It takes place after the war. Both Harry and Draco have been working at the ministry.

Ginny and Harry broke up. After Harry admitted to being Bi Ginny surprised him and said she was too. They decided to take time apart and date people of their own gender. Harry tried to have a relationship with a gay muggle, but it was too hard lying about his life and not talking to him about all things magic. It ended when the man said he could not handle a relationship who's trust was one-sided. He left Harry, but Harry felt more relieved then upset. Ginny on the other hand was quite happy at the moment with a friend from the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team.

One late morning Kingsley Shacklebolt came into Harry's office. He placed a stack of various documents on the corner of his desk. Harry turned in his chair away from a form he was filling out to speak to Shacklebolt.

"I brought more "files" and reports. How is the case coming?" he asked Potter. Harry glanced at the stack, wondering what incident happened now.

"It is well under way. Ron and I have treated the victims wounds and wiped their memory for those 24 hours. They will have a muggle diagnosis of amnesia. We have the damage examined and found the source and are working on that part. We have caught one of the attackers, are tracking the second, and the third is giving us a hard time. The victims described them well and we have our suspicion on who it is but no current evidence." Harry reported. Shacklebolt nodded approvingly.

"Sounds like you and Ron have it under control, what does the press know?" he asked Potter.

"They are under the impression that the fire was from an oven left on and unattended. They think the minor wounds are from the falling debris during the the people's escape from the home," Harry replied.

"Very well. I have left you a new assignment that you will begin next week. once this case is closed you can have the weekend off. Good day." Shacklebolt left with a quick nod.

Harry sat down behind his desk and sorted through the stack of papers Shackelbolt had left on his desk. Some were related to his current case and others to the one he'd work on next week. As he got to the bottom of the stack he found a letter from Ginny. He opened it and read it.

Dear Harry,

It has been too long. We should meet at the Three Broom Sticks this weekend. I was sorry to hear things did not work out between you and Mark. I hope you are not discouraged. I know there is someone out there for you. I would like you to meet my friend Alex. Soon to be girlfriend if things keep on going the way they are now... Maybe we could go on a double date. We havn't done that in a very long time. Tell Ron to actually come home for Sunday dinner. He isn't married to work. He has Hermione who also needs some attention. No exceptions! It would be great for them and you... with a date , me with Alex and even Luna and Neville to all be together. Please just consider it.

With Love, Ginny xoxo

Harry sighed. He had not seen Neville and Luna in a long time. His stomach growled as he thought of Molly's cooking. There was only one problem. Who would he have as a date. He sighed again. It was Tuesday... it was not impossible to find a date by Sunday, but it was highly unlikely. Harry wrote a quick note to Ron repeating what Ginny had told him about the Sunday dinner.

Harry looked back at the stack it was down to two papers not in designated drawer or file case. The first was a not so friendly reminder from the archivists about a book overdue. The second was not addressed to him but... Malfoy. Harry blinked. How had it gotten in his pile.

Harry searched for a while before he found the overdue book. He might as well drop of Draco's parchment on his way to the archives. He knew Draco also worked at the ministry, but had only ran into him once before.

Harry made his way to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He had not expected Draco to work there when he was older, but also could not think of any alternatives. He walked down a hall studied the name plaques on the doors. When he reached Malfoy' s he knocked.

"Come in," Draco replied. Harry stepped inside the office. Draco had his back to Harry and was talking on the phone in... another language. Harry did not know Draco was bilingual. Draco held up a finger and said "Sorry one minute," in Harry's direction. Harry looked around the office. It was smaller then his but it had a clean sharp look. The walls were a fierce gray. There was a wide window behind Draco's desk. He also had a large file cabnet. There was a coffee pot and various object laying on a side table. Harry tentively walked closer to get a look. Draco was rumbling about something into the phone. Draco had stress ball, the coffee pot, a tie, loose parchment, keys, and a single picture frame on the side table. Harry went to pick up the picture. He wanted to decipher who was in it.

"Don't touch anything, I'll be with you in a moment," Draco called over his shoulder. He hung up. It was strange that Draco was using a phone Harry thought. "I'm sorry about the wait. You know how the.." Draco faltered. When he turned around Potter was in front of his desk. "Potter... What are you doing here?" Draco asked caught off guard. It had been years since he had talked to Harry.

"I work at the ministry as well," Harry replied. He had to resist his urge to smirk. He was holding the parchment for Draco behind his back.

"What are you doing here?" Draco revised. He eyed Harry. He looked fuller then he remembered. Stronger too. His face was the same. He still had those green eyes. His hair was still black and a mess. It had always been.

"Well I came to return this, it somehow ended up in a pile of my files," Harry handed over the parchment. He had been tempted, but had not read it. Draco took it and lay it on his desk with a pile of similar parchments. There was a pause of awkward silence. "Where you talking in a different language earlier," Harry asked. He knew the answer, but somehow felt the need to continue the conversation.

"Yes. I may not speak parciltongue like you, but I am fluent in five languages" Draco responded. He may have been exaggerating... Harry nodded. He looked at the blonde. He was taller and not as pale as he remembered. Don't get him wrong he was still pale. Draco Malfoy was the definition of pale, but he did not look like a ghost anymore. His eyes were still the same blue-gray that could cut right through you. His hair seemed to have become even more of a platinum blonde.

"I was not expecting you work in this department," Harry stated. Draco smirked.

"Well, believe it or not Potter, my charm and ability of persuasion make me perfect for the job, and like I said I speak more then one language." Harry nodded again. He should have expected Draco to still be a bit full of himself. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the door swung open. A women stepped in.

"Malfoy I have the," she looked up from what she was carrying and noticed Harry. She took a step back. "If this isn't a good time I could come back later," she said blushing.

"No. No. It's fine, I was just leaving. See you around Malfoy." Harry took his chance and left the room. Malfoy gave Harry a nod goodbye before the woman shut the door behind her. Harry sighed. "See you around," was the best he could say to his old "enemy." The bright lights in the room must have not only illuminated Draco's hair, but gotten to his head. Harry wondered what was in the package the woman had held. He made his way to the archives. Once there he returned his book to an annoyed archivist, he made his way back to his office. He wrote Ginny a responding letter.

Dear Ginny,

Don't worry about me. It is good that Mark and I stopped seeing each other. It was hard lying to him and trying to get closer at the same time. I'll gladly meet you after my shift Saturday. As for Sunday I informed Ron about your question, *coughcough, command. I will also join, but I can't promise to have a date. I hope Alex is everything you want, deserve, and more.

Harry