I led Draco through the floor of the department, heading for the lift. No one said a word, eyes darted from our faces to our entwined hands, then looked away, they were impossible not to notice. Draco's hand tightened around mine, we spoke casually as we waited for the lift. When it arrived, it was full of agents from the Auror department. Each of their eyes glanced down at our hands, then back up to meet my eyes. I waited, I knew what they were thinking.

They parted, finally, making space for Draco and me.

"We're going down, level 1" I said loudly, "Hey Bishop, How's it?" I attempted to keep the tone light.

"It's going alright, have some time off coming up,"

"I bet Marci's happy about that."

"Yeah, she is. Already has her Husband Dearest Do list running." we laughed.

Stops at every level came with new riders, new looks, nothing being said, and I kept making conversation with everyone.

Theo Nott stepped into the lift, "Malfoy, hey, mate. Haven't seen you since you first got back from Hungary!"

"Hey Theo, I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah, lower levels, ya know. Hey Harry."

I nodded to him, a look crossed his face, noticing how close we were standing, then he looked at our hands. He waved his hand between us, pointing at us, "are you two together?"

"Uhm, yes." Draco said plainly, though I could hear his voice tense, ready for a fight.

"Good for you, 'bout time, if you ask me." he chuckled.

Finally, the lift reached the Atrium, "This is us," Draco shook hands with Theo and we stepped from the lift.

The atrium, as always, was bustling with witches and wizards coming and going. Prophet reporters and photographers stood without, some waiting for a meeting, some interviewing Ministry Members for quotes. Draco and I walked through towards the floos on the other side.

Within a minute, we could hear people whispering, the Atrium echoes nicely, nothing is ever quiet there. Turning his smile to me, he removed his hand from mine and placed it over my shoulders, a more obvious statement, I happily put mine around his waist as we walked.

"Can I get a quote from Harry Potter, please?" a short reporter blocked our path.

"I haven't done anything worth commenting on," I mentioned with a smile, I knew what he was after.

"A quote from Mr. Potter is always worth something," he encouraged.

"How about a quote from Draco Malfoy?" Draco leaned forward, sneering at the reporter.

"That'll do!" he said excitedly.

"Get this down. Fuck. Off." he said.

He continued to walk with his arm around me, shouldering the reporter.

I tried to hide my laughter,"do you think he'll print that?"

"Naw, It might scare the kiddies." Draco spoke quietly into my hair.

I shivered at the gentle breath on me.

We finally made it to the wall of fireplaces, three not-so-subtle photographers followed at a distance.

'Shall we give them a show?" a devilish smile crawled against his lips.

"Minister's orders" I said defenseless and laughing.

Draco pulled me tight against his body, dipping me slightly, Merlin help me, if he hadn't been holding me up.

He kissed me deeply, my eyes closed from pleasure and I held in the moans that tried to escape. His lips were honey. The lights from the photographers started flashing. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, we had hoped this would happen. Now all the wizard world, well, those who read the Prophet, would know that Draco and I were an item and they could just fucking deal with it.

He finally pulled away, "I'll see you at home, dear." he said quietly.