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Chapter Two

"Kevlar, do you mind finding Harry Potter for me? I need to speak to him about the missing case that has just came to me today." Draco asked politely as he looked at his assistant putting a mug of tea on his desk.

"Sure thing, Draco. May I ask you if you need any other favors, sir?" The brown haired wizard asked as he wrote something on the parchment that he always carried around with him.

"Not that I can think of other than the usual, close the door as you leave." Draco smiled small as he gazed into the honey brown eyes of the wizard standing in front of his desk. Kevlar nodded and walked out of the small office, closing the door after him. Draco smiled to himself.

Thank Merlin that wizard is Muggle born. He would be freaking out if he knew anything about me. Draco laughed silently to himself as he looked at the report in front of him.

On the first page was a wizard with a dark brown goatee and half moon spectacles covering the dark green eyes that seemed to pierce right through Draco's body. He shivered slightly as he tossed the parchment aside.

Why do I always seem to be cursed with dealing with these pathetic excuses for Death Eaters? Do they not realize that if the Death Eaters wanted to be caught, they would resurface again? He thought to himself miserably thinking back to when he had been branded with the Mark. He scratched at the hideous Mark that was burned carelessly into his left arm by his father's worship. He scowled at himself.

He jumped slightly as a knock came at the door.

"Come in." He said clearly.

Right away, Potter came through the door, looking almost scared as Draco looked at him.

"Kevlar said that you requested my appearance." Harry announced unsure.

Draco nodded and gestured to the red velvet seated chair in front of his desk. Harry sat down hesitantly. He looked up at his once-arch-nemesis.

"I supposed Kevlar already spoke to you about why I called you here?" Draco asked, trying to sound important.

"Have you got any new leads on the missing Death Eaters?" Harry asked eagerly.

Draco shook his head. "Not exact leads, but we have got an inside source to help us track at least three of them down. This man-" Draco pointed to the picture he was previously studying "-is supposedly named Marcus Dolby. We haven't found any exact leads on his whereabouts but he is said to be around Wales. Exactly where, though, we do not know." Draco picked up another picture.

This time, a picture of a witch who had sunken cheekbones, and blond hair that seemed to be flying out in odd patches. Her piercing gray eyes seemed eerily similar to Draco's.

"I had owled my mother about this witch, because everyone seemed to have the impression that she was somehow from the Malfoy crest. My mother denied any such allegations, and it just seems as though this woman has no trace of Malfoy blood in her." Draco explained to a nodding Harry.

"What about that Jera fellow? What was his name, Thomas Jera?" Harry asked, grabbing a stack of files off the desk.

Draco shook his head, "I've been looking through file after file all day studying, searching for each Death Eater, but I can only find a certain location for this woman-" Draco took the stack from Harry and pulled out a parchment with the name of "Suma Cartonel-Death Eater- Azkaban" labeled on the top of the parchment.

"Where was she?" Harry asked curiously.

"Ottery St. Catchpole, no Potter, not near the Burrow. But around the area." Draco quickly explained as he mentioned his wife's childhood home. "Speaking of the Ginny, how are you and her doing lately?" Draco asked curiously as he handed Harry his finished files.

"She's wonderful. Taking care of James, Albus, Lily." Harry smiled, amazed at the fact that his once-enemy was now on speaking terms with him. Draco nearly smiled.

"Potter, I want to ask you something, and I really do need a clear answer." He said after a moment of silence.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and nodded.

"How long have you been secretly owling my wife?" Draco asked and was slightly surprised to see a faint blush seeping onto Harry's cheek bones.

"Since around March. I was worried about you and the fact that you seemed more skinny than usual. You're usually the first to eat during our lunch breaks, and I haven't been the only one to notice that you have stopped coming in to the cafeteria to eat. And I know you can't be eating in your office. It always smells the exact same- like the flowers of a lily." Harry added knowingly.

Draco was greatly confused at how Potter had known what exactly his office smelled like. As far as Draco knew, Potter never stepped foot into his office since he began working here nearly 9 years ago.

"How do you know what my office smells like?" Draco accused, slightly narrowing his eyes.

Harry blushed a deep red.

"I sometimes come here looking for reports that you haven't got to yet as to help you complete the searches. I place them back down as soon as I get the chance." He explained, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I always wondered how most of the files get done, and I never have any recollection of ever touching them." He smiled slightly as he looked at Potter's discomfort.

"Why are you so embarrassed about helping me, Potter?" Draco asked the blushing man in front of him.

"I'd thought you'd be furious at me for sneaking into your office. Last time I checked, we aren't exactly the best of mates." Harry pointed out.

Draco sighed at this.

"Potter, I'm not mad about that. Actually, I'm actually incredibly grateful for this. But anyway, we're getting slightly off the topic. Why do you continuously owl Astoria?" It was just a simple question.

"I'm having a bit of a rough patch with Ginny right now, and it seems that Astoria understands what I'm going through. I owled her since Hermione and Ron completely ignore every owl that I send them. And she just seemed like my last chance." Harry explained.

"What's wrong with Weasel and Granger?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry shrugged.

"After they got married, they just seemed to grow away from me. But I don't mind." He answered as he stood up.

"I have one last question. A few nights ago, you sent Astoria an owl. I didn't read it at all, though I did see a few words in that letter that, quite frankly, I didn't know existed in your vocabulary." Draco said.

Harry nodded.

Draco noticed that his eyes grew slightly larger behind those round glasses.

Oh, Merlin. Here he goes. He's going to ask me about that crush I have on him. I knew this was going to- Harry stopped thinking to himself and looked into the piercing gray eyes in front of him.

"Are you secretly gay or something, Potter?" He asked, bluntly.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, and each time no sound seemed to come out. So he resorted to looking at the blond haired man confused. He saw something flash in Draco's eyes for a second, but the emotion was gone faster than he could comprehend it.

"You may leave, Potter. And please, close the door on your way out." Draco finally said.

Harry turned on his heel and walked to the closed door. As he turned the knob, he faintly heard Draco let out a slow deep breath.

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