Draco has worked hard to gain a reputation as an unbiased reporter for the Prophet.
He never imagined this would lead to Harry Potter offering him a job, or how much accepting said job would change his life.
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"I've had an idea," Harry said, "You were there that night, at Greengrass Moor, when I …" he trailed off looking embarrassed.
"When you told everyone they ought to be fucking grateful and leave you the hell alone? Yes, it's one of my fondest memories." Draco wasn't trying to annoy, it was true, and the image of Potter swearing at Draco's idiot, fame-whore of a boss was something that never failed to make him smile.
Harry flushed, "I didn't mean it, not in the way it came out, and certainly I didn't mean to shout it at the editor of the Prophet."
A lovely, lighthearted fic where Draco and Harry spend all their time talking about their past, Harry's life, and Draco falls in love with him along the way. Very minimal angst, funny, with a lovely plot and a Draco trying desperately not to fall in love with his ex-enemy before he can finish writing his biography. Definitely worth a read!
Hi anon, absolutely! I reckon that’s a pretty common trope in fic nowadays. I’ve decided to include journalist!Draco as well, in case you’re interested:
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This is a fun little fic I wrote a while back based on my headcanon of Draco as a journalist. I love this job for him, and I want to write it more, but this was my first.
The Wizengamot voted today to approve
The Wizengamot approved legislation that would provide protections
In a 37 to 13 vote, the Wizengamot approved increased rights and protections to werewolves, Squibs, and other marginalized groups.
In a 37 to 13 vote, the Wizengamot has passed a bill that appears altruistic on the surface but in reality is a lackluster attempt to appease marginalized communities into pliant submission so the ruling class can continue to quietly exploit them, all the more tainted by a clusterfuck of completely unrelated amendments designed to indirectly fill the political war chests of the bill’s writers.
Draco snorted. Would “clusterfuck” be approved by Wizarding Reuters’s style guide? Probably not, he supposed; even the Executive Editor of the Daily Prophet was subject to the same rules of journalism as every other reporter, but his first draft was between him and his keyboard. Thank Merlin for the backspace key.
He cast a quick Tempus. He had to finish the draft in a couple of hours and get it to a Line Editor right away; this kind of story was particularly time-sensitive. He looked over his notes again, taken dutifully by the Quick Quotes Quill, as well as another notepad of thoughts written by his own hand. Nerves and a speck of doubt rose in his chest at the thought that, in just a few hours, his words would be available to read for the entire Wizarding World, forever inked in the newspaper as a public record of the day’s events.
Excuse the cheesy ass title. *Snorts* I would like to thank the anons and @sortagayforhelladays for the prompt. I have no idea if this is at all what you wanted haha. I had this thought that wouldn’t let go of me. Also, thank you @rmh8402 for looking this over! I adore you! <3
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The chime of the clock striking noon accompanied by three firm knocks was telling in its own right.
“Mister Malfoy, h-how charmed I am to see you.”
“Yes.” The drawling tone and arched brow spoke clearly. “You appear charmed to see me.”
“N-no, charmed to see you, sir. I assure you. Is there something I can do for you? My loan isn’t due for another few days.”
Eyes watched Malfoy closely, taking in an uncharacteristic hesitance.
“How’s the wife and your daughter? They faring well?”
A telling and uncomfortable pause permeated the room. “Because, should you get me the information I require, I will grant you an extension on your loan.”
A piece of paper was left on the desk. With one name written elegantly.
“Speak to no one. If a single whisper gets to Robinson, I will not only have your head but the head of your family, as well.”
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Harry knew that people were paying attention to him. When didn’t they? At least people were doing it now because of his position in the Ministry. As Head Investigator for the Department of Internal Ministry Investigation and Regulations, it was his job to inspect, analyze and investigate all departments inside the Ministry. It was a means of forestalling corruption and keeping the Ministry functioning as it should.
It was amusing to have gone from being the boy-who-lived and all around coveted public figure, to someone most avoided at all costs. It wasn’t his fault there were so many people who couldn’t do their jobs as they should. If they wanted an atmosphere where the higher-ups could continue as they had during Voldemort’s reign, then they were in for a rude awakening. There was no room for corruption in the Ministry, not on Harry’s watch. The government was something that the people should trust not fear.
“Potter’s coming!” The whisper carried down the hall and Harry had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“Don’t draw attention to yourself. Potter fired Robinson down in Wizengamot Administration Services.”
“Robinson? He’s such a nice bloke. Honestly, Potter is ruining the Ministry. Can’t work in peace anymore.”
