Everyone Knows (Except them...

)
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/48080311.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Character: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Head Auror Harry Potter,
Oblivious Harry Potter, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Idiots in Love, Kingsley
is Confused, Protective Harry Potter, Everyone ships them, wife draco,
Pining Harry Potter, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit,
5+1 Things, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Attempt at Humor, Crack Treated
Seriously, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Possessive Harry Potter
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-23 Updated: 2023-08-30 Words: 13,866 Chapters:
4/?

Everyone Knows (Except them...)

by saratinearchive

Summary

Harry and Draco have a powerful dynamic, they were way past the rivalry they held back
at Hogwarts, they made an excellent pair to be honest. Harry being the Head Auror, and
Draco being his Senior Secretary, the Auror Department was a force to be reckoned with.
And it fuelled rumors, to familiar faces, to auror trainees, to new friends.

Or— the three times Draco Malfoy is named as Harry Potter's wife, the one time Harry
Potter finds out about the Auror Department's nickname for Draco, the one time that Harry
makes Draco his wife officially and finally the one time that Draco Potter owns the title
"Head Auror's Wife".

Notes

hullo guys!

hope you guys enjoy this short fic, it's been sitting on my docs for a few days now and I've
finally decided to finish it. Let me know what you all think, it's kind of the 'spur of the
moment' kind of fics.

inspired by a merthur fic! (btw, if you ship merthur, let's be friends!!!) ❤️

 Chapter 1

1.1: Kingsley Shaklebolt, The Minister

The Minister of Magic sat comfortably at the long conference table, it was the monthly meetings of
all the heads of each of the Ministry's departments. Kingsley flicked an imaginary dust bunny off
his robes. His eyes roamed the hall, he could see the Head of Magical Games and Sports, Ronald
Weasley, having an intense game of Wizarding Chess against the Head of Magical Accidents and
Catastrophes, Leonard Peasegood. He looked over to the right side of the hall to see Hermione
Granger, the Head of Magical Creatures and Fantastic Beasts chatting up with Hannah Abbot,
Head of Muggle Control. An old but wise Elphias Doge represented the Wizengamot as he sipped
his complimentary tea. Senior Aurors scattered the hall, he could see familiar faces, from Neville
Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot, Katie Bell, Susan Bones, and
Penelope Clearwater, they donned their maroon auror uniforms to stand guard for any threat to the
heads of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley's raised a brow though, there was no sign of the DMLE's Head, Harry Potter. He knew
for a fact that the meeting will start in a few minutes and a big part of the meeting is contributed by
the DMLE. He tapped his fingers against the top of the conference table, maybe the Auror was just
late?

Suddenly, there were hurried knocks and a familiar face, Dean Thomas, one of the Senior Auror,
ran in the conference room with panic in his eyes, everyone was at their feet. Waiting as the auror
huffed and puffed out breath.

"What's wrong, Dean?" Neville called out to the other auror who looks like he just wants to die
rather than be in this room right now.

"Draco had to go to St. Mungo's." Dean finally huffed out, the people looked at him with curiosity,
was the Head Auror's senior secretary hurt? Sick? But why did he have to barge in here because of
that?

"Is he alright? Did Harry get hurt?" Hermione asked in worry, standing up from her chair, ready to
bolt to St. Mungo's. Dean waved his hands to signal 'No', "He went to St. Mungo's for an
emergency meeting, the Senior Healer called him out, meaning, the Senior Secretary of the Head
Auror is indisposed, meaning the Head Auror will probably get to our department without his
Senior Secretary." Dean said again, like it was the end of the world.

Ron stiffened, almost knocking the chess pieces off the board. Leonard cleared his throat as he
curled a finger at his shirt collar like he was being choked. Hannah Abott paled, sitting down
slowly, sinking into the seat as if she wanted to disappear. Hermione sighed in displeasure. Elphias
on the other hand, scrambled on his seat before crouching under the table to hide from whatever
threat there was. While Kingsley just stood confused, how would the disappearance of the Senior
Secretary affect the meeting?

