Draco walked the busy ministry corridors; full of flying memos and rushing officers. He wasn't intending to come to this part of the ministry which certainly wasn't his department. His department was certainly more neat and elegant compared to this one. The purpose of his department to look so extravagant was just so that the ministry could welcome ambassadors from other magical countries. This department was indeed busy because the aurors seem to have not cared if there were visitors or not, they just did their job which must have been outdoors anyways.

Draco stopped his steps in front of a door. The door had a golden plate on it with 'Harry James Potter, Head of Auror Department' engraved in silver letters on it. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard voices from inside. Being a natural Slytherin, Draco leaned a little to hear the voices behind the doors; curiosity was one of his built-in natures.

He eyed around the corridor to check that the other officers were busy with their work, when he was convinced they were busy, he started to gain his concentration in listening to the conversation behind the closed doors.

"You're great, Harry", a female said. Draco knew the voice instantly; Hermione.

"I'm glad I could help register your new name", Harry replied, Draco could sense him smiling and probably his future wife hugging the emerald eye guy.

"So, you're fine with me marrying Draco?" Hermione asked.

Harry waited a moment before saying in an uncomfortable manner, "It's your decision Hermione, Ron and I will support anything you decide in even though we hate that git".

Hermione laughed out loud, reminding Draco of what it means to be carefree without feeling high. Harry joining her laugh made Draco's heart tug harder. A friend was something Draco had never learned to appreciate and expect. All he had were just stubborn minions and competitive colleagues or slutty girlfriends. But Blaise, Theo and Pansy cared for me, he thought.

They did care for each other and they really were best friends but since the war everything seemed so awkward. Draco wished he could make a gathering for them to regain their long-lost friendship. But, their friendship wasn't like the Golden Trio, Hermione could easily make Harry laugh by just laughing, Draco's friends can't. But, they were still his friends and he missed them.

"Are you sure you'll accept him?" Hermione asked after their laughter had seized.

"It'll be hard for Ron but we love you, do you really love him Hermione?" Harry asked out of concern.

"Harry…"

"It's alright Hermione. I know you're betrothed to him at a young age and I just hope that you'll actually learn to love each other so that the marriage will last" Harry said, his voice sounded assuring.

"You know that wouldn't happen, I could never fall in love with him and I know he would never", Hermione sounded broken.

"Mione, I'm just saying that in a marriage the love can be nurtured, you don't have to be pained, the both of you could at least try to not make both your lives a miserable hell" Harry soothed.

Draco realised the truth in it. They didn't need to torture themselves by trapping out from any happiness and just going on for an ordinary, normal life. But no human's life is ordinary life at some point events happened and if they didn't try to fall in love, their marriage would break and the curse will still taunt them. They could try, but the question was; were they willing to?

"We'll just never fall in love…"

"You couldn't just say that…"

"It's true, there's no possibility in…"

"You don't know, Mione…"

"It's not ever going to happen…"

"Alright then, if you say so, but miracles happen…"

"Not this one…"

"Fine, if that's what you believe in…"

Draco heard Harry sighed before he asked, "I guess it's really your life I can't do anything". His voice turned cheerful again as though he was trying to talk to himself rather than Hermione, "Well then, that's all".

There was an awkward pause; Draco could actually feel the tension bursting through the door. "I've got to check on files..." Hermione said after a few seconds.

"Me too…"

"I'll just get a going then…"

"Yeah… maybe you should…"

"Bye, Harry, I'm going to miss you…"

"Me too…"

Draco edged further from the door and knocked on the door, pretending to be stumbling upon the end of their conversation. "Come in", Draco heard Harry's voice.

Draco opened the door and saw Hermione turning her head around. She turned red the moment their eyes met and she instantly looked down avoiding his eyes.

Hermione walked passed him and he heard Hermione mumble something like, 'Great timing'. Draco shrugged it off and looked into the scanning eyes of Harry Potter, Golden Boy. There was something steely about his glare that it seems as though he was actually analysing Draco. Draco shivered, it reminded him too much of Dumbledore.

Draco decided to put up a friendly mask to hide away his nervousness, "Hey Harry!" Draco casually patted on Harry's back as though they have been best buddies since the turn of the decade, which they were in fact.

Harry's expression relaxed and he grinned while saying, "You sounded intimidated a moment ago".

"I'm so scared of the oh-so-amazing Chosen One", Draco smirked sarcastically his hands flying to his chest. Harry pretended to glare and the both of them ended up laughing hysterically.

"So what's with meeting the bookworm?" Draco asked casually put his leg on another while leaning in his chair.

"About you actually", Harry answered; his hands shuffled the piling files.

"My future wife happens to care for me", he said, eyes rolling in disgust.

Harry laughed, "Why do you hate Hermione so much?"

"Because Hermione is Hermione…" Draco gestured his hands in the air as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're getting married with her, ferret", Harry said with an amused look in his eyes.

"Forced to, PotHead", Draco closed his eyes and leaned in the chair.

"She's my best friend, I'm sure you could accept her", Harry stated, trying to make Draco realise who Hermione is.

"I don't know… I've been broken too many times by others and I won't make myself broken by a woman yet especially one that hates my guts".

Harry could see the darkness that passed Draco's eyes but before it lingered too long, it was lost. Harry sighed, unsure what to do.

"You don't know her…"

"I just don't want to, Potter", Draco raised his voice. Draco rose from his chair and sighed.

"I'm sorry Draco, I just…"

"Then don't…"

Draco sighed, tired of all this. Harry felt guilty but he knew he was right.

"Sorry Harry, I'm just tired of thinking my life will be fine. The wizarding world hates me and all I have is my family and if someone who hates me enters my family, what could I do?"

Harry could see the lost in his friend's eyes, he understood. Harry learned the real Draco Malfoy after a few years of true friendship. Sometimes, Harry would hang out with Ron and Draco at the Malfoy's private Quidditch pitch. Draco's just an ordinary boy like them but his upbringings led him on a different path of life.

The Malfoys were just lost in the darkness and the Light always ran away from them when they tried to grab it and eventually they let themselves fall into the darkness and took pride in it.

Harry smiled, "Lunch?"

Draco smiled back and got up to join Harry.

"Want to ask Ron to come along?" Harry asked Draco. Draco nodded, even though he wasn't as comfortable with Ron as compared to Harry, he still knew that he had to make Ron accept him as a new person in Hermione's life.