"Weasley! Why is it that I currently do not have an intern?" Carlos Masen screams at me, throwing the door open to my office.

There goes my peaceful morning.

Carlos is very good at what he does (Communications for the Department International of Magic Cooperation). And he's also very attractive. Blond hair, green eyes, toned abs, the whole package. He just happens to know that.

"Probably because you fired the last one." I quip, pretending to look at the papers scattered around my desk.

"That's because that idiot had no idea what he was doing! Why do you give me all the idiot men who don't know what they're doing? I told you that I prefer girl interns!"

Sigh. Why must some people be so difficult?

"Well, the last girl intern you had filed a sexual harassment complaint and quit, so Nott told me to stick the males with you."

"Well that's…that's…." Carlos splutters his face flushing as he tries to figure out just what his predicament is.

"Completely justified, Masen." My boss, Theodore Nott, joins the conversation. Masen's obnoxious screams probably drew him over here.

Nott is a very fair boss, for which I'm very grateful. I know that fair bosses are really hard to come by, but Nott seems to have a natural born kind of justice sense. No one ever even dares to cross him, not because we're scared of him but because we respect him and his opinions.

"But…sir!" Carlos says.

"No buts, Masen. We'll get you a new intern in due time. For now you'll have to fetch your own tea." Nott says in final tone.

"Yes, sir." Carlos ducks his head, glaring at me for only Merlin knows why as he exits my office.

Finally.

"Oh and Wealsey?" Nott says, catching my attention again.

"Good job on the proposal for the International Peace Talks. I daresay it will catch the attention of some countries!" He smiles kindly at me.

"Thank you sir!" I practically beam at him.

I worked really hard on that proposal. It's about time I get some appreciation for my hard work!

"Oh and your…friend…is here. He'll be up in a few minutes. We'll have to squeeze a desk in here for him for convenience reasons." He looks at me meaningfully.

My friend? Oh, right. Malfoy. He's coming today. And he's not my friend.

"Of course, sir." I say internally grimacing at the thought of squeezing another desk into this tiny room I call an office.

"We'll make it a small desk, Weasley." Nott says, smiling at me again.

Oh thank Merlin!

"Thank you sir!"

"Also, there's an interdepartmental meeting on Thursday and I would like you to attend. Joana will be in Puerto Rico so you will have to go in her place."

YAY! Joana is the undersecretary to Nott and going in her place is a HUGE deal. This is unbelievable! My hard work must be finally paying off!

"Right, sir, of course," I nod professionally, keeping my emotions at bay.

"Your friend will be up in a few moments. I would prefer that you do not reveal his true profession. Just in case some people become…excited…over the prospect and feel unsafe at the office."

I nod my head and Nott leaves my office.

I am not looking forward to seeing Malfoy again. Why must my father have been so stupid? Why couldn't he just capture the criminal and not say anything like a professional?

"Well, well, undersecretary to the undersecretary of the Head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, not bad Weasley." The snide, familiar voice of none other than Scorpius Malfoy grates on my ears.

I look over at the door to my office and see his familiar figure leaning against the door jamb, looking relaxed but aware of everything that is going on around him at the same time.

I roll my eyes in response. "And apparently you are the best Auror-in-training in your year, congratulations, Malfoy." I say dryly.

He smirks at me, his grey-blue eyes twinkling at me as he plops down in the chair in front of my desk. He lifts his feet up and places them on top of my desk, his arms thrown behind his head in a posture more fit for sitting on a couch.

I frown at him, but decide against saying anything. I learned from seven years at school with Malfoy to just avoid him. Originally, during our first few years, we fought magnificently and publicly for the whole school to see, but soon I realized that my life was about a thousand times easier if I just ignored him. That however did not stop the occasional fight or drunken snog during our later years at school…

I haven't seen Malfoy since the last day of seventh year, which is quite an amazing feat, really. He and Al are good friends, they even share an apartment, and yet I've managed to avoid him. My Uncle Harry raves about him; apparently he really has a knack for auroring, or whatever they call it.

"So, Weasley, I assume your father already briefed you on the case and why I'm here." Malfoy says superiorly.

"If you call telling me that he pissed of a criminal, that I'd need a bodyguard, and then running out of the room when he told me it was you briefing, then yes, he briefed me."

