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Chapter 1

"Harry… Harry, stop. Harry!"

Hermione couldn't hold back the childlike giggles anymore as her boyfriend ghosted kisses across her abdomen, his bangs trailing along as well. He knew she was ticklish there, just as she knew he wouldn't stop until she fell apart. Harry stopped his assault on Hermione's stomach just long enough to glance at her over the rim of his glasses. His vision was blurred but he could make out her smile as she tried to catch her breath from laughing. He grinned at her cheekily when she looked down at him.

"No, I don't think I will." And he dove right back into kissing her, tracing his fingers up her sides to tease her further.

"Wai—" her protest dissolved into another fit of giggles and continued until she finally managed to grasp his head in her hands and haul him up to face her. He hovered over her for a second before lowering his body onto hers to secure her to the bed they were lying on.

"You, Mr. Potter," she chided him, "are not playing fair."

He grinned at her again, his green eyes sparkling with mirth, "All's fair in love, Hermione."

With that he dove in for a kiss, his lips meeting hers with practiced ease. Hermione moaned quietly and he took advantage and teased her tongue with his own, drawing sighs of happiness from the witch beneath him. Her hands went to his already messy hair and mussed it further and he groaned into the kiss as she raked her nails lightly across his scalp.

He broke their kiss abruptly, "Merlin, woman! You're going to make me late!"

"So be late," she said without remorse.

Harry groaned again, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and inhaling the scent of his witch,. She smelled as she always did, lavender and vanilla; a combination which he found intoxicating. He placed a kiss on her neck and another on her chin before hauling his head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes had darkened with want and he just about gave into her desires. With a sigh he hung his head and tried to ignore her hands that had slipped to his back to trace patterns there.

"I can't be late today. We've got new recruits coming in and I have to be there for the assignments."

He kissed her nose and forced himself to roll off of her and stand from their shared bed. He chuckled at her grumbles and leaned down to kiss them away. She huffed a little when he pulled away before she could deepen the kiss and while he wanted nothing more than to hop back into bed with her and ravish her until her screams of pleasure left her hoarse. He turned away, lest he give into this thought, and pulled a pair of boxers on and quickly followed with a pair of pants. He felt her gaze and glanced over to see her eyeing him unabashedly.

"You should definitely be late today."

He smiled at her, "I can't believe Miss Hermione Granger is encouraging me to be late. What happened to Little Miss Punctual?"

"Screw being punctual, get your perfect ass back into bed and have your way with me."

Harry closed his eyes, willing his growing erection to go down. She was purposefully pushing his buttons in just the right way this morning. Damn her mouth. With a ragged exhale Harry shook his head and met her gaze again.

"The Minister insisted that I be there this morning and – yep I'm late." He said looking at the clock.

He spun around and dashed into their closet to grab and shirt and his robes before he hurried back to her side. He kissed her quickly and ran for the bedroom door so he could head to the fireplace to floo into work. He turned around with a handful of floo powder and caught a glimpse of Hermione clad only in her red lace knickers.

"This isn't over Harry! I'll get what I want sooner, rather than later!"

He smiled knowing he'd have a 'meeting' later today and shouted his destination. The floo system opened and promptly deposited him at the Ministry of Magic. He pulled on his Auror robes, straightening his hastily thrown on dress shirt. His hands went to his hair as he approached the lift, but it was a lost cause as he attempted to smooth it down. Bedhead plus Hermione just ensured that his normally unruly hair would be even messier than normal. He grabbed the handle of the lift as it took off, holding on for dear life as it went about its usual insanely jerky path before stopping at his floor. He stumbled out and hurried into the main Auror office, calling out responses to his coworkers who greeted him. He couldn't get into the meeting room fast enough as he saw through the glass that Kingsley had already begun talking. He opened the door quietly and slipped into the room, sidling along the back row of standing Aurors. He came to a stop next to Oliver Wood, who grinned and shook his head.

"Way to go, Potter."

"Shut it Wood. What'd I miss?" he kept his tone low, not wanting the Minister to notice his late arrival.

"Kingsley told us that two of our new recruits are from the probation program and he's already picked their partners. It's strange that he's not letting us pick like he usually would."

"No kidding. I don't envy whoever gets them."

Oliver shook his head and refocused on the Minister who was about to announce who was assigned to the two probationers. Harry sent his gaze up front as well just as Kingsley's booming voice made the announcements.

"Harry Potter! Your trainee is Draco Malfoy!"

Anything else the Minister said was muffled as a platinum blonde head swiveled, looking around the room for his assigned mentor. His silver eyes landed on Harry, his expression one of indifference as Harry tried his best not to grimace. His life was about to get a lot more difficult.

Hermione couldn't believe it. He got her all riled and ready to go with that wake up and basically ran out of their bedroom to go to work. She scoffed and pressed her lips together and threw off the covers, mumbling under her breath.

"I don't think so."

She hurried to the door and into the hall, catching his eye just as he stepped into the fireplace. Ignoring her half-nakedness, she all but shook her fist at him as she yelled, "This isn't over Harry! I'll get what I want sooner, rather than later!"

He grinned and was gone in a flare of green flames. She huffed and crossed her arms over her bare chest before going back into their room to grab a shirt. She settled on one of his casual button ups and after putting it on, made her way into the kitchen to put the kettle on. She hummed as she filled the pot the muggle way, some habits die hard, and glanced at the clock on the stove. It read 9:16 and she chuckled when she realized that Harry himself must have missed waking up on time, but still took the time to rouse her before he left. She sighed as she gathered the necessary items for her tea before sitting down to wait for the water to heat. Her mind wandered to where it normally went in the morning, her and Harry's relationship.

