A/N: Special treat another chapter! After this we'll update on the weekends! This was written by me and edited be Kiwi :) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Five Years Have Past

It had been five years since that explosive night between Harry and Draco. They hadn't spoken nor seen each other, but at a mere glance since then. They worked in entirely different departments at the ministry. Harry worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts with Arthur Weasley on Level 2 of the Ministry. Draco worked in the Department of Mysteries on Level 9 specifically with cursed dark objects. The odds of them passing were highly unlikely not to mention that they worked different hours. Harry worked during the morning hours to late afternoon whereas Draco worked from the early afternoon to late evening hours (less people around).

Neither one ever forgot that evening though. They thought about it often probably the reason they never settled down with anyone. Their subconscious wouldn't let this perfect match find anyone else less than perfect. Their lives were more intertwined then they wanted to admit. Their two best friends were engaged, Hermione and Blaise. Ron and Luna had a whirlwind romance out of nowhere and were happily married now. Pansy had met some sexy Italian on vacation one year and she has been in bliss since then. Neville was still a bachelor along with Draco and Harry, but he wasn't settling down because he was traveling the world studying different plants not because he couldn't see what was right in front of his face like Harry and Draco.

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Harry walked down the corridor from the floo network to the lifts to head into his office. He walked along seemingly lost in thought totally on automatic pilot. He often wondered why he had decided to go into the department he did because it was bloody boring. Nothing exciting ever happened and while that had been appealing at first after five years it was starting to get rather dull. He sighed loudly as he pressed the button to go to Level Two. A hand shot out before the doors closed admitting Kingsley Shacklebolt's assistant. Harry smiled kindly at the young wizard who looked utterly frightened.

"Are you alright, Ben?" Harry asked in concern.

"Don't talk to me. Don't talk to me. He will get you too. He'll have your head I just know it. He'll come and find you and he'll have your head," Ben muttered over and over again.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the man completely confused. "Ben, are you drunk or something?"

"Drinking is bad. Drinking is so bad. We can't get caught drinking. He will come for us and he will not be kind. This isn't good. This isn't good at all," Ben mumbled again.

Harry was getting slightly worried over the normally collected and calm assistant of the Minister of Magic. "Ben, who is coming for you?" Harry asked.

"Shut up! Don't say his name! Don't ask questions that you don't want to hear the answers to! Shut up!" Ben cried utterly frantic. The lift stopped and the doors dinged open sending Ben jumping a foot in the air. He ran out of the lift and Harry nearly closed the doors to continue to his floor, but his intuition decided otherwise. He stepped out and followed in the direction that Ben had gone.

"Mr. Potter? What brings you to this level today?" Shari, Kingsley's receptionist asked.

"I need to have a word with Kingsley please. It's important," Harry told her.

"Well, Ben has just gone in there. Let me see if he'll see you. Please wait over there," Shari replied.

She reached over and pressed a button to alert Kingsley of Harry's presence. He sounded a bit unnerved at the moment and Harry suspected that it was because Ben was going off about the same things he was in the lift.

"Mr. Potter, he will see you now," Shari said after a few moments as she gestured towards the double doors to his office. Harry strode over and before reaching the knob they opened to reveal an even more frazzled Ben coming out of Kingsley's office. He didn't even look at Harry before he made a beeline for his desk and began working furiously on something. Harry watched him for a moment and then stepped into Kingsley's office closing the doors behind them.

"Good morning Harry. What can I do for you?" Kingsley greeted.

"Good morning sir. Well, I was in the lift with Ben and well he's giving me a bad feeling. I think something is wrong with him," Harry said getting right to the point.

"Yes, he came in here spouting off something about someone coming for my head or something along those lines. I've already called St. Mungos to get someone over here to take him to the hospital to get evaluated. He just came back from a vacation so I'm not quite sure what happened while he was gone," Kingsley explained.

Harry thought for a moment before responding. "Where did he go?" Harry asked finally.

