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The Ministry of Magic was magnificent as ever. Many of the statues from before and during the War had been replaced with various war heroes and memorials to the fallen. The entire place bustled with people and the intense electricity of so much concentrated magic. Most of these people did not notice when Draco and Hermione appeared out of one of the many fireplaces. As they strode towards the lifts, gasps and whispers floated out from the crowds. Neither had not been seen in years, and nobody had put together the clues that they were in a relationship. Therefore, it was an utter shock to see the missing Gryffindor war hero and Muggleborn hand in hand with an ex-Death Eater and Pureblood.
No one dared approach the couple. Draco was an imposing man, over six feet tall with a piercing frown and muscular build that was well apparent even through his robes. Between his appearance and the public knowledge of his Death Eater past, most assumed it suicidal to cause an altercation. Hermione smiled at people she vaguely remembered from Hogwarts.
"Hermione! Long time no see." A pensive voice rose above the whispers. A petite blonde haired woman approached the couple. Hermione instantly recognized her.
"Luna?"
"Why yes." Luna smiled, "It seems you do remember my name."
"Of course, I remember your name! Why are you at the Ministry?" Hermione grinned widely.
"I work in the Department of Regulation of Magical Creatures. There is a great need for legislation about all sorts of creatures that most wizards and witches tend to forget exist. Why are you here?" Luna tilted her head, examining Draco with an inquisitive stare.
"Well, we're here to— "
"You're a Veela." Luna interrupted suddenly.
"Yes." Draco answered, his eyes narrowing as if trying to interpret whether Luna was a threat or not.
"How fascinating. A male Veela. And Hermione is your mate." Luna smiled wider. "It's not often Veela are seen in public, you know. Most choose to remain rather isolated as they perceive it to be safer. Males are especially rare. I wasn't aware that any currently existed."
"It was kept secret for Hermione's safety, Lovegood." Draco responded brusquely. Hermione nudged him hard in the side.
"I apologize, he's been a bit cranky since we arrived in London. We're not quite used to being around so many people just yet." Hermione frowned at her husband.
"I meet magical creatures every day, and they are not always in the most excellent of moods around wizards. It is easier to be accommodating than it is to get upset every single time." Luna shrugged.
"Thanks, Luna. Do you happen to know where Harry's office is?" Hermione sighed, happy that they had run into one of the most easygoing people Hermione had ever met.
"I don't usually find myself in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but I'm sure someone there can point you in the correct direction."
"Wonderful! It was great seeing you, Luna." Hermione tugged on Draco's hand and continued walking towards the lifts. Draco followed a step behind, still a bit on edge. He did not know Lovegood very well, but at least she seemed polite enough during their conversation. The last thing he wanted was to run into someone that was less than enthusiastic to see him holding Hermione's hand. A situation like that would end badly for the poor soul that chose to irritate him.
The couple took the lift down to the floor that housed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Draco could feel the anxiety radiating off his mate. Hermione had not spoken to or seen Potter since Draco's trial after the war. Once Draco had been cleared of all charges, he and Hermione had immediately left for Greece. Despite his innocence, Draco was going to be perceived as a bigoted Death Eater by many people for a long time. He had longed privacy and time with Hermione for far too much time. To Draco, leaving Britain had been the only solution. Hermione, scarred from the war and its many horrors, had been gracious enough to agree with him.
Exiting the lift, Hermione lead Draco over to one of the receptionists' desks.
"Can I help you?" The young man asked, looking up from his paperwork.
"Yes, I'm looking for Harry Potter?" Hermione responded, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Deputy Head Auror Potter does not take walk-in visitors."
"Can you at least send him a message saying Hermione Granger is here to see him?"
"Hermione Granger! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you." The receptionist stuttered, "Please, right this way, I'll show you to his office."
"Thank you." Hermione sighed, exasperated. She was not fond of special treatment, but would make an exception in this case. The receptionist walked quickly through the hallways with Hermione and Draco following right behind him. After a couple turns, they came to Harry's office.
The receptionist knocked and opened the door ever so slightly, "Sorry to interrupt sir, but I have Hermione Granger here to see you."
Hermione could not hear Harry's response, but the receptionist opened the door wider and ushered Draco and Hermione into the office.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed happily before noticing that Draco was also there. "And Malfoy?"
"Harry, it's so good to see you!" Hermione rushed over to her friend to give him a hug. Draco held back closer to the door, watching vigilantly.
"Hermione, why is Malfoy with you?" Harry asked, returning the hug as he did so.
"Well, that's a bit of a long story—"
"I'm her husband." Draco ginned wickedly.
"What?!"
