Here is a nice longer Chapter. Thank you for reading and please review! Teddy, Harry's godson, is around 6 in age. So it's been at least 6 years since the war was over.

Harry met with Ron shortly before their meeting with Shacklebolt. Harry told him about the letter he found in his stack.

"Bloody Hell, that is odd. I haven't seen the Malfoy git in years. How was he Harry?" Ron asked. Harry smiled in amusement at his friends reaction.

"He seems to be doing good. He has moved up quite a bit in the ministry since he started. He is not with Astoria anymore," Harry replied. He did not explain everything that happened between Astoria and him.

"Can't blame her can you Harry? He has always been so insufferable," Ron replied with an indignant grunt. Harry furrowed his brows.

"That is not why they split. He was not as bad as you would imagine, Ron. He seems to be... different," Harry said. Ron raised an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but the door to Harry's office swung open at that very moment. Kingsley Shacklebolt strided into the room. The door closed behind him.

"Good day Auor Potter, Weasley," he greeted and gave them a nod. They moved to sit around a small coffee table in the room. "I came to discuss the progress you've made on the most recent case. I believe I have found some promising evidence," he elaborated. The men began their meeting.

...

Draco woke the next morning to Misty batting his hair. He tried to roll over, but that encouraged her to pounce onto his back.

"Good morning to you too," Draco grumbled. He got out of bed and gave her some food. While she ate he showered and dressed for work. He apperated outside of the coffee shop he had been to the day before. He walked up to the counter and ignored the glares and sneers he recieved. Dan stepped away from the register and came back with his drink.

"Mr. Malfoy, good morning. Shall I put it on your tab?" He asked. Malfoy nodded. "You have a good day Mr. Malfoy," Dan said as Draco started to walk away.

"You too Dan," Draco called over his shoulder. The people in line grumbled in displeasure as he left the shop. Draco made it up to his office and settled down into his chair. He had some voicemails and a list of people he had to call. He took off his coat and started to work. Midday Sally came in with parchments and another package. Draco looked up from the paper work he was filling out. Some of the Bulgarians had broken a treaty and he needed to notify the Minister of the embassoders request for a meeting on the matter. Sally put the parchments into seperate piles. She placed the package with the other in Draco's closet.

"Pity," she said. Draco glanced at her with a curious brow. "I was hoping to see Potter in here again," she confessed. Draco rolled his eyes.

"That was a one time thing," he assured.

"Mhm," she replied. Draco focused back to his papers. She eyed him carefully. "That is such a shame. He is good to look at," she bit her lip playfully. Draco unconsciously blushed. What was it that made every woman swoon over Potter? Draco wondered. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked smirking slightly. She had never seen him so incomfortable as he was that moment.

"Was there anything else you needed?" Draco asked. He decided to ignore her comment. What was she thinking. Did Draco look gay to her?

"Oh no, I'll be on my merry way. Call me if he comes back. I need a proper introduction," she said. Draco looked up to give her a look, but she had slipped out the door with a stupid grin on her face. Draco grumbled and looked back down at his papers. He did need Sally. He sent her an owl.

Mrs. Sally,

You are needed in my office. Auor Potter has stopped by and would gladly like to meet you. Let me remind you that you are married and should only meet him for "professional" reasons.

Mr. Malfoy

He smirked to himself. He may have lied about the Pottter thing, but he honestly did need her to deliver a letter to the Minister. It was too important for an owl. Within five minutes Sally strode into the room. She had changed her hair. Instead of a messy bun, that seemed to be the trend those days, it was half up in a crown and half down. She glared at Draco when she saw Potter was not in the room. Draco laughed. If she was going to intentionally make him squirm he could play a little trick on her.

"Was there a real reason you called me into your office?" she asked. She crossed her arms across her chest and looked down at him. Draco stopped laughing and brought his hands together in a very professional manner.

"Yes there was. I need you to hand deliver this letter to the minister." She took the letter and scanned over it. Draco was used to her being nosey. He did not try and hide much from her anymore. She often had quite helpful suggestions on the issues. She sighed when she finished reading.

"I did not think they would keep their part of the deal," she replied. Draco nodded. He had doubted it as well, but had been more optimistic. "Very well, but do not owl me again today saying that Potter is in your room when he is indeed not." She gave him a warning look.