"He went to Romania for a week. I guess he has a sister or something that lives there. Anyway, that's where he was. If I'd known he was going to come back like this I wouldn't have granted him the time off," Kingsley replied.

Harry looked up in slight alarm. "Romania? We've had a lot of reports coming in about some problems with muggle objects being used for immoral purposes. You don't think he may have come in contact with something there do you?" Harry questioned.

Kingsley looked deep in thought. He nodded his head as he thought. "It's very possible I think. Hmm, let's find out what the healers say and see what we can get out of Ben before I send you off to look for the object," Kingsley suggested.

Harry felt his excitement swell. Finally something exciting to do! Excellent! He thought happily. "Alright sir, keep me posted and keep your guard up just in case it's something else that is wrong with him," Harry said.

Kingsley nodded as Harry exited the room. On the way back to the lifts Harry passed two healers that were coming to take Ben away. Harry watched them for a moment before getting into the lift and heading to his office.

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The next two days passed slowly for Harry. He was waiting impatiently to find out if he was going to be able to go on this mission. Finally Kingsley sent word that Harry was to come to his office right away. Harry leapt up from his desk and ran all the way to his office. He flew past Shari's desk and burst through the doors of Kingsley's office barley able to contain his excitement.

"I'm here sir," He said through deep breaths. Kingsley stared at him in amusement and then he became serious.

"Harry, I have found out a bit more about Ben's condition. He visited his sister in Constanta which is along the Black Sea. She can't recall anything that he may have come in contact with that would cause this change and when he left her home he was completely fine. My guess is that in the time that he left her home and walked to a nearby apparition point about a mile away he came into contact with something to cause this reaction. The healers are not sure what they need to do to help him. He has become increasingly frantic over the past two days and they have gone as far as putting him in a magically induced coma. This is serious. I am sending you to Romania tonight to find this object and destroy it before it gets in the wrong hands. You will meet someone else there at your hotel that will help you achieve this. It is imperative that you are careful. We don't know what this object is or what the exact ramifications of it are so be careful. Report back to me constantly to let me know what you have found. Keep this close to you in case there is more to this then we've learned already," Kingsley explained.

Harry nodded feeling his excitement ebb a bit into worry about what exactly he was getting himself into. He said good bye and quickly left Kingsley's office to get ready for his trip to Romania.

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Harry landed in a small airport in Constanta, Romania. He glanced around at the area taking in the beautiful trees and landscape. He could see the mountains in the distance and hear the sea that was nearby. It was beautiful and Harry could see why this would be a great place to vacation. He was staying in Mamaia at one of the many resorts. Why not enjoy himself while he was hunting for an object that instilled fear in someone? He took a taxi from the airport to the resort.

That place was even more beautiful then he imagined. There was a white sandy beach that stretched for miles in front of the hotel. The water was a beautiful deep blue color and Harry found himself wanting to completely bypass finding his partner and taking a nice long walk along the beach. Mission first, pleasure last. He thought as he turned to get out of the taxi and enter the hotel. He walked over to the front desk.

"Hello, my name is James Evans and I am checking in," He told the agent. Kingsley had promised to use an alias while he went on this trip to keep things safer for him.

"Good evening Mr. Evans. You're guest has already checked in and is waiting for you in the lounge. You are in room 415 with a sea view," The woman replied with a slight accent and a friendly smile.

"Thank you," Harry replied as he took his own key and headed towards the lounge. He had been thinking about who might be his partner on this venture since he knew he was coming here. He wasn't sure what department Kingsley would pull someone from and only hoped that it was someone he could get along with.

