Harry double checked his files. He could not do any more work today without Ron's files and he knew Ron would not be done until tommorrow. Harry pulled his coat on and locked his office door behind him.

He made his way into the streets. The town was bustling with life. Harry decided to stop by his favorite coffee shop on his way to his flat. He ordered his usual and sat in the back corner table set for two. It had been his and Ginny's table. Harry took a sip of the burning liquid. When him and Ginny broke it off there was not any yelling or heartbreak. They were still close friends. They just came to realize that their childhood crushes were just that. Harry loved her more then he could ever describe, but his heart did not break in two when she left, to his surprise. Harry got lost in his own thoughts about the war and everything that came with it. He was only stirred from his contemplation when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw Malfoy at the counter ordering a latte, with whipped cream. Malfoy looked less tense then he had been in his office.

Harry caught his attention and gave Malfoy a small wave. Malfoy gave him a look Harry could not quite figure out. Once Malfoy had his drink, Harry signaled for him to come sit with him. Malfoy took small tentative steps towards Potter. Once he sat he looked at Harry's eyes. They seemed to be amused.

"Why did you signal for me to sit with you?" Draco asked. Harry took another sip from his drink.

"I am off shift and am all alone. I geuss I'd like the company," Harry replied honestly. Malfoy nodded. He took a sip from his drink too. He managed to get whipped cream on the sides of his lips. Harry tried to suppress laughter.

"What Potter?" Malfoy asked. Harry smiled.

"You have a little whipped cream on your lip. Malfoy licked his top lip. He looked at Potter, silently asking if he had gotten it. Harry shook his head. Draco licked the right side of his lip and most of the bottom. Harry still shook his head. Malfoy sighed/grunted in frustration. Harry leaned across the table. "I've got it don't worry," Harry assured. His hand brushed Draco's cheek as his finger wisped away the white cream. Draco caught his breath. Potter was so close to his face he could smell his coffee and see his eyes better then ever before. Harry took a quick breath. He breathed in the scent that was Malfoy s. Clean, minty, and something sweet in the mix. He leaned back into his chair. Draco blushed a deep red. He had thought Potter was going to kiss him. What embarrassed him more was that he had not made a move to show he did not want it. What was his problem? This was Harry frickin Potter, the chosen one, he would not attempt to kiss him. He had not even talked to him in years. Harry changed the subject.

"Are you off shift?" he asked. Draco simply nodded. The room had suddenly felt hotter and smaller. Harry noticed Draco shift uncomfortably. "Want to take a walk?" he suggested. Draco responded by standing quickly.

"I think I need some fresh air," he said. Harry nodded in agreement and followed Draco outside. They walked through town and looked at shops. They talked minorly uncomfortable. Harry needed to buy some books for research on his next case. He was going to step into one of the local bookstores. Draco stopped him.

"Really Potter? If you are looking for book for work this is not the place. They only sell the latest romances, magazines, and children books." Draco looked at Potter as if he should have known this. Potter blushed. He had not been in the store before and just assumed since it was so big it would have what he was looking for.

"Then where do you suggest I look?" Potter asked. Malfoy smiled smugly.

"I'll show you," Malfoy offered. He lead the two of them to the outskirts of town. They were very close to the muggle London. As they walked Potter tried to figure out Malfoy.

"So how did you end up where you did in the ministry?" Potter asked. Malfoy glanced at Potter to try and figure out where the question came from.

"Well, with my father in Azkaban and my mother is in and out of Saint Mongols, the manor was very empty. I know and archivist who landed me a job in the archives. I did so well with the business and communication actions people took notice and I was moved up a floor. So on so on I came to work in the higher part of the department. I have not traveled yet, but I will soon most likely," Malfoy surprised himself with his honestly. Potter nodded showing his attention to Malfoys response. Malfoy switched the topic. "What about you, Potter, is being an Aaur everything you dreamed of?" he asked.

Potter took a moment to really think. He had felt that he was always meant to be an Aaur. Even though he defeated Voldemort his followers were not gone. Harry worked hard alongside Ron. They had been successful so far in their work. Sometimes it was overwhelming when they struggled to find details that would change the case or when there were more cases than they could work on. When Harry was younger he thought being an Aaur would mean he was on the field catching bad guys everyday. It turned out it be more paperwork and research than actual field involvement. They had to work with many departments to find the cause, incident, effects, damage, victims, evidence, and than had to capture the attacker and find the proper punishment and crime analysis. Potter sighed. It was not as easy as he had expected, but it was definately worth it.