The Minister could see how the aurors stiffened, faces drained out of color, he can vaugely hear
Terry Boot telling Penelope Clearwater that it was nice knowing everyone here and he was happy
that he was at the DMLE's Senior Auror Squad. Which confused the Minister even more, why was
it as if they were going to be dead in any minute?

"H-How many minutes do we have left?" Neville stuttered out, his eyes wide with fear and
trepidation. "Director Potter usually arrives by 9 am, so I say… 3 minutes or less…" Dean said
with a fear-stricken tone.

"Oh, shit." Ron said before scrambling to his seat, the other heads mumbling about how they'll just
want to avada kedavra themselves than be here.

"What is the problam exactly?" The Minister finally voiced out, confused at the dramatics
everyone was pulling out. Hermione sighed, "Take a seat, Minister. We will give you some quick
pointers before Director Potter arrives." She gestured the seat, the Minister obeys, finally, some
context!

"We're going to die, I can see the headlines now." Seamus wailed in fear. Kingsley's brow
furrowed before looking st the auror, "Why are you all so scared? Aren't you supposed to be all
fearless? It's just Harry Potter, not the Dark Lord." He commented.

"Rather the Dark Lord then Director Potter without Secretary Malfoy." Susan Bones said with
worry as the Senior Aurors Squad made a distinct line of defense.

Hermione cleared her throat, the Minister's attention shifting back to the other Department Head,
"As I was saying Minister, just— just look natural, don't comment on anything about Director
Potter's appearance, don't even comment on the weather. Don't make eye contact. And do not look
for his secretary, no matter what, we will not question the absence of his secretary. Are we clear
Minister?"

The Minister was about to reply when the conference room's slammed open, revealing a
disgruntled and pissed Head Auror as he barelled down the room, his hair disheleved, moreso than
normal, his robes were crumpled, as if he just threw it on without even thinking about it, his glasses
askew, his green eyes filled with rage. The room rattled with angry magic as the Minister watched
the most powerful wizard harshly pull out a chair, settling himself roughly on it.

Harry Potter gave a grunt in greeting, he was pissed, everyone who had eyes can see that.

Even the Minister was scared, he knew what magical prowes the Head Auror had, heck, he could
be the Minister of Magic if he hadn't turned the position down, wanting to be the Head Auror
more, he'd probably be also the King of the Wizarding World, if there was a hierarchy.

"Well? Aren't we going to start?" Harry snapped out, "Auror Thomas, where's the reports on all the
missions since the start of August?" He asked the trembling auror, Dean's eyes darted to their
leader, Neville, the brunette stiffened, he had given the reports to the senior secretary for this
meeting, but he couldn't say that, now could he? He would be crucio'd in no less than a second.

"Thomas." Director Potter grounded, his patience running thin. The Minister could see the Aurors
trembling as he remembered what Ms. Granger had told him, 'Do not look for his secretary.' — it
took Kingsley a second to decipher that the files Director Potter needed was probably with
Secretary Malfoy, and none of them wanted to point it out.

"D-Director Potter, Sir, m-may we at the Muggle Control start first if you still don't have your
needed f-files?" Hannah Abbot asked, 'What a brave soul.' Kingsley heard Anthony mutter to
Penelope.

Harry raised a brow at Hannah, "Director Abott, are you implying that my secretary is
incompetent?!" He drawled in annoyance. The Head of MC stiffened at the question, it wasn't her
intention, definitely not, but her statement came out.

"N-No, sir! I-I know Secretary Malfoy is very much competent and-"

"If he is then where the bloody hell is he?!" Harry shouted in annoyance, his magic flared,
disintegrating the glass windows of the conference room.

No one was breathing.

Even Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, two of the Head Auror's best friends were unmoving.
They know what's best for their lives, they did not want to die at a ripe age of 26.
"I'm here, Director Potter."

