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With a set jaw, and a steely gaze, the young heir looks over his father’s casket. He casts a glance at his mother to his right and takes her hand. Staring at the cold dead body in front of him, he feels nothing, while Narcissa softly weeps. He’d never experienced many fond memories with Lucius, but it pains him to see his mother cry.
Giving her hand a final squeeze, he turns away from the coffin. Slowly, in a respectful manner, Draco makes his way out of the room of government officials who are only pretending to mourn the loss of Lucius Malfoy. As he slips out of the door, a figure about two inches shorter than him slams into his chest.
“Sorry, I’m sorry-“ the man says, backing up, rubbing his eyes. When he opens them he falters, and takes another step back. Then, he bows slightly. “Prince Malfoy, I apologize for running into you.”
”No apology needed, Potter. I should’ve watched where I was going.” Draco attempts at a polite smile. Harry nods in return and holds open the door for the Prince to come through. “Thank you,” and Harry stares after him as he walks away.
Harry’s Point of View
I know there’s no set time for people to arrive at a funeral, but Merlin, do I feel late. All the other officials and Aurors will have already gotten there. I quickly make my way down the marble-floored halls, barely taking in the magnificence of the space around me.
Soon, I approach the door to the room where the coffin is being held and attempt to go through it, before brutally smashing my face against a man’s chest. I get knocked back a bit and rub my eyes.
“Sorry, I’m sorry-“ I take a step back before opening my eyes and when I do I hesitate. It’s Prince Draco. God, is he attractive. Oh shut up, you gay brain. I am supposed to begin investigating him soon, I can’t be having these thoughts about him. I compose myself and bow half heartedly. “Prince Malfoy, I apologize for running into you.”
”No apology needed, Potter.” My heart thumps loudly when I hear him say my name. I wonder how he remembers it, we’ve only met one other time. “I should’ve watched where I was going.” The politeness of his statement surprises me, considering his reputation of being cold, but I suppose it’s all in the name of diplomacy. I pull the door open for him and he thanks me. As he walks down the well-decorated hallway I stare after him, both calculating his actions, and admiring his good looks. Then, reminding myself of my job, I step through the open doorway and greet fellow aurors in the gloomy room.
Kingsley Shacklebolt approaches me after the service discreetly, just barely slipping by me.
“My office, 5 o’clock tonight.” And then he floats right past.
Upon returning to my flat, I sit on the sofa enjoying a cup of tea, waiting for my meeting with Kingsley. The clock ticks by very very much too slowly for my taste, so I turn to the scariest place I know, my thoughts.
I wonder why Prince Draco left his father’s funeral so early, and only popped up for a few minutes of the service. It seems kind of disrespectful to do that to your parent, much less the king. Ah, king . Something that Malfoy would soon be. It certainly is a strange thought, to have a new King of the world after such a long time only having one. But I suppose that’s just the natural order of things. One dies, and you move onto the next.
I wish the royals didn’t pretty much only come from the Malfoy line though. They’re a bit too... pure-blooded for my taste. Cold and rich and conniving. They aren’t friends to the people.
Everyone’s hoping that Draco will be different from his father and his grandfather before him in that regard, which is exactly why I’m going to be investigating him soon. Before he takes the crown in six months, the Aurors and other government officials want to know exactly what to expect from him. They want to know all of his secrets, his plans, and who he wishes to take as his queen. I don’t know the exact details of the case, but I’m sure that’s what Kingsley wants to talk about tonight.
I pull on my shoes and fumble over to the floo. Tossing down the powder, I shout out the words and find myself transported to Kingsley’s office. I stumble out of the fireplace and right into a carefully placed chair.
“Welcome, Potter,” greets Kingsley.
“Hey Mr. Shacklebolt!”
“I assume you know why you’re here?”
“Something to do with the case investigating Draco Malfoy.”
“Yes, exactly. I have decided what I want your position in this case to be. Obviously I want you to be in the front, and so what I will need you to do is act as his servant for the next six months.” My mouth hangs open.
“I’m sorry- what?”
“You’ll need to be his servant. We’ve already secured a position in his chambers for you, and it will be quite easy. Just give him what he needs, and try and gain information in return.”
“I- but I-”
“No ‘buts’, Potter, this is where we need you.” I groan in exasperation.
“Fine..”
“You are dismissed.” I stand up and make my over to the floo.
“Goodnight, Kingsley.”
“Goodnight, servant boy.” He laughs in humor as I glare angrily in the fireplace, disappearing into the night.