Harry cleared his throat, coming up next to them. He didn’t even bother hiding his amusement at the way both employees jumped in surprise. The shock deeply embedded in their faces quickly bled to horror as they both scrambled away.
“Robinson was taking bribes from the defendants.” Harry calmly called after them, folding his arms across his chest. “Payouts to ensure that the Wizengamot would be lenient on those with deep enough pockets. I must have missed the memo where it was stated that the wealthy get a free pass.” Robinson wasn’t the only member of the Wizengamot that was corrupted, and Harry would weed them out, eventually.
He knew they wouldn’t respond, but he wanted them to walk away with the knowledge that what his job entailed, had a purpose. It wasn’t as if he liked investigating employees, it was necessary.
Harry continued down the hall to his office, ignoring the pile of Howlers sitting outside his door. He waved his wand setting them all afire. If people didn’t want to be found out, then they shouldn’t be dodgy gits in the first place.
As he sat down at his desk, folders already piled high, Harry knew it would be a long day.
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By midday, Harry was considering going home early and ignoring all sense of responsibility when the sound of his floo chiming in had him straightening up. His floo was granted top clearance by the Minister. Only three people had access; Kingsley, himself and his informant.
“Merlin, I had hoped by now you would have gotten a decorator to spruce the place up. It’s gaudy. I don’t know how you expect me to work in conditions like this. Can I site ‘blinding by ghastly interior’ as a reason to get workplace compensation?”
Harry rolled his eyes, fighting to keep the smile at bay. He watched the way Draco picked at invisible pieces of soot. “If either one of us is getting workplace compensation, it will be me. I am the one who has to put up with your outrageous demands.”
The scoff Draco released just further amused Harry. “My demands are reasonable. There is nothing wrong with wanting the best.”
“I fail to see how taking out all Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans except Chocolate, Gin, Firewhiskey, Éclair, and Lobster classifies as wanting the best.”
Draco smirked before striding to the desk and sitting on it as if he had the right. “That’s because you have no taste.”
Harry decided to let it go. One must pick their battles when it came to Draco, and this wasn’t the time. Besides, they both knew the requests were outrageous. Since he wasn’t allowed to legally pay Draco for being his informant, the man demanded ‘gifts’ in return. Because of course, ‘I’m not a bleeding heart, Potter. Why would I do this for free?’
“What are you doing here? You usually only come unless I’ve called you ahead of time, or you owl beforehand.”
A mock gasp was accompanied by a hand to Draco’s chest. “I can’t just visit my handsome boyfriend? Do I need some kind of excuse to see you? Honestly, I am hurt.”
Harry pulled on Draco’s arms until the git landed in his lap ungracefully. He laughed when Draco scowled at him. “What did you do? You only use flattery when I have to cover your tracks.”
The disappointed sigh Draco released had Harry holding back a smirk. “I can’t even fool you anymore.”
“Yes,” Harry began wry smile forming. “What a travesty that must be.” When Draco looked like he was going to argue, he leveled him with an impatient glance, not allowing his lover to distract him.
Draco frowned before sighing heavily. “The prophet has sent some reporters after me. They are horrid at sleuthing. Caught one of them outside the Manor.”
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco as he frowned deeply. “You’ve sold many stories to them, why would they turn around and investigate you? This doesn’t make sense.” Draco was a freelance journalist. Usually, he used his connections and insights to help Harry come up with proof for the corrupt employees inside the Ministry.
“I know,” whispered Draco. “I recognized a few of them but they are just interns. This could just be someone hoping to see me in scandalous positions. Or they know that I am working with you.”
That had Harry shaking his head rapidly. “There’s no way they know. I have been careful. Kingsley doesn’t even know who my source is. That’s the whole point.”
“What about being magically bugged?”
Harry was actually insulted with that line of thought. Draco’s stalkers may be interns, but Harry sure wasn’t. This wasn’t his first day on the job. “All of our communications are on restricted access channels. Your name doesn’t go down in a single file. As far as the Ministry is aware, the last file with you in it was your trial after the war.” He moved his hand soothingly when Draco tensed. Harry knew that wasn’t a happy reminder.
“As for being bugged? Not a chance. I sweep the place three times throughout the day. There is no way someone managed to best me.”
His reasoning seemed to be working on Draco and he watched the way his boyfriend’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Maybe they just want to find something to gossip about.”
There was doubt in Draco’s tone and it had Harry worried. His gut was telling him that it was more than that, that there was something else going on here.
Harry decided to up his security. Nothing was more important than Draco’s safety.
