"Potter!"

Harry Potter, former Boy-Who-Lived, current Head Auror for the Ministry of Magic under Minister Hermione Granger, looked up in sharp irritation at the rather irate blond who had just slammed his office door open.

"What, Malfoy?" Was the grudging reply to the sharp, shrill call of his name. "What have I done this time to send you flying in here all in a pickle?"

Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, current rival of one Harry Potter and owner and editor-in-chief of the newly-reformed Daily Prophet, stalked into the cluttered office, robes sweeping out behind him and causing more files to flutter precariously at their three-foot perches. "This!" He roared, spreading a column of writing ten inches thick and nearly twelve wide across the little bare spot that was visible desk. "Who interviewed you for this article?" The Malfoy heir leaned across the desk, hands planted wide as he attempted to loom over Harry Potter.

Harry, returning his eyes to the file he was perusing, simply said, "Luna," as if it explained everything. And in truth, it did explain everything that Malfoy could have wanted to know. Luna would always know what was going on in Harry Potter's world, and had taken it upon herself to be a new, more factual, Rita Skeeter. But in a good way, of course. Maybe. One never really could tell with Luna, after all.

"Why did you answer her questions? Was this not supposed to be a secret? Merlin's beard Potter, how are you still alive if you go blabbering everything to reporters?" Malfoy looked about to tear his prized blond hair from his head as Harry reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Shush, love, she's always known. Just as most of the Wizarding World has known about us since Christmas two years ago." Harry gave his upset lover a small smile, silently willing Draco to remove himself from Harry's office before something happened. "It's not very bad, Draco, just an official notice of my 'Coming Out Party' if you will. You'll notice you're not mentioned by name; Luna and I agreed that we'd try to keep you out of it unless you wanted it to be known."

"That does not explain how this article was written, edited, revised, and approved until it came to my desk for final approval and printing. Without. My. Knowledge!"

Harry scoffed. "Of course it does, Draco. I've tried to ask you about it for the best part of three weeks, and you kept dodging me about it, so I gave Luna the go-ahead. Now, really, will you calm down? You're nearly Gryffindor red at the moment." The light, so casually gleaming in Harry's eyes, was missed by the man standing in front of him. Which would not bode well for Draco, in the imminent future, given Harry's direction of thought.

"I demand reimbursement, Potter, for keeping me in the dark until Loony Lovegood's story showed up on my desk today!" Draco was but a cenitmeter short of stomping his foot like a spoiled child when his lover rose from the seat behind the desk and circled around to him.

"Really, Draco? You want reimbursement? Well, then, since I've 'kept you in the dark,' what say we shine some light on the subject?" With a quick wave of his hand, Harry had lifted the blinds over his windows, allowing brilliant July sunshine to cascade into the office and across a now-naked Draco Malfoy. Draco, who tended to forget that his boyhood school rival had learned quite a bit on binding wandlessly, could only stare in mute shock-and a little fury, as well- as Harry stripped himself slowly and moved to his lover, never bothering to erect a Silencing Charm. It was how they had been found out two Christmases ago, anyway. No need for secrecy now.