Malfoy chuckles at me. "Was your reaction that bad?"

I roll my eyes. "My father put my life in danger because he said something stupid! What do you think?" I yell at him.

The bastard laughs again. "It's really quite amusing from this side of the problem, you know."

I sigh and hit my head on my desk repeatedly.

"But if you do that, you make my job harder." Malfoy says, putting his hand between my head and the desk. "I'm supposed to keep you safe," he says condescendingly.

I huff indignantly. "What did my father even say? Who is this criminal anyway? What was he accused of? And how did he get away?"

Malfoy frowns at me. "Didn't your dad tell you anything?"

I shrug my shoulders.

Malfoy sighs, dropping his feet from the top of my desk and settling into a comfortable position in the chair, clasping his hands together.

"Mingan "The Gray Wolf" Fuenning is a semi-dangerous criminal." Malfoy adapts his 'professional work voice'. "He hasn't killed anyone…yet. His choice of crime seems to be the basic kidnap and rape, which is why your father is so concerned about your safety. He's concerned about your mum too, but you are his top priority because your mum has convinced him that she can handle herself. Anyway, your father was a bit…cocky…during Fuenning's apprehension and said a few things that probably weren't the wisest things to say to a criminal that could possibly see the daylight again.

"Fuenning escaped during his community service hours while cleaning the elderly witches and wizards' community center game room. Now he's on the run and the top Aurors are working hard to recapture him due to his imminent threat on the community."

"I was assigned to you," he continues, "because of my status in the Auror Academy. Usually during this point in my education I would be doing work on my own anyway and this opportunity sounded…intriguing," he smiles meaningfully at me, "so I took it up. However, I'm almost completely educated and will finish school within the next two months anyway."

I raise my eyebrows at him in disbelief.

He smirks at me, "Your father wanted me to say that in case you became difficult or refused to do something I said during a moment of crisis because I'm not an 'official auror'".

Huh. Well. Now I only have to worry about not getting raped or kidnapped until Fuenning is captured fantastic just another thing to add to my 'To Do' list.

I look down at the parchment on my desk.

To Do:

Write up the proposition for the new Universal Dialogue between Witches and Wizards conference

Write up Wes and make date for sometime this week

Assign new intern to Masen because he fired the other one

Make sure that we have butterballs for the Ecuadorian Prime Minister who is coming into town on Thursday

I sigh and add another bullet point to my ever-growing list.

Try not to get killed/kidnapped/raped

Malfoy chuckles at my newest addition to the list.

"So you're staying in my guest room?" I question him.

He nods affirmatively. "Your father wanted twenty four hour protection."

Merlin.

"Wait, so you're going to be with me twenty four/seven?" I ask in disbelief.

"No," he shakes his head. "I get Sundays and Tuesdays off actually. Al has offered to take over my job on Sundays. And on Tuesdays there will be some kind of constant rotation of aurors."

Whew. So if Scorpius isn't with me, someone else will be. Just fantastic. And Wes and I were just going to…great. I really don't want to do anything with an audience.

Malfoy props his feet up on my desk again.

"So, Weasley, what are we doing tonight?"

"I am going on a date. You can do whatever the hell you want."

He lifts his lips up into his signature smirk. "Whatever I want or whomever I want?"

I flush immediately at his tone as his eyes sweep over my body openly. Did he not just hear me say that I'm going on a date? Will my dad still be as happy with my twenty four hour protection if said protection is going to be sexually harassing me all the time?

"Both, Malfoy. But I prefer that you do the whomever on your day off."

He chuckles and is about to reply when the door to my office is thrown open again.

"Weasley, your boyfriend's stupid arse owl missed your desk again." Carlos says bitterly as he throws a bouquet of flowers on my desk.

The flowers are beautiful: orange and pink daisies, one of my favorite flowers. I lift them to my nose and inhale the beautiful smell. Sighing lightly as I see a note from Wes.

Hello Love,

Happy three month anniversary!

I'll pick you up at your flat tonight at 7. Be ready and wear something the nice.

Love, Me

I giggle and smell the flowers again.

"So where are we eating tonight?" Malfoy's annoying voice barges in on my thoughts.

I roll my eyes.

"Wear something nice. Apparently the three of us will be having a grand old time."

Malfoy smirks at me again. "Can't wait."

This is going to be disastrous.