Everyone let out a breath, even the Minister didn't know he held his. The Senior Secretary to Harry
Potter, Draco Malfoy, sauntered in the room with elegance as he held in his arms, were numerous
case files.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Harry snapped childishly at his secretary, not minding anyone in
front of them, Draco simply rolled his eyes as he took in the Head Auror's appearance. "I went to
St. Mungo's for an emergency, I sent you a patronus. And I asked Marcus Flint to give you your
needed files! But when I got to the department all I saw was Marcus on the verge of crying because
you yelled at him asking him why he had the files when he’s just a Trainee.” He snapped as he
pulled the Head Auror to his feet, casting different spells to straighten the frowning man’s robes,
straightening his glasses as well, Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s hair as he attempted to tame
the wild curls.

“Did you atleast drink your coffee?” Draco asked as he can see that there was no retaliation from
the raven haired from his statement, knowing that Draco was right and that Harry was just being a
sissy for throwing an unneeded fit. Harry shook his head, Draco nodded, he summoned the coffee
he bought from Harry’s favorite cafe, handing it to him before pushing him back to his seat, he
stood beside the wizard.

Harry relaxed in Draco’s presence.

“Please, Minister, you can continue with the meeting.” Draco drawled out, Shaklebolt looked at the
blonde man in awe, he just, in a very indirect way, controlled the most powerful man in this room.

The Minister could hear sighs of relief, and a sentiment he couldn’t forget; ‘We need to buy
something for Draco.’ and the Minister couldn’t agree more. But he was still confused, how did
this man have this power over Harry?

The meeting ended faster than they thought, Harry was the first on his feet as he dragged Draco
out, the secretary was scolding him and telling him to apologize to Marcus Flint.

“I- How?” Shaklebolt finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

Ron chuckled, “Two words; Wife power, Minister.”

“T-they aren’t married though?” Minister asked once again, everyone in the room shrugged.

“They might as well be.” Neville said with confidence, “So, what should we give Secretary Malfoy
this time?” Anthony asked the room. After deciding, Hermione held out a pouch for each wizard
for their contribution to but a gift for the man they were thankful for.

The next day, Draco was thankful albeit confused as he received a beautiful Christian Louboutin
ankle boots. Harry, who felt like someone had just outdone him, gifted Draco with a customized
wand-holster that probably cost a hundred galleons.

2:2 Ethan Travers, Auror Trainee

Ethan Travers is a fresh out of Hogwarts Gryffindor who went straight to auror training, six months
in training was not really that hard, despite the number of times he had to visit St. Mungo's due to a
nasty hex. He was at the training field with Senior Auror Goldstein while the other senior aurors
were training the other trainees as well. They were currently working on defensive and offensive
spells, when Ethan caught the Department's Senior Secretary walking towards them. It was
unusual to be grazed by the beautiful secretary's presence since the Head Auror was not present at
the field at the moment. Draco Malfoy was a sight to behold, some of the rumors say that he was a
Veela because of his unnatural beauty and others just simply say that he was just too beautiful for
his own good.

The trainee saw how the secretary's robes billowed behind him as he approached Anthony. He
beamed his professional smile, "Auror Goldstein!"

"Secretary Malfoy! Is there anything I can help you with?" Anthony said with a friendly smile.
Draco shook his head, "No, no, just went here to deliver a message since Neville is in the middle of
legilimency training. Director Potter asked to meet all trainees at 3 pm to brief them about the
arrival of the Minister of Council of Magic from America."

Anthony nodded, "That's not a problem at all. I'll tell Leader Longbottom once he's done with
legilimency lessons." Draco smiled at the auror before turning his attention to Ethan, "Auror
Travers." He acknowledged the trainee's presence. Ethan blushed and fidgeted at the man's gaze,
this man was important and he remember's a puny trainee's name.

"S-Secretary Malfoy." He greeted back, Draco smiled back at him, "You're Evan Travers' twin
right? He's under my wing at St. Mungo's, he'll be an amazing healer when he finishes his training
and I bet you'll be a great auror as well." He complimented Ethan.

Ethan's eyes widened, it was such big words from an important man. He couldn't help but feel
flustered. "T-Thank you, sir." He stuttered out in shyness.

" MALFOY !" A voice boomed out, everyone's attention turned towards the edge of the clearing to
see the Head Auror with a grim expression on his face.

