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Chapter 2

"Malfoy, open up!"

Draco curls into the armchair, pulling his novel closer to his face and trying to focus on the words.

The bell chimes and more incessant knocking. Damn, how did he break into my wards to reach the front door? Draco glared at the page in front of him.

"Malfoy!"

Draco scowls up from his position in his sitting room. He pulls out his wand and casts a silencio towards the direction of the door.

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"Hey Dray.."

He looks away from the screen in front of him to look at her. Pansy was leaning next to the big red machine meant to dispense fountain drinks. She popped a single popcorn in between her red lips, "Why is Harry Potter sending me letters and showing up at my house demanding to know how to get in touch with you."

Draco smirked, "Pans, he's been concussed too many times I don't know what else to tell you."

Pansy laughed, coming in to rescue a very lost Draco and pressing a manicured finger to the red circle that said 'Coca-Cola.' A spray of white and black started pouring into the large cup in his hand. "'Your soulmate's an idiot."

Draco hums, "Not my soulmate." He turns to her, capping a lid on the soft drink. "Come on, let's watch this ...movie?"

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The WWN was softly playing an acoustic melody in the background of the office as Draco completed magically binding a few new hire training manuals. He placed them at the corner of his desk as a short, balding man slowly entered., shoes scrapping against the dark maroon carpet.

"Um..."

Draco looked up and stared expectantly at him. No one usually comes into the office, choosing to correspond with the WR department via owls and memos.

The man looked around the small office, glancing back to the see the name printed on the frosted glass door. Draco understands the surprise, most people forgot he still works in the building, with all his work done and written behind the name of Lampley or Bones.

"I-" He looks at Draco once more, eyes darting down to his right arm.

Draco almost laughs. What a fool... doesn't even know on which arm the Dark Mark is and he's acting as if Draco will put out his wand. "Can I help you?

He seems to settle himself and steps deeper into the office. "Yes, I came to see what do I do about changing my vault number for my pay deposits?"

Draco immediately opens up the drawer on his right and begins to look for the form. "Fill this out, have Gringotts stamp it and then return it." He pulls out the sheet and floats it to him without bothering to look.

"And who do I turn it into?" The sheet is taken with two careful fingers

Your mother. Draco thinks. "Just return it to me, I'll process it." Draco responds pulling another file towards himself and grabbing his quill.

He can hear the man shuffle awkwardly, "Is there somewhere else?" Draco grips his quill knowing he actually meant someone else. "It's just... it's my personal information."

Draco's lip couldn't stop itself from curling back. As if he wanted anything to do with his bank information. He himself had more than the pathetic man in front of him can begin to save up in five lifetimes. "You do realize I already have access to to it all right? Your address, your family, your medical records." He turned to him, shaking his head at this man's stupidity.

The man in front of him scowled. "Not right if you ask me. Death Eater scum like you shouldn't be allowed in this building, taking an honest job from someone more deserving."

Draco rolls his eyes and turns back to his desk.

"You should be rotting in Azkaban, you murderous-"

The sudden cut off of the man's tiring spiel had Draco's head whipping back and his hand closer to his wand.

The man was still staring at Draco, eyes wide and accusing. His mouth opening and closing, obviously speaking, but zero sound coming out. Draco's eyes were already looking behind him towards the door when the man also turned his back on Draco to see the source of magic.

The man steps back closer to Draco and Draco snorts.

Potter stood at the entrance of the office, two cups of what has to be some variation of caffeine in his hands, tall, imposing, and with the embodiment of authority in his eyes as he stares down the stranger. There's something like a sizzle in the air and Draco feels goosebumps cover his arms. Potter speaks, voice low and face hard, "Don't speak to him that way. Ever."

Potter voice holds promise and the man can only nod. Potter tilts his head behind him, "Leave." The whimpering man scrambles to pass Potter as he exits.

