OMG, do you know how stupid my mother is? Tres. Harsh, you may think, but how many 41-year-old family law consultants do you know that go and break their arm trying to stop a shopping trolley crash into the back of an ugly maroon car? Anyway, as she can barely do anything, I have to go and help her at work every second of my spare time up until Christmas, so my story may be slowed down for a while. My apologies, blame stupid useless shopping trolleys and slanted car parks.

RadcliffeRox24: You lucky bastard, it doesn't come out her for another 3 DAYS. (trust me, there've been tears) Anyway, maybe I should explain what okey doke is: apart from being a charming expression, it was this British TV show about this little man made out of gum nuts who lived in an oak tree. Another show I love: sootie. I LOVE SOOTIE. (Did you get that in America? Best show ever. This little sock puppet that had a friends like Sam the superdog and Sue the panda.) No, I'm not insane my friend reminded me of it in English today. What's North Idaho like? Not like South Idaho I hope? (Geez, I'm lame. Is there even a South Idaho? Maybe there's even an east and a west! This is riveting, I'm sure.)

Captain-Alex-obvious: I love Kath and Kim! My mum, or "cripple" as I like to call her, is under the belief that I am Kim. But I wouldn't believe anything she says, she's mental. I'm moving to England ASAP, too. I'm visiting my uncle there in two years when I go on my French trip with school (which is costing me an arm and a leg), and I'm hoping to run away with Daniel Radcliffe (either that or become a hobo in Hyde Park). And thanks, Rose is a bit of a star, isn't she?

Wow, that was long. Anyways, here is the next chapter, with a better name than the last one.

Chapter Eleven: The Ministry

"Rose, really, it's not that exciting." Harry insisted, trying to prepare himself for work, only to be plagued by a bubbly Rose, bouncing hysterically around him.

"Of course it's exciting. We should hold a party, it's so exciting!" She exclaimed. Her bouncing finally stopping out of pure exhaustion; following Harry around the house like a silly schoolgirl was tiring.

"Rose, it's not that exciting. We're just going to the Ministry, then to St Mungo's. Really, it's not a big deal."

"Says you! You haven't spent the last five months cooped up in here!" Said Rose, who brushed past Harry and bounded into her own room, fetching her coat and bag.

"Fine!" Harry called from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry up!" He called again as Rose dashed down the stairs, beaming.

"Ready?" Harry grinned.

"Course!" declared Rose. Harry rolled his eyes as they stepped into the grate.

Rose's excitement could not be contained. She was on fire, as charming as ever. Harry was so proud of her, she was very good at playing make believe. Every witch and wizard they conversed with was enchanted by Rose, finding her chatty and lovely.

Finally reaching the Auror department, Rose and Harry were met by a sea of familiar faces. After chatting with Kingsley and Tonks, Harry and Rose met with Luna, Ron and Hermione.

"I think I might get married soon," Luna mused, as the five of them sat around Harry's luxurious office; being the head auror at the Ministry of Magic had its perks. Harry and Rose were due at St Mungo's in an hour, and Harry had to check up on everyone on their way through.

"Good for you, Luna. Anyone in mind?" Asked Ron, his feet resting on the coffee table sloppily.

"No, just seems like a good idea." She replied.

"M-Mr Potter," a short young witch with bobbing blonde curls stuttered nervously, appearing at the door. "M-Mr and M-Mrs Weasley,"

"Oh, hello Alice, have you met my wife?" Harry asked, gesturing to Rose, who sat on his desk, affectionately.

"Oh, hello," Alice blushed. "Mr Finnegan is in a bit of… a spot, sir." She squeaked.

"Seamus's blown something up again, has he?" Harry laughed.

"Yes, sir; his desk, sir." Alice giggled.

"Leave it, Harry. He's not even in your department," Ron whined.

"Yeah, and leave him to Malfoy? I don't think so." Harry said, rising from his chair. Malfoy had landed Barty Crouch's old job as Head of Department of International Magical Co-operation. Seamus was the Irish corespondent. Harry immediately remembered his giddy secretary. "Oh, thanks Alice, we'll be there in a second."

"Oh, okay." She smiled giddily, shuffling out of the doorway.

"Hey, we'll be back in a moment. I'll sort this out and then we'll head off, ok?" said Harry, stifling a yawn. Hermione and Ron followed suit, the latter mumbling agitatedly all the while.

"Luna'll keep you company," Harry smiled. "Right?" he asked Luna, who was staring peacefully at an insignificant spot on the wall. "Right?" Harry asked again. "Luna?" Luna finally stirred, dazedly turning around to Harry and Rose.

"You'll stay here till we get back?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes." She said vaguely, looking around as though she didn't know where she was.

