Not only was their laughing moment act forgotten about, but it seemed to make things more tense and worse between them. They argued every day, Malfoy would grab his own wand and say he's leaving. One time Malfoy actually apparated but left his wand behind, causing him to come back before Harry convinced him again to stay.

"I'll be back in an hour, I have to stop by my office." Malfoy ignored Harry, writing to himself in his journal.

Harry didn't mind being ignored by Malfoy. It was kind of like a nice relaxing break. Although they seemed to sort of get along better than they did in school, they still hated eachother. Harry still hated everything about him, how he spat everytime Malfoy said his name. He found it rude, but he couldn't complain seeing as how he did the same whenever the word Malfoy left his mouth.

Harry closed the door behind him loudly as he made his way outside. The fresh air felt cool, and pleasant. An odd thought lingered in the back of his mind, as if he should take advantage of the pleasurable moments now before it was too late.

It didn't feel right to him once he entered the Ministry. His stomach turned, as he made his way up to his office. Eyes were on him everywhere, what was going on? He felt very uncomfortable, and even more strange was when his friend Dean shook his head at Harry, glaring daggers at him. His office finally came into view and he closed the door behind him, only to find Ron and Kingsley standing there. Ron looked rather pale, and terrified as he stared at Harry.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, biting his tongue.

"Is it true, Harry?" Kingsleys deep voice boomed in monotone.

"Sorry sir, is what true?" His wind whirled, praying that he didn't mean Malfoy.

"You know damn well Mr. Potter what I'm talking about! Are you hiding Draco Malfoy!" Kingsleys words were like fire to Harrys ears. He felt his entire body go numb. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be right. Ron! Ron the bloody traitor ratted him out!

"Ron- Ron tell you me you didn't-"

"I'm sorry Harry! Th-they used vertiserum and-" Kingsley grabbed Rons shoulder and squeezed hard, causing Ron to whimper.

"Is there some sort of explanation you'd like to give me Mr. Potter, before we take you down to Azkaban with you're partner in crime?" And that's when it happened. Everything from that point felt like slow motion. His eyes trailed down to the floor, his knees weakening from fear. Harry didn't know what else to do, he'd been caught and he panicked. Harry ran.

His feet trembled suddenly as he saw spells being cast toward him. He peered over his shoulder and cast stupefy as fast as he could towards Kingsley, who was catching up quickly. Harry boomed through the large doors into the main area of the Ministry, now with ten or twelve people chasing him. People dove out of the way as Harry pushed through them, apologizing quickly for a man he just threw to the floor. The floo gates were so close, he turned his head around once more yelling "STUPEFY!" before feeling himself fly in the gate.

Harry landed in his fireplace. Dirt flew everywhere into cloud causing Harry to choke and cough before waving it away. Malfoy looked up from his journal with a rather startled look on his face. "Some privacy would be nice-"

"Malfoy not now! Get your wand, we've got to go." Harry ran straight into the kitchen, grabbing an emergency bag he had under the counter. The bag was Hermiones old charmed pouch she had given to Harry. It was filled with all sorts of emergency essentials, all the things Hermione brought with them on the horcrux search and more. He could still go in there and find things he'd never seen before.

Harry ran into the living room to Malfoy who was still sitting, looking stunned. "Potter you can't expect me to just listen-"

Harrys words roared as he interrupted . "MALFOY! WE'VE GOT TO GO NOW!"

Malfoy stood up, ready to argue back but his thoughts were cut off as the front door blew off it's hinges and three hefty looking men, including Kingsley stood there, wands aimed