The Mission
Title: Al Rubio Moreno
Chapter One: The Mission
He stared in surprise at the man behind the desk in one of Hogwarts' offices, which was cluttered with sealed parchments. His gaze shifted from the parchment in the werewolf's hand to his chestnut hair tied in a ponytail, and finally to the man's serene, yellowish eyes.
"What?" he asked again, leaning over the desk as the werewolf watched him calmly.
"You heard me right the first time, Harry."
Harry, his raven-black hair contrasting with his vivid green eyes, shook his head in disbelief. "Are you mad?" he finally asked.
"No," the werewolf replied. "These are strict orders from the Auror Council."
"Are they mad?!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm not going to sleep with a man! Let alone a Malfoy!"
"The Council believes this is the best way to extract the information from the blonde."
"Best way?" Harry repeated, alarmed. "I could easily force him to spill it!"
"The Council sent their best Aurors, Harry, and none of them succeeded with that approach."
"If we're talking about me—"
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, stop this nonsense, Harry!" Remus Lupin, the werewolf, said, his patience thinning. "Even you wouldn't have extracted anything from him that way. You're not a child anymore!"
"I'm not having sex with Draco Malfoy to get information," Harry replied slowly, almost hissing.
"You'd better, if you want to keep your job." Remus handed him the parchment. "Read the lines: 'If Mr. Potter does not accept this mission, he can say goodbye to his job.'"
Harry stared at Remus as if he had grown another head. He scanned the parchment before throwing it across the room.
"This is bloody great! I used to have the right to refuse missions, but now I don't? They have some nerve! I'm not their puppet!"
"Just accept this, Harry, and get over it. It's not like you'll be put to death."
"What! Did the moon affect your thinking? Wake up; I'm not gay, Remus! I don't want to be... compromised like that!"
Remus Lupin, a man of forty-five, glared at his ex-student and adopted godson. Harry James Potter, almost twenty-four, looked furious. The Council had assigned him this outrageous mission. The great Hero had become an Auror, working secretly for the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror Council. The war was still on, and Voldemort was still plotting.
Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was a loyal servant of Voldemort but not a Death Eater. The blonde refused to bear the mark. Voldemort was likely powerless against Draco, who was more cunning than any Death Eater. This was why the Council was closely watching Draco.
"If I may remind you, Harry, I am gay, and so is your Godfather," Remus said softly. Harry shivered at the thought and lowered his head. His Godfather had been rescued from the veil thanks to one of Severus' creations.
"I know," Harry murmured, then suddenly had an idea. "Why don't you do it?"
"First of all, I'm a werewolf, and Malfoy would recognize my essence. Second, I'm engaged to your Godfather. And third, I'm just following orders. I never expected you to be so resistant to this kind of mission."
"Of course you wouldn't! I'm straight, not gay, and I despise the touch of a man in any sensual way." Harry shuddered at the thought.
"It sounds like you despise gays," Remus commented, a bit hurt.
"Some, but not you and Sirius. But how can I be given this mission if I'm straight?"
"Malfoy is gay, and someone told us you’re the perfect candidate."
Harry blinked at Remus and covered his mouth with his hand. "Don't speak," he mumbled. "That thought just made me sick."
"All you have to do is get him extremely drunk, seduce him, extract the information, and then get out."
"Easy for you to say," Harry mumbled. "How am I going to act normal among 'them'?" He referred to the gays. "How am I going to live after this mission?"
"You just need practice," Remus started, but Harry's horrified expression made him chuckle. "Not that kind of practice, you sicko! You're the one thinking such thoughts." Harry glared, then slumped into a chair, massaging his temples.
"So?" Remus asked, his pale hand holding a quill, ready to write Harry's response to the Council.
Harry rolled his green eyes. "Write this exactly as I say it: I will accept this mission for the sake of my career, but if things get out of hand, I'll rip the Council's guts out and feed them to the devil!"
