TThe bedroom door slammed shut behind Draco as he and Harry had barged through tounges deep into each other. Losing his balance or being pushed Harry is on top of the bed with Draco standing over him with wild grey eyes and the biggest smirk he had ever seen.

Loosening his tie from around his neck, Draco grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and discarded it on the floor and moved on top of Harry. He ripped open Harry's shirt revealing his smooth bare chest; it had been too long, Draco thought.

He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers as he kissed, licked and sucked down starting from the jawline, down his neck onto his collarbone then moving down the chest onto his stomach following the happy trail which was leading to a very hard cock underneath.

Using his teeth, he unbuttoned and unzipped Harry's trousers greeting an old friend lovingly. He followed the trail back up towards Harry's head he was moaning with pleasure as he did so. Whipping off the tie he still had around his neck he grabbed Harry's hands and tied them up and back to the bedpost.

"Are you scared, Potter?" Draco whispered into his ear.

"You wish," Harry moaned closing his eyes.

Draco moved back down to Harry's cock and let the tip into his mouth, slowly teasing and licking it moving an inch in at a time. He took pleasure in hearing Harry moan for more. Harrys back arched as Draco took the whole of the shaft into his mouth sucking slowly as he felt the pressure building. The pace quickened as the cock pulsated, Harry moaned louder.

Draco slowed down and licked the cock out of his mouth teasing the tip again, tasting the pre-cum. "Do you want me inside you, Potter?" He breathed.

"Yes," Harry moaned as Draco rubbed his hand up and down the shaft.

"Yes, what?" Draco spoke with dominance now.

"Yes, I want you inside of me, Malfoy." Harry moaned louder as Draco gripped tighter and moved quicker.

Draco removed the tie from the bedpost so Harry could get on his hands and knees, Draco unzipped his own trousers pulling them down with his briefs and slowly inserted his length inside Harry being careful not to hurt him.

He held him close as he thrust in and out slowly then quickly, one hand on Harry's arse and the other gripped on Harry's cock moving both rhythmically together, Harry was moaning pleasurably on the brink of an orgasm.

"More," Harry begged as Draco slowly pulled halfway out. "I need more."

Thrusting hard back inside, Draco honoured his wishes; he was close now too he could feel Harry's orgasm as they both let go and exploded their load. Draco quickly pulled out as they both fell into each other breaths ragged.

"Fuck," Harry cried exasperated, "Is it always like that?"

"Oh, Harry, that was me warming up," Draco grinned wickedly.

The morning had come quickly, the next day as Harry laid lazily in bed, he had such a good night last night, he couldn't believe being married to Draco Malfoy, would feel so incredible. Harry had always secretly felt a flutter in his belly whenever he had seen Draco in school, but obviously, he couldn't act on it, he was cruel to Harry, but now he is charming, caring and a little OCD.

Draco's side of the bed was empty when Harry had eventually opened his eyes and rolled over; he did, however, see a blurry note try to come into focus on the pillow. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he grabbed the note and stuck it close up to his face to read; his glasses were too far away, he thought.

Morning, hope you slept well, I have to go to work on my case now, so I don't know what time I will be back, Kinglsey wants you to go to the Ministry at your earliest convenience, his words not mine, there's also lasagne in the fridge if you find yourself hungry.

Love you, Draco

The butterflies in his belly were fluttering after he re-read the letter, he could definitely get used to being married to Draco. He was still on his mind as he got in the shower, the thought of wondering if they have done it in the shower popped in his head, also his dick. Singing as he washed, he had no idea what song it was, but it made sense to him, a sense of dejavu hit him as he looked at the tiny bottle of shower gel, it made his head hurt and not the part with the lightning bolt, thank god.

A weird feeling hit him on the left side as he came down the stairs with only a towel covering the lower half of his wet body. All his Auror training told him there was someone in his house, and where was his wand when he needed it. "Accio wand," He muttered under his breath. Moments later he felt the cold wood hit his fingertips as he tread quietly through his house.