Draco raises his eyebrows, impressed that the Gryffindor Golden Boy doesn't hold back when inspiring fear to a civilian. It was almost Slytherin.

Draco turns back to his work now that the office is one person less and ignores Potter as he feels him reign in his magic. He swears he feels Potter's magic sweep over him one last time, almost like a caress on his arm before its gone again.

"Malfoy, I – Can I call you Draco?"

"No." Draco breathes out a laugh trying to concentrate on what he has to do next. Hmm... ID's. Need to schedule appointments for new hires to come in to take their photo. Draco dips his quill into the inkwell.

"What are you playing at Malfoy?"

Draco looks up at that. Potter is standing closer now, hands still carrying those cups.

"You've ignored all my owls asking you out for coffee. You refuse to look at me for more than a second." Damn, Draco winced. He did go back to look at his desk. "I had to spend almost an hour walking around the ministry trying to find this office and you're still acting like – this," Harry points towards his shoulder. Ah, there it is. "-is the worst thing to happen."

"Well..." Draco tilts his head.

Potter growls, stepping up to his desk and slamming a cup in front of him. "Look I wasn't exactly ecstatic either but you didn't have to run from me. We need to talk."

Draco sighs and swivels his chair to look at him. He shakes his head as he looks into Potter's face. He looks hopeful and so so earnest, but Draco is quick to give him a dose of reality. "You must be someone polyjuiced as Potter. The real Potter would know how crazy that sounds. I was a death eater and you're Saint Potter, boy who could do no wrong. Obviously there was a mistake. Potter, you and I-" Draco points his fingers between both of their bodies. "We wouldn't work. Hell, there might be a full investigation into me if this comes out."

Harry shook his head, black curls bouncing along with it. "What are you saying. We're soul-"

"Oof, don't say it." Draco huffs, turning back to his papers.

Potter grabs the back of his chair and rolls him completely out.

Draco cannot believe his luck. Where was Bones when he needed a witness. "How very dare you. This is harassment."

"You're my soulmate. We're matched. Legally-"

Draco cut him off again, "Potter, I suggest you stock up on pepper-up potions and lots of orange juice because trust me. You and I, it's.. it's laughable." He forces out a smile, trying to make Potter see how crazy it was.

Potter just stared at him, hurt. "Of course, the person meant to love me wants nothing to do with me."

"How melodramatic." Draco scowls. Potter remains silent and Draco begins to fidget under his stare. He refuses to deny or confirm what the other man said and instead eyes the bright red cup sitting on his desk. He points his chin in it's direction, hoping to change the subject. "What is that?"

"Coffee." Potter responds softly, moving it closer to him. "From that new coffee shop, Daverly's that opened up next to Fortescue's. Figured I'd bring it to you."

Draco carefully picks up the cup, only touching the cardboard sleeve around its middle. He sniffs the small opening and almost closes his eyes in content. He is embarrassed to admit he loves the smell of coffee.

Potter continued staring at him as he tentatively takes his first sip. It's not hot anymore, but at least adequately warm. It's actually bloody delicious though and Draco take another grateful swallow. "Thank you Potter."

Potter nods and takes a step back, letting go of Draco's chair as Draco finally relaxes in his seat without the brunette's body so close. "Is your coworker out for lunch?"

Draco's grey eyes flicker to Bone's empty desk before going back to Potter. He merely nods.

Draco places his coffee down on the table with a groan as Potter wandlessly and silently summon Bones' desk chair over to Draco's desk. It rolls on command to a stop next to Potter and he settles himself down with his own cup of coffee meeting his lips. Draco gives him an incredulous look.

Boy Wonder just smirks and shrugs. "I have nowhere to be for the next 20 minutes."

Elegant eyebrows raise, "Well if you're taking away my choice knowing I'm not allowed to leave, stay. I'm just going to focus on work."

On cue, Potter swallows and looks down at his cup in guilt, "Fuck..." He starts nodding his head and gets up. "Okay, I'll go but I'll bring you coffee tomorrow, okay?"

