A/N: Okay, nobody could figure out our co-writing so, we're going to give the answer and issue a new challenge and new prize! How my and my friend are writing this is by character. Sort of like role playing but now. Now the new challenge: Who are each of us writing? There are six characters to choose from for two people. Have fun! and the new prize is your choice. Choice 1: A drawing of either Pansy/Hermione, Blaise and Ron, or Draco, Harry, and the twins. Choice 2: A short one shot written by us. You pick pairings or just a general story, but please, no het excluding Colin and Ginny.

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"Well, a couple of days after our get-together I was enjoying an ice cream at Fortesques working on one of my piano pieces...

"Excuse me?"

Draco looked up from his sheet music, a frown crossing his face at the interruption, "May I help you?" His frown deepened into an annoyed scowl when the person talking to him, a tall, voluptuous blond, sat down

across from him.

"You are Draco Malfoy-Potter, are you not?" she asked, placing a black leather briefcase on the table in front of her.

Draco eyed her fancy robes and twisted, curly hair that was pulled back to show off diamond earrings that fell to her shoulders, with a bit of trepidation. Diagon Alley was full of gossips and reporters. People were going to get the wrong impression with this one. He knew it. Made him glad that Harry wasn't the overly jealous type, "It all depends. Who are

you and what do you want with me?" He asked.

The women smiled, showing off a row of straight white teeth, "I'm Callie Furlong, wizard/muggle liaison and correspondence for Virgin Records. We heard your music and think your working for the wrong company."

Draco's jaw dropped slightly in shock, which he quickly closed he tried to form the words his brain was supplying him with, "Virgin Records. –The- Virgin Records?"

Callie lit up a ultra slim cigarette, "The one and only." She pointed two of her fingers at him, "This company your writing for now is just a waste of your talents. You could be out there writing for the stars, not some low down, two faced tramp that couldn't carry a tune to save their life."

"What's the catch?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrow, "This sounds a little to good."

Callie shrugged and leaned back, "I don't blame you for being cautious. If I were in your shoes I'm sure I'd feel the same way." She took a drag off her cigarette, "The only catch is that while you work with us, you cannot work for anyone else."

Draco nodded, "I could handle that." He paused, "What are the chances of me working from home? I have all the equipment I need there, plus it'll give me a chance to spend time with my kids."

"We can do that." Callie opened her briefcase and pulled out a sheet of papers, "I just need you to fill out these papers and sign the contract. It's a year long contract and we'll renew it at the time of expiration if we are

still satisfied with your work."

"Right. Do you need these right away or can I look over them and return them tomorrow?"

Callie nodded and stood up, flicking her cigarette out into the street,

"That's not a problem. Just owl them to this address," She pointed to an address on the top corner of the paper Draco was holding, "And someone will be in contact with you right away." She held out her hand, "It was nice to meet you and I look forward to talking with you again."

Draco shook her hand and stood up also. He walked down to the ramshackle building that he called an office and headed inside, going straight for his boss's door, "Sir? I quit."

A short, chubby man who had a bald spot the size of a dessert plate, looked up from his papers, "What? Why? Your one of the best men we've got! We can't lose you!"

"Sorry, sir. I got a better a deal." He handed over a bunch of loose papers, "That's the latest song you asked for, completed and ready to go. I'm going to go empty out my office and head home." Draco turned and stepped out of the office.

Going into his own four doors down, he pulled out a couple of small boxes. After resizing them, he began packing his things away. His photos of Harry and the twins, and the one of his and Harry's hand fasting. His papers, empty sheet music, his travel sized keyboard, pens, and pencils. Re-shrinking everything he walked over to the fairly large empty area by his door, and after a quick look around, disapparated home.

Harry was feeding Ivy and Hyacinth their last bites of lunch when a sharp pop resounded echoed through the downstairs. A quick glance at the clock that was similar to Molly Weasleys showed that Draco was home, "Dray? Love? Are you home for lunch?" He called out, not bothering to get up to find his husband.

"I quit."

Harry looked at his husband as he walked into the room, "Quit what?" He asked as he tilted his head up for a kiss.

"Work." Draco gave Harry the kiss he silently asked for, plus another, deeper one for good measure. He then turned and kissed his daughters hello, after spending a minute looking for a fairly clean spot on their heads.

Harry crossed his arms and watched Draco resize and unpack his few boxes, "Now, I know we don't need the money from it and I also know that you didn't care for working there all that much, but you got to work with your music! Where else are you going to find something like that? You'll be going stir crazy in a week if you spend that much time with me and the twins."

"Actually, dear heart," Draco paused waiting for Harry's normal snort to all his wacky pet names, continuing on once satisfied, "I don't think that'll happen. I just had the most surprising day."

Harry stood up to grab a wet cloth from the sink and began cleaning off the twins, avoiding their flying hands and open, jabbering mouths with ease, "Why? What happened?"

"This." Draco slid the papers down the table with his hand then took the cloth from Harry's hand to allow his SO to read them. He tugged at one of Hyacinth's sandy blond pigtails then jerked his arm back to avoid being bitten, "Hyacinth…"

Harry picked up the papers and scanned through them. Then, realizing what they were, plopped down at the table and read through them again, except this time more slowly, "Draco, is this really?" He trailed off as he flipped through the contract.

"Yeah, it's real." Draco looked up from the twins, "Why do you look so flabbergasted?"

Harry flipped through the pages again, "Have you looked through this contract? Its…wow…if we were actually hurting for money, I'd say one year at this place would cure us of that in an instant." Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes, "Your taking it?"

"Yes." Draco hoisted Ivy out of her chair and smoothed down the front of her light green shirt, "How would you and your sister like to go visit your grandparents tonight?"

Ivy looked at Draco through silver blue eyes before looking down at her sister then back up at Draco, "go to gampa's?"

Draco nodded, "If that's all right with your papa that is."

Ivy looked down at Harry, "papa? gampa's?"

Harry grinned up at Ivy, catching his husbands drift, "That sounds fine to me." He then stood up and plucked Ivy out of Draco's arms, then bent down to grab Hyacinth out of her chair, where she was standing, "I'll go finish washing these two and change them, and you can floo your parents." Harry grinned at the slightly betrayed look on Draco's face before giving him a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "Love you."

"Yeah, yeah." Draco mumbled, heading towards the living room.