"Bloody hell, Draco, what did you do again?" Anthony asked, dropping formalities, with a petrified
expression.

Draco brushed off the question as he plastered a sweet smile on his lips as he turned his attention to
the fuming Head Auror.

"Why, Director Potter , the weather is quite lovely today isn't it?" The secretary said with a smile.
Harry growled in anger, wordlessly and wandlessly throwing a stinging hex towards the secretary,
Draco in reflex casted a protego to repel the hex.

Ethan was pulled to the side by Anthony.

"What the hell, Potter?!"

"No! You don't get to argue! What the fuck is this?!" Harry exclaimed, pulling out a badge from
his robes, it was a newly improved 'Potter Stinks ' badge.

Ethan could see how the auror beside him stiffened. He heard a murmur of 'It's like 4th year all
over again. ' Ethan was confused, he really was .

"Oh, are you an idiot now Potter?!" Draco shouted, his wand aimed at the Head Auror. "It's a
badge, as you can see!"

"I can see that it's a badge! Now undo all the charms you put on this badge! Right now!"
"Can't Director Potter undo the charms himself?" Ethan asked Anthony in confusion, the auror just
looked at him as if he had three heads, "He can but he won't ." Anthony answered plainly.

If Ethan was confused a while ago, he was much more confused now.

"I won't! You fucking threw a hex at me!"

"I knew you would repel it!'

"You still threw a hex at me!"

Suddenly hexes and spells were being thrown in between the two men.

Ethan once again blinked, "A-Are we not going to calm them d-down?" He asked in worry,
Anthony sighed before putting a hand on the trainee's shoulders, "There's a time for bravery,
soldier. And this is not that time." He said softly.

"Uncharm those badges now!"

"No!"

"What the fuck is your problem Malfoy?!"

"I wouldn't have charmed those badges if you hadn't forgotten my birthday!"

"What do you mean?! Your birthday is on the 5th day of June!"

"Which was 3 days ago!"

Harry suddenly stopped throwing spells, did he really forget Draco's birthday?
"That can't be! I told Hermione and Ron to remind me!" Harry said defensively.

"And Ron and Hermione gave me a cake! You didn't even remember!" Draco said petulantly, his
eyes watering with unshed tears.

Ethan gasped, the secretary was about to cry and no one was doing anything about it!

"I-I… I'm sorry! There's just so much going on, I'm sorry for throwing spells at you." Harry said
softly, finally calm as he approached his crying secretary. He wrapped his arms around the blonde,
coaxing him to calm down.

The trainee stood there in shock. What the actual fuck?!

"Auror Goldstein!" Director Potter boomed, the auror beside him jogged over to the Department
Head, "Do the briefing for me with Auror Longbottom, I expect no mistakes tomorrow." The Head
Auror simply said before dragging his beautiful secretary away from the training field.

"I see that you're confused." Anthony said, Ethan nodded because he really couldn't decipher what
just happened. One minute they were throwing hexes and the next they were hugging. What the
actual hell?

"Let me see, if your Department Head and his wife would argue in front of you, would you
interrupt them?" Anthony asked the trainee, Ethan furrowed his brows together before answering,
"No…"

"Would you throw a hex at your Department Head's wife just to stop their argument?" Anthony
asked again.

"No."

"Would you in any way disrespect your Department Head's wife?"

"Absolutely not."

"Good, now, think of it this way, our Head's wife is Draco, if you do anything of those I've
mentioned, then kiss your Auror dreams goodbye." Anthony informed him. "Do you understand?"
He asked, Ethan blinked, "I-I never knew that Director Potter and Secretary Malfoy are married…"
he blurted out.

Anthony shook his head as he chuckled, "Oh, they're not, but our department considers Draco as
the wife because he knows how to reign in Director Potter. One time when Draco was late to a
meeting, Director Potter almost declared war against the French ministry."

Ethan's eyes widened, "W-war?!" He exclaimed, Anthony nodded, "Nothing to worry about
though, Draco arrived and calmed Director Potter down before he could start war. Now, do you
finally get what the dynamics is?" Anthony asked the trainee.

