The next time Blaise saw Harry he happened to be on his way out of the men's bathroom at the Ministry when Potter barged through the door and leant on it, panting slightly. "Zabini! What are you doing here?" Blaise had his hand still outstretched to reach for the door when this happened, so they were, in fact, very close. Blaise pulled his hand back and raised an amused eyebrow, "I was dropping off some parchmentwork to the Department of Magical Imports and Exports. What are you doing? Hiding from your secretary again?"

Harry chuckled, "the press actually," he replied, "bloody pests won't leave me alone."

"Oh?" Blaise asked, "and why's that?"

"We finally caught Rodolphus Lestrange, and they want me to give a statement," Harry told him.

"Surely that is within your job description though? And why wouldn't you want the world to know you have finally caught the murdering bastard?" Blaise asked slightly confused.

Harry grimaced, "I do want everyone to know, it's just the press twist my words and don't allow me to answer. I need to get back to my desk so I can write a formal statement. That way they have to print it verbatim and the team responsible will get the credit."

"You weren't the one to catch him?" questioned Blaise.

Harry shook his head, "not really, I got a lead and together with the team that I took, tracked him down. He and I duelled yes, but it was really the others that caught him. Seamus cast the disarming curse, Marcus, the stunner and incarcerus and Ernie was the one who handcuffed him and brought him in. I just distracted Lestrange." Blaise was stunned at Harry's modesty.

"Right, and duelling with a powerful wizard who had no intention of being taken alive is nothing, is it?" Harry shrugged again, Blaise blinked and decided to change the subject, "so how do you propose on getting out of here unnoticed?"

Harry just suddenly seemed to realise exactly where he was and Blaise saw his cheeks redden slightly as his mind worked. "Right, erm, I'll become invisible and follow you out. They didn't see me come in here, so they shouldn't be looking for me to come out."

Blaise raised both eyebrows this time and with a smirk, he said, "and what if someone spots the disillusionment charm and cancels it? It might look as though we're having some sort of clandestine affair." He watched as the colour on Potters cheeks got darker, that was interesting.

Potter patted his robe pockets and pulled out an invisibility cloak, "I'm good," he said as he covered himself. Blaise was impressed with the cloak, it was obviously very high quality, he couldn't see anything even as close as he was and there was usually some distortion from the charms used to make the cloaks.

Shrugging, Blaise nodded, "very well, but this is assuming I'll go along with your plan," he said as he leant sideways on the wall next to them, crossing his legs at the ankle.

The hood of the cloak popped off and he saw the confusion in Potters eyes before the messy-haired man chuckled, "right, Slytherin, of course, can't do anything out of the goodness of your hearts."

Blaise arched an eyebrow, "Gryffindor, thinking that anyone would help out of the goodness of their heart when they can use a situation to their advantage."

"Oh?" asked Harry in a teasing tone, "so are you saying you're not a good person? I am Head Auror you know, might want to watch what you say."

Blaise let a wicked smile curve his lips, "oh I can be very, very good, on occasion." He watched as Harry swallowed heavily.

"Er, right, well what did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice coming out a little breathless.

Blaise pushed off the wall and stepped closer, Harry had to tilt his head back to see his face properly, cursing his height for what had to be close to the millionth time. The silence stretched between them for a long moment before Blaise said, "a future favour."

Harry's eyebrows snapped together in anger, "I'm not agreeing to that," he said but before he could go further Blaise interrupted.

"Nothing that would compromise your reputation or your job, I'll promise to ask nothing of you in your professional capacity." Harry searched his eyes for a moment, he must have seen something as he relaxed and nodded and flipped up his hood. "Well, after me then, I suppose," Blaise said, and with another wicked smile he leant towards where the Head Auror was standing. His arm reaching out, he heard a sharp intake of breath as his face and body came close enough to feel the heat coming from the other man. He could smell the tantalizing scent of male aftershave and scent that must be uniquely Harry Potter. His hand moved past the other man and grasped the door handle, twisting he pushed the door open and stepped around the place where Harry was standing and walked into the corridor. He held the door for a moment with his elbow as he pretended to smooth his robes, he felt it when Potter brushed past him and nodded minutely at the muttered thanks. Turning towards the main entrance he left the ministry.