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Nearly five years have passed since the second wizarding war, and Draco is now working in the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. He honestly didn't want to be one but his father insisted, saying it would look good to the public if the son of a former Death Eater, as he, were to become an Auror. It will be sure to soften their reputation amongst society.

They have already donated thousands upon thousands of galleons to charity and attended all of the important social functions, but his father said that wasn't enough. Draco willingly became an Auror for his family, yes and also because he truly didn't, and still doesn't, know what he wanted as a career.

Draco just took it to pass the time, until he could find out what he really wants in life. The wizard sighed as he finished his paperwork. They were all suspicious of him when he came to register and most were giving him a hard time too. The tests and assignments were the most difficult he had ever had to face, besides having to be a servant to the Dark Lord of course.

But the wasted time and effort was worth seeing the look on their smug faces – Potter's and Weasley's, when he passed and his mark was ranked one of the highest. As if it mattered.

Paperwork! It was the only thing he's assigned to do – BLOODY PAPERWORK! No action like any of the other Aurors, nothing exciting or fun – NOTHING BUT BLOODY PAPERWORK! THIS IS ALL BLOODY POTTER'S FAULT!

Just because he's the head of the department he thinks he can do anything he bloody well pleases! Draco snorted - Weasley and Granger too – they think they're better than him. He caught them laughing at him earlier today in the break room. It was disgusting, can't they go snog in her office. He'd rather claw his eyes out then watch them flirt out right in the open. Granger, he can understand but with Weasel's brain how did he even get a proper job?

It's only because the new Minister of Magic was a former member of their Order of the Stupids. Its favoritism! Just like back at Hogwarts with Dumbledore. Draco took deep breaths trying to relax and finish the mountain of parchment on his desk. The more he thought about his poor state the angrier he got and the more the paperwork seems pile up. It was late and he wanted to get home and relax for the weekend.

Finally done! Draco mentally patted himself on the back. Now he can go home. He grabbed a handful of floo power and was about to shout Malfoy manor when, all of a sudden, he remembered he left an important document on a table during a meeting.

He dropped the floo power back on the bowl and reluctantly went to go find it, hopefully no one took it accidently or purposely. It was a very important document and, no matter how much he hated it, he knew he had to bring it and finish it at home.

Draco found it and tucked it in his suitcase. He was about to leave again when, all of a suddenly, he heard an explosion. While running to see what happened he couldn't help but wonder who was still working this late, it was far pass midnight.

He reached the potions lab, or what was left of it, and found the whole room charred. He would have left but there was a time card, which was enchanted to record everyone's work hours, what time they entered the ministry and what time they leave. When the inspectors come to investigate this, they will see that he left after the explosion and will pull him in for question.

Draco walked around the remains of what use to be a potions lab, only nothing was left. The table was scorched as were the walls, and floor. It would be miracle if anyone even survived this. Speaking of survivors, Draco began to wonder where exactly was the wizard or witch responsible for this mess.

"Granger?" Draco was shocked to find one of the banes of his existence, lying unconscious on the floor under the rubble. The next thing Draco knew he had grabbed her and floo them to his penthouse on the next hearth.

Reasons why he took her were obvious. If Potter sees her in this condition he will think Draco was responsible for the explosion, to get back at him for putting him on paperwork duty. He couldn't leave her lying there to die, the time cards, which he will have to get a hold of and change the time. He can't take her to St. Mungos either, there will be too many questions, which he couldn't answer at the moment.

She'll only stay in his penthouse until he finds a solution out of this, one that can't be tied back to him. Draco told that to himself as he placed her on the bed in guest room. He did a quick spell to clean her up and decided to think about this more in the morning, seeing as he has till Monday to sort things out. Yawning, he waved his wand to change to his bedclothes and dropped on his bed.

The next morning, she was still not awake. So, Draco took the time to decide what to do. Sneak into the ministry, get the time card, clean up the mass in the lab, find out where Granger lives and dump her back in her own house. He refuse be the scapegoat to Little Miss Know It All's mistakes.

Draco went to his guest room after he heard her groaning. He decided to give her a few drops of sleeping drought to keep her from ruining his plans. He had the glass with the sleeping drought in his hand and was going to splash it on her face the second she woke up or he could have found a better way for her to ingest it, but he liked this plan better.

He knew if Granger were to wake up in his bed she will go mental and try to hex him. Fortunately, he was able to find her wand earlier and had it tucked away in his pocket.

She was stirring, about to come to. Draco had the glass ready, hovering above her face, slightly tipping it as her eyes opened ever so slowly.

"Where am I?" She groaned her eyes half opened.

At that point Draco thought to hit her full force with the water and pulled his hand back to pour it all on her, surely she will swallow some of it. But the next words she udder, stopped him dead on his tracks.

"Who am I?" She looked around confused. "Who are you?"

Draco held the glass in his hand firmly. Was she faking it or did she really lose her memory in that explosion? By the mystified look she gave him he knew she wasn't faking it. Knowing all of this, suddenly a wick idea came to him in that Slytherin mind of his.

"What ever do you mean, love?" Draco made his eyes widen with surprised and forge hurt in his tone of voice, "You're Hermione and I am your husband Draco…"