Sorry for the long abstinence...there is a very good reason for it. There was a certain review I received that was telling me how to write my story. Let me make this clear to the person who did that. This is my story and therefore it will be written by me. This may seem spiteful, but this chapter has been hard coming because I've been so pissed about that. Some of you are probably wondering what's wrong with me for getting so mad about someone saying how to write something, and why I just didn't ignore it. My answer is...that's just me.

Draco should have known that the peace he was feeling wouldn't last. He was a Malfoy…and a Slytherin…things didn't go smoothly for either one of those, let alone both. So when he came down the stairs to find Harry staring at the Daily Prophet he knew that something was wrong, after all, it was the first time Harry had even picked up the paper in his time of living here.

Draco peered over Harry's shoulder and read the headline that the bespectacled man was engrossed with.

SAVIOR OF WIZARDING WORLD, LIVING WITH DRACO MALFOY?

Draco skimmed the article before he bustled around the kitchen making tea. "It's not the end of the world."

Harry snapped out of the trance like state he was in and turned his attention to the blonde he had been living with for the past few weeks. "You don't think one of the people at my birthday said anything do you?"

Draco raised an elegant eyebrow. "Do you want me to answer that truthfully or lie sweetly to you?"

Harry glared at Draco, knowing what he was getting at. Draco thought that one of them had told the Daily Prophet and Harry couldn't deny the fact that he had been thinking the same thing. However, he didn't think the article was all that incriminating. All it really stated was that Harry was still alive and that he was living with Draco Malfoy. Harry had skipped past the part of the reporter fearing for Harry's safety in living with a gay man, after all, that part didn't bother him in the least.

Harry sighed as Draco set a cup of tea before him. Draco looked at him over the top of his mug, watching the emotions flicker through Harry's eyes. He would love to know what the man was thinking after all, he thought he deserved that privilege when he had broken the ice around Harry's heart. Draco frowned as he looked at the article. It was all the bloody article's fault.

"Would you mind if I went to work with you today?"

Draco broke out of his thoughts as Harry spoke. "To work?"

"Yes," Harry started, an easy smile taking his lips. "I am kind of free loading off of you."

Draco opened his mouth to protest but Harry interrupted him.

"Anyways, weren't you saying something about it being good for me to get out of the house?"

"You do know that the Daily Prophet is printed as the Ministry, right?"

"You do know that if I don't go to work with you the reporters will be hounding you all day?" Harry replied before he took a sip of his tea.

Draco let a light smile take his lips. "Alright, you win. But don't expect me to hold you hand through you begging for a job."

Harry chuckled. "But that would cause a scene and ruin your badass Slytherin image."

Draco went bright red, causing Harry to laugh louder. Harry let out a grunt as the paper hit him in the head as Malfoy left the room.

HPDMHPDMHPDM

Draco couldn't believe it. When he had said that Harry would have to beg for a job he had honestly believed it, he had not expected to have Harry walk into the Minister of Magic's office only to have the man beg Harry to accept a position as an Auror.

Draco sighed as he led Harry down the hall, ignoring the looks that they were attracting. Everyone must have read the article, it was on the front page, and most likely all of them were wondering if Draco had contaminated their dearly beloved savior. Draco smiled ruefully at the thought remembering the day last week when Harry had all but pinned him to the floor in a make out session.

Draco was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he had almost past his office until he read the name on the door. He swung back to see Harry biting back a laugh as he opened the door and ushered the man in. Draco closed the door, not bother to lock it since it wouldn't have done any good before he sat down in his over used chair.

"So…this is your office." Harry remarked as he looked around. He had taken the chair across from Draco.

"Yes," Draco replied warily, watching the man observe his office.

"It's very…clean."

Draco snorted in response. "You can say you don't like it."

"It's just so plain."

"Why thank you. I enjoy making my office as lifeless as possible so that it gives me good measure to leave at the end of the day." Draco replied. He could tell that Harry was about to respond but they were interrupted by Draco's door all but flying open to reveal Hermione standing there.

She looked between them before she entered the office, a tight smile upon her face. "Harry, it's good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too." Harry replied casually.