Draco isn't given a chance to respond before Potter starts walking out. Alone now, he lets out a small laugh and hides his small smile with another mouthful of coffee as the WWN begins a faster tune in the otherwise too quiet office.

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"Mr. Malfoy!"

"Malfoy, look over here!"

"Can you confirm you're Harry Potter's soulmate?"

"Is it true his mark is You-Know-Who's snake?"

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco's pupils were blown wide, flashes of light all he could see everywhere. He's currently on the concrete steps to one of the Ministry's side entrances, the one leading out to a Wizarding neighborhood.

Stupid Potter and his stupid big-mouth friends. Bet it was one of them.

Draco holds his breath as he starts making his way down the steps, shoving past the rude crowding photographers.

"Mr. Malfoy, is this why he testified on your behalf?"

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco quickly pulled out his wand and a few of reporters around him immediately stepped back. The flashes began in earnest. He scoffed at their fear and quickly transfigured a pen from his coat pocket into sunglasses, shoving them on his face to avoid being blinded and quickly making his way to the nearest apparition point. Out of all the days. He forgot to turn on his Floo Network before he left his house this morning, having it turned off in case Potter decided to say screw it and choosing the slow commute to work on the rare sunny day.

The reporters followed and the yells became louder and frequent.

His ears rung for hours after.

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"Where is he?" Draco grumbles into his scarf, the cool wind already turning his nose and cheeks pink. The sooner they can get to their destination, the sooner Draco can leave. He's promised his mother he would be staying at the Manor this weekend and is expected for brunch with her in the morning.

Unfortunately, Greg is making them all wait in the cold. Astoria locked elbows with Pansy as they both tried to huddle close. Blaise was smoking his second cigarette a couple feet away. They were all waiting for Greg outside his home, expecting him to have been inside but apparently not.

"At least we got you away from those reporters. How long have they been outside your house Draco?"

Draco narrows his eyes in thought, staring at the muggles that are passing by them, entering the busy Italian restaurant behind them. "About three days."

"Why haven't you called Aurors?"

"They'll probably twist it into a romance. Hero lover coming to help his soulmate." Pansy laughs.

Draco groans, "Can we please not say that word? He's not, that."

Blaise rolls his eyes, fed up with Draco about as much as Draco's fed up with the topic. "You can't keep faking ignorance, Dray."

Draco narrows his eyes at him. He can fake and pretend all he wants. Even Potter's sort of given up, choosing to just ask about his day whenever he walks into his office to drop off coffee or the occasional tea. Potter doesn't attempt to stay longer than a minute and Draco's thankful he's being given space. He opens his mouth, to say what he doesn't even know, but is saved by the other blonde of the group.

Tory points a finger behind him, "Hey, I think that might be him."

Draco scowls and turns to look at his longtime friend cross the street and walk towards them. A white paper bag in his hands. Once he's closer, he snaps, "Where on earth have you been Greg?"

"I know I'm late, but I had to get presents." He lifted up the bag in his hand. Draco was immediately appeased, trying to guess what it is but not recognizing the logo on the bag.

Tory wasn't amused. "Did you know we couldn't even place warming charms because you decided to live among the muggles? We could've frozen to death."

"It's not that cold, right?" Greg turned to look at Pansy.

Pansy rolled, "No of course not Greg, we're just in coats and scarves for fun. Honestly, are you never cold?"

Greg shrugs and then smiled, thrusting the bag forward. "You'll forgive me once you see the present. It was originally meant for just Pansy but it's no fun if it isn't for all of us."

Pansy reached for the bag pulled out one of the rectangular boxes out.

"Phones? You bought us muggle phones?"

Pansy handed each one out to them, staring at her own box with excitement. "We can call each other now? No owls?"

Greg nodded, taking her box and opening it. "It's all set up now too. We can message each other. There's a green square you'll press on when you turn it on too. In another green box, you can click on my name or the one that has all of our names to write a message. Unless we're inside wards, we'll get it in real time."