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The chime of the clock striking noon had Draco cursing under his breath as he knocked on the door. If this took too long, his entire plan for the day would be forfeit.
There was a scramble on the other side, which was amusing but odd. When the door opened, the man froze in horror.
“I apologize if my information wasn’t as forthcoming as you hoped—wait—oh—I deeply apologize Mister Malfoy. I thought you were—well—it doesn’t matter.”
Draco blinked rapidly before narrowing his eyes. There weren’t too many people that he could be confused with. This was something he would have to come back to, now wasn’t the time.
“Mister Sykes, I have come to you regarding your second job.” If Draco wasn’t set in his lack of emotions, he would have snorted at the fright in the man’s eyes.
“Now see here, I don’t make much working for the Goblins. There isn’t anything wrong with seeking employment elsewhere.”
Draco rolled his eyes, waving the statement away with a free hand. “Relax, I’m not here to investigate you, nor am I doing an expose. I am here as a friendly reminder that actions hold consequences. Should you come in need of someone of my expertise, that you have my well wishes.”
There was a contemplative silence as Draco sat down on the only free chair available. Harry’s office may be gaudy, but this was just outrageous. The Goblins clearly held no warm feelings towards the liaison officer between the Gringotts branch and Wizards. The space was so small that Draco wondered if three people could fit comfortably. The desk was falling apart and cracks running down the chairs. Belatedly, he recognized Goblin magic in the air preventing wizarding magic inside the room. It was a way to keep the peace inside Gringotts but also prevented Sykes from repairing his stuff. That was the kind of petty Draco admired.
Sykes sat down slowly, elbows hitting the desk hard. “What can I do for you?”
Draco couldn’t withhold the smirk if he tried. “I want all financial information you have on a Ministry employee.” He held up a hand when the man opened his mouth. “Don’t even bother telling me that it would be a breach of protocol to open the folders inside your briefcase. That breach was long ago committed before I walked in here.”
Panic. That was the first thing that Draco was able to make out on Sykes’ face. The man probably assumed his tracks had been covered. But it was Draco’s job to unearth the truth. “As I said earlier, my well wishes are with you. Not many people can do what I can, Mister Sykes. I wouldn’t make me wait much longer if I were you.”
The clunk of the briefcase slamming down on the desk had Draco’s smirk broadening.
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As a stunning spell whooshed past Draco, he was thankful that Harry had loaned him his invisibility cloak. Made his job a hell of a lot easier.
“Where are you?” The snarl was uttered in a tone that had Draco curling his lip in disgust. Rowland Garnett was on a list of Harry’s suspicious names to investigate. His boyfriend may be the best internal investigator the Ministry has seen, but Draco had a background in wizarding genealogy. His father instilled the knowledge of all bloodlines and taught him exactly how to not only spot someone who toed the line of the laws with skill, but also how to use that to his advantage. Which came in handy. There were things that only his own connections would grant, things that Harry wouldn’t be able to uncover. Which is why they worked well together. He didn’t have the law on his side, but Harry did.
Draco waved his wand, transforming a rock into a small kitten. He maneuvered it in his path, watching the way Garnett turned around and sighed in relief at the sight of an animal.
“Mangy vermin.” Garnett hissed harshly, eyeing the cat with a keen eye.
“What are you doing?” The new voice visibly startled Garnett.
“Baxter, it is impolite to sneak up on others.”
Draco narrowed his eyes as Andrew Baxter, famed defense attorney, stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the dimly lit alleyway. This wasn’t completely unexpected, Baxter was good at his job, but spent too much money on a lifestyle he couldn’t afford. If the man was taking payoffs to get his clients off, then this wouldn’t be surprising. The man was on Harry’s list, just not this one.
Garnett worked in the Department for Magical Transportation. Which had absolutely nothing to do with anything regarding legalities.
“Rogers sends her well wishes,” Baxter whispered, smirk twisting unpleasantly.
The way Garnett swallowed had Draco curious.
“D-does she now?”
When Baxter took a threatening step forward, Draco debated with himself. He didn’t want to be put in the position to defend Garnett. Not when he knew the man was up to something. But Harry would never condone allowing someone else to be harmed when Draco could have done something. Damn his lover and good moral mentality.
“Next week, you are going to petition for a change in your department. Put forth a bill that charges each household for the right to floo.”
Draco leaned his head back in confusion. Floo powder is already being charged to the consumers. They want to charge wizards to use a service that was a right all along? They want wizards to not only pay for the floo powder but also pay to floo? What was the point? That would be devastating to families that could barely afford floo powder as it was. What about public flooing stations? Would that change too?