"I do not know what you are talking about. He is simply hiding in my closet," Draco smirked.

"Like Harry Potter would willingly go into a closet after living in one for most of his childhood. Honestly Draco do you know anything about your past school nemesis?" she asked. Draco was going to give her a look for calling him by his first name, but she glided out the door.

A few things had to be processed. What was she talking about? Harry Potter did not live in a closet most his life. Sure Draco had heard rumors about him being locked in a cupboard, but they could not have been true. Secondly, Sally said past as if they were not still enemies. Draco thought about the previous day. They certainly had not acted like enemies. They were not the same people after the war.

Draco sighed. He did not want or need any enemies at the moment. It was in the past and he and Potter would not cross paths again anyway. He went back to work and put Sally's words in the back of his mind.

...

Ron and Harry had the final evidence they needed to close the case. Shacklebolt had left Harry with more files. Harry ignored them for the moment and toasted with Ron over another successful case. They had three past death eaters in Azkaban. Ron chuckled at Harry's recap of his last night.

"You are bloody mad Harry. You. Had dinner with a Malfoy, I don't know what has gotten into you. I am honeatly shocked he did not hex you," Ron face went cold for a second. "If he tries anything on you I swear that that slimy ferret git will," Harry held up his hands.

"Ron calm down. Nothing bad happened. I can take care of myself and if I need help, you know that I will call you," Harry soothed. Ron nodded. He refilled his glass with some butterbeer. "Back to work though have you finished those files for me yet?" Harry asked. Ron looked confused for a moment. Then it dawned on him.

"Oi Harry. I'm sorry mate. I completely forgot about them. Can they wait until tommorrow? I promised 'Mione I would make dinner for her since I've been working late these past few days. Oh and Teddy! It was my turn to babysit." Harry put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Don't worry Ron. You go home and make dinner. I'll swing by and pick up Teddy once I leave. Just don't forget to take care of the files tommorrow," Harry said. Ron sighed.

"You're the best mate. Well, I got to run. I'll see you when you pick up Teddy." Ron took a big swig of his butterbeer before he ran off. Harry cleaned up the glasses and sat down behind his desk. They had finished their current case and until Harry got Ron's files he could not start on the case for next week. He sorted the parchments Shacklebolt had left on his desk. He found Ginny's letter.

Dear Harry,

I am happy to hear that Mark did not crush you. I never liked the bloke anyway. You got to put yourself back out there though. I am positive you can find a date before Sunday. Don't worry.

Alex is amazing. You will get to meet this weekend. I am very excited. I have decided to also invite George and his girlfriend as well as Bill and Fleur. Sunday dinner should be fun.

P.S. I also would like to see Teddy. You and Hermione can share him this week, but I need to see his cute face soon.

With Love,

Ginny xoxo

Harry read the letter over. She still wanted him to bring a date. Ugh. Even though Teddy was his godson he still shared him with 'Mione, Ginny and Luna. Teddy just had lots of aunts and even more uncles. He often changed his hair unconsciously to match the person looking after him.

Harry glanced at his desk. There was one parchment left. Harry looked at it surprised. Yet another letter adressed to Malfoy had ended up with his files. It did not have the sender written on it. Harry put on his robes. He would get some fresh air before he returned the letter. He placed it in his pocket. Harry locked his office and made his way into town. He was finished for the day besides picking up Teddy and returning the letter.

Harry walked to the coffee shop. He sat at a side table. When the line had dwindled Dan came over and gave have him a warm smile.

"Hello Mr. Potter, what can I get for you today?" he asked. Harry did not like to wait in line. Too many people asked him questions. Some questions made him have flashbacks and he had never enjoyed too much attention.

"I'll have a tea today Dan. Something strong please." Dan nodded. Harry hesistated, he also ordered a small of the drink he thought Malfoy had ordered the day before.

Dan smiled and lowered his voice "Did you know that is Mr. Malfoy's favorite?" he asked quietly. Harry smiled. "So I guessed right" he thought. "Shall I put it on your tab?" Dan asked. Harry nodded and Dan left to make the bevarages.

Harry had finished his tea at the shop before he made his way back to the ministry. He carried Malfoy's drink and letter to his office. He knocked and heard Malfoy call to come in. Potter stepped into the office. This time Malfoy was not on the phone. Malfoy looked up to see Harry Potter standing in his office yet again.

"Potter. What are you doing here?" he asked. He honestly did not think he was going to see him again.

"I found another letter and brought you a drink," Potter explained. He could see the confusion on Malfoy's face. Potter handed Malfoy the cup and letter. Malfoy placed the letter on his desk and eyed the drink suspiciously.

"Did you poison or spike the drink?" He asked cautiously. Potter laughed. Had Malfoy always been that paranoid. Malfoy watched Potter laugh. His eyes glistened and he showed his white teeth. His hair flopped down and covered part of his glasses.

"No Malfoy, I just thought you might like a drink," Potter replied after he stopped laughing. Malfoy raised an eyebrow but brought the drink to his lips anyway. It was his favorite. It was strong but was also sweet with the blend of chocolate and caramel added to the coffee.

"Thanks, Potter. I should really get back to work." Potter nodded. He turned to leave. "One more thing Potter. You forgot the whip cream," Malfoy smirked. He could not help it. Messing with Potter was fun.

"I did not think you'd want me to clean it off you again," Potter stated innocently. If Malfoy wanted a challenge, he would get one. Malfoy blushed slightly.

"Whatever Potter. You should probably go back to Auor duty," Malfoy replied. Potter sat down in the chair across from him. He relaxed onto the leather.

"I'm done for today." Potter took in the room. It was the same as last time.

"It seems that you are never working, Tell me do you and Weasel get anything done?" Malfoy continued to drink from the cup.

"I can't do anything else until I recieve more files. I won't be able get those until tommorrow. Ron and I have just finished a case if you must know." Malfoy looked at Potter. He seemed proud of his work. "What have you done today Malfoy?" Potter asked.

"I've done plenty. I had list of many many calls to make. I had to owl the minister himself about an issue with the Bulgarians." Malfoy raised his eyebrows. It had sounded more impressive in his head then out loud. Potter looked down at his watch it was a quarter to six. He had to pick up Teddy.

"I must be off Malfoy," Potter stood to leave.

"Where are going Potter?" Malfoy asked. Sally walked in with a written response from the minister. She noticed Potter putting on his coat. She gave Malfoy a skeptical look. He returned it with a scowl. She held out her hand.

"I don't think we got to properly meet. I'm Sally, Mr. Malfoy's assistant. It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." Potter took her hand and gave it a kiss.

"Pleasures mine. Sorry, I have to run. It was nice to meet you Sally." Potter then rushed out the door. Malfoy scowled. Why did he have to always be the gentlemen? Sally closed the door and turned to give Draco a pointed look.

"I thought I told you to tell me if he came by. Why are you keeping him to yourself? Why did he come by anyway?" she asked. Malfoy snorted. He was certainly not keeping Potter to himself.

"He returned a letter that ended up with his files," Draco said simply. Sally noticed the drink.

"What do you have there?" she asked. Draco looked down at the cup.

"Just some coffee. Potter brought it with the letter." Sally smiled. Malfoy knew that smile.

"He seems awfully friendly with you Mr. Malfoy. Although he forgot the whip cream," she noticed. Malfoy sighed she was always very nosey.

"Was there something you wanted?" he asked. She grinned again.

"I'd like to get a good look at him without his glasses on. I bet those green eyes are so dreamy," she said with a smirk.

"Anything work related Sally?" Malfoy rephrased. She was sometimes too honest.

"Yes. The minister replied to your letter quite quickly. He wants you to call the Bulgarians and set up what he has written," she explained. Malfoy nodded. Sally sat on the corner of his desk.

"You can go," he snapped. He knew that she knew he did not like it when she did that. He thought it was very unprofessional since she was married and he was her boss. She sighed and stood to leave.

Before she closed the door she said, "I think you will be seeing a lot more of him." With that she left. Malfoy sighed. His life finally seemed to be calm. He did not want or need Potter coming into it and creating havoc.

...

Harry apperated onto Ron and Hermione's flat. Hermione was not home. Harry looked around the living area. Teddy was playing on the floor and Ron was running about in the kitchen. Teddy spotted Harry. He ran up to him and wrapped his arms around his leg.

"Hawy!!" he squealed. Ron heard him and noticed Harry as well. Harry laughed and picked up his godson. He walked over to the kitchen.

"Do you want a hand?" he offered. Ron waved him off.

"No. I tried to do it the muggle way, that's all." He flicked his wand the kitchen settled down as the knife began to cut vegetables on its own. The dishes were cleaning themselves and smoke was no longer coming from the oven. "You sure you want to take Teddy?" Ron asked. Harry moved Teddy to his shoulders.

"I've got it Ron. You have a good evening with Hermione." Harry assured.

"Thanks mate," Ron patted Harry on the back.

"Don't worry about it." Harry walked the rest of the way home with Teddy. He thought Teddy was too young yet to apperate.

Once home, Harry began to make dinner for him and Teddy. Harry had set up the apartment so Teddy had his own room. Once Harry was done making dinner he went to check on Teddy. He was on the bed. All of the animals were out of there cages. Harry instructed the snake, Virgil, in parseltongue, to go back to its terrarium. He gathered the some of the creatures including a pygmy puff, spider, and an owl.

"Teddy you have to put the rest of the animals back in their homes." Teddy relunctantly started to put the creatures back in there various cages. Harry sat on the bed. He watched Teddy. He always looked sad when he put his pets away. "You can play with them after dinner." Teddy nodded. His hair had turned into a dark blue tinged with green.

"Can you teach me how to talk to Virgil?" Teddy asked. He was wide eyed. He gave Harry the puppy face. Harry smiled. Even after he defeated Voldemort he could still talk to snakes.

"What would you tell him?" Harry asked curious. Teddy crawled up onto the bed and sat on Harry's lap.

"I would tell him about my day. He is my friend," Harry smiled down at Teddy. He was so full of love. He loved every creature he touched. His parents would be so proud.

"You know I think he understands you even if you arn't using parseltongue, but if it means a lot to you I can try and teach you. It will be hard though." Teddy nodded happily.

"I can do it," he assured. Harry tossled Teddy's hair. It was now a dark green like ocean foam.

"Come on let's go eat," Harry lifted Teddy off of his lap and led him to the kitchen. Dinner was spent with Teddy talking about his last visit with Aunt Luna and Uncle Neville. They had taken him on one of their trips to find new magical plants and creatures.

Teddy was sent to bathe while he washed the dishes. When Harry was done he went to check up on Teddy. He found him on the bathroom sink crying. Harry pulled him in close for a tight hug.

"What's wrong Teddy? Are you hurt?" he asked. He rocked Teddy gently until he had calmed.

"My... hair... it's pink," Teddy responded through sniffles. Harry combed Teddy's hair.

"What's wrong with the color?" he asked tentatively.

"Everything!" Teddy wailed. "People will make fun of me!"

"Now you listen to me. Your mother was an amazing woman. She had an amazing gift. She passed it on to you. Very few people have the ability to do what you do. Do you know what her favorite color was?" he asked gently. Teddy looked up with wide eyes. He had no idea. "Look in the mirror. Look at your hair." It was technically a shade of pink, but it was more reds, purples, pinks colours blended together to make a magnificent sight. "That was her favorite color in the world. When your hair is this color it reminds everyone of your mother. You have your dad's eyes, but your mom's hair. Hers could change with her moods. She could also change it to mimick others. She was proud of her gift and so should you. Do not listen to anyone that does not like your hair." Harry soothed. Teddy had stopped crying and was staring at his hair in awe.

"My mom's hair was this color?" he asked. Harry nodded. "Then it is my favorite color." Harry smiled at Teddy. He picked him up and carried him to his bed. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Harry smiled.

"Okay, but you can only have one animal in the bed this time." Teddy agreed happily. Harry changed into his pj's before he let Teddy bring in one of his animals. Harry mentally groaned as Teddy placed the spider on his bed. Harry had never really gotten over his encounter with Arogog in the Dark Forest.

Harry wrapped a protective arm around Teddy. He fell asleep quickly with the spider resting on his pillow. Harry lay awake and watched as Teddy's hair changed into a brown as he fell into a deeper sleep. Harry kissed Teddy's head softly. He tried to be the best godfather he could be. He wanted to make Lupin and Tonks proud. He had always wished he had had more time with his godfather