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Draco works a ministry job with lots of boring paperwork and every time auror Harry returns from an exciting mission he goes to Draco’s desk and leaves him a souvenir of sorts. Draco always acts uninterested (he thinks Harry is bragging) and doesn’t touch it until he’s sure nobody’s looking at him but he secretly has his desk’s bottom drawer of his desk filled with them (only to sell them later of course). My late night brainstorm for the the Prompt. Getting back into writing.
Characters: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Italics is a flashback
The fluttering sound and the distinct smell of old parchment was always prevalent in the small office which Draco had called his for the last two years in the Ministry. It was a constant presence of stacks of parchment which seemed never ending no matter the countless dull hours which he spent going through it. When Draco had been given the opportunity of employment at the Ministry his mother had been ecstatic that Draco was finally being accepted back into the Wizarding society which had shunned him after the war. Draco knew in a way this was a small punishment for a once great Malfoy to be a simple Ministry paper pusher but for Draco he had accustomed to the small things which made his day now.
When he had first began his work with the Ministry one of the first faces he had seen was one he hadn’t since his trials, one Mr. Savior of the Wizarding World. Potter was a flurry of Auror robes from the moment he steps in, a flock of people following him in a whirlwind of inquiries that turned into one intangible mess. It had been another uneventful Thursday of Draco pushing up his reading glasses as he skimmed another ill worded report which he scrutinized distastefully at the idiots who worked certain positions of power. He hadn’t noticed the shadow of a figure pacing back and forth in front of his office door as he was hunched over until he heard the grunt of pain of another close.
His head snapped up to see the back of a mop of brown hair looking out his office window before closing the blinds and looking at him. Saint Potter stood in his office quickly putting up his hand in a motion of silence knowing fully well that Draco was the type to shout at the mere presence of the other in his office without even a knock. Once Potter saw that Draco kept silence he looked around the office and spotted a place behind a tall cabinet with enough space that had him diving behind it which caused Draco to be more confused before he heard the door of his office swing open.
“Ah Mr. Malfoy I was not aware you had a office on this floor” came the short response from lips that frowned as they looked about the office.
Draco recognized the man as one from the Department of Mysteries, he rarely spoke to him but the few times he had he would not forget the tone in which the other always spoke to him. The man was older than him, old enough to associate his father with him and pass on the distaste during work hours. Draco frowned as he watched the man look around again and knew that he must have been the cause for Potter barging into his office and taking cover.
“I’m surprised you remember I even work here Mr. Stewart” he replied with a frown which caused the man to whip his head towards Draco at the words. “Is there something you are requiring which has caused you to barge into my office?” he asked coolly.
“I thought I had seen Mr. Potter come into this office but it seems I may be mistaken” the man replied back as he straightened his back and attempted to brush off unseen lint from his robes.
“Mr. Stewart perhaps you have not heard your own words but you think Potter came into my office? Harry James Potter into the office of a Malfoy?” he replied with a small laugh at the man which he could see struck a nerve as Stewart turned red and scoffed a good day to Draco before storming out of the office.
“You better have a bloody explanation Potter” Draco spat out as his eyes turned towards the cabinet from him he saw emerald eyes watching him curiously before stepping out from behind it.
“Uhhhh….thanks for that, didn’t think you’d cover for me” Harry started scratching the back of his head which earned Draco to narrow his eyes at the other. “I’ve been trying to shake him all the way from the Atrium but he wouldn’t stop asking me about a bloody house gathering he was having that he wanted me to attend” he answered as he came closer to the organized cluttered desk at which the blonde sat.
“Well next time find another bloody office to bother and learn to knock you oaf” Draco chastised the other which caused Potter to smile. “What the hell do you find so funny?” he spat out not expecting Potter to take a seat across from him.
“Well I didn’t expect you to actually cover for me or that you had glasses” Harry responded with a playful smile that made Draco clutch his quill tightly as his eyebrows knitted together in anger.
