Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.

Authors Note: I will continue this story with snippets of Harry and Draco's life together. Some may be shorter than this, other longer. And this will only be something I can fall back on when my other stories become too much, so there won't be any regular updates.

Authors Note2: Thanks to my wonderful betas Tabitha and Lexi formerly Katy999.

* ~ * Lufian Simle II * ~ *

"I hate him!"

Harry hurried out into the living room to see what in heavens name Draco was complaining about this time. The blond man could complain about the colour of his shoe if he really wanted to.

"What is it this time Draco?" he asked. "And take off your shoes, how many times do I have to tell you?"

Draco growled but obeyed. Last time he hadn't, Harry had confined him to the couch for a week! He looked over at the other man and couldn't help but feel all his anger vanish. Damn Harry for having such an effect on him.

"What troubles you?" Harry asked again.

"It's that bloody idiot Robble's! He's managed to foil the entire mission once again."

"He's pretty new to the Unspeakables," Harry said comfortingly. "You can't expect him to be perfect from the first day."

"Pretty new?! Damn it, he's been with us for two years, and before that he was an Auror in the USA. Even I did better when I first started."

"Really? Because I remember treating some pretty bad wounds of yours-" Harry was cut off as Draco kissed him. "Manipulative Slytherin." He mumbled smilingly before getting out of the embrace. "Come now, dinner's ready."

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Two Days Later, Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic

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"Robble!" Draco hollered and every Unspeakable winced. There was a good reason why they called their Captain 'the Dragon'. Draco could, and would when he got angry, chew you to bits and then spit you out.

Another blond stood up. He was half an inch shorter than his superior, with jewel blue eyes and a handsome, masculine face that was framed by shoulder long straight hair. "What now?" he asked in a bored tone.

"My office!" the former Slytherin barked. "Now, Robble, not in a hundred years."

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on." Robble replied once again with a bored drawl. He followed Draco to the man's office, and rolled his eyes when he saw the carved dragon on the door. However, it was the griffin that flew beside the dragon that caught his attention.

Draco roughly pushed the young man in front of him and entered himself. This was the last time this nincompoop ruined any of his missions. "Sit." He growled and pointed at a chair.

"What it the horrible crime I'm being accused off this time?" Robble asked.

"Once again you have messed up a bloody mission. And why? Because you had a nice little night with some whore or other. If you don't want to be an Unspeakable, Robble, then just tell me so, and you'll be transferred."

Robble realised that it wasn't an offer but an order. "You can't do that to me!" he cried jumping up.

"It's already done, Robble. Signed by the Minister of Magic himself, by all the other Captains of the Unspeakables, and by the Head of the Unspeakables. You're going back to being an Auror, and you're going back to the US." Draco couldn't help the vicious smirk. "Pack your things, Robble."

"Y-you can't do this to me!" Robble repeated. "I-I'll come back, Malfoy, mark my words, and then you're the one to pay!"

"Ah, yes, good you reminded me," Draco's smirk just grew nastier. "There'll be no more Unspeakable-career for you. Not in the US, not here, nor anywhere else in the world. So, I hope you enjoy your time as a trainee Auror-"

"Trainee!?!"

"Of course. Didn't you know that anyone who leaves the Aurors and then comes back has to go through the entire period once again?" Robble stared at Draco at a loss of words. "No? Really, how stupid can you get."

There was a short knock on his door. An Unspeakable trainee stuck her head in. "Sorry to interrupt sir, but Harry's here." She smiled happily.

All of the Unspeakables loved it when Harry came to visit Draco, because usually the black-haired brought some homemade cookies. And since most of the Unspeakables were single, they jumped at this chance and by the time Harry managed to reach Draco's office, the cookies had usually disappeared down to the last crumb. Harry was accepted into their midst as much as if he'd been an Unspeakable himself, perhaps even more. Everyone protected the former Gryffindor, and those who spoke badly of Harry were usually put in their place soon enough and transferred to some other Department.

However, Harry hadn't been there in the last three years. He had been busy setting up his Magical CSI business and training a group of Muggleborn people to help him out with it. Draco could hear the shouts of 'Harry! Any cookies this time?!', 'We've been good boys!' and 'Come on Harry, have a seat!' and 'Good to see you again!'

