A/N: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except for the characters you do not recognize and the plot of this story. However much I wish the Wizarding World of Harry Potter was mine. . .sadly, it isn't. :) Reviews are welcomed with open arms!

It has been four years after the second war. The light side won, but many dear ones were lost. Our three most famous war hero's threw themselves into training to become auror's. Harry broke it off with Ginny 6 months after the battle. He couldn't handle it anymore. All the death's and pain he cause, he just secluded himself from the ones he loved. He worked hard and determinedly toward becoming an auror. Him being Harry Potter, threw him right to the top of the list. He was head of the department, Ronald Weasley went alongside him in training, becoming part of the elite auror squad.

Hermione worked twice as much as they did, coming up with a new department for the auror's. A healer team that was trained in both medicines and defense. She was head of the squad. All three of them had battle scars, formed tough outer shells, barely cracking smiles much-less laughing. Sure they went to Weasley functions, but it was never the same. They went on yearly visits to Hogwarts, sometimes teaching defense classes to seventh years. The year following the war; they and many other war hero's helped to resurrect the school that was their home for so long.

Ginny went through men like socks after that, and sometimes helped George at his shop.

Pansy Parkinson had run off to France with Daphne Greengrass, attempting to make new lives for themselves.

Draco Malfoy locked himself in to Malfoy Manor, restoring the place and ridding it of the evil; picking up his father's business before they lost everything. He was seldom seen around the Wizarding world and spent most nights drunk.

Blaise Zabini spent the last four years in Italy, partying wildly, drinking, and screwing foreign witches and muggles.

Zacharias Smith was said to be living in the America's.

Luna Lovegood stricken with grief about losing her father actually went a bit loony for a year in St. Mungos. When she was let out she took up on writing for the quibbler and toured Europe looking for the crumpled horn snorkack.

Lavender Brown had went off to India with the Patil Twins starting a new trendy fashion line called "Burning Phoenix"

Theodore Knott was living in the Muggle parts of London, last that they heard off him. Everyone was shattered and living either far away or secluded. This will, however, not be the case in about two weeks. See, the New Minister of Magic; Octavio Hawthorne had a plan. The numbers of witches and wizards in England were dwindling. The war hero's or fallen spies mentioned above were to be paired off and given potions to re-breed into the multiples.

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Hermione Jane Granger; Executive Head of the Auror Healer Squad; receiver of the Order of Merlin, First Class, the Dumbledore Award, the Potter Medallion and the founder of E.L.F.; War Hero; Smartest Witch of her Age; ex-head girl; Gryffindor.

Draconis Abraxian Malfoy; CEO and President of Malfoy International Inc., Lucien Trades, and Malfoy & Co.; Heir to Malfoy Fortune; receiver of the Severus Award; the Potter Medallion; fallen Spy; ex-death eater; Slytherin.

Harry James Potter; Head of Auror Department; Head of Elite Auror Squad; receiver of the Dumbledore Award, Founder of the Potter Medallion; War Hero; Boy-who-lived-twice-and-defeated-Voldemort; Gryffindor.

Daphne Veronic Greengrass; Part-time model for Channel, Gucci, Versace; Heir to Greengrass Fortune; Slytherin.

Ronald Billius Weasley; Part of the Elite Auror squad, receiver of the Potter Medallion; War Hero; Gryffindor.

Lavender Amber Brown; Founder, Owner, Co-Head Fashion Designer of "Burning Phoenix"; receiver of the Potter Medallion, FAB Award; War Hero; Gryffindor.

Blaise Anton Zabini; #1 on Italy's Hottest Wizard list, Part-time model for American Eagle, Ralph Lauren, and Armani, Heir to Zabini Fortune; Slytherin.

Luna Laura Lovegood; Owner, Publisher and Head Writer for the Quibbler; Explorer of unknown magical creatures; receiver of the Potter Medallion; War Hero; Ravenclaw.

Theodore Knott; Bartender, Heir to Knott Fortune, Slytherin.

Ginerva Molly Weasley; Part-time inventor/worker for WWW; receiver of the Potter Medallion; War Hero; Gryffindor.

Zacharias Smith; Traveler; Heir to Smith Fortune; Hufflepuff.

Pansy Parkinson; Part-time Model for Victoria Secret, Gucci, Burberry; Heir to Parkinson Fortune; Slytherin.

It was a cool September morning, as Octavio Hawthorne jovially walked towards his office. He flashed his Minister of Magic badge at his new secretary, showing his position. She seemed to get a bit flustered, seeing her new boss and he smiled in her direction to ease the nerves. He pushed open the door and sat in his lovely maroon plush chair.

"Have the potions finished yet?" he calmly asked her through the open door.

