The feud between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had all been put to the side. Draco was now working alongside of the once famous Harry Potter. He was an Auror after months and months of nasty court battles and the Daily Prophet slowly destroying his reputation, it was finally over. Draco's name was cleared of any wrong doing, the court stated that his father had brainwashed him to do the Dark Lord's biding. It wasn't completely inaccurate, but Draco still felt bad about his lawyer throwing his father reputation out like that.

About a month after the war had ended, Lucius Malfoy was hit with a court date to appear. Draco remembered going out on date with Pansy Parkinson and when he came home, his mother and father had fled the country. All they left him was a note and the deed to their British Mansion. Three and half years later, he still had no clue where they were. All he knew was he now had complete access to his inheritance.

His 21st birthday was fast approaching; the only true friend he had left was Blaise Zabini. Once Draco began the nasty court cases, Pansy had left him for a Qudditch player. He wasn't at all surprise and honestly he was relieved, she was getting on his nerves after all.

"Hey bloke! An owl just dropped off this for you." Blaise mumbled walking into Draco's kitchen. Even though Draco could afford to live by himself because his mansion was paid off, it got lonely once Pansy moved out.

Blaise got kicked out of his flat three months ago, so naturally Draco just told him to stay with him. He rarely saw him because Blaise still liked to party, it came with his job sort of. He was a promoter for the Ministry of Magic. If they were seeing the Minister of Magic, it was Blaise's job to show them a good time.

"Brown barn owl." He handed a thick envelope to Draco.

The second Blaise said brown barn owl; he knew it was from his parents. Draco took a deep breath before tearing it open.

Dearest Draco,

Happy birthday! Your father and I have been following your cases very closely. You are doing a fantastic job; you are making the Malfoy name great again. As I am sure, you have already figured out we still owe you a great deal of money. The money you received on your 18th birthday was a trust fund set up by your grandparents when they discovered I was pregnant. The trust fund we set up for you will not be given to you till you marry. I heard from some of my friends, eight months ago you and that Pansy girl broke up. I wanted to warn you that your father is very serious about this money. I thought I should tell you of what you must do in order to get it plus it about time you settle down.

Happy 21st birthday, my dear. I miss you every day.

Love,

Your mother.

Draco rolled his eyes and placed the letter down. All it ever was about was money when it came to his parents. He had grown out of that a long time ago, once he realized how hard you needed to work to have money.

"Parents?" Blaise muttered after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yes apparently I must marry before I see a gallon of my inheritance from my parents." Draco growled.

"Do you really need it?" Blaise chuckled. He leaned back in his chair, "Your grandparents left you 5 million gallons."

"I don't but if my accountant is correct in his calculations, I should be getting nearly 50 million gallons from my parents. That money from my grandparents is nearly gone, thanks to the court. It would be nice to have and beside it would piss my father off terrible if I take it." Draco mumbled.

Blaise chuckled and shook his head, "Better find you a lady then. Hopefully those two new aurors, one of them is an attractive female."

Draco nodded and stood up, "Well, I'll be seeing today. Potter is introducing them at this morning's meeting." Draco pulled on his cloak and made his way towards the fireplace. He paused and stuck his head back into the kitchen, "Don't make the house-elves do all the cleaning. They keep running to Granger about it and it is getting rather annoying."

Blaise rolled his eyes and waved Draco off.

000

"Do we know who exactly is joining today, Weasley?" Draco whispered leaning across the table. Ron Weasley shrugged and went back to talking to Neville. Ron had just recently proposed to Hermione. And Neville, well Draco wasn't really too sure about his love life. He didn't talk to him much.

The only person Draco really spoke to was a man by the name of Scott McMillan. He actually had graduated two years before Draco and was a Ravenclaw; apparently he was the keeper for their Qudditch team when Draco became a seeker in his second year.

He was engaged to a woman that worked alongside Granger, who was actually from America. The American Ministry of Magic sent her to work with Granger because they were overstaffed.

"I really hope its two women, who are hideous." Scott chuckled.

"Why would you wish that upon me?" Draco grumbled.

"Because you just now want to get married to get money. Don't you think that is a tad bit cruel for whatever girl you come across?" Scott said seriously. That's what Draco liked about him; he put him in his place when he needed to. Draco always grew up with people letting him push them around because of his last name. It was refreshing to have someone stand up to him.

"You think I won't-" Draco was cut off by Potter walking into the room with a grin on his face.

"Alright you lot. I'm sure you want to meet the newbies. First let me introduce: Roderick Bartley."

A slim man walked in. His head was shaven and his nose was ridiculously crooked. He was not an attractive bloke to say the least. He was tall and wasn't standing up straight at all which made him look even more disgusting. He seemed like a sloppy person; Draco was not going to get along with him. He could already tell.