He walked into the lounge looking for anyone that he recognized. His eyes settled on the back of a blond head that was sitting at the bar. Harry felt his heart skip a beat. Merlin, you hate me don't you? Please tell me this isn't who I think it is. Please. Harry begged. He stared at the blond and watched as he turned around. Molten silver eyes met emerald eyes and Harry felt his stomach drop. You do hate me Merlin, but man is he sexy. No, he is not! Don't say that! He punched you the last time you acted on your feelings! Harry scolded himself as he stared back at Draco Malfoy.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise at seeing Harry standing there. Is it possible for him to get hotter? I didn't think it was possible. Shut up, you can't think that about him. He's an insufferable git who violated you with his soft, luscious lips. Oh bollocks! Draco thought as he had his own inward battle over Harry. (If only they knew what the other was thinking.) He stood clutching his drink in his hand like his life depended on it. He replaced his surprised expression with the trademark Malfoy smirk and approached Harry.

"Well, well, Potter, fancy meeting you here," Draco drawled. Harry fought the urge to look the blond up and down.

"Yes, fancy that. What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked with his own smirk.

"It appears that we are each other's contacts. Although I can't imagine why on earth our departments would have anything to do with each other," Draco commented.

"Well, I don't think it's something that should be discussed here. Shall we go upstairs and get settled so I can brief you on the matter at hand?" Harry questioned mustering up as much kindness as possible which was very little.

"Your room or mine?" Draco asked with a wink as he turned to walk out of the lounge.

Harry blushed at the suggestive remark and followed after him. Draco was standing in front of the lifts waiting for the doors to open. "What room are you in Malfoy?" Harry asked after he had calmed his nerves.

"Four-fifteen, what about you?" Draco replied.

Harry stopped and stared at him. "No, I'm in four-fifteen."

Draco scoffed. "Potter, really? I am. They must have given you the wrong room number."

Harry glared at him and turned on his heel and went back to the front desk. Draco followed his eyes glancing at Harry's arse. Merlin, when did he get that? Oh, right, he's always had a fine arse. Draco thought a slight blush creeping up his face.

"Excuse me, what room is James Evans in?" Harry asked the front desk woman.

"You're in 415 Mr. Evans," She replied.

"How can I be if Mr. Black is in that room as well?" Harry demanded.

"Sir, when the reservations were made, you and Mr. Black were registered for the same room. I apologise, but we have no other rooms available," the woman responded.

Harry stared at her for a moment as did Draco. Harry gave the woman a small smile and then turned to walk back to the lifts Draco following behind as well. They rode up in silence not looking at each other. When the doors opened they made their way to their room. Harry fiddled with the key in his pocket as did Draco. They reached the door at the same time both with their keys out. They made it to the lock at the same time and battled momentarily over who would open the door. Finally Draco shoved Harry out of the way and unlocked the door. Harry nearly shoved him back, but stopped himself. He settled for a glare and walked into the room after him. The view was remarkable. They could see for miles out the large windows. They both gasped at the view and then blushed slightly at each other.

After a few moments Draco cleared his throat and stepped away. He looked around the small room and noted that there was a small couch, a desk, a double bed and an expansive bathroom. He turned his nose up at the bed and couch, but marveled at the ornate bathroom.

"Well, we've got this small room, but the bathroom is exquisite," Draco commented.

Harry turned from the window and stared in horror at the bed and the couch. "You've got to be kidding me," He muttered.

"What was that Potter?" Draco asked his voice echoing in the bathroom.

Harry walked over to the closet throwing it open and pulling out another blanket and pillow. He walked over to the couch and tossed them on it. He slipped his shoes off and climbed in trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable. Draco came out of the bathroom and walked over to Harry.

"What are you doing Potter?" Draco asked.

"I'm going to sleep Malfoy, what else would I be doing?" Harry muttered angrily.

"Why are you sleeping on that dreadful couch?" Draco asked.

"Because I figured you'd want the bed so instead of fighting with you I took the couch and no it won't get any bigger, for one because there is no room and two enlarging it won't work. So good night Malfoy and we'll talk about the case in the morning," Harry replied angrily.

Draco rolled his eyes and sauntered over to the bed. "Suit yourself Potter. Good night."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned his back on Draco. He was in for a long and uncomfortable night.