Harry Potter slept the sleep of the just, rising at dawn (memories of his Aunt wanted to crowd in, but he pushed them away with a scowl.) He didn't believe Draco Malfoy for a moment had just happened to run into Hermione Granger at Ron's wedding (why had Draco Malfoy even been there? he couldn't help but wonder). And he especially didn't believe that his hated rival would ask Hermione Granger out on a date. Well, without ulterior motives.
Harry Potter intended to figure out just what those motives were. Rising quietly out of bed (careful not to wake Ginny), he slipped into his Auror robes, before creeping down the stairs (bizarrely reminded of being in Hogwarts again - with Snape lurking around every corner). With a small smile on his face, he apparated away behind the house, to the Ministry of Magic.
Harry Potter strode into the Ministry's Auror office, reminded, as always, of Muggle police stations. There was some sort of gritty feel to the whole thing, no matter how well kept it was. Probably the interrogation rooms, he thought. It's a good thing I'm not dragging Malfoy back here, he'd probably piss himself. A few early risers (or those on night shift) waved at Harry, who waved back nonchalantly.
He headed into the Operations Store, where spare wands and potions and all manner of things were kept. With a whistle, he ducked behind three rows of inventory, finding the back room at last. He chanted a complicated spell (it had taken him two days to memorize), and the door creaked open with a gasp. Striding in, he took one of the three sets of keys off the wall. "Malfoy Manor" it proclaimed. Oh, the Malfoys had been simply delighted to give the Ministry carte blanche access to their house, saying that they would be "glad to be of service" in the case of an emergency. Harry Potter couldn't help but wonder at the look on Lady Malfoy's face if they ever set it up as a field hospital. Hopefully, it would never come to that.
Draco Malfoy had been awake since five in the morning. It was now six, and he felt the prickle of his wards on his skin. Excellent, here comes Potter, Draco thought with a sense of anticipatory glee, as he closed his eyes, concentrating on having them not twitch (that was a sure sign that you were just pretending to be asleep). As Harry Potter didn't know which of the bedrooms was Draco's, it took him nearly half an hour to find out where Draco was ... sleeping. Listening, Draco Malfoy heard Harry Potter stride into the room, and then he heard, "Malfoy" growled in Potter's best impression of Moody at his angriest. Draco Malfoy didn't move a muscle. He heard Harry Potter approach a few steps (those rustly carpets were worth every galleon), and then felt his shoulder being poked by Harry Potter's wand.
Draco Malfoy sprang upright, suddenly enfolding Harry Potter in his arms, with the widest grin he could manage on his face, "Santa!" he cried out, looking for all the world like a five year old.
"Malfoy..." Harry Potter said, before pausing a moment. He can't possibly be... Sleepwalking! Harry wanted to hit himself for even thinking half the thoughts that had rushed through his head. "Malfoy, wake up!" He shouted, his patience nearing the breaking point.