"Draco?" Harry called which was more of a whisper.

Footsteps approached somewhere behind, gripping his wand tightly he raised it in the direction of the noise.

"What the fuck?" Draco cocked an eyebrow as Harry's wand was inches from his chest.

"You startled me," Harry replied lowering his wand. "I thought you were a burglar, why aren't you at work?"

"First of all if I were a burglar, I would have been a lot stealthier than that, and secondly I need you to open your desk drawer it has my spare tracker inside."

Harry paused and thought before he lifted his wand back up to Draco. "How do I know who you say you are?"

"Fuck off, Harry it's me Draco." Draco raised his hand in annoyed surrender.

"What did you write on the side of the picture of us in ministry courtroom?" Harry asked not taking his eyes away from Draco's and not moving his wand.

Draco sighed. "Perfect picture, you know you should really trust me more."

Harry lowered the wand still suspicious. "Where is it?"

"Study, desk, middle drawer," Draco directed as they walked ahead toward the study.

The room was a perfect mess compared to when he was in there just last night; there were piles of paper stacked on the floor the photo albums were in a completely different place but neatly together books from the bookshelf were out and on the floor also. "What the fuck happened in here?"

"I really need that tracker," Draco ignored the question in urgent irritation.

Harry held the desk drawer handle, and a little glowing light appeared as the drawer clicked unlocked. He stepped aside holding it open letting Draco find what he needed to find.

The drawer had seemed tiny when he had looked in it, but Draco was practically diving inside of it, large things were getting flown across the room, a black leather briefcase almost hit Harry's head. A few moments later Draco came up with a pleased face holding a gold device that had multiple coloured knobs and buttons.

"You really need to clear out your desk, Harry," Draco said a little out of breath.

"I am pretty sure you have that covered," He replied looking at the mess around the room that Draco had caused. "Why do you need the tracker?"

"It doesn't matter," Draco said not giving eye contact, "do you realise you're still in a towel?"

"Yes, now tell me why you need the tracker and don't change the subject. I am pretty sure the ministry has no idea you have a tracker," Harry had his arms folded. He had no idea where this confidence had come from, he never really paid attention to how trackers worked when he was in Auror training, he just knew you had to be authorised to use one, but Draco had at least two from what he could gather.

A frown appeared on Draco's face as he adjusted himself to match Harry's posture, Harry could tell he didn't like being spoken to like a child or being told off, which made him smile to himself pleased.

"You are correct; the ministry has no idea I have these trackers, and they have no idea you had given them to me either as a birthday present when you fired me," Draco was smiling now clearly pleased that Harry looked mortified. "But do go tell the ministry I have them if you must."

"I wasn't going to say anything; I just wanted to know why you needed it so desperately," Harry muttered defeated.

"I just have this really important case, Harry, I need to find this man," Draco pleaded with him and looked at the tracker in his hand "I'm sorry I have to go, we will talk later?"

"Fine, I should probably get down to see what the ministry wants anyway." Harry accepts the slightly awkward embrace from Draco as he leaves the room.

The Ministry of Magic Atrium was filled with witches and wizards rushing back and forth to different departments; it looked a lot different from what Harry remembered but oddly the same also. He wasn't expecting all the attention he was getting, as witches and wizards were stopping him to and saying, Welcome back Auror Potter, We have missed you, Mr Potter, It's not the same without you around here, Mr Potter.

Anxiety rushed through Harry as he stood outside The Minister of Magic's office, Kingsley Shacklebolt's name was engraved on a shiny gold Plaque on the door.

"Good Morning, Auror Potter," The lady at the desk outside the door greeted him, Jane Honeywell her plaque on the desk said. "How is Draco doing? I still miss him in the secretary lounge; he was the life of the party."

"Draco is good I will tell him you asked about him," Harry replied with a polite smile.

"Oh good, The Minister should be ready to see you now," the woman beamed at Harry as she motioned to the closed door to his right.