Ethan nodded, Secretary Malfoy is the wife, no questions asked.

"Good, now, oi! You lot, you all owe me 5 galleons each! I told you they would fight again after 3
days!" Anthony shouted at the Senior Auror Squad.

He saw how the members groaned, giving the smug Anthony 5 galleons each.

"How did you know that?!"

"It's not fair."

"You're cheating!"

"Wonder what will happen if Secretary Malfoy turns up absent one of these days?" Susan Bones
suddenly asked.

Seamus gasped, "Then it was nice knowing you lot." He commented. Dean nodded at his
boyfriend's statement.
"He was only late and Director Potter was ready to start war, if he turns up absent Director Potter
might destroy the world." Penelope said with a thoughtful expression.

Ethan shivered at that thought, praying that Secretary Malfoy never turns up absent.

3:3 Adrianna Prewett, Minister of the Council of Magic, American Ministry

Adrianna Prewett smiled when she landed gracefully from her portkey with several aurors in line to
give her a warm welcome. It was not her first time at the Ministry of Magic of Britain, but it was
her first time meeting the Head Auror, and the Savior of the Wizarding World. She spots a
beautiful blonde man beside a tall tanned handsome man that had the famous lightning scar on his
forehead. Harry Potter, in the flesh.

The blonde man spots her first and gives a blinding smile, holy shit, how can someone be so
handsome and pretty at the same time? She saw how the man nudged the Head Auror in her
direction. Harry instantly walked towards her, giving her a polite smile.

"Minister Prewett." Harry Potter greets politely, "Finally, we've met, I'm happy to welcome you
here to our humble Ministry to further discuss the new laws of safety that was recently passed in
America." He continues, before gently putting his hand on the beautiful blonde's back, must be his
hus—

"This is my Senior Secretary, Draco Malfoy."

Secretary?

"A pleasure to meet you, Minister. I'll be happy to guide and tell you all about Britain's wizarding
laws." He said politely, his steel gray eyes glinted with excitement. Adrianna was a bit
flabbergasted, these two, whom she thought were husbands, were simply co-workers? She has
never been wrong when it comes to hunches!

Instead she smiled back at the two men.

"The pleasure's all mine, Director Potter, Mr. Malfoy." She said as the two men guided her to the
apparition point. Something was definitely off.

As she was ushered to the Ministry of Magic and given some time to rest, the woman decided she
wouldn't be able to rest if she didn't get to the bottom of this mystery. The two men who escorted
her didn't look like co-workers. So with some genius spellwork, she spelled herself to be a male
American Auror, no better way to find out something about the Head Auror and his secretary than
to talk to his subordinates about it.

The minister stealthily made her way towards the training grounds of the aurors, she saw familiar
faces of the aurors that welcomed her a few hours ago, she was certain that the maroon uniforms
were the official uniforms while the black ones with silver linings meant trainees. So she decided
to talk to one of the aurors who donned a maroon uniform.

"Hey." She greeted the man nonchalantly. The man furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Oh, who
are you?" He asked, holding the handle of his wand carefully. She held up her hand in surrender,
"American Auror, Adrian Perkins." She lied smoothly, the man in front of him relaxed. "Seamus
Finnigan, what are you doing here?" He asked.

She cleared her throat, "Well, I was sent by the Minister." She said, the auror in front of her raised
a brow, "Yeah, and?" He asked again, clearly waiting.

"Well, uh, is the Senior Secretary, you know? Single?" She finally asked, Seamus' eyes widened,
"The Minister told you to ask that?" He said, she saw fear flash across the auror's eyes.

"Yeah, why? Uh, is there something wrong with my question?" She asked, confused. Suddenly, she
felt his hands curling against her elbow as the auror pulled her away from the public eyes.

"Tell the Minister not to get her hopes up, and tell her not to ask Mr. Malfoy in front of Director
Potter."

"Uh… why?"

"Do you want a war between the Britain and American Ministry?"

