"Year 28," Ron/Draco, R
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ginger_lustAnother Monday, another Ron/Draco submission for you, our devoted readers and writers. Enjoy this story and, of course, if you wish to let others know about our community, please guide them here. I'd love to see a few more reading and commenting if so moved. I know I'm not the most well-know writer out there (this is thrihyrne, as usual), so feel free to spread the word.
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Title: Year 28
Author: Z. Quentin (incoherenteye)
Rating: R
Warnings: None that I can think of. There are mentions of prostitutes.
Prompt: The true voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.~ Marcel Proust
Word Count: 3,012 words
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Beta: The Wonderfulstuckinsea, seriously thanks so much.
Summary: Ron finds what he didn’t realize he was missing: hope.
She had blond hair this time which was so different from Hermione who I barely saw every week. She wore bright red lipstick and a blue dress that were easy to pull off. I had found that she hadn’t worn anything underneath as I pushed her down, allowed myself to immerse in the sex. In the back of my head, as her blond hair sprawled against the pillow and her grey eyes dully stared up at me I struggled to remember why she looked so familiar.
I shrugged off the feeling in the back of my head and left the motel room with a good amount of money less then I had a few hours earlier. As I stepped out into the cold, I could feel the loneliness seep into my gut knowing I was going home to an empty bed.
Hermione was away too much to notice my secret infidelities, which I wasn’t sure was particularly a good thing. I was gone for weeks too, but she never seemed to make it home after the millions of conferences she attended to fight for rights for the minorities she so admired. I would have hated her for it, for those many lonely nights, but it had hurt just as much when she was actually home.
We would fight. Loud fights with dishes cracking and magic sparks flying. The neighbors couldn’t hear us, and the Silencio spell was always on which was a good thing. She was a respected diplomat and I was Harry Potter’s once upon a time best friend. The Daily Prophet would eat it up.
I Apparated back into the empty flat settled on getting a hot cup of tea and falling asleep on the empty cold bed. Tomorrow was going to tough. I was going to be debriefed for an undercover assignment. A few weeks to months away from my relationship issues and my empty home.
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Locked in the loo, I mean bathroom, I stared at my reflection. The newly dyed dark brown bangs slightly covered the near black eyes. It was if I was looking at a stranger. I could hardly recognize myself.
I thought, Ron Weasley meet John Smith
I didn’t know how I was going to stand the new assignment. I couldn’t use magic, because the Death Eaters in hiding would find me, which would risk the whole operation. I had to suppress my tone of voice. I had to sound like those bloody foolish Americans. I had to look ordinary, look average, but I knew it was only going to be a few weeks. I could do it. I could do it.
I couldn’t.
Hell, I felt old. I felt like I was wasting away. That this assignment was the last assignment. I could barely keep up with my life as it was, cold. I was losing my motivation as an Auror. I had wanted to be an Auror when I was young, fresh out of Hogwarts. At first, because I wanted the mystery, the excitement, the good I would be doing until it became warped into the fact, Harry wanted to be an Auror. I didn’t want to be alone clinging to my childhood friends, marrying Hermoine, working with Harry, but then it started turning sour. Hermoine was even more absorbed in her work then she ever was with her schoolwork and then Harry disappeared shifting into a different department where we hardly saw each other, where he ended up forgetting who I was.
They both did.
I turned on the faucet and shoved my face underneath it washing off the tears that had appeared on my face. I had to leave to meet my contact up the street at a Chinese restaurant.
I shrugged on my coat and headed out into the cold air of Chicago. God, what a bloody strange name Chicago was.
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“John!” I looked up from the mug I was wiping clean.
“You’re cut. See you tomorrow.” I nodded letting out a sigh. A full shift without spotting anything suspicious was tough. The less I hear and see the longer I was going to be in Chicago. I missed London. I even missed my empty flat.
Winter in this strange foreign city felt colder than London. I knew as I shrugged on my coat that I would still be able to feel the chill in my bones. I pushed open the door as the wind blew into my face and I was blinded for a minute by my hair. Struggling to get my hair out of my eyes and trying to walk at the same time, I ended up bumping into someone.