“Would there be a clause for those who can’t pay?” Draco could tell that Garnett was just as confused as he was. “Or those who send their children places using floo? Charging to floo will cause parents to have to personally apparate their children if they can’t afford to floo. This will be a setback for wizarding preschools. Some parents can’t apparate their children. Not everyone gets their apparating license.”
Baxter arched a brow, inching forward. “Rogers doesn’t care about the poor. She takes office in a few days. Since Robinson was fired, the Wizengamot is of the belief that there are no more corrupt members left in their numbers. You get that petition drafted, Rogers will see to it that it gets passed.”
Draco groaned internally. If Rogers was taking over for Robinson, then that would put her in charge of the money coming into the Ministry from all bills passed. If Garnett was their man on the inside, then it would be easy to skim money from the top. They were going to charge everyone unnecessarily and burden those without wealth all in the name of greed. He felt sick just thinking about it.
“And my indiscretions won’t go past us?” Garnett countered, gaining a backbone.
“It will be our little secret.”
Yeah. Their secret that Draco would make sure the entire country knows of.
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“Mister Potter! Can I have a word with you?”
“How did you know Carolyn Rogers was working with someone on the inside?”
Harry sighed, not bothering to look their way. “No comment.”
“Who do you think the Wizengamot will choose as her replacement?”
“Sources say you have someone on the inside feeding you intel. Is that true Mister Potter?”
Harry slowly lifted his head to lock eyes with Draco, standing among reporters for the Daily Prophet. There was an amused glint in his eyes, as if he was proud for stirring up more rumors.
“If they are your sources, Mister Malfoy, then I fear for their credibility.”
He watched Draco’s smirk broaden. “Is that your way of deflecting?”
Harry wasn’t sure what Draco was playing at, but he decided to see where it would go. “Just being honest. I have no reason to curb the truth.”
Flashes were going off in the background and the sound of several Quick-Quotes quills had Harry sighing. This would make the evening edition, he just knew it.
When Draco stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between them, Harry didn’t have to wonder what his boyfriend was doing anymore.
“Since you have no reason to lie,” Draco began, voice lowering. “It’s been said that you have a relationship that hasn’t previously been mentioned. That doesn’t seem very forthcoming if you ask me.”
There were only a few ways getting Draco to stop once he became interested in something. Harry pulled on outrageously expensive robes, bringing them that much closer.
“How horrible of me.” The sarcasm was thick, but it had Draco smiling, and that was always preferable. He didn’t bother waiting for a response before he smashed their lips together, relishing in the quiet sigh Draco released.
The sound of cameras going off intensified, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Draco nipped his bottom lip and a delightful tongue intertwined with his own. Kissing Draco was distracting enough that he didn’t care that they were in the atrium of the Ministry. He didn’t care that they were making a spectacle of themselves. All that mattered was the hands that were slowly making their way towards his arse and the deepening of the kiss.
When they pulled back, Harry ignored the smugness in silver eyes. He could care less what Draco’s endgame had been for outing their relationship. Harry was just happy that they could be seen together without arising suspicion.
When Draco opened his mouth to no doubt say something that would have Harry’s eyes rolling, he quickly captured those lips in a searing kiss.
“Well, this is far more interesting than whoever takes over for Rogers.” A woman whispered loudly, voice carrying over the quiet room.
“They certainly make for a cover photo.”
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Draco grinned at the cover of the Daily Prophet. Their kiss had turned a little risqué for something the Prophet usually posts, but with their public status being so highly regarded, it wasn’t a surprise that the photos were printed anyways.
Harry Potter Announces Secret Love Affair with Draco Malfoy
The Wizarding community was left in a frenzy as two past enemies declared a secret relationship. The readers at home reading this for the first time may need a moment to right themselves. I, Rita Skeeter, renowned journalist, was shocked myself. What is it about Draco Malfoy that has enchanted Harry Potter?
Sources close to Potter say Malfoy no longer has nefarious intentions. There are several instances where Malfoy’s public statements and line of work prove this argument. But us intelligent minds, wonder if that is truly the case. With little to go on, only speculation is left, my dear readers.
The photos themselves show a certain level of intimacy, but little to do with love. Perhaps they are just guilty of giving in to the whims of their bodies?
Neither commented on this new development. Secrecy began their relationship and tight lips are reining it in.
-Continuation on page 3.