"No?"
"Then that's why!"

"I-I don't follow…" She said honestly, why would there be a war just because of a simple question?

Seamus rolled his eyes, "Mr. Malfoy is the Head Auror's wife! Director Potter will not think twice
on declaring a war if Mr. Malfoy is involved." He said, she smirked, I knew it but wait…

"They are not yet married though? I haven't heard news about the Chosen One's marriage." She
asked.

Seamus sighed in exasperation.

"Just tell your Minister not to do something stupid that will end our universe."

An hour later, all the aurors, senior to trainees, were seated at the large conference table with the
Head Auror, the Senior Secretary and the Minister.

She could see Seamus looking at her nervously.

Adrianna cleared her throat, "So, Mr. Malfoy… I was wondering…"

Seamus' eyes widened, she could see how he discreetly raised three fingers and made some sort of
signal. She furrowed her eyebrows, she could see all the auror's stances were tight, as if ready to
attack.

"What is it, Minister?" Draco asked politely, he was seated to the right side of Harry, their seats
touching distance.

She was about to ask the question when someone, they couldn't pinpoint who, shouted, "Cacaw!
Cacaw!"
Adrianna blinked at the sound that interrupted her, Harry furrowed his brows.

"Who was that?" He asked the aurors, they all shrugged, not meeting eye contact with the Head.

The Minister couldn't help but laugh mentally, the aurors were doing their best to stop her from
asking the "question" that may start war.

"Pardon the interruption, Minister. The aurors must be feeling a bit tired. What was your
question?" Draco asked, throwing a glare at every auror present. She could see that all of them
stiffened at the Secretary's stern glare.

"It's a personal question actually." She said, acting shy. She saw how the Head Auror stiffened, as
if he had the idea of the question, he shifted in his seat, putting an arm around the secretary's waist,
it was discreet but at the same time it shouted power and possession.

She smirked, she got the answer already, but she was having fun teasing the aurors.

"Fire away." Draco said politely, "Well, I see that you have nice skin, maybe you can share your
routine with me?" She finally asked, putting all the armed men and women out of their misery.

She cackled mentally at how the Head Auror relaxed and how the aurors sighed in relief,
Adrianna's hunches were never wrong and she couldn't wait to tell the Council of Magic back in
California about the Head Auror's gorgeous wife.

4:4 Harry Potter, Head Auror

Harry Potter is a reasonable man, he is also very patient and he definitely does not have anger
issues like what people has been saying behind his back. Harry Potter also trusts his subordinates,
he can trust them with his life, so surely he can trust them with loyalty to their Head, right?

Of course not.

That's exactly why Harry Potter, age 26, youngest Head Auror, is donning his invisibility cloak and
rushing towards the Auror's barracks to spy on his subordinates. Just so he can see who really is
loyal to him.

He definitely is reasonable .

The Head Auror inconspicuously pressed his back against the outside walls of the barracks before
pressing his palms against it, doing some handy wordless and wandless magic, the conversation
inside began filtering his ears.

"I am so tired, the trainees are getting better though." Dean said as he groaned and began popping
his joints. Penelope laughed, before looking at Goldstein, "How about you? How's your protege?"
She asked.

"Travers? Oh, still learning. But he's one of the top three trainees right now. The Head's wife was
right when he said that Travers would make a great auror." Anthony answered.

Wife? Head's wife? Since when did Harry get a wife?

"When is the Head's wife ever wrong though?" Neville chirped in, a collective yes were prompted,
agreeing that the 'wife' is never wrong.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, why were his men saying he had a wife?

"Anyways, the wife said Director Potter will meet us tomorrow at 9 am for morning training with
the trainees, I think he'll start selecting a few trainees for the leap program." Susan supplied for the
squad, “And no, Terry, we can not skip because if we do then the wife will have our head, he
expects us to be the proper Senior Auror Squad so Director Potter will get cross.” She added.

Harry was still confused, he remembered saying the directions to Draco, never to a wife, blimey, he
was single for all he knows! So why were his subordinates marrying him off? He pushed himself
off the wall and slipped off the invisibility cloak, shrunk it down, and put it inside his pocket. It’s
time to find out who the fuck is this wife they were talking about.

