that could be used to my advantage, that he knows me from his past, but probably won't remember where from.  I didn't really have much to do with him in school and plus, I'm a pureblood like him.  It won't take me long to get him on board, he probably needs a friendly face at the moment." You weren't so sure of yourself in reality, but hoped your confident response would hide your nervous disposition.

"Right..." Oliver frowned, laughing it off.  "I've got to get going, I've been called to step in for Williams tomorrow for the match against Holyhead Harpies.  He's somehow managed to fracture his arm in Wheezes today with Ron who managed to accidently knock the ladder he was up whilst fitting a bulb, he's in St Mungo's for at least a few days so I need to head up to Wales... Sorry love." Oliver downed the last of his tea before kissing you on the cheek, picking up his overnight bag and he was out the door before you could say goodbye.

"Love you!" He shouted as the door slammed. "Love you too." You said quietly to yourself, sighing realising this meant a weekend alone at home again.  You and Oliver had been together for nearly 5 years, growing closer after you'd both left Hogwarts and as he was 4 years older than you, you don't even think the two of you even spoke in school.  You loved him with all your heart, you really did but life with him felt so mundane at times, even though you were a witch and he was a wizard.  You wondered at times if you had outgrown him, even though he was older than you, you felt like sometimes he was more childish now than he was when he was in school.  But you stayed, just for a happy life - but a part of you did wonder if there was something better out there, something which made the spark inside you ignite again.

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"I can do this, I can do this... I can do this." You whispered to yourself in the toilets of the Looking Glass, the music playing muffled from the bar above.  An hour ago you'd gotten a tip off from Harry, saying a source had seen Draco at the bar and he'd been drinking heavily so he wanted to inform you to get your investigation started.  You ruffled your fingers through your waved hair, applying some lip gloss before brushing your outfit down with your hands.  You were wearing a black tailored coat, maroon blouse (buttoned down a little too low for your own liking) paired with some black skinny jeans and some studded black pointed toe stiletto boots.  You had to admit, you looked good. Your makeup was a little heavier than usual, but you felt like a completely new woman looking at yourself in the mirror. And you liked it.

You spotted Draco at the bar, whiskey in hand looking dishevelled, his hair ruffled and his shirt button undone.  You hadn't seen him for years, the last time you'd probably seen each other was at school which felt like a lifetime ago.  You closed your eyes for a moment, composing yourself before taking perch on a stool a few away from Malfoy.  You sighed heavily, slamming your handbag on the bar before taking your coat off.

"Tough day at the office love?" You heard a chuckle next to you, looking over at the blonde boy sat 6 feet or so away from you.  He smirked at you, with that smirk he used to do at school, his bright blue eyes glazed over from the alcohol.

"Something like that." You acknowledged him, chuckling back before requesting a drink with the bartender, tucking the hair on the left side of your head behind your ear.  You were nervous.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Draco wondered, raising his eyebrows at you.

"A lot of people know me from a lot of places." You quipped, trying to not make it obvious you already knew who he was.

"Yeah, I do know you... Parker."

The bartender brought your drink over just in time, as your stomach dropped as you realised he recognised you, giving you a few seconds to compose yourself.

"It's Phoebe to you, we were never exactly friends in school, were we Malfoy?" You stated, raising your eyebrows at him before taking a sip of your drink.  "I'm surprised you even remember me."

"I'm surprised you even remember me." Draco slurred, chuckling before getting up slowly and moving to the stool next to you, you were surprised he managed to get there without falling flat on his face, he was beyond drunk.

He accidentally knocked his whiskey glass over as he got up, you managed to catch it with your hand when you felt his hand touch you. It was cold, it made a shiver run through your body from head to toe. You both looked at each other with a hint of surprise, before you cleared your throat and snatched your hand away like he'd slapped it.

"Don't play that kind of game with me Draco, everybody knows you."