"No. It is more complicated and rule bound then I had expected when I was younger. I don't hate it though. I couldn't have asked for a better job. It gives me a purpose," Harry replied. Malfoy nodded he understood. They had made it to the shop. It was much smaller then the first book shop. Potter looked at it and then looked back at Malfoy. Malfoy could not be serious. Potter raised his eyebrows questionally. Malfoy just rolled his eyes and stepped into the shop. The main foyer was small and smelt of dust and old books. Draco walked to the desk and rang the bell. Harry stepped in. He looked confused by the small foyer and few shelves of books. A man appeared from behind the desk.

"How can I help you Mr. Malfoy?" He asked.

"Not me today, but Mr. Potter here is in need of some books for research." Malfoy responded gesturing towards Harry. Potter stepped towards the man.

"Hello Sir," Harry held out his hand. The man shook it. Harry described the books he was looking for. The man nodded.

"We have just what you are looking for. Please follow me." the man turned and led them behind the desk. They followed him down a hallway with the walls lined with books. He pushed open the door at the end to reveal his collection of books. It was the biggest room Harry had ever seen. There were shelves and books and more shelves and books. Everywhere you looked were books. Harry's jaw dropped in amazement. Draco smirked. The place had an enchantment cast on it, just like Mr. Weasleys tent. This was just on a bigger scale. The man lead them through the maze of bookshelves before he stopped at an entire bookcase. "You'll find what you are looking for on those cases. If you need me just call," he said before he hurried off. Harry looked at Malfoy. He looked very smug.

"You were right Malfoy... This is better then the other shop," Potter admitted. Draco opened his mouth, but Potter interupted. "I know I know. You told me so " Potter grumbled. His eyes scanned over the many books. Draco watched Harry intently skim the books. He seemed different then he had remebered. Maybe less cocky or prat like. Potter's eyes lit up when he found a book he liked. His forhead creased when he was confused and his eyebrows furrowed when he was disappointed. Malfoy lazily traced the spines of books with his fingers. Once, Potter had found five books he was satisfied with he looked down both sides of the isle they were in. "Um... how are we going to get back?" Potter asked. Malfoy smirked. He had expected Potter to ask.

"Just follow me. I've been here before." Malfoy lead Potter down many isles and crossed over others. He tried to trace the path back the way they came. Every isle looked so similar though. After five minutes of searching, Potter spoke up.

"You don't know where you are," Potter sighed. He was lost in a book store with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy did not not look at Potter and ignored his comment. He was Not lost. Malfoys did not get lost. He moved down two more isles. To his luck he could see the foyer. He cut across some shelves and stepped into the foyer with triumph. Silently he thanked the good karma from something he must have done that made him find the exit.

"I told you to follow me," Malfoy smiled smugly.

"Just dumb luck," Potter repsonded. the man appeared out of know where again.

"Did you find everything you wanted?" he asked. Harry nodded. The man wrung him up and told him to come back soon. They stepped out of the store. The temperature and humidity had raised since they last were out.The sky had not set yet.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Potter asked Malfoy. He looked puzzled at the question. Harry Potter was offering him.. a drink. Malfoy took a breath. The humidity was starting to stick. A refreshment would be great.

"Okay Potter," Malfoy agreed. He thought Harry would lead them to the Three Broom Sticks but instead headed towards Muggle London instead. "Where are you going?" Malfoy asked as he followed Potter from behind.

"Just a pub in downtown London. Are you scared of muggles or something Malfoy?" Potter replied. Malfoy looked indignant. He stuck his chin up.

"Of course not," he replied. Potter eyed him. Malfoy still looked nervous.

"I just like it more to have a drink where nobody will recognize or stare at me," Potter said honestly. Malfoy nodded. That had to be the only reason he went to a muggle pub. From what Draco had tried, muggle beer tasted like piss. Potter held the door open for Malfoy once they reached the pub Potter liked so much.