So much had happened with the war and the aftermath of it. Losing Ron to some Snatchers hurt both of them so deeply that it had made the months after strained. The horcruxs were no easier to find and their minds had been clouded by grief. They had truly found each other during that time. The grief was the excuse they needed to finally turn to each other. Harry had been holding back to give Ron his chance but Hermione had grown tired of waiting. It didn't seem disrespectful to Ron's memory, just natural.

Hermione wondered when being with Harry became so complicated. She supposed it was when the war ended and they decided to stay together, but she had wanted to keep it a secret. It was selfish, but she didn't want their relationship splashed across the Daily Prophet by Rita Skeeter and twisted into something impure when they would drag Ron's name through the mud. Hermione sneered at the thought of the vile woman just as the kettle began to whistle. She fixed her tea and made her way to her home office that she used the second bedroom for.

The light filtered through the sheer silvery blue curtains that framed the double window. A long, waist high table that was set against the left wall was lined with various potions in different stages of completion. Notes on said potions littered the table, each carefully noted and organized in a way only she understood. She bypassed her potions station to go to a smaller desk that sat in front of the window. Her desk held book after book on practical magic. Hermione had devoted herself to creating ways to protect the helpless and that meant creating spells and potions for practical use that everyone could use. Her most recent book, Theory to Practice: A Step-by-Step guide to the Use of Offensive Light Magic, was already in the works to be integrated into wizarding schools around the globe. She was proud of her work. The potions she was working on were going to be featured in her next book, Potent Potions: Everyday Potions for Protection. One could never be too prepared. She had learned that the hard way during the war.

She sat at her desk, outlining the latest chapter for her book when a series of alarms began to go off indicating that one or more potions needed tending. She had charmed each cauldron to glow when the next step was needed. Some were simple, some complicated, but all created by her. She added the powdered scarab to the blue potion, stirring seven times clockwise and seven times counter clockwise. It turned green and began to boil so she adjusted the heat so that it would simmer slowly. A quick glance at the other potions told her that none would need her attention for a few hours. After making the necessary notes to that potion's logbook, she turned away. Hermione hummed lightly and made her way back to her desk to continue outlining her book.

Hours later and two chapters down, Hermione set her quill aside and stretched. She stood from her chair and hurried into the bedroom to change her clothes. Chuckling to herself she searched for the matching bra that completed the set that the underwear that she wore went with. Harry loved the red set more than any other in her collection. She let out a victorious shout when she found it and put it on. Now she just needed that slinky black dress she wore on their last anniversary. Harry hadn't made it through dinner with that one. She grinned mischievously when she found the strapless number and slipped it on. Cloak, cloak, cloak, where was her cloak?

She found it laying on the couch in the living room and pulled it on after she slid into her favorite pair of high heeled boots. Buttoning up the cloak to conceal the dress beneath it, she stepped into the fireplace and shouted out her destination. She landed at the Ministry and brushed the soot from her cloak. This part of her relationship with Harry was stressful and exciting all at the same time. While they didn't want the wizarding world to know that they were a couple, they still would show up in public as friends. Luckily she could use research for her books as an excuse to visit the Aurors, what with them being the most knowledgeable about offensive spells and even potions. She marched to the lift with determination, nodding at the greetings given by the random passer-by. She took the lift to Harry's floor and stepped off when it stopped. Luckily the Auror office tended to be emptier later in the day as Aurors were called out to help the public.

She breezed into the office, not bothering to take in her surroundings as she focused on the hallway leading to private offices. Third door on the right down the hall, his name was written in gold on the dark wood. Hermione put on her most seductive grin, knocked once, and opened the door without waiting for a response.

Files. Potter had him sorting through hundreds of files. Did no one in the damn office ever do any of their own filing or did they just throw them all into this pile. He was beginning to make some headway though, the stacks growing smaller as he sorted them by hand, having been forbidden to use his wand. Potter mentioned something about building patience. What the fuck ever. All he was learning was how much he hated files. The door to the office swung open for what seemed like the thousandth time this morning, Draco couldn't stop the reaction of checking to see who was coming through it as the reaction was built up from the war. Holy hell. No, it couldn't be. Surely all this filing was making him see things, see anything but fucking files. He shook his head quickly, making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, and watched her walk quickly to the hallway leading to the senior Auror offices.

He stood swiftly and followed silently, almost in a daze. She looked exactly the same as the last time he had seen her, when she testified at his trial. She hadn't met his gaze then just as she hadn't now, but he knew it was her. She had tamed her curls, but they were longer now. She still had the same air of confidence that winning a war and being the heroine of said war had given her. She held herself with pride and determination. He peeked around the corner in time to see her knock on the third door down and let herself in. He scooted silently down the hall, counting the doors until he reached the third one. He'd seen the seductive smile she put on her face before entering and now understood the determination in her walk. He stopped at the door and when he read the name he couldn't believe how the entire wizarding world didn't know. He had just witnessed Hermione Granger walk into the office of one Harry J. Potter if the name on the door was anything to go by.

Oh, this little bit of information was just too good to pass up.

Draco smiled, feeling like a Slytherin for the first time since the war as a plan began to form in his head.

Let me know what you think. Read, review, follow, favorite. Don't judge some parts too harshly, most questions will be explained in further details in later chapters. Patience dear ones. Just be glad you're not filing hundreds of files. Any mistakes are mine as I don't have a beta! I hope you liked Ch. 1.