Draco opened his box as they started walking, "Then considering I'm always either at work or home, it doesn't seem useful to me."

Greg shrugged. "We can also see where we are at all times. Thought it could come in handy like on a night like this."

Blaise sighed, pressing random buttons on his own phone. "Except we don't know how do that."

"Yet." Pansy raised a finger. "Do not assume I cannot learn this. I will."

"Well thank you, Gregory. I'm sure we'll use it." Draco moved the empty box into his jacket, vanishing it once his hand was hidden. He stuffed the white cables and phone into his coat pocket. "Let's move faster. I'm in the mood for a stiff drink."

Greg grins at him and Pansy smirks, stuffing the phone in her purse and grabbing onto his arm. "That's the spirit."

They walked a few minutes longer and successfully reached their destination, with only a few hidden Point Me's along the way.

They came across a stone building, a neon martini glass with the name 'Clyde's' across it and tinted windows lining the front. There was a long line and Draco almost called the night off, refusing to stand outside for an hour, until Pansy pushed them to the front. "I had Mimzy make reservations, come on."

A man dressed in black with the word 'Security' in white across the back, led them in and up a set of stairs. It was very loud and packed, the scent of sweating bodies and alcohol filling Draco's nostrils, his arm gently pulling Tory in front of him as they were all pushed closer. Another man unhooked a red velvet rope to allow them to pass by. They settled themselves around a large half-circle glass table, a bottle of champagne on ice already waiting for them. Draco looked around, observing the dancing bodies that crowded the floor below them.

The bass and the music was overwhelming and Draco loved it, his hands slipping his coat off. Although he was at a club, Draco is suited in his usual smart fashion, refusing to touch any of Blaise's leather or what Pansy considers to be "appropriate"dancing clothing. Appropriate definitely not the word to describe anything she wears nowadays. He wore black dress trousers and and a white button down shirt underneath a navy cashmere; his Malfoy family ring on his finger and silver watch covering his left wrist.

He shared a smile with Pansy and followed her and Tory back down and onto the dance floor. Blaise immediately goes to the bar and Greg follows close behind, keeping a close watch on their the dark skinned Slytherin. They only managed to get him out of his house today on the promise of alcohol.

Draco smiled and swayed to the music, both girls sticking close to him. They were quick to learn that the muggle club isn't so different from a magical one. One just has to be careful not to do magic.

Pansy grabs onto three small plastic cups from the platter that a scantily clad girl was walking around with, yelling out her table number for the girl to place it on her tab and passes the shots to each of them.

"Happy Birthday Pans!" Tory yells.

Draco cheers with them both and swallows down the clear liquid, happy to be celebrating something with his friends. They grew up together, hanging out together for years even before the first day at Hogwarts, and in that moment, Draco felt nothing but love for them.

They do two more shots in the span of five minutes, music and alcohol making them feel weightless. That is until Draco sees a familiar figure standing off to the side.

Draco freezes and goes to grab onto Pansy's arm. She leans in from where she was dancing with a tall man and Draco hisses angrily, "Why the fuck is Potter here?"

Pansy stopped dancing and looked around. He pushed her chin in the right direction, waiting for her to see him.

What he didn't expect was her to openly clap her hands in glee. "Oh he came!"

He reeled back, "What?!"

Pansy threw her arms up in the air to get their attention. He immediately pulled the closest arm down. "Oh don't give me that look! He kept sending me letters and I wanted to meet Ronald. So I, you know." Pansy shrugged. "I took advantage in the hopes that he'll bring him. I'm sorry Dray! But look, he's here too!"

Draco turned and sure enough, next to Potter was Weasley. Even better. Potter must have seen them because they were much closer now and the distance was closing by the second.

Draco glares at his supposed friend. "No wonder you're wearing your fuck-me pumps and that dress."

