"I have a proposition for you…"
"Hi I'm Draco…… Malfoy, and I want a ride," he said, holding out his hand in a gesture of friendship.
"What…I…" Ginny's mouth was opening and closing like a fish. "I don't think…I can't believe…There is no way you are getting THAT!" She hissed out, her cheeks blushing bright red.
"Getting what?" Draco asked, bewildered.
"You know," Ginny huffed. "The…the sex.. that.. that's not going to happen."
A familiar smirk tugged at the edges of Draco's mouth, "Mind out of the gutter pet. That would be nice, but what I meant was, I need a ride to Paris."
"Oh," Ginny coughed, blushing even more furiously. "Well, I think I might prefer the sex."
Draco couldn't contain his laughter, "Maybe later love, but right now I really just need the ride."
A siren blared as another cop car drove up to the embassy. Draco stepped back into the shadows of a nearby doorway.
"Is all of that because of you?" Ginny asked, glancing over her shoulder at the commotion.
"Look, you drive, I pay. It's as simple as that. Ten Thousand dollars," He said, pulling a small bundle of bills out of his satchel.
"Malfoy," Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking.
"Twenty thousand, ten now, ten when we get there," Ginny caught the first bundle that he threw at her, and gingerly flipped through it.
A flash of red at the corner of her eye caught her attention. Looking once more over her shoulder, Ginny spotted three people getting out of yet another car that had just driven up, this one black and very official looking. As she watched, two men, one with red hair, one with black, and a woman with bushy brown locks stepped out of it. "Great," she hissed. "Get in," she threw over her shoulder at the man, jerking her car door open.
Hand on the car door, Draco spoke once more, "Do you expect me to ride all the way to Paris with someone whose name I don't even know?"
Slamming her door in frustration, Ginny jammed the key into the ignition. "My name is Ginny Weasley," She said, pausing to see the flash of recognition cross his face, but it never came. "Now are you getting in or not?"
Draco jumped in, slammed his door, and they were off.
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"I'm sorry sir. I'm going to have to ask you to step back behind the line. This is a crime scene and no one is allowed inside," the guard tried to push Harry and his companions back behind the police barrier.
Turning to Hermione, Harry nodded his head discreetly and she stepped up to get the guard's attention. "We're here by the request of the Prime Minister. Now, if you want, we can go back to our office to draw up the papers for your pleasure, or you can let us through to find our contact inside who is expecting us."
The guard had paled greatly when Hermione had mentioned the Prime Minister, and slowly stepped aside, holding the door open her. As Harry and Hermione stepped through, Ron pulled the guard off to the side, his hand slipping into his jacket pocket. "I need to talk to you about some increased security around here mate,"
Harry couldn't help the slight grin that formed on his face. That is, he couldn't help it until Hermione elbowed him in the stomach. "We really have to get the Muggle Artifacts Department to simulate some proper looking IDs. One of these days all of our Obliviating spells are bound to come back and bite us in the arse."
"Take it easy 'Mione," Harry said under his breath as they climbed to the second floor. "Ron might be able to only do short term memory charms, but they always stick." Pulling his cell phone quickly from his pocket, Harry dialed the first number on his contact list. "Yeah, this is Potter. I've had to resort to the use of memory charms, send over a modification team immediately."
Reaching the door to the Embassy's control room, Harry held the door open for Hermione. All eyes turned towards them, and Harry had to clench his hands to stop from running them nervously through his hair. 'This could be the break I've been waiting for,' he thought to himself. "We've been sent to collect today's surveillance tapes."
A suited gentleman nursing a black eye stepped forward. "And your clearance would be?"
Harry did his best to hold in his sigh of frustration. "Would I have been allowed in the building if I didn't have proper clearance?"
"Still," the man in charge continued. "I must see your papers."
The door creaked open, and Ron silently entered. By this time Harry was fed up with Embassy suit, and he once more gave a discreet nod, this time at Ron. "Fine," he side stepped out of the way to give Ron a clear path. "You're on Ron."
Stepping out of the shadows, Ron raised his wand and immobilized the entire room.
"Harry," Hermione gasped, rushing forward. "This is not sanctioned. We were only supposed to observe and find out who was responsible for this."
"It's Malfoy," Harry bellowed, his face reddening in anger. "It has to be Malfoy, and I'm going to find him. Get the tapes and return to headquarters. Those are your orders." Shoving past Ron, Harry stormed out of the room.
"Well that was certainly odd," Ron joked as he accessed the surveillance files and copied them. "Harry said Malfoy was killed in action on that covert op he helped us out with a couple of weeks ago."
"Something isn't right here," Hermione said suspiciously. "Hurry up and get those files. I'm going to meet the modification team."
A/N: ok I know this is short, but I just thought that it sounded like a good place to stop for right now. I'll be getting to work on the next chapter ASAP, so read, enjoy, suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome!! Have a lovely day!