Draco hurriedly stood up and walked out of his office. And sure enough Harry was there. However, he was currently surrounded by dozens of Unspeakables praising him on his business – it had taken a huge load off of their shoulders – and welcoming him back after such a long time.

"Draco's a lucky bastard, getting to see you as often as he does." One young man said.

"And you're damn beautiful too. I wouldn't mind watching you all day long." Another said.

Harry rolled his eyes. They always flirted with him when he came, so he had grown used to it over the years. The first time it had happened he had blushed from head to toe, much to the amusement of the Unspeakables.

"Now, now, gentlemen," he finally cut them off. "Unless you want extra shifts or something equally unpleasant, I suggest you let me go. If Draco catches you like this, he'll become as unpredictable as a rattle snake."

"This rattle snake has already caught them red-handed at it!" Draco spoke up and the Unspeakables around Harry cleared with the speed of light. "That's better. What are you doing here?" he asked after hugging the Gryffindor close to him. "I thought you were busy with that case in China."

"I finished it, and it's low on cases these days – thank the gods – so I left Cherry in charge and came here to visit you and the guys." Harry straightened Draco's rank-pin and the other medallions he had gotten hold of over the years. Draco still hadn't let him out of his arms, instead settling his hands on Harry's hips.

"Well, well, well, who is this little beauty?" Robble stepped up to them and down right tugged Harry out of Draco's arms. He was a bit surprised when his former Captain did nothing to stop him, and instead smirked. He shrugged and looked back down on the black haired man in his arms.

He hadn't been lying when he had called him a beauty. The skin was honey-gold in colour, the incredible green eyes were hypnotic. A perfect mix between male and female. And now the Beauty was trying to get out of his grasp.

"If you'd be kind enough to let me go…" Harry struggled still.

"Harry, dear, let me present Chris Robble. Robble, this is my husband, Harry Potter." Draco said. He knew the other Unspeakables were following the scene with interest. Last time someone had tried to force Harry into anything they had ended up in St. Mungos.

"Ah, Harry Potter, we meet at last." Robble tried to purr seductively, but Harry just looked at him clearly thinking that he was choking on something. "Tell me, why in heavens name do you stay with people like him, when you can have better blokes?"

"And I suppose you're this 'better bloke'?" Harry's eyes had narrowed dangerously, and everyone there knew that the Boy Who Lived was getting pissed off. That is, everyone except Robble.

"Well, now that you mention it…" Robbles instincts were screaming at him to run and hide, but he ignored them – the small and lean Harry couldn't do any damage to him – so he leaned forward and tried to kiss the green-eyed man. Instead he would himself face to face with a wand.

"One more move, Mr Robble, and I'll be forced to use this." Harry growled. Now he knew the reason why Draco let him handle this alone. Robble clearly needed to be taken down several notches. It wasn't that the blond thought that Harry couldn't handle himself, it was the fact that he loved taking revenge on people who even dared to look at Harry in the wrong way. Possessive, manipulating Slytherin.

"Come now, Harry, put that way and we can have some fun." Robble, it seemed, had completely forgotten that they were in a room full of people.

Harry was not impressed. "One more chance, Mr Robble."

Robble chuckled. "How can you resist me, Harry?"

"Easily." The Gryffindor replied before blasting the other man to the other side of the room with one small flick of his wand. The room burst out into applause, wolf-whistling and cheering. Robble was sent to the Hospital Ward in the Ministry building, but no one noticed.

"Wonderful job Harry!"

"You showed 'im!"

"Go Harry!"

"Couldn't have put it better myself!"

Draco chuckled and wrapped his arms around Harry again. "So, how did it feel?"

"Wonderful!" Harry replied. "I haven't had the chance to knock someone unconscious for a long time now, and there's this guy at work who's been a pain in the arse."

"I sense a pattern here. Want me to come and visit you next time?"

Harry laughed and kissed the Slytherin.

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Well, this one is finished. Please tell me what you think.

This is the un-betaed version, the correct one will be up as soon as my betas finish.

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