Closed: Interrogations with Draco Malfoy

[so_harry]

He'd been up half the night, strung out in his office, pushing through paperwork and working on any new leads he could find. The news of Dennis Creevey had hit Harry hard. He remembered just how bloody annoying he was while they were in school but he'd always been fond of him. Both the Creevey brothers. Now, he had to ring Colin up and explain to

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[_draco_m_]

He lifted a sleek arm to place that wine goblet against the smooth marble surface, the red liquid sloshing about dryly as it landed.

It was late.
Dark.

Candles lit the organic shape of his private baths as burning frankincense wafted through the dim candlelight, creating a subtle musk.
Draco had been taking some time to unwind, gently kicking his feet below the hot, bubbling water.
With his dry hand, he flicked his wand to turn the page of the floating book, reading from the olive tome he had been discussing with Mandy.

[so_harry]

With what sounded like a small gun shooting, about a dozen Aurors Apparated on the ground outside of Malfoy Manor. He had been warned about the gate being hexed - had a full on laugh when he heard about all the reporters sent running - but he was not about to let that happen to him. Not when he had three dead bodies and one friend sitting in St. Mungo's after nearly suffering from organ failure.

The sketch matched. He'd be damned if this was another dead end.

Without caring about niceties, Harry motioned to the team and the curse breakers to work on the gate. The whizzing of the wands working their magic crackled against the iron gate and caused a few banging sounds as the curse breakers went ahead to allow Harry inside.

[_draco_m_]

As the crack of the gate being unlocked wafted through the slightly ajar window, Draco's ears were underwater; thus hearing nothing of it as he broke the surface, coming back up to enjoy the silence of the still night.

[so_harry]

He watched with a look of satisfaction as the gate slowly rolled open. He held a hand up to the curse breakers behind him and the stunning stopped. He turned back and nodded his head, "Go on, keep the perimeter surrounded. I'll shoot up sparks if I need back-up."

But he knew he wouldn't. Even after all their years against each other, Malfoy had hardly ever gotten the advantage of Harry. (He didn't want to remember the times he did, so he wasn't going to.)

Holding his wand up to the left side of his face, he morphed his sound into a megaphone as he pounded on the door.

"Malfoy- open up- we know you're in there-"