Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers and Warner Bros. This story is based on characters and situations created by the amazing J. K. Rowling, however no money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is written for fun and all we own is the plot idea which is part of our very warped imagination.
Author's Note: Written in 1st POV. One scene makes up one chapter. Please note that the first few chapters are rather short; however let us assure you that this changes as the story progresses. Selly (Selly87) wrote Draco's POV, whilst Bru (dracosoftie) wrote Harry's POV, which considering that Bru has a soft spot for Draco, did not cause a brutal catfight between the two authors. The decision as to who writes which character was a mutual one and if you check the records of St Mungo A&E you will find none, unless of course you check for the records of one Harry Potter and one Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 49:

Draco's POV, three weeks later

"Do you have to run like that?" I pant and turn my head to glare at Harry, who's holding his head high and stalking down the corridor towards his office at a brisk pace. It took me all morning to get hold of Harry – I had given up when I finally bumped into him in the Atrium of the Ministry on my way out – but he was rushing from one meeting to another, hence my being unsuccessful in tracking him down.

"Yes, I do," Harry snaps, and speeding up at little more, he draws his wand and fires a spell at his office door, banging it open from afar. He bursts through the open door and I just about manage to squeeze into the office behind him before the door thunders close again. Rushing behind his desk, Harry tosses his Auror robes across the room onto the small couch to the left of his room and loosening his tie, he slumps into his fancy chair, and sighs. "I swear I'm going to kill the fucking bastard," he snarls, and for the first time he actually properly looks at me. His eyes warm slightly and smiling, I walk around his desk and standing behind his chair. Resting my hands on his tense shoulders, I squeeze gently and Harry sighs with relief. I chuckle.

"What happened?" I ask casually.

"Botty the wanker's been trying to tell me how to do my job all morning. I swear if it wasn't for me practically running into you, I'd have drawn my wand and fucking hexed him to the ceiling of the Atrium," Harry complains, and I squeeze his shoulders harder, gently massaging the tense muscles underneath.

"Just ignore him."

"Easier said than done. Though today he finally managed to piss Shacklebolt off so if he keeps his behavior up, 'Shacklebolt's going to personally fire him or demote him to help out the house-elves in the canteen."

"I thought Kingsley was on holiday with his wife?"

"Emergency Floo-call. He owed me a favor and I needed him to be present to push the new bill through."

"It's done then?"

"Yes, signed, dated and dusted. Effective from the 1st of next month." Harry tilts his head upward and smiles at me. "One done, a million to go," he chuckles, and I grin.

"Like our wedding. Mother is driving me up the wall. I fled into the Leaky this morning to be able to work on that chapter I showed you last night."

"She means well, Draco." Harry grins, and I glare.

"Well she's making me want to drag you to the next registry office to sign the papers and be done with it, that's all she's doing."

"Oi! We'd never get to spend our wedding night together if we were to go down that road." Harry laughs, and reaching out, he wraps his left hand around my left wrist and pulls me around his chair and onto his lap. I willingly oblige and placing one arm around Harry's shoulders, I lean in for a kiss.

"Mother wants to talk to you about the floral arrangements," I whisper when I withdraw minutes later – just when Harry was about to get his hopes up.

"I think I'll pass. I'll leave all decision making up to you." Harry grins, and I glare. If he thinks that I'm going to spend the next few weeks and months listening to my mother going on about the proper planning of a pure-blood wedding and dragging me from caterer to caterer and tailor to tailor then he's wrong. Harry's going to pull his weight, otherwise I'm going to buy him a collar and leash and drag him everywhere I go – we'll see just how much he'll enjoy that.

"Not a fucking chance, Potter. You're going to do your bit and keep Mother off my back so I can get this book written."

"I've a million things to do in the office," Harry pouts, and I focus a very icy glare on my new fiancé, one that makes him shudder and not in a good way.

"Tough luck." I shrug and with one pointed look I move off Harry's lap and, leaning back against his desk, I cross my legs at the ankle and my arms over my chest.

"Can I bribe you?" Harry looks hopeful, and I laugh and shake my head.

"No."

"Not even if I promise to be your sex slave for a month?"

"No." I shake my head, laughing even more. The offer is arousing, but I can get Harry to do the deed without having to pay anything for it… "Besides, we should be thinking about making our engagement official," I say, and with a murmured spell I dismiss the glamour on my left hand, exposing my engagement ring. The spell also reveals Harry's ring and I can't help but smile. I caught him staring at it this morning. He was standing in the bathroom, in front of the sink, lost in thoughts and he was staring at the ring on the third finger of his left hand with the goofiest grin I've ever seen him wear. Thank Merlin he didn't see me… the sight was certainly one to be treasured.

"I can't say I'm looking forward to the media furor," Harry sighs and I nod.

"There's no way around it."

"I know. Do you want to issue a formal statement?"

"That's probably the best option." I shrug. "But that's not why I came here."

"No?"

"No…"

"What do I owe the honor of your visit to then?"

"I promised Julian to take him to Diagon Alley to have a look around for a pet." I grin, and Harry shakes his head.

"Pansy won't be happy."

"I couldn't care any less. He's my son too."

"He will be once you tell him that you're his father." Harry gives me a pointed look and I roll my eyes.

"I will tell him, thank you very much. Now, are you coming along to pick Julian up? He asked me to bring you…"

"I've meetings all afternoon…"

"So?"

"I'm busy."

"So?" I raise my eyebrows to underline the point I'm making and Harry sighs for the umpteenth time.

"Fine, I'll cancel and join you two."

"I knew you wouldn't kick up a fuss." I smile and, uncrossing my legs, I push myself away from Harry's desk and leaning forward I capture my fiancé's lips in a searing kiss, surprising him. "We'll be late, but I don't care," I mumble against Harry's lips, and drawing me closer, he deepens the kiss, showing me that he too doesn't care, and I shudder and straighten up as Harry casts a wandless Locking Charm on the door to his office…

TBC