Draco knew that if the interns following him were intent on finding something in his private life, that this was one way to handle the situation. He didn’t need an excuse to out their relationship, but the time was as good as any. Three years of dating Harry Potter and not getting to publicly kiss him was three years past due.
If only he could get the niggling in the back of his mind to go away.
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“They bought the decoy.”
Andrew Baxter smirked as the Patronus disappeared as quickly as it arrived. They were only a few steps away from getting the proof they needed to take down Potter and his lover.
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Before you ask. I rather like the ending. Feel free to ask away but I think, for now, I will end this. I do have a lot of other stuff to do. But I also have the rest of this planned out. So give me patience and a lot of time. I can come back to this at a later date if anyone would like more.
Author: dicta_contrion Fantastic Drarry fic, honestly. You should all read it. Draco is owner and head editor of the Prophet and he has extensive coverage of Harry's life. There's some smut, past Drarry, lots of fluff and even more angst. It is an incredible read, truly a must for every Drarry fan out there.
I need a fic that harry is an auror and draco is some sort of investigative journalist, which means that he is investigating corruption in the ministry. One day he gets into trouble so harry has to go and save the git. He finds draco in an abandoned house and the latter protest at the sight of him ("i don't need your help, potter, I have everything under control"), but harry doesn't have time to argue as he hears voices approaching, so he just cast a petrificus totalus at draco, gets on top of him and covers them with the invisibility cloak. Ten minutes later when it's all clear, harry gets up, ends the spell and both of them realize that they have very much visible erections.
I may write a fic about this one day, but something that’s always interested me is Journalist!Draco.
I know that some people have written Draco doing this job, so I know it’s not an original thought, but I love the idea of him doing that career for a number of reasons.
Draco has a great poker face when he needs it. Yes, he’s expressive when he wants to be (i.e. smirking, glaring or scowling at Harry/others during their Hogwarts years) but as a pureblood Slytherin raised in high society, he was taught to how mask his true feelings. Journalists have to appear credible in every professional interaction. They have to suppress their reactions and impulses when they’re interviewing someone, and they have to do their best to make sure their words are free of bias.
Also, he was taught the importance of maintaining the family reputation, which entails knowing what people are saying about you, as well as others. I read a fic once where Draco would listen to conversations around him, collecting knowledge about everyone around him as well as hearing everything people said about him and his family, and he’d write home to tell his parents about what was said about them. I like that idea, because while most of Draco’s appearances in the plot were as this bragging, loud-mouthed bully, there must be this other, quietly cunning side that knows when to watch and listen from a distance.
Journalism often requires finding your own story beyond the obvious, whether it means finding a unique angle on an event or investigating secrets/rumors that don’t have enough traction or credibility to be common knowledge. They need to be resourceful, personable, and ambitious.
And they need to ask questions—the right ones. Asking the right question can break open the possibilities in a once bland story. Draco is analytical and careful; he would be able to examine a story from multiple points of view and be thorough in gathering information. And he would ask questions—the right ones—to get all the information he needs.
I like to imagine that Draco, as a journalist, would use the skills he was raised with to tell the truth. He might resort to his more manipulative tactics at times, but I like to think that he’s trying to use his powers for good and not evil, so to speak. He’s ironically relying on these usually selfish tools to serve the public by reporting the truth.
Draco also understand the importance of words. Like all writers, he’s fascinated by how different combinations of words can hold so much power, so many nuances and connotations; a single comma out of place can change the meaning of an entire sentence. He saw growing up the impact of the media on Wizarding society, and now that the war is over, he wants to be part of the solution, rather than the problem.
Then he meets Harry again, who hated Rita Skeeter and the Prophet. Draco approaches Harry for an interview, and Harry is understandably wary. His former childhood nemesis is a member of the media that attacked him and invaded his privacy when he was a minor? He’d be very suspicious and think Draco was Up To Something. He refuses outright.
But as he reads Draco’s articles obsessively, he starts to see how Draco’s reporting is different from the rest. He rarely sees Draco having to issue corrections on his stories, and, from what Harry knows through his Ministry job and connections, everything he writes is true.
And as Draco rises up in his job, the paper as a whole starts to change. Harry watches from afar as Draco is able to influence the system and retrain the journalists when he becomes the Executive Editor of the Daily Prophet.
So, when it comes time for Harry to come out as bisexual, there’s only one journalist he will allow to write the story.
Author: Soupy_George
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Journalist Draco
Creature:
Words: 119,675
Summary: Draco has worked hard to gain a reputation as an unbiased reporter for the Prophet. He never imagined this would lead to Harry Potter offering him a job, or how much accepting said job would change his life.