“Watch it!” the person hissed shoving me away.
Finally getting the bloody hair out of my face, I see at the corner of my eye a dark cloak fluttering from a nearby alley. I could hear warning bells in the back of my head, but I shoved it off to investigate further. I walked past the alley and then pressed close to the the nearest building. I take out the twin’s extendable ears. They were a new version, prototype, unnoticeable unless one was specifically looking for one. Since I wasn’t using magic, merely a magical object, I was okay. They wouldn’t be able to identify my magical signature.
“- Draco!”
“Shut up, you fool! We’re not supposed to blubber out his name. He’s been missing for three years and half now, that coward and if he hears his name anywhere, we’ll never find him. He’ll bolt. Now, Mr. Mal-grr. You know has been saying that the imbecile traitor was last spotted here. We have to find him, or else our necks will be on the line,” said a second voice.
“Right. Let’s split up and meet back at where we’re staying in the morning,”
“Remember, girl! Don’t kill him. His father wants that pleasure. You can hurt him and maim him, but he needs to be alive and stable, you hear?”
My eye’s widened and I promptly shoved the extendable ears back into my coat pocket. I hastily pulled myself from the wall and walked into the nearest restaurant. It turned out to be one of those weird restaurants, what the Americans called “fast food.” It was fast alright. I promptly got the food right after I ordered, but after I took a bite out of the “Big Mac,” I grimaced. How could anybody voluntarily consume such disgusting, not fit to be eaten food?
I placed it down and grabbed a chip. At least the chips tasted like chips. I sighed and buried my face into my hands. What the bloody hell did Draco Malfoy get himself into this time?
Malfoy had spied for the Ministry until Lucius found out. Bloody hell, I don’t know how he managed to stay alive for so long with his father on his tail every single day. I had long assumed that he was dead.
Malfoy and I had a strange relationship when he was working for the Ministry. It wasn’t as black and white as it was back in the Hogwarts days which was basically a hate-hate situation. Instead, we drudgingly got along. I had ended up being his contact which at that time, I was so bloody furious. Harry had just started the process of disappearing out of my life when Malfoy showed up at the safe house my team had secured. It was a mess. We traded insults. My face got bloodied; he received a few bruises on his stomach. I didn’t get my information and the commander of my team got pissed.
After that, Malfoy just gave me the information and I gave him the orders I was told plus any “gifts” he was to receive. And then, and then, fuck, I can’t even think about it.
I just have to find him before his father’s thugs do. It’s my turn to save his arse.
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After I headed towards my fl-apartment for some actual food, I scoured the streets of downtown Chicago for even a hint of Malfoy. I knew, though, Draco was probably hiding somewhere. I had hoped he was hiding anyways.
Heading towards Millennium Park, a redhead leaning against a wall caught my eye. She had a delicate slim frame with small wisps of curls lining her face. My mouth was itching to-
Focus, Ron! You have to find Malfoy!
But then the redhead looked up and instantly I couldn’t breathe. Malfoy? The thought beautiful raced through my mind, but I quickly squashed it. I looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Care for a date?” he asked.
“Sure.” I said, noting that he didn’t seem to recognize me. His eyes scanned my form. He tilted his chin up.
“Not a cop?” I shook my head and hailed a cab.
The cab ride was silent as was the walk up the stairs to my apartment. But when I finally locked the door, he was on me pushing me against the door and in a fast motion, he managed to get me unzipped and my cock out of my boxers.
“50 for a blow job. Everything else is negotiable.” he said looking straight at me. My heart twisted at the thought of him doing this day after day and my fingers ached to touch his pale skin.
I pulled him away from the door and into the sitting area.
“Lll-look,” I sputtered out, “this isn’t want I want.” He glanced at me with mistrust and disbelief before smirking. He crawled across the couch and straddled my lap.
“But you look so happy to see me,” he purred out looking pointedly at my growing erection.