She squeaked in surprise. He listened as a flurry of papers were shuffled on her desk, to the scooting back of her chair, and the click of her heels as she walked into the office. He gave her a once over, from her shiny crème pumps, slightly tanned calves, tight brown pencil skirt, crème no-sleeve ruffled blouse, to finally her attractive face. He watched her pink lips purse a bit and her throat move as she swallowed lightly.

"Potions, sir?" she questioned in what seemed an American accent.

He cocked his head to the side in slight confusion. Hadn't he informed her to check on the potions for . . .? Oh, Right. She was a Newbie.

"My apologies. What is your name, dear?" he murmured.

"Joyce Applegate, Sir." She replied with a slight tint to her cheeks.

"Alright, Joyce. I want you to go down to the Ancient Potions Lab, on level 4 and request a Mr. Barnaby Strauss. Tell him the minister wants to discuss The Project."

He watched as she scribbled this quickly onto a little notepad.

She looked up, and asked "Anything else, Sir?"

He gave a nonchalant wave of the hand, dismissing her. She strode quickly over to her little cubicle, with him watching in earnest as her tight bum swayed from side to side. As she disappeared around the corner, he gave a sigh. He picked up his quill and begun to sign the 12 important letters that had to be sent out today.

When he finished that; he stamped each in the official ministry seal, enveloped them all and called for his owl Gemma. She came soaring in through the open window, settling on her perch. She lazily stuck out a foot to which he tied the letters to Mr. Potter, Mr. R. Weasley and Ms. Granger. He directed her to only give the letters to whom they were addressed to.

He then called 8 more ministry owls directing each one individually to Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Smith, Mr. Knott, Ms. G. Weasley, Ms. Lovegood, Ms. Brown and Misses Greengrass and Parkinson. As the last owl flew off there was a slight knock on the door.

He turned to face a slightly balding old man, with salt and pepper streaked hair. Brass rimmed glasses perched on the end of a long nose, charcoal eyes glinting intelligently up at him.

He smiled. "Hello, Mr. Strauss!" he walked over and ushered him into a seat. The old man inclined his head towards him, folding his agile hands in his lap.

"I was requested" he stated.

He nodded. "Yes, are the potions ready for The Project? The participants shall be coming around at 3 this afternoon."

The old man wrinkled his nose. "What do you take me for? In approximately 2 hours they shall be done and waiting for consumption. I have made 2 with twins, 2 with 4, and 2 with 6; just as you requested."

He clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "Thank you. You may leave."

The old man rose and calmly proceeded back to his Lab. Hawthorne poured himself a hearty glass of fire whisky, messaged his temples and rose his feet up onto his desk. He was reviewing what he was to say to the participants when they arrived. As he was mulling over his thoughts, a light clearing of the throat was heard. He glanced up and saw his new secretary. . . Jenna? Jane? Janet? Janice? Jackie? in the door way.

"Yes?" he questioned eyeing her over the top of his glass.

"Shouldn't you tell me about this project of yours?" she sniffed indignantly.

"No. I shouldn't, and I shan't. I want the Gold, Silver and Blue rooms cleaned, polished, catered to and available for my clients that will arrive at 3pm." He glanced at his watch. "It is now 9:30 am."

She nodded, scribbling away at her notepad again. "Anything else, Sir?

"Yes. I want you and the other secretary . . . the one who does the filing . . ."

She interrupted "Anna?"

He glared a bit at her, to which she stiffened a little at, much to his amusement. "Yes, you two. I want you guys waiting at the entrance ready to escort the guests to the silver and gold rooms. Men in the Silver, Women in the Gold. Once they are situated, I want you to put the intercom on and lock the doors as you leave. The only door open shall be the one to the adjoining blue room. Understood?"

She nodded and was making her way to the door, when he called her back.

"Yes?" she questioned.

"Come a bit closer, Dear." The slightest glint of lust in his eyes. She cautiously walked closer, standing right next to his raised feet. The scent of blueberries assaulted his nose. He dropped his feet, spreading his legs apart. He motioned her right in front of him. When she was standing right in front of him, he grabbed her skirt clad hips and pulled her to stand flush against him in between his legs. He heard her breath hitch and her notepad and quill hit the ground.

"Your very sexually arousing Miss." He whispered in her ear. "Quite the distraction really" he gently jerked his hips into her. His lips crashed down onto hers and she tentatively responded. As 5 minutes passed by of sensual kisses he pulled away from her. A soft moan escaping her lips at the loss of contact. She shifted her blouse and rearranged her hair a bit, bending down to gather her things. He slapped her arse playfully and said "we'll continue this later."

She blushed and scampered down the hall to find Anna. He grinned to himself. She was about 20 something and he was at the ripe age of 36. He shrugged it off, who cared really? He was the Minister of Magic, and even the savior Potter will listen to his command.

A/N: Review PLEASE! tell me what you think so far . . . Do you want the next chapter to be just Hermione, Harry, or Draco's P.O.V? OR do you want everyone?