The Senior Aurors were minding their own business as they mentally prepared themselves for
tomorrow’s training with the Head Auror, don’t get them wrong, Director Potter is nice and really
a good mentor, he was patient and would go to lengths at teaching the trainees. But when he is in a
bad mood, and his wife was not there to soothe him, then believe these law enforcers when they
say that they’ll prefer fighting off another war than being in the same room, breathing the same air
as the Head Auror was.

To their surprise, the Head Auror burst through the barracks’ door, looking at them one by one.

“D-Director Potter!” Penelope stuttered out, “Is there a problem, sir?” She asked, backing away
from the powerful wizard. She sensed that she was not the only one who was surprised by the
man’s presence at their barracks.

“Oh, you know, just wanted to spy on you lot, see if you were talking bad about me behind my
back.” Harry drawled out, inspecting their expressions, “Then to my surprise, I hear that I have a
wife. And just who is this wife and why are you all marrying me off?” He finally asked, crossing
his arms over his chest.

Seamus gulped, Dean was sweating, Terry looks like he wants to puke his guts out, Anthony was
looking back and forth from Harry to the open window; contemplating if he could just throw
himself out the barracks, Neville looked like he was about to faint, Susan was red, and Penelope let
out a nervous chuckle.

“W-well, you see, Director-”

“No, I don’t see, that’s why I’m here asking you all.” Harry pointed out, his eyebrow raised as he
watched his subordinates shift from one foot to another. He heard a defeated ‘Oh, fuck it.’ from
Neville before the auror stepped up.

“The wife we refer to is Draco Malfoy, Director Potter. Not just to us aurors, but to the whole
Ministry of Magic, if not, the whole Wizarding World of Britain. Forgive us for assuming these
kinds of things but we are not daft-” Harry’s eyes twitched in annoyance at the word, He saw how
Terry elbowed the auror, but Neville was on a roll, so he continued, “And we are not blind towards
you feelings for each other. I will drop my formalities now, Harry. As my friend, please, for the
sake of Godric Gryffindor, just marry your Senior Secretary already! Put all of us out of misery
from both of your high key pinning! We’re always on the verge of panic attacks whenever Draco is
not around! Oh god, you even wanted to start a war! Just because Draco was late! He was just late
for Merlin’s sake!” Neville said in exasperation.

“Are you done, Neville?” Harry asked,

“No! I am not! How could the most powerful wizard be this daft even to his own feelings?! How
can you not see that you treat Draco as your other half, as your wife! Salazar, one of these days,
mark my words, I will have an aneurysm if you still don’t understand what I’m saying!” Neville
finally huffed.

Harry nodded, “Alright, thank you, Neville. I’ll see you all tomorrow for training.”

The Head Auror left without another word.

“Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick!” Neville shouted before wretching.

“Give him a bucket!”

“That’s a sock!”

“At least it will hold vomit!”

“Here it comes!”

“Really, Anthony? A plate?”

The next day, the Senior Aurors looked like they didn’t sleep a wink, Neville still looked like he
was about to puke his innards out. Draco walked to the field with Harry in front of him, the Head
Auror’s expression was neutral, like he masked himself from the emotions that he was feeling.

To all of their surprise, once the pair got to the middle of the field, the Head Auror dropped to one
knee and pulled out a box, the senior aurors looked like they were seeing a poltergiest.

“Draco Malfoy, would you do the honor of becoming this daft Head Auror’s wife?” Harry asked
with a small and gentle smile, showing his love for the man in front of him. Draco’s eyes widened,
his eyes filling with unshed tears.

“Well, Director Potter, I thought you’d never ask.” Draco said with a grin, “Yes, I’ll be your wife!”

The field erupted with cheers and shouts, finally, they didn’t have to call Draco Malfoy the Head
Auror’s wife in secret.