I flushed with embarrassment before pushing him out of my lap and hissing out in a low husky whisper, “ Damn-it, Mal-Draco! You’re in fucking danger.”
He was taken back and his face turned into a hard emotionless mask.
“My name isn’t Draco, it’s Ben,” he insisted. I shoved my cock back into my pants and sighed.
“Look, I know it’s you. I wouldn’t forget your face even with the red hair and brown eyes. Bloody hell, I know you don’t recognize me but it’s me, Ron! You know, the Weasel.”
“I don’t know who Ron, the Weasel is!” he growled. He took a good look at me and realization dawned on him. Draco covered his face with his hands and groaned.
“Did anyone follow you?” he asked peeking through his fingers. I shook my head. My heart rose in relief until I realized what he was asking me. My gut, then, twisted with fear that the two Death Eaters might actually have followed.
“Prove it. Prove that you are Weasley.” There was a scar that Malfoy had personally left on my body in which he had never apologized for. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my lower back. There he had craved DM to show to his father and his goons that he was on their side and not the Ministry’s. A lot that did him.
I felt a brush of his fingers and I froze afraid of what he would do next. As my heart pounded hard against my chest, I felt Malfoy tentatively stroke my scar.
“I’m sorry,” he softly said. I let go of my shirt and felt his fingers withdraw. I turned to him looking more closely. His eyes were smudged with black and I could see past the make-up that he had dark circles beneath. His skin was as pale as it ever was. Hell, he looked bad, unhealthy.
He looked even worse then the last times I had seen him when he would stumble into the safe house bruised and weary. During those times, my heart would ache with sympathy. We had tentatively forged a loose friendship. I had helped him, then, pushed him to continue, to not slip. He helped me forget that my closest relationships were slipping away. I had even started to look forward to our meetings.
“It’s okay,” I started a low, soothing voice, “I’m undercover. The Ministry sent me here, because there was an increase of activity in Chicago. We were afraid it was due to the Death Eaters and I am to report anything suspicious.”
“Brown doesn’t suit you, Weasley,” he said. His tone, though, wasn’t degrading like any of usual insults he used to throw at me. I chuckled.
“It would be good to go back to England,” he said in a hushed, hopeful voice. My gut twisted again, but with sorrow instead.
Damn-it! I didn’t want to smash his hopes...
“Too dangerous. I can’t tell anyone about your location.”
He let out a slow, shaky breath before chuckling, “Weasley, it’s been a long time. I never thought I was going to see you again. Shit.”
“Neither did I. I thought you were dead.”
“Dead? Yes, I’m surprised that I’m not too. Guess the spying business taught me a few tricks or two.”
“How did he find out?” I asked softly looking at him straight in the eye. He closed his eyes grimacing.
“Damn-it, Weasley. You always know how to cut to the chase.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said smirking, “My best characteristic.”
He snorted letting his shoulders relax. He looked away from me, his eyes on the floor.
“When you were captured, I was so surprised. I think I might have let down some of my guard. My father, that bloody bastard, noticed. That’s why I had to cut you to prove to him that I wasn’t feeling weak towards you. When I grabbed the knife, I think he saw how shaky my hands were for the millisecond that they were. I’ve done this so many times. My hands shouldn’t be shaky, Weasley! When you escaped, he knew it was my doing. Fuck, he messed me up so bad and it was when he thought I was shagging you. When he used Legilimency, he found out I was spying for the ministry. He was so shocked. He didn’t think I could do that to him. He didn’t think I could betray him. I was able to escape then, but if my father catches me, I won’t live,” he admitted. He looked up; his eyes tired and shining with hopelessness. I swore.
“He won’t find you. I won’t let him. I won’t. Draco, I’ll find a way. I promise. We have to get you out of Chicago into another city. Where have you been?”
“I’ve been here for a good two years. First, it was Paris for two months and then Stockholm for three. Amsterdam for a year. Found my calling there...,” he closed his eyes letting out a weary sigh.
I touched his shoulder instinctively allowing my hand to rub his thin shirt. He turned his head to look at me with clear desperateness in his eyes. I looked down on his lips and next thing I knew his mouth was on mine. I could hear a moan vibrate out of his throat and I pushed him down on the couch. I bit his lip to gain access to his hot mouth. Hell, it was hot. I could feel my blood rush and my skin tingle at every touch against him.
The kiss was searing through my body and I could feel myself get hotter and hotter until I couldn’t breathe. I push my hips against his body and then-
There was a knock at the door. I pulled away from him and took a deep breath.
“Who is it?” I croaked out.
“Pizza for a John Smith!”
I peered down at Draco. His hair sprawled against the cushions; his eyes wide and mouth swollen from my kisses. I burned with desire and fear.
“Just a minute!” I exclaimed and at that moment, I could hear someone trying to burst through the doors with blasts of spells. Fuck! Fuck! I knew I had some time, before they would figure out how to actually blast the door.
There was no time to grab anything, but Malfoy. I pulled him up off the couch and held tightly his arm. Fuck leaving a signature. As long as they didn’t sense Draco’s, I didn’t bloody care.
With a Pop! I Apparated out of my building and into an unoccupied stall in the men’s restroom at the Midway airport.
Draco bent over and promptly threw up. I handed him a piece of toilet paper.
“We’re at the Midway airport in Chicago. I need you to get a flight out of here to any destination. Doesn’t matter where as long as it’s not in Europe or the United States, okay?” I whispered and then handed him a pouch from my pocket that contained a passport, some random ids, a bundle of cash and a checkbook. He took it and peered inside before nodding.
“They’ll know this isn’t me,” he said in a quiet voice.
“This ids were made for me from a previous assignment. I still had red hair. You’re shorter then me, but it’ll be okay.”
He frowned before putting the packet in the back of his pants.
“Go,” I whispered. Draco nodded with understanding before pulling me into a final kiss.
“Bye,” he said and then he was gone. My hands started to shake and I had to calm myself by taking deep long breaths.
I Apparated back to the apartment in Chicago just in time for them to break through the door.
Show time.
thrihyrne, as usual), so feel free to spread the word.Happy Monday!
Title: Year 28
Author: Z. Quentin (
incoherenteye)Rating: R
Warnings: None that I can think of. There are mentions of prostitutes.
Prompt: The true voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.~ Marcel Proust
Word Count: 3,012 words
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Beta: The Wonderful
stuckinsea, seriously thanks so much. Summary: Ron finds what he didn’t realize he was missing: hope.
She had blond hair this time which was so different from Hermione who I barely saw every week. She wore bright red lipstick and a blue dress that were easy to pull off. I had found that she hadn’t worn anything underneath as I pushed her down, allowed myself to immerse in the sex. In the back of my head, as her blond hair sprawled against the pillow and her grey eyes dully stared up at me I struggled to remember why she looked so familiar.
I shrugged off the feeling in the back of my head and left the motel room with a good amount of money less then I had a few hours earlier. As I stepped out into the cold, I could feel the loneliness seep into my gut knowing I was going home to an empty bed.
Hermione was away too much to notice my secret infidelities, which I wasn’t sure was particularly a good thing. I was gone for weeks too, but she never seemed to make it home after the millions of conferences she attended to fight for rights for the minorities she so admired. I would have hated her for it, for those many lonely nights, but it had hurt just as much when she was actually home.
We would fight. Loud fights with dishes cracking and magic sparks flying. The neighbors couldn’t hear us, and the Silencio spell was always on which was a good thing. She was a respected diplomat and I was Harry Potter’s once upon a time best friend. The Daily Prophet would eat it up.
I Apparated back into the empty flat settled on getting a hot cup of tea and falling asleep on the empty cold bed. Tomorrow was going to tough. I was going to be debriefed for an undercover assignment. A few weeks to months away from my relationship issues and my empty home.
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Locked in the loo, I mean bathroom, I stared at my reflection. The newly dyed dark brown bangs slightly covered the near black eyes. It was if I was looking at a stranger. I could hardly recognize myself.
I thought, Ron Weasley meet John Smith
I didn’t know how I was going to stand the new assignment. I couldn’t use magic, because the Death Eaters in hiding would find me, which would risk the whole operation. I had to suppress my tone of voice. I had to sound like those bloody foolish Americans. I had to look ordinary, look average, but I knew it was only going to be a few weeks. I could do it. I could do it.
I couldn’t.
Hell, I felt old. I felt like I was wasting away. That this assignment was the last assignment. I could barely keep up with my life as it was, cold. I was losing my motivation as an Auror. I had wanted to be an Auror when I was young, fresh out of Hogwarts. At first, because I wanted the mystery, the excitement, the good I would be doing until it became warped into the fact, Harry wanted to be an Auror. I didn’t want to be alone clinging to my childhood friends, marrying Hermoine, working with Harry, but then it started turning sour. Hermoine was even more absorbed in her work then she ever was with her schoolwork and then Harry disappeared shifting into a different department where we hardly saw each other, where he ended up forgetting who I was.
They both did.
I turned on the faucet and shoved my face underneath it washing off the tears that had appeared on my face. I had to leave to meet my contact up the street at a Chinese restaurant.
I shrugged on my coat and headed out into the cold air of Chicago. God, what a bloody strange name Chicago was.
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“John!” I looked up from the mug I was wiping clean.
“You’re cut. See you tomorrow.” I nodded letting out a sigh. A full shift without spotting anything suspicious was tough. The less I hear and see the longer I was going to be in Chicago. I missed London. I even missed my empty flat.
Winter in this strange foreign city felt colder than London. I knew as I shrugged on my coat that I would still be able to feel the chill in my bones. I pushed open the door as the wind blew into my face and I was blinded for a minute by my hair. Struggling to get my hair out of my eyes and trying to walk at the same time, I ended up bumping into someone.
“Watch it!” the person hissed shoving me away.
Finally getting the bloody hair out of my face, I see at the corner of my eye a dark cloak fluttering from a nearby alley. I could hear warning bells in the back of my head, but I shoved it off to investigate further. I walked past the alley and then pressed close to the the nearest building. I take out the twin’s extendable ears. They were a new version, prototype, unnoticeable unless one was specifically looking for one. Since I wasn’t using magic, merely a magical object, I was okay. They wouldn’t be able to identify my magical signature.
“- Draco!”
“Shut up, you fool! We’re not supposed to blubber out his name. He’s been missing for three years and half now, that coward and if he hears his name anywhere, we’ll never find him. He’ll bolt. Now, Mr. Mal-grr. You know has been saying that the imbecile traitor was last spotted here. We have to find him, or else our necks will be on the line,” said a second voice.
“Right. Let’s split up and meet back at where we’re staying in the morning,”
“Remember, girl! Don’t kill him. His father wants that pleasure. You can hurt him and maim him, but he needs to be alive and stable, you hear?”
My eye’s widened and I promptly shoved the extendable ears back into my coat pocket. I hastily pulled myself from the wall and walked into the nearest restaurant. It turned out to be one of those weird restaurants, what the Americans called “fast food.” It was fast alright. I promptly got the food right after I ordered, but after I took a bite out of the “Big Mac,” I grimaced. How could anybody voluntarily consume such disgusting, not fit to be eaten food?
I placed it down and grabbed a chip. At least the chips tasted like chips. I sighed and buried my face into my hands. What the bloody hell did Draco Malfoy get himself into this time?
Malfoy had spied for the Ministry until Lucius found out. Bloody hell, I don’t know how he managed to stay alive for so long with his father on his tail every single day. I had long assumed that he was dead.
Malfoy and I had a strange relationship when he was working for the Ministry. It wasn’t as black and white as it was back in the Hogwarts days which was basically a hate-hate situation. Instead, we drudgingly got along. I had ended up being his contact which at that time, I was so bloody furious. Harry had just started the process of disappearing out of my life when Malfoy showed up at the safe house my team had secured. It was a mess. We traded insults. My face got bloodied; he received a few bruises on his stomach. I didn’t get my information and the commander of my team got pissed.
After that, Malfoy just gave me the information and I gave him the orders I was told plus any “gifts” he was to receive. And then, and then, fuck, I can’t even think about it.
I just have to find him before his father’s thugs do. It’s my turn to save his arse.
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After I headed towards my fl-apartment for some actual food, I scoured the streets of downtown Chicago for even a hint of Malfoy. I knew, though, Draco was probably hiding somewhere. I had hoped he was hiding anyways.
Heading towards Millennium Park, a redhead leaning against a wall caught my eye. She had a delicate slim frame with small wisps of curls lining her face. My mouth was itching to-
Focus, Ron! You have to find Malfoy!
But then the redhead looked up and instantly I couldn’t breathe. Malfoy? The thought beautiful raced through my mind, but I quickly squashed it. I looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Care for a date?” he asked.
“Sure.” I said, noting that he didn’t seem to recognize me. His eyes scanned my form. He tilted his chin up.
“Not a cop?” I shook my head and hailed a cab.
The cab ride was silent as was the walk up the stairs to my apartment. But when I finally locked the door, he was on me pushing me against the door and in a fast motion, he managed to get me unzipped and my cock out of my boxers.
“50 for a blow job. Everything else is negotiable.” he said looking straight at me. My heart twisted at the thought of him doing this day after day and my fingers ached to touch his pale skin.
I pulled him away from the door and into the sitting area.
“Lll-look,” I sputtered out, “this isn’t want I want.” He glanced at me with mistrust and disbelief before smirking. He crawled across the couch and straddled my lap.
“But you look so happy to see me,” he purred out looking pointedly at my growing erection.
I flushed with embarrassment before pushing him out of my lap and hissing out in a low husky whisper, “ Damn-it, Mal-Draco! You’re in fucking danger.”
He was taken back and his face turned into a hard emotionless mask.
“My name isn’t Draco, it’s Ben,” he insisted. I shoved my cock back into my pants and sighed.
“Look, I know it’s you. I wouldn’t forget your face even with the red hair and brown eyes. Bloody hell, I know you don’t recognize me but it’s me, Ron! You know, the Weasel.”
“I don’t know who Ron, the Weasel is!” he growled. He took a good look at me and realization dawned on him. Draco covered his face with his hands and groaned.
“Did anyone follow you?” he asked peeking through his fingers. I shook my head. My heart rose in relief until I realized what he was asking me. My gut, then, twisted with fear that the two Death Eaters might actually have followed.
“Prove it. Prove that you are Weasley.” There was a scar that Malfoy had personally left on my body in which he had never apologized for. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my lower back. There he had craved DM to show to his father and his goons that he was on their side and not the Ministry’s. A lot that did him.
I felt a brush of his fingers and I froze afraid of what he would do next. As my heart pounded hard against my chest, I felt Malfoy tentatively stroke my scar.
“I’m sorry,” he softly said. I let go of my shirt and felt his fingers withdraw. I turned to him looking more closely. His eyes were smudged with black and I could see past the make-up that he had dark circles beneath. His skin was as pale as it ever was. Hell, he looked bad, unhealthy.
He looked even worse then the last times I had seen him when he would stumble into the safe house bruised and weary. During those times, my heart would ache with sympathy. We had tentatively forged a loose friendship. I had helped him, then, pushed him to continue, to not slip. He helped me forget that my closest relationships were slipping away. I had even started to look forward to our meetings.
“It’s okay,” I started a low, soothing voice, “I’m undercover. The Ministry sent me here, because there was an increase of activity in Chicago. We were afraid it was due to the Death Eaters and I am to report anything suspicious.”
“Brown doesn’t suit you, Weasley,” he said. His tone, though, wasn’t degrading like any of usual insults he used to throw at me. I chuckled.
“It would be good to go back to England,” he said in a hushed, hopeful voice. My gut twisted again, but with sorrow instead.
Damn-it! I didn’t want to smash his hopes...
“Too dangerous. I can’t tell anyone about your location.”
He let out a slow, shaky breath before chuckling, “Weasley, it’s been a long time. I never thought I was going to see you again. Shit.”
“Neither did I. I thought you were dead.”
“Dead? Yes, I’m surprised that I’m not too. Guess the spying business taught me a few tricks or two.”
“How did he find out?” I asked softly looking at him straight in the eye. He closed his eyes grimacing.
“Damn-it, Weasley. You always know how to cut to the chase.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said smirking, “My best characteristic.”
He snorted letting his shoulders relax. He looked away from me, his eyes on the floor.
“When you were captured, I was so surprised. I think I might have let down some of my guard. My father, that bloody bastard, noticed. That’s why I had to cut you to prove to him that I wasn’t feeling weak towards you. When I grabbed the knife, I think he saw how shaky my hands were for the millisecond that they were. I’ve done this so many times. My hands shouldn’t be shaky, Weasley! When you escaped, he knew it was my doing. Fuck, he messed me up so bad and it was when he thought I was shagging you. When he used Legilimency, he found out I was spying for the ministry. He was so shocked. He didn’t think I could do that to him. He didn’t think I could betray him. I was able to escape then, but if my father catches me, I won’t live,” he admitted. He looked up; his eyes tired and shining with hopelessness. I swore.
“He won’t find you. I won’t let him. I won’t. Draco, I’ll find a way. I promise. We have to get you out of Chicago into another city. Where have you been?”
“I’ve been here for a good two years. First, it was Paris for two months and then Stockholm for three. Amsterdam for a year. Found my calling there...,” he closed his eyes letting out a weary sigh.
I touched his shoulder instinctively allowing my hand to rub his thin shirt. He turned his head to look at me with clear desperateness in his eyes. I looked down on his lips and next thing I knew his mouth was on mine. I could hear a moan vibrate out of his throat and I pushed him down on the couch. I bit his lip to gain access to his hot mouth. Hell, it was hot. I could feel my blood rush and my skin tingle at every touch against him.
The kiss was searing through my body and I could feel myself get hotter and hotter until I couldn’t breathe. I push my hips against his body and then-
There was a knock at the door. I pulled away from him and took a deep breath.
“Who is it?” I croaked out.
“Pizza for a John Smith!”
I peered down at Draco. His hair sprawled against the cushions; his eyes wide and mouth swollen from my kisses. I burned with desire and fear.
“Just a minute!” I exclaimed and at that moment, I could hear someone trying to burst through the doors with blasts of spells. Fuck! Fuck! I knew I had some time, before they would figure out how to actually blast the door.
There was no time to grab anything, but Malfoy. I pulled him up off the couch and held tightly his arm. Fuck leaving a signature. As long as they didn’t sense Draco’s, I didn’t bloody care.
With a Pop! I Apparated out of my building and into an unoccupied stall in the men’s restroom at the Midway airport.
Draco bent over and promptly threw up. I handed him a piece of toilet paper.
“We’re at the Midway airport in Chicago. I need you to get a flight out of here to any destination. Doesn’t matter where as long as it’s not in Europe or the United States, okay?” I whispered and then handed him a pouch from my pocket that contained a passport, some random ids, a bundle of cash and a checkbook. He took it and peered inside before nodding.
“They’ll know this isn’t me,” he said in a quiet voice.
“This ids were made for me from a previous assignment. I still had red hair. You’re shorter then me, but it’ll be okay.”
He frowned before putting the packet in the back of his pants.
“Go,” I whispered. Draco nodded with understanding before pulling me into a final kiss.
“Bye,” he said and then he was gone. My hands started to shake and I had to calm myself by taking deep long breaths.
I Apparated back to the apartment in Chicago just in time for them to break through the door.
Show time.