Slytherin Grimoire
Title: Slytherin Grimoire
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): (highlight to read)*minor character death*
Word count: 845
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for mornings, using the prompts book, lips, Helsinki. This is written in the hd_365 verse.
Summary: Harry and Draco are sent to Helsinki to retrieve a powerful grimoire.
"Helsinki?"
"It's in Finland, Harry."
"I am aware of that, you tosser," grumbled Harry. "I just find it odd that you and I are being sent there."
"Did you not hear a word that Moody said?" Draco exclaimed. "We are to meet our contact at the Helka Hotel, where we will take possession of the Slytherin Grimoire."
"I was listening," said Harry. "The book belonged to Sirena Slytherin, who was married to old Salazar's grandson, Silage."
"His name was Silas," Draco gritted. By the gleam in Harry's eyes, he knew he'd been had.
Harry grinned at his husband. "I heard all of that," he said. "What I don't understand is why we have to be the ones to get the book."
"The contact in Helsinki will only turn the grimoire over to one Auror--Harry Sodding Potter."
"That's Harry Sodding Potter-Malfoy to you, Malfoy-Potter," quipped Harry.
"Don't you forget it, either," growled Draco, slapping Harry's arse as they returned to their office.
Heads turned, and Harry felt his ears get hot. He couldn't believe Draco had done that in such a public place as the Ministry. It was...arousing, actually. Harry wondered if they had time for a quickie before they collected their portkey to Helsinki.
~*~
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Harry whispered.
He and Draco were strolling into the Helka Hotel under a strong Notice-Me-Not charm.
"We don't," Draco replied quietly. "Constant vigilance!" he added with a smirk.
"You can afford to be cheerful," said Harry. "It's not you that the contact specifically requested."
"I'll protect you, Harry," simpered Draco.
Harry gave his husband a not-too-gentle shove, and Draco had to do some fancy footwork to avoid colliding with an unaware Muggle. Draco huffed out a curse as he caught his balance. He aimed a glare Harry's way, straightened the collar of his shirt and continued to the lifts.
"Let's take the stairs," Harry said. "A lift is too confined, should there be any trouble."
They quickly located the nearest stairwell and began ascending. Once they reached the third floor, Harry peeked out of the door and looked left and right. The corridor was clear. Harry beckoned to Draco, and they emerged from the stairwell with their wands held at their sides. Harry wanted to be alert and prepared, yet not appear threatening to their contact. He glanced at the closest room number and turned left.
"How did this woman come to be in possession of the grimoire?" Harry asked. He knew Draco had read the file, while Harry was relying on his husband's Hermione-like thirst for learning.
"She came across it in a used book store," Draco replied. "Being a witch, she was immediately drawn to the power she could feel emanating from the grimoire, and when she realized what it was, she decided it should be returned to Hogwarts."
"Why not simply post it via owl?"
Draco slanted Harry a look. "It might have been intercepted and stolen," he said. "This is an incredibly valuable book."
Harry nodded in agreement. "She could have brought it to London herself."
Draco waited until a woman with a small child in tow passed by them. "My understanding is, she felt her life may be in danger simply for having the grimoire in her possession," he said. "That's the reason she didn't try to sell it; she only wants to be rid of it."
"She could have sold it on the black market," said Harry. "I still say, this entire scenario reeks of a trap."
"Do you have a spare wand?"
Harry tapped his arm. "That's not the only trick I have up my sleeve."
"We may need all of them in this situation."
Harry stopped walking and held up a hand. "Room 382," he whispered.
They took up positions on the opposite sides of the door. Harry knocked once. "Ms Haanpaa?"
There was no response.
Harry knocked again. "Ms Haanpaa?"
Draco held a finger to his lips. He flicked his wand to and fro, casting spells to detect any dark magic. Nothing registered on the door. "Alohomora," Draco whispered.
They pressed their backs to the wall, still on opposite sides of the door. Harry reached back and turned the handle, pushing the door open and tensing as he waited to see what would happen.
There was no sound or movement from within the hotel room.
"On the count of three," Draco said in a voice barely a whisper.
Harry nodded.
"One-"
Harry dove through the open door with his wand held out before him.
"Fuck!" hissed Draco, charging in after his irresponsible, idiotic husband.
Harry rolled and came up on one knee, taking in the scene at a glance.
There was a blond woman lying on the floor. Her eyes were open and vacant, her limbs were akimbo, and her mouth was open as if to emit a scream.
"Bloody hell," spat Harry. "She's dead."
Draco tossed the room with swift efficiency. "Even worse," he said, "the grimoire isn't here."