5:5 Draco Malfoy, Senior Secretary; “The Wife”

A month later, after a rushed wedding of the century, Draco Malfoy-Potter pranced into the
Ministry with a gold band on his ring finger. He was still the Head Auror’s Senior Secretary, even
if he was already appointed as a Senior Healer at St. Mungo’s, to which he was grateful for but
asked he could stretch the job and be an on-call healer instead, because there was no way,
absolutely no way in hell, would the Department of Magical Law Enforcement survive without
Draco.

He made his way to his husband’s office and began organizing the case files and notable new
enforcements, from the most urgent and needed attention to the least and small cases. Harry liked
his documents this way.

“Oh, Thank Merlin, you’re here Mr. Malfoy!” Bridget, a Junior Auror exclaimed, after bursting
into the room. Draco raised an elegant brow, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-It’s Director Potter, sir! H-He’s about to declare treason and war against the Bulgarian
Ministry!”

And that’s all it took for Draco to run through halls and rush towards the elevator, fuck the
ministry for having ‘Aurors only Apparating Law’, God how he despised that law.

He slammed the doors open to the conference room to see Harry Potter holding his wand against
Bulgaria’s Minister, the small in height but big in the abdomen man looked like he was about to
have his soul sucked out by the dementor.

“Harry Potter!” Draco snapped, sternly.

He saw how the room relaxed when the Senior Secretary arrived.

“Put your wand down, now.” Draco warned the Head Auror, Harry bared his teeth at the Minister,
“No, he called my secretary incompetent and lousy.” He snapped.
“Put your wand down, now.” Draco repeated, his voice going lower, threatening.

“No, I am the Head Auror and I will do as I want!”

“And I am your wife! So you listen to me you little supercilious obnoxious prat!”

Everyone stilled, they knew Harry was scary, but the Head Auror’s wife was scarier. The minister
paled, finally understanding why the Head Auror called treason and war after he insulted his
secretary. His wife was his secretary. He just insulted the most powerful man’s wife, shit, he was
going to be dead.

Harry relaxed, letting go of the MInister, but his glare was still there, ready to put him on fire if
Draco would just approve.

“Now, continue with the meeting. There is no treason and there will be no war on my watch. Harry,
my love, please stop threatening everyone who doesn’t know that your secretary is your wife with
war. It makes you look like you’re a bad person who is war hungry when you’re just a soft crup
who is protective of his wife.” Draco said gently.

What can Draco say? He can’t beat these people at calling him Harry Potter’s wife, so he’ll just
own the title and slay as the Head Auror’s wife.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

The response to this fic is overwhelming! And I felt so happy with all the comments
and all the edits I saw on tiktok! It's so amazing for a small author like me to have a
story that's well liked and widely talked about and even recommended! ;_;
*emotionally cries*

That's why I've decided to make this fic a multi-chaptered one! <333 Just a small
appreciation gift to all the lovely readers and editors I have met!

I would love to hear your thoughts and comments about this part. I'm really excited if I
could gain more drarry friends / mutuals since I really want to expand my circle. :))

Enjoy this story guys! <333

You can catch me on tiktok for more drarry content: @saratinearchive_ ⚡

- jels.

6.6 Ethan Travers, Newly Promoted Senior Auror

"They're fighting!" Anthony shouts as he runs to the training field where all the senior aurors are.
Neville's hand stops in mid air as he was about to swing a sword -yes, a sword, because the Head
Auror felt like they needed to learn non-magic defenses as well.- at Seamus who also wielded a
sword.

"Probably another petty fight." Dean waved off as he was working on some spellwork with Terry
Boot, Susan Bones and Penelope Clearwater.

"Yeah, we don't want to get in the middle of those, remember the last time?" Katie Bell reminds
them as she stopped blocking the newly appointed Senior Auror, Ethan Travers.

They all shuddered when they remembered how a fellow auror, Colin Creevey, decided to raise his
wand at Draco Malfoy-Potter when the said blonde threatened to Avada Kedavra the Head Auror's
ass.

"Why are you all shuddering? Is… is he dead?" Ethan suddenly asks with wide eyes, aware that he
had seen one to many of those petty fights and arