Chapter 8

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Blaise asked.

"Don't you think it's a little harsh?" Ron piped.

"Draco? Are you prepared for this, she'll hate you forever," said Harry.

He looked up at the other men, "Of course, let's get the over with.

Harry sighed, "Ok, sign here and here," he pointed, "and here... here, and here." After a few more 'here's' they were done. "Ridiculous."

Ticking of the clock could be heard from the silence that Harry's comment left.

"Draco?" He looked up at her from his desk.

"Yes?"

"Well, I received this Quidditch book today, a fair many curses put onto it, I think I have them all off. I was going to take it home to Cal since the ministry no longer needs it for evidence. It's over seven hundred years, so I thought he'd like it." Where was she going with this? "And, well if I could leave it with you to bring by later... that would be nice."

"You think you have them all off?"

"Well I'm not sure, that's why I was putting you'd look at it, to double check for me."

Was she bloody mad? A curse could fly at him the moment he opened it.

"Like I was saying, it's over seven hundred years old, the only one left actually. First edition even." She knew he could not resist a first edition even if it did mean getting an ancient curse smack him in the chest. He'd risk it.

He only nodded to her and went back to the papers on his desk.

What a git, "I knew you'd see it my way, there's a protection charm on the pages, I didn't take it off, so leave that be. Will we be seeing you later?"

He nodded again; he couldn't face her after what he did, after what he, Harry, Blaise and Ron had done. He didn't even notice when she put the book on his desk or when she sighed and told them what they'd be having for dinner, or that Mike wouldn't be there today, or even when she walked out of his office shutting the door after her.

It was a sigh of relieve when he did look up to notice her gone, he felt horrible. Not guilty for single handily destroying her life, just horrible. He almost felt regret, but not really.

He started humming a song from the war while mumbling some of the favoured words to take his head off of Hermione, and his work, "Something evil is about to commence... The Ministry's on red alert... To worry, worry, super scurry... This is it boys, this is war... Ride their magic Firebolts... I'm standing pretty... And here is a Chocolate Frog, I think of you and let it go."

The memories that came with that song were priceless. Some of the only humour that came from the war, a song they made one night while sitting around the fire. They of course made others, about him and Voldemort for a better humour. Ironically the songs just couldn't work seeing as how he switched sides, it was all funny however. 'Voldy, won't you teach me about Horcruxes?' Of course Draco still really knew nothing about the scattered pieces of soul, it was stupid in his opinion, don't leave your soul where others can find it. Those were the good old days.

Draco chuckled to himself, who would have thought he'd be working here one day as an Unspeakable, he certainly didn't. His father hadn't, hoping his son would want to take over the Malfoy affairs. Nevertheless, of course his son would decide to take a different route in life, leaving the family once again in the hands of the elder Malfoy.

If the war had taught him anything, it would be to take what you know you can win. Which Draco intended to do with his life, so within a little under a week left, Draco was slightly calmer with the wedding approaching. Something still did not feel right about Mike, and Draco was on limited time to figure out what was nagging him about the man.

Deciding to take his thoughts off the world he turned to the Quidditch book Hermione had left. Quidditch Through the Ages (1250-1300), that was old balls in his opinion. He wasn't even aware they had the game back then, and flipping through the pages he couldn't believe the equipment they had on. Leather helmets and riding boots, knitted matching sweaters, and what looked to be like horse riding pants. Draco snickered at the helmets; they didn't have a seeker until the Snidget had been introduced in twelve sixty-nine. I wish I could've seen a match, would have been a gong show. The bruises the players would have received during the game would have been ridiculous.

The Snidget still hadn't been taken off the endangered species list as far as he knew, however he would have to ask Luna if she knew anything about the bird.

Flipping through the pages something caught his eye, and he turned back the pages to find the spot. There it was he could just barely tell that it was him. Draco scanned the page, Allen Jones, one of the very first seekers named playing for the Appleby Arrows. It had to be him. There was no way that it wasn't, but it said the seekers death was within his first year of playing. No mentions of how he died were made. How could Mike Harris be playing for the Arrows, and still be alive?

It was time to head toward the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and snoop through their files.

"Well it does look an awful look like him, but you can't seriously think that it's him," Harry said. He was starting to worry about his friend's health.

"Look, I'm not losing it Potter, just start looking for Jones' files."

"I'll order lunch then," said Ron's stomach.

"Come on he died like seven hundred and fifty years, do you honestly think it'll be here?"

"Blaise if you aren't going to be useful, then leave," stated Draco.

"Fine, I suggest we start at the other end, that's where the J's will be," fucking smartass.

Flipping through different cabinets each, for what seemed like hours, but was only twenty minutes after they had stopped from lunch; an hour from when they started.

"Urg Malfoy, there are thousands of Jones' here, thousands of Allen Jones' and a bunch more where the first names aren't recorded." Harry moaned.

"Ya and I are hungry!" whined Ron.

"First off Weasley, when in my presence try to speak proper English, secondly you just ate," Draco said fighting back the urge to smack him in the face. "And quit your bitching Potter. My god you're a bunch of girls. Where did Blaise go?"

They both shrugged. It was over an hour before they found him, behind the cabinets that they were originally snooping through, sleeping on a chair.

"What the fuck Zabini!" Draco kicked his chair making Blaise fall to the ground with a thud.

"What is your problem?" moaned Blaise.

"What's my problem? You're sleeping on the job! You're still on work hours you twat." Draco was not impressed.

"Ginny's pregnant again!" Blaise blurted out.

"Wh-what?" Ron stammered out.

"She's driving me up the wall with her mood swings, and Falco's been a pain in the ass. I love her and all but she just never shuts up!"

"Ha! I told you, I ta-old you," said Ron in a sing-song voice while picking up a file and flipping through it.

"He's three months, of course he's a pain, with waking up every 4 hours Blaise, that's what babies do," said Harry. "You think you'd learn not to have anymore after Travers and Amy."

"God fours kids Blaise? They've converted you into a Weasley family tree!" Draco laughed.

A concentrated look marred Ron's face, "Guys I think I have something." They all turned to him saying little 'what's and 'continues'. "K, well, Allen Von Jones, parents blah blah blah, uhm, here we go. Good Merlin."

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"He died like all the other Quidditch stars... slit throat."

"Well there you go Draco, they proved he died, this was all a waste of time," the tired Blaise said.

"There are pictures, and Draco, these really, really look like him."

"Give me that," demanded Blaise. "Fuck."

Draco smirked.

"So boys, what do you think we have here?" He sure liked being right.

Authors Note: Now for me to say little thank you's: (reviews ch 7.)

Snowdove30: Thank you so much, feel free to let me know when I have mistakes.
margaritama: I love when Draco and Harry use there influences.
tfobmv18: Buh Buh Buuuuh.
Li0n3ss: I'm glad. I never really wanted to sound like the other stories, I thought I would with the Marriage Law.

Those little songs weren't just made up by me... I really wish, as I do love them, but by Draco and the Malfoys. google that shit.

Please Enjoy.