"Thank you," Harry knocked gently on the door and pushed it open when heard a "come in."

"Ah, Mr Potter, I have been waiting for you, I was sure you would be here sooner," Kingsley ushered him to sit down.

"Sorry King...Minister," Harry corrected. "I had a late start to the morning."

"No bother, No bother, I heard you went home yesterday, and I wanted to see how you were doing?"

"I am much better, I still don't remember anything, I have been trying though," he added at the frown that appeared on Kingsley's face.

"Yes, that's what I was worried about. Look, Harry, I am going to be bold with you, you're not the boy I first met all those years ago, and I know I will always have time for you, but my hands are tied at the moment regarding these special circumstances."

"Are you firing me, Minister?"

"Good Gracious, No, but I am afraid going to have to make Mr Weasley a more Permanent Head Auror,"

"So I am being replaced?" Harry didn't quite know what he should be feeling, on the one hand, Ron was his best mate and was happy for him and the other He, well Harry with memories had earned that position, but also he in his current state had no experience in being Head Auror.

"It is out of my hands Harry; the board insisted it, we need permanence to avoid history repeating itself," he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, you know if there were something I could do I would."

"No, It's fine, I understand." Harry smiled weakly; he had to admit to himself that Kingsley and the board were indeed correct, maybe he could work his way back up eventually.

"There is no need to hurry back to work yet either, we will give you full pay until you feel you are indeed ready and capable," Kingsley stood up as a signal to say their meeting was over. Harry shook his hand and made his way to the door. "One more thing Harry, if you could remind Mr Malfoy it will do him no good to go looking for Theodore Nott."

Harry turned around to face Kingsley who was now writing busily, "Sorry?"

"That will be all Mr Potter," Kingsley didn't look up he just kept writing.

"Fuck," Draco shouted exasperated. He was on top of a hill somewhere up north, near Lake Windermere, he had tracked Theodore Nott there, but he just managed to miss him, "Where are you, fucker?" He held the gold device in hand tightly twisting, turning and pressing things. It was hard to pinpoint a person you are tracking when you have so little to go off.

The heat was making him sweat; he wiped his forehead with the black handkerchief he had in his pocket, patting his face to cool down. He had to admit the view was amazing, he and Harry had come here a few years ago for a weekend break, they had afternoon tea in a muggle cafe close by.

The device suddenly made a weird noise which startled Draco back to what he had been there to do. "You have got to be fucking joking me." The tracker had stopped working, Draco dropped to the floor sitting crossed legged pulling out his want to see if there was a way he could fix it.

Draco apparated back home after many attempts to fix the tracker, but it was no good he needed to get his hands on another tracker somehow. Harry hadn't come home yet which was to be expected he was probably getting harassed by everyone at the ministry.

The conversation he and Harry and this morning played through his mind, and he felt even worse, "why am I such a dick?" He sighed sinking into the sofa in the sitting room, "I just need to solve this case, then take Harry on a long vacation."

After falling asleep on the sofa, he was rudely awoken by a constant pecking on his left hand. A beautiful black Owl with a letter attached to his leg was in front of him. "You should really get some etiquette lessons for when a person is sleeping." He told the owl while he grabbed the letter from its extended leg.

He wiped the sleep out from his eyes as he focused on what the letter said.

Afternoon Mr Malfoy,

I have just received trustworthy intel that Theodore Nott has been captured and taken straight to the Ministry holding cells.

Please be discreet I am sure The Minister will have him heavily guarded.

As usual, you didn't hear this from me.

A friend.

The letter ripped itself up as soon as Draco had finished reading, he was used to this by now, somehow he had accumulated a spy inside the ministry that would send him secrets Harry wouldn't even know. He hoped one day he would meet this mysterious friend.

The fact the Ministry got to Nott before him, made him even more, angrier, he was so close to getting him it felt like it was all for nothing. Now he had to come up with a plan to get to the holding cells, the letter was right it would be heavily guarded, and Draco stuck out like a sore thumb.

He needed his Fathers help.