Pansy ran her hands down her tight slip of a dress, black as her hair and heels, red lips smirking, "Of course, darling. Come on Dray, think of it as a double date?"

"I need a drink," with that Draco turned his back on the approaching aurors and made his way to the bar. He sees from the corner of his eyes Blaise, standing by as Greg and another man talk to one another. Blaise doesn't move although the other man is obviously trying to pull their bulky friend, knowing Greg is going to turn them down when he catches on to their intent.

Draco find a clear spot at the bar and orders a gin and tonic, advising the bartender of the name on their tab.

While waiting he feels a hand touch his back. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Draco stiffens and turns to the voice whispering into his ear. The man behind him was tall, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, the wrong kind of green but handsome nonetheless. Draco looks up, matching his smirk with one of his trademarked one, "I already have one, but how about you buy me my second drink?"

The other man smiled, "My name's David."

Draco laughs and grabs hold of the drink placed in front of him, grabbing David's hand and leading him to the dance floor, "I don't care."

Draco spends the next few songs dancing with David, pressing himself against him and enjoying the feel of another man against him. He considered taking it a step further just to piss off Potter, staring from his place at the bar, but Potter's obviously already pissed and David and he just aren't clicking. They continue dancing though, enjoying the music and giving the occasional flirty winks. David comes though with his promise of another drink but eventually they both move on to new dancing partners. Draco now pressed against a man named Andrew.

Once he's out of breathe and thirsty, Draco finally gives the man a peck on the cheek goodbye and makes his way to the bar.

He sees an open space next to Potter and without thinking it further he squeezes himself next to him. "Oh don't give me that look, you'll get wrinkles."

Potter finishes off his drink, refusing to say anything.

Draco shrugs and looks to the bartender, "Gin and tonic please?"

He runs a hand through his hair, a few strands coming back down near his eyes again. He feels sweaty even in the cool room and begins unbuttoning his sleeves, folding them up for the first time in a long time.

Harry's eyes immediately follow his movements. Draco says, "They won't know what it means. The muggles." He attempts to hide his left forearm from Potter's intense stare.

"I don't care about that mark. At least not anymore." He flushes looking away as the bartender places Draco's drink in front of him. "Another whiskey sour please."

Once he's gone, Potter continues, "I used to be obsessed with seeing it in sixth year though."

"Ahh your stalking days." Draco smiles, drinking from the straw in his cocktail.

Potter laughs, looking away to hide his pink cheeks. "Yea sure, go with that. Tell me though, how did you find out about Hagrid's dragon in first year?"

Draco laughs as well and raises his eyebrows, impressed and refusing to look away. "By stalking you of course."

Potter waves his hand forward, "See... totally acceptable." He bites his lip and turns back to Draco, "Can I see the other mark?"

"Huh?" Draco says, eyes glued to Potter's mouth.

"Your soulmark. Well mines technically."

Draco's too tipsy not to say, "I'll show you mines if you show me yours."

Potter smiles and shakes his head, green eyes bright and shining. Draco didn't realize but they're so much closer now. He could see a few light freckles on Potter's nose. "I'd have to take off my shirt for that." He grabs Draco's free hand, the one not clutching a drink, and presses it to the back of his left shoulder.

Draco's fingers feel warmth immediately, knowing exactly where to press by following the feel of their magic and keeping his hand there. He takes another sip of his drink as he moves his fingers up and down, in a light brush.

Potter sucks in a breath, now off of his stool and closer. The hand pressed on Potter's shoulder tightens on the curve above it, encouraging him even closer.

Draco clears in throat and removes his left hand from the cool glass on the counter. He offers up his left wrist.

Draco avidly looks at the brunette as his watch is pushed aside, as much as it can go at least, and the gold symbol is fully visible. Potter holds the wrist in one hand as another slowly presses a digit to outline the triangle.