“Believe it or not Potter but there are others who I find far more infuriating than you and you lucked out that Stewart is one” Draco began watching the smile grow on Potter’s face. “Seeing that you’ve used glasses all your life I would think you would know people use them for seeing which in my case it is for reading the copious amount of ill written reports from different departments, especially your poor excuse for grammar.” he gestured about at the mounds of paperwork which he watched as Potter scratched the back of his head once again with a sheepish expression.
“Oh sorry about that, ya Mione always gets on my case that she feels terrible for whoever ends up reading my reports” he responded the expression deepening as his cheeks darkened slightly with a tinge of red under the lightly tanned kissed skin.
“Is there anything else I can assist you with Potter?” he asked in order to alert the other that he wished to be left alone again in his office to get work done.
“Do you always stay in here for work?” came the curious question as emerald eyes looked around the plain office with the staple Ministry chairs and devoid of any decorations.
“My career is not as lustrous as that of a Auror who goes hunting down criminals all over Europe” he replied blandly at Potter who turned to him with a smile that would have charmed any other person except a well trained Malfoy.
“Oh well sometimes it’s not that great but I love bringing back weird souvenirs from where I am” Potter explained to Malfoy who raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is that to show look at me, I defied death somehow in another country?” he asked meaning to mock Potter but it earned him a laugh as the other stood up.
“I’ll be sure to let you know just when I defy death miraculously Malfoy” he said with a smirk which earned him a shake of a head.
“Your wonderful presence is enough Potter truly” was his sarcastic reply as he watched Potter open his blinds again and leave his office.
He had thought it that had been the end of that unusual encounter with Potter but two weeks later he found the first token of many that followed which left him perplexed with Potter. A singular silver ring sat on his desk with a pale yellow polished stone in the middle held in place with ornate decoration of silver around it. He had been completely confused as to where the item came from but the soft knock of Potter on the other side of his door brought him answers.
“Did you like the ring?” he asked with genuine curiosity as he looked to see it was still sitting on the desk right where he had left it for the blonde.
“Why the bloody hell did you leave me a ring Potter?!” he demanded an answer as he gestured wildly to the ring he had not touched.
“I said I would bring you a souvenir when I defied death, there’s your first a Amber ring from Gdańsk” he replied with a grin as he gestured to it which made Draco’s eyebrows furrow even more.
“A ring is not something you bring Potter, a ugly ceramic is typical but not a damn ring” he pointed accusingly at the item.
“Would a ugly ceramic even suit you Malfoy?” he retorted with a smile as he looked down at it. “Its tree Amber that washed up on the Baltic and is sold in Poland. That’s where my last mission is from as he hunted down a band of wizards who were brewing illegal potions to smuggle over to Russian and Slovakia.” Harry explained which caused Draco to look at him incredulously.
“Get out Potter I don’t have time for this!” he shouted which caused the other to jump in alarm and laugh as he rushed out of the office.
True to Potter’s words every time he came back from a mission, even when Draco learned wasn’t death defying, he would find a new keepsake on his desk. The next had been a keepsake box from Potter’s follow up on the previous case into Slovakia and after that a Russian Rostov enamel brooch with the Church of Resurrection in St. Petersburg carefully painted on it. Each and every souvenir was unique from the previous so each told a different story to Draco of Potter’s adventures in his field. He opened the locked bottom drawer of his desk and there sat the keepsake box that Potter gave him. He opened the lid to look inside at the multitude of souvenirs inside, smiling softly as he gazed at them.
A knock startled him out of his thoughts, quickly closing the door the cabinet door and looking up to see Potter giving him a small wave. He schooled his features into place nodding in Potter’s direction to enter. He watched him enter with a small bag in his hand, another souvenir to join the others he had secretly kept. Life at the Ministry definitely was looking up for Draco. “And what tales do you bring today Potter?” he asked as his question was met with a bright smile. Yes, definitely it was looking up.
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