"Roderick graduated a year ago and was a Hufflepuff. Ron and Neville will be training you for about six months and then we will pair you with someone! Welcome to the team." Potter said excitedly. Weasley gestured for Roderick to sit next to him and shook his hand firmly.

Draco felt himself slumped in his seat, he already had a bad feeling the next person was either going to be a man or a hideous woman. Scott nudged Draco and gave him a grin. Draco glared at him and kicked the back of Scott's chair.

"Next is Isadora Zurlou!"

Draco sat up a little, that name sounded so familiar.

A short woman walked in and Draco felt his heart jump to his throat.

"Isadora graduated with us! You were a Slytherin, weren't you?" Potter asked. Isadora smirked and nodded. Scott glanced back at Draco and Draco saw Scott's mouth was slightly open. And he had every right. Isadora Zurlou was gorgeous. She was short but her legs looked so long and muscular.

She had dirty blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Her eyes, Draco could never forget her eyes. They were a gorgeous gold color with a hint of brown. She had this gorgeous smile, the type of smile that makes men weak.

"She did a bit of traveling and finally decided to join us. I thought since you most likely know Draco, you would be more comfortable training with him and Scott. So welcome as well!" Potter clapped Isadora on the back and she stumbled forward before shoot Potter a little glare before walking towards Draco and Scott.

Scott gave Draco a look that clearly read, you owe me an explanation. Isadora sat down next to Draco and gave him a smile, "Good to see you again, Draco."

"Um yeah. Nice to see you again as well. How have you been? Last time I heard you were traveling around Australia." Draco was trying so hard not to stutter.

"I traveled everywhere for a while. It was how I coped with the war." She whispered. Draco was about to response when Potter began giving out cases. He handed three folders to Scott and he opened it, Draco peeked over his shoulder and Isadora stood up walking over to Scott.

"I'm Scott by the way. Please to meet you." Scott said grinning.

"Isadora." She gave him a grin and Draco could have sworn he saw Scott blush.

"Well this is going to be difficult case. Three purebloods murdered last night." Draco grumbled. He knew exactly why Potter gave this to them. Recently, there had been an increase of murder against purebloods. Draco and Scott had both pointed out it could be a revenge plot from the war but Potter said it couldn't be possible.

"The family's name is Frost. Mother and father killed along with their 14 year old son. Merlin, that's awful." Isadora whispered.

"Let's head over to their house to look around." Scott muttered.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom real quick." Isadora muttered.

"Perfect, we will meet in the lobby. I was going to go grab something quick to eat." Scott said nudging Draco. Isadora disappeared out of the room while Draco and Scott headed towards the elevators. Once Scott saw that Isadora was out of sight, he turned on Draco and quickly pulled him into the elevator.

"First floor, please." Scott said quickly. "What was with that face earlier?" Scott asked. He quickly reached up and grabbed a handle. Draco followed his lead and felt the familiar jerk forward then they dropped quickly. The door opened and a computer voice answered them, "First Floor."

Draco stepped out with Scott and let out a sigh.

"I grew up with her."

"I got that much." Scott muttered.

"She used to be really good friends with Daphne Greengrass. I stayed far away from her, mostly because she intimidated the shite out of me. Most Slytherin pureblood women are raised to be modest and meek like you know. Isadora, not in the slightest, I'm sure she drove her parents mad. If Isadora wasn't happy or thought something was unfair, you knew it." Draco muttered as they walked over to a food stand.

"One coffee please with whatever that fruity thing is." Scott mumbled. He handed over his money and took his food from the woman. Draco ordered a cup of tea along with some sort of bread. Draco dropped the money in the woman's hand and picked up his order.

Scott found a table near the elevator and plopped down. Draco sat facing the elevator so he knew if Isadora was walking towards them.

"She's beautiful. I'm assuming you'll go after that." Scott said.

"Merlin no. She would never go for me." Draco muttered. He knew that for a fact, he had tried asking her out for the Yule Ball and she turned him down. She was one of the reasons he began dating Pansy. Of course, now that he thought about it, it wasn't her fault she turned him down.

It was actually Theodore Nott's fault.

"I asked her out for the Yule Ball. Nott beat me to it though." Draco said. Scott snorted and looked around quickly before looking back at Draco.

"You let that slime ball beat you?"

"I didn't exactly have a say. He overheard me talking to Crabbe and Blaise about my crush on her, so he did it to get back at me. I honestly think he only did it to throw it in my face and he somehow fell in love. They dated till sixth year and she broke up with him. He went crazy." Draco paused; he didn't want to tell Scott her whole life story.

"I'll just warn you now; she does not like to be touched." Draco added. He watched Isadora walked towards them. She was wearing a black dress that was just above her knees, she wore black boots that had a slight heel to it and on top she wore a long purple coat.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

"Yes. Let's get to it!" Scott grinned.

Another reason Draco knew he would never go after Isadora was because if she found out he just wanted to get married because of money... well she would kill him in the most painful way possible.