"Alright, see you in a bit." Said Harry as he, Ron and Hermione exited the room.

A minute had hardly passed when Rose and Luna were joined by another guest, this time not so pleasant. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Rose whipped her head around. Standing in the doorway was a tall, blonde man, his face displaying an arrogant sneer.

"Oh, hello, Harry's out at the moment. I'm Rose, Rose Potter." Rose stood up, offering out her hand. Draco Malfoy only smirked.

"And I'm Luna L-"

"I know very well who you are, Lovegood." Malfoy snapped. Turning back to Rose he donned a sickly sweet smile.

"It's about time we met, Mrs Potter. I feel we have much to discuss." Malfoy said earnestly.

"Really?" Rose smiled nervously; this man was making her feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course!" Malfoy exclaimed disbelievingly, making his way over to the leather sofa. Sitting down in his stately, arrogant manner, he smiled malevolently, enjoying Rose's discomfort.

"Well, what can I do for you, Mr…?" Rose asked. Growing surer of herself, she sat down confidently on the opposite sofa.

"Malfoy," He stated simply. He watched maliciously as Rose recognised the name. "Seeing that Harry and I work so closely, I thought it only proper to come and get acquainted with his lovely wife." He drawled sarcastically.

"Oh, I see." Rose said as politely as possible. Every old scholar of Hogwarts she came across had a story to tell about Draco Malfoy.

"So… How are you, Mrs Potter?"

"Fine," she replied suspiciously. "And you, Mr Malfoy?"

"Alright, I've had enough!" He exploded. "I know you're up to something. I don't know what it is, but something's going on that I don't know about." He was standing now, his finger waving darkly at Rose.

Rose stood up defiantly. Luna sat, cup of tea in hand, calmly on the sofa following the conversation like a tennis match.

"Mr Malfoy, I hate to disappoint you, but there is absolutely nothing 'going on'." She said dangerously.

"Ha! I'll kiss a muggle sooner than believe that!" He scoffed. "Potter goes and knocks up some mystery muggle and I'm not supposed to take no notice? I'm not as thick as the rest of those bloody Gryffindors. Something's up and I know it!" he was making his way around the coffee table and coming face to face with Rose.

"I think you should leave, Mr Malfoy." Rose said unsteadily. She was frightened like all hell. Malfoy just smirked.

"I'm on to you. I'll find out, you know." He was now face to face with Rose, his breath on her skin sending a shiver up her spine. He grabbed her wrist threateningly. "I always find out."

"Malfoy!" Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in the door way. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Next thing she knew, Harry was at Rose's side, his hand wound comforting around hers. Rose trembled at his touch.

"Nothing, Potter!" Malfoy spat. "Absolutely nothing!" He barked, bustling proudly, (robes swishing in traditional Slytherin style) out of the room.

With the room Malfoy-free, Rose collapsed in Harry's arms. "That was so scary." She whimpered.

"What happened?" Asked Hermione, who came around and rubbed Rose on the back.

"H-He knows," Rose whispered, looking up at Harry directly in the eyes.

"He knows? Everything?" said Harry, his voice filled with panic.

"No. But he can tell something's up. What if he finds out? He'd go straight to the Daily Prophet! Everyone'd know…they'll be out to get us…tricking everyone like that…and James! What about James?"

"Hey," Harry cooed, stroking Rose's hair, "It'll be alright."

"Yeah," said Ron. "Malfoy's weak. He can't do anything by himself. It'd take him what…a month to do anything really bad."

"Thank you, dear." Hermione muttered, sending Ron a sinister look.

"You alright now?" Asked Harry, lifting up Rose's chin.

"'Course," She smiled.

"We better be off, then." He sighed. Kissing Rose on the cheek, they pulled apart. After grabbing their belongings they bid Ron and Hermione goodbye. On reaching the door they were by stopped by a confused voice.

"Is Terry Boot still single?" Luna mused.

Did everyone get that last joke? Yes? Good. Anyway, maybe I should explain my 'hands off' joke from the last chapter. You probably don't care but I'll tell you anyway. My school is so pathetic that next year they're enforcing the 'hands off' rule - where you're not allowed to touch people. Y'know how you link arms with your friends and stuff? How homophobic and backwards is that? Anyway, Elizabeth (Ron and Hermione's kid) and Alice (the ditzy secretary)? They're my friends from school who bullied me into naming someone after them.

Alrighty, another chapter done. This one made actually had a plot line, which is exciting.

Stay in school, don't do drugs, lots of love

Lucy

PS: What happened to all my reviewers? You haven't deserted me, have you? if you have, well boo hoo to you. That's a sin, that is. Have fun in hell. (not, really, but you're off my christmas card list)