Eventually, it becomes too intimate and the small buzz of pleasure from the mark was making him feel hot. He removes his hand from Potter's and grab his drink again. Potter begins to speak, voice low but distinguishable from the loud music around them, "I hated that symbol at first. When I learned what it did to Grindelwald and then Voldemort, I thought it was nothing but bad news; but in the hours leading up to the final battle, before I was going to meet him, it was all I can think about. Death."

"Potter." Draco tried to stop him, but he continued.

"I was fully prepared to die and I thought about the last brother, the one who met death as a friend in the end of the story. I wished I could be that brave."

Draco took a large gulp from his drink, shaking his head, "You are brave." What a beautiful fool, thinking he was anything but.

Potter leaned in smirking, "What if I told you I faked it? I was terrified."

Draco snorts, laughing, "Well yes Potter, that's called being brave no? Faking it until you make it?"

"Well I think it worked out," he shrugs, leaning back from Draco and smiling when the blonde starts to follow his retreating face. Draco caught himself in time and turned to look back at the dancing crowd, cold glass meeting his lips once more.

"How about a dance with me?" Potter offers up his palm as he in turn finishes his drink.

Alcohol warming his cheeks and relaxing his body, Draco took hold and led them to the center. Potter's body walked close behind him until Draco's back was pressed up against his front and sun-kissed hands gripped his hips. Fuck, this wasn't dancing. Well it was, but Draco didn't stick this close to others. There wasn't a single space between them as they followed the rhythm of the music and the crowd around them. Draco turned around, an arm coming up to grab onto Potter's shoulder. "You were a shit dancer in school!" He yelled.

Potter laughed, the rumble in his chest felt by Draco's hand. "And now?"

He turns Draco around to lead them into a new song. He feels the press of Potter's arousal pressing against him. He curses and turns, "Now, I kind of want to fuck you."

Potter's jaw drops and Draco presses closer, still dancing as his lips meets Potter's ear. "I want to be on my knees for you as you cum down my throat."

Draco smirks as Potter's grip on his hips squeeze and a gasp breathes out onto Draco's hair. He loves talking dirty, especially when he can get someone hot and bothered in public. He breathes out a giggle as Potter's face buries itself between his neck and shoulder, "Fuck."

A small kiss is pressed against his neck and Draco grabs at Potter's hair, moving his head back.

Both mouths meet viciously, open mouth and messy at first. Draco cups Potter's cheek and presses closer, breathing the other in as he nips at the plump bottom lip. Potter pulls back a little to start kissing in much better angle, hands wrapping around Draco's slender frame.

"Dray! Dray!" He feels a pull on his shirt and both males break away from each other. Draco looks down to see Pansy swaying in the arms of Ron Weasley. The red head is blushing, lipstick smearing his face and avoiding his eyes as Pansy trips forward to Draco's arms, uncaring of the little space between he and Potter. "We're leaving. Stay safe, can – can you take him home? Great!" Pansy turned to Potter, patting him on his cheek without needing an answer.

"You're so pissed Pansy, how about you come with me?" Draco straightens up, away from the arms still wrapped around him. They were still on the dance floor and people were bumping into them now.

"Nope." Her lips popped at the 'P," returning back to Weasley's arms and bringing his face down to meet hers.

"Uhh..." Potter turns to look at him, away from the nauseating sight.

Weasley drags Pansy away, with a backwards wave to Potter, "See you at home Harry! I'll uh- don't wait up." He blushes as Pansy starts kissing his neck and the two disappear among the masses again.

Draco turns back to the bar, trying to spot his other two friends.

"I think they left already." Potter's back beside him, hands slowly going around him and a cold nose nuzzling his neck.

Draco keeps looking, staying silent as Potter begins to kiss and bite.

His eyes close and he leaned back, moaning at the feeling only Harry Potter can elicit and slowly he starts nodding. "Okay, okay," Draco steps away, gulping at the sight of the aroused man. "Come back to mines?"

"Please," the word is whispered in his mouth.