Monday arrived far too quickly for Draco and Hermione who had been holed up in his flat the remainder of the weekend, hiding from the rest of the Wizarding world that had been thrown into a frenzy when the photo had been splashed across the front page of not only the Prophet but Witch Weekly as well. Reporters from every wizarding publication had camped outside each of their flats and Grimauld Place trying to catch a glimpse of the "couple of the century".
Harry stepped through the Floo and brushed the soot off of his cloak. He looked up at them and grinned. "It's a fucking circus out there. I really didn't think this would be such a shock for everyone else."
Hermione had been curled up on the sofa in the living area of Draco's flat with a warm cup of tea with Draco settled on the arm of the sofa near her head. Hermione gave Draco a skeptical look before turning her attention to Harry. "Why do they care so much? They didn't do this to you and Ginny, or even when Ron and I were together."
"Probably because of me." Draco shrugged. "I've been Britain's most eligible bachelor eight years running don't you know." he rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss her. "They all want to know what you did to capture me."
"I didn't do anything," Hermione mumbled against his lips. "Did I?"
"Fourteen years Granger." He grinned impishly. "You've done a lot in that time." Hermione's face flushed crimson at the implications he had made about their weekend.
"Oversharing." Harry quipped. "Let's get to work before Robards fires both of us." The trio stepped into the Floo together and hurtled toward the Ministry. Other aurors were already stationed at the entrances to the Atrium so that no reporters barged in to disturb the peace.
"Miss Granger." Head Auror Robards greeted as she stepped from the floo with the boys. "I see your boys are taking good care of you. We'll have the circus cleared out before the end of the day."
"I'm sorry that all of this has caused such a stir, sir." Hermione blushed. "It wasn't my intention at all."
"We all knew it was going to happen when the story hit the front page." Robards shrugged. "All I have to say is that you do not let your relationship get in the way of work. Potter can share the rules with you." he winked and started walking off.
"No sir!" Hermione blushed fiercely.
"Come on. Let's go." Draco tucked her into his side as they made their way to the lifts and up to their offices. Harry leaned against the side of the lift with a smirk plastered across his face. "What?" Draco eyed him suspiciously.
"There are rules." Harry grinned. "There will be no fucking in the office. There are places for that. Her office is fair game, ours is off-limits."
"I think your desk is fair game, Potter," Draco smirked.
"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione squeaked. "We will not be having sex on Harry's desk or anywhere inside the Ministry."
"Mione" Draco whined. "James was conceived on my bed. It's payback."
"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Harry chuckled merrily.
"Nope." Draco deadpanned.
"There will be no sex at the Ministry." Hermione reiterated. Draco advanced on her, she squeaked and retreated until her back was against the lift wall. His lips ghosted up her neck until he was breathing softly in her ear.
"Are you sure that's a hard and fast rule?" he purred in her ear, making her breath catch.
"I'm sure." Hermione squeaks before letting out a breathy sigh.
"We'll see about changing your mind." Draco nipped at her earlobe and backed away as the lift doors opened.