Chapter 5

Mike.

Merlin damn that bastard.

Damn him and his perfect life.

Of course dinner went just perfectly. Hermione saw to that with her glares to Draco throughout the evening and kicks to the shin for prying where one should not pry.

However, when it came down to a real issue, Draco won. It was in the form of his son asking his daddy for a night time story. Which it turned into the bathing, dressing, and millions of question about the story, from his son. Oh yes, he won last night, all in the form of his infant son.

Speaking of infants, where's Scarface? Draco needed to find him, so he headed towards the Auror department. Only if he knew where to find him, Harry never did stay in his office too long after arriving at work.

Weasley's Office. Nope. Just a bunch of shit piled on the desk mixed with more candy shit and the twin's new inventions. Draco knew he'd being staying away from Ron for a week or two till the redhead got to try those items on somebody least expecting it. Ron was truly and idiot, who was he trying to fool with a package of 'Experimental Items' with the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes logo, no one was going to go near him if they stepped into his office.

Blaise's Office. Nope, but at least you could find space to place your ass on a chair in there. The man was simply a little too organized, but if you looked at his wife one would say that she cleans it for him. Oh Ginny, of course she would be the only one in her family to have organising skills. Lucky Blaise, he always liked that in a girl.

Draco stepped into Blaise's office and sat on his leather chair to think for a moment. Who else works here that Potter frolics with? Surely where Harry was the other two would be as well. Astoria was on pregnancy leave, so they couldn't be with her. Pansy does not even work at the Ministry. Hermione!

His steps were paced rather quickly. Getting to her office was always a chore – stupid Unspeakables – but he knew how to get there like no other now. Pass the gargoyle twice heading north each time, pass the Department of Magical Games and Sports three time, but before the third stop at the water fountain and get a drink. Walk this way and that.

There, in no time.

Her door was open, no point in closing it really, seeing as how every few knew how to actually get to it. And Harry wasn't here.

"Granger?"

She looked startled for a moment. "Yes Draco?" with her crisp cold voice he could tell she was still a little angry from the dinner.

"Have you seen Potter around at all?" he asked.

"No, actually I haven't..." she looked away from her papers to give him her full attention.

"Oh ok then," damn he was going to have to search some more, what a waste of a day. "Well I'll see you later then."

She sighed, "Very well."

It may have been a fragment of his imagination, but it seemed like she said those two words with longing. However he scoffed at the idea, Granger longed for nothing. So he headed on his way to find the man in question.

He was walking around for Merlin only knows how long. Then he reached the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, only one name popped into his head when he read the sign. Luna. He was sure on their trail now.

That was where he found them. Fucking suckers, I found them. All piled into her office watching... Quidditch. Chudley Cannons versus Puddlemere United. Of course these Quidditch freaks wouldn't be doing work.

"Potter?"

As soon as the name came out of his mouth he regretted it because it felt like a thousand 'shhhh's and 'shut the fuck up's came right after it.

This truly was a waste of a day. He would not be able to talk to Harry as long as that game was still going, and who knows how long it could last. Two minutes to twelve hours and beyond.

One thirty, on a Friday, which meant that school, gets out a little sooner than usual. It was Draco's turn to pick up his son this Friday. Friday. Friday the first. That meant three weeks from now Hermione would be getting married to some douche-bag. That left him three weeks to get Hermione to change her mind.

Something clicked in Draco's head, something he did not know about that was only making sense now. The marriage law is due to come out on the twenty-ninth, the day just before her wedding... making the marriage law shine through on her wedding day, something she would have to sign to make the marriage legal through the Ministry's eyes.

Holy shit.

Draco Malfoy was onto something that may or may not just be a coincidence.

Light tapping took Draco away from his train of thought, and he narrowed his eyes at the person standing by his door. He was however not as annoyed as he would have been had it been anyone else and not the man he searched for all morning.

"So I heard you were looking for me, the Cannon's lost, stupid game. It was a total foul too with McCloud grabbing Jersey's broom, but the bloody ref didn't do a thing," said Harry.

"I'm not going to let her marry him," straight forward and to the point was how Draco liked to be.

"Well what should we do about that?" The gleam in Harry's eyes could only be described as mischievous.

"I need you to get me a copy of the law, and I need to know who was all there witnessing and signing for it to be passed."

"Draco, that's going to be impossible," Harry looked slightly uneasy, "I'm not even supposed to know about it, but you know how Shacklebolt is, he likes to tell me everything."

"So are you telling me Potter, that you can't get this information, the Great Harry Potter, the infant who showed Voldemort his rightful place, can't get me a copy?" Draco was going to have this happen at all costs, and Harry was very predictable when it came to his very name.

"Who am I kidding, if I could sneak around Hogwarts without a soul knowing, then I can sure as hell get the information we need. You know I can be as useful as Hermione with getting things done."

"Glad to hear that Potter, it truly makes my day," Draco said.

"Well you know, I was waiting for you to take me up on my offer months ago on digging up dirt on this guy. But really, why didn't you do this sooner?"

"They get engaged, what could I do? Tell her I love her and everything would change? As close as we are she wouldn't have believed a belittling thing I would have said about that prick. And you know, I can't say anything remotely rude, or even be sarcastic with him, I get a slap in the head for that with her saying," Draco changed the pitch of his voice to mimic Hermione's. "'Act your age Draco.' But he is one stupid twat."

"I don't know what she sees in this guy, he tries to hard I think."

"He's not even smart, and he just sounds stupid. Where is he from again?"

"America I think." Harry replied back.

After a few minutes about ranting he decided to end their conversation. "So, by Monday then?" Draco asked, fucking Americans.

"Deal," with that Harry left to go get things done. The moment Harry had left Draco looked at the clock and decided that it was time to pick up Cal.

Today was not as useless as he first thought.

Authors Note: Well thanks for your support guys. If you have any suggestions on this you might like to see, do tell.