"How have you been?"

"Fair enough."

"Not lonely?"

"Nope, I've been spending time with Draco."

Draco could tell from where he was sitting that the remark had hit something inside of Hermione. The woman was turning red in the face and breathing deeply as if trying to calm herself. The muscles in her jaw had clenched as her eyes bore into Harry before snapping up to stare at Draco. Draco gulped audibly.

"Granger, is there a reason why you are standing in my office looking like you are about to murder our new employee?"

Draco had to hide a snicker as Granger did a wonderful impression of a fish. Hermione finally regained herself and shot a dark look at the smirk Draco still had on his face. "Harry is now working for the ministry?"

"Yes, I thought I needed to get out of the house a bit more." Harry cut in easily. "After all, I don't want people to think I died."

Draco snickered at the blunt humor that Harry turned towards Hermione who gave them both looks that could kill. She huffed before both of her hands landed on her hips. "Well, I'll leave you to your work then. I'll expect all those files on my desk by five Draco."

"Of course you will." Draco said under his breath, careful not to let Harry hear him. He knew that even though Harry wasn't exactly pleased with Granger and Weasley that he was still loyal to them, it was that damn Gryffindor side of him.

"What work do you have to do?"

Draco waved to the stack of papers on his desk with a scowl. "All of those that everyone piles me with be cause apparently I have the best penmanship."

Harry snorted intelligently before he reached for one of the files. "Well then, maybe you can give me lessons on those penmanship skills so that I can help you."

"Yes, your chicken scratch is atrocious." Draco replied flatly, knowing that Harry would know it was a joke.

Draco let out an indignant yell as the ink blob hit his cheek. He glared at Harry as he waved his wand at his face. Harry was laughing hysterically.

"Sorry, guess with my chicken scratch I just can't control the ink."

"Yeah, sure." Draco replied as he grabbed a document. Harry did the same and they got to work. Draco couldn't help but smile at the fact that he not only got to have Harry at home, but at work too. It made work so much more bearable, he didn't feel like banging his head against the wall until he killed himself.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

Draco wasn't even aware that he was doing anything strange. He was going about his normal routine that he did every day when he came home only to find Harry staring at him. Draco threw his tie on the ground and caught Harry's eye, who turned away and walked into the kitchen. Draco smirked as he followed the man.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist loosely and kissed the side of Harry's neck. "Did you need something?"

Harry laughed at Draco smiled at the feeling against his mouth. "Just this. I guess seeing Hermione today made me a little mad."

Draco hummed against Harry's throat, enjoying the smell of the man. "Don't let them get to you. Just be like me."

"You mean an ass?"

"Exactly, its been working for me all these years." Draco replied with a grin as Harry turned to kiss him. "Don't worry about it."

"Coming from you I guess I shouldn't."

"Yes, you shouldn't. You Gryffindors are so easy to read." Draco replied.

Harry pulled him into a tighter hug with a laugh. "You're such an ass."

"Yes, but that's why you love me." Draco replied smoothly, not even aware of what he said until it had already slipped out.

Harry gave Draco a happy smile. "I think that's most likely true."

Draco returned the smile. "Good, because I don't know if my life would ever go back to normal now."

"You're life was normal before?"

Draco pushed Harry away but with a laugh Harry pulled him closer and captured his mouth in a kiss. Draco had to admit that he was getting use to this.

Harry wrapped his arms more securely around Draco's slim waist, pulling the man against him, trying to get as close as he could to the blonde. Harry opened his mouth to allow Draco access, wondering briefly if this was going to end with them on the floor again.

Harry was about to deepen the kiss further when an infuriating tapping started on the window. They broke the kiss to look at the window to find an oversized owl tapping at the window looking like it was about to break it.

Draco disentangled himself from Harry to open the window far enough to take the parcel that was hanging from the owl's leg. Draco watched as the owl flew off before he turned and held out the Howler to Harry.

Harry stared at it wordlessly. So much for a nice evening.

1 Celsius. Around 80 degrees Fahrenheit.