Cross-posted to hd_365
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): (highlight to read)*minor character death*
Word count: 845
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for mornings, using the prompts book, lips, Helsinki. This is written in the hd_365 verse.
Summary: Harry and Draco are sent to Helsinki to retrieve a powerful grimoire.
"Helsinki?"
"It's in Finland, Harry."
"I am aware of that, you tosser," grumbled Harry. "I just find it odd that you and I are being sent there."
"Did you not hear a word that Moody said?" Draco exclaimed. "We are to meet our contact at the Helka Hotel, where we will take possession of the Slytherin Grimoire."
"I was listening," said Harry. "The book belonged to Sirena Slytherin, who was married to old Salazar's grandson, Silage."
"His name was Silas," Draco gritted. By the gleam in Harry's eyes, he knew he'd been had.
Harry grinned at his husband. "I heard all of that," he said. "What I don't understand is why we have to be the ones to get the book."
"The contact in Helsinki will only turn the grimoire over to one Auror--Harry Sodding Potter."
"That's Harry Sodding Potter-Malfoy to you, Malfoy-Potter," quipped Harry.
"Don't you forget it, either," growled Draco, slapping Harry's arse as they returned to their office.
Heads turned, and Harry felt his ears get hot. He couldn't believe Draco had done that in such a public place as the Ministry. It was...arousing, actually. Harry wondered if they had time for a quickie before they collected their portkey to Helsinki.
~*~
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Harry whispered.
He and Draco were strolling into the Helka Hotel under a strong Notice-Me-Not charm.
"We don't," Draco replied quietly. "Constant vigilance!" he added with a smirk.
"You can afford to be cheerful," said Harry. "It's not you that the contact specifically requested."
"I'll protect you, Harry," simpered Draco.
Harry gave his husband a not-too-gentle shove, and Draco had to do some fancy footwork to avoid colliding with an unaware Muggle. Draco huffed out a curse as he caught his balance. He aimed a glare Harry's way, straightened the collar of his shirt and continued to the lifts.
"Let's take the stairs," Harry said. "A lift is too confined, should there be any trouble."
They quickly located the nearest stairwell and began ascending. Once they reached the third floor, Harry peeked out of the door and looked left and right. The corridor was clear. Harry beckoned to Draco, and they emerged from the stairwell with their wands held at their sides. Harry wanted to be alert and prepared, yet not appear threatening to their contact. He glanced at the closest room number and turned left.
"How did this woman come to be in possession of the grimoire?" Harry asked. He knew Draco had read the file, while Harry was relying on his husband's Hermione-like thirst for learning.
"She came across it in a used book store," Draco replied. "Being a witch, she was immediately drawn to the power she could feel emanating from the grimoire, and when she realized what it was, she decided it should be returned to Hogwarts."
"Why not simply post it via owl?"
Draco slanted Harry a look. "It might have been intercepted and stolen," he said. "This is an incredibly valuable book."
Harry nodded in agreement. "She could have brought it to London herself."
Draco waited until a woman with a small child in tow passed by them. "My understanding is, she felt her life may be in danger simply for having the grimoire in her possession," he said. "That's the reason she didn't try to sell it; she only wants to be rid of it."
"She could have sold it on the black market," said Harry. "I still say, this entire scenario reeks of a trap."
"Do you have a spare wand?"
Harry tapped his arm. "That's not the only trick I have up my sleeve."
"We may need all of them in this situation."
Harry stopped walking and held up a hand. "Room 382," he whispered.
They took up positions on the opposite sides of the door. Harry knocked once. "Ms Haanpaa?"
There was no response.
Harry knocked again. "Ms Haanpaa?"
Draco held a finger to his lips. He flicked his wand to and fro, casting spells to detect any dark magic. Nothing registered on the door. "Alohomora," Draco whispered.
They pressed their backs to the wall, still on opposite sides of the door. Harry reached back and turned the handle, pushing the door open and tensing as he waited to see what would happen.
There was no sound or movement from within the hotel room.
"On the count of three," Draco said in a voice barely a whisper.
Harry nodded.
"One-"
Harry dove through the open door with his wand held out before him.
"Fuck!" hissed Draco, charging in after his irresponsible, idiotic husband.
Harry rolled and came up on one knee, taking in the scene at a glance.
There was a blond woman lying on the floor. Her eyes were open and vacant, her limbs were akimbo, and her mouth was open as if to emit a scream.
"Bloody hell," spat Harry. "She's dead."
Draco tossed the room with swift efficiency. "Even worse," he said, "the grimoire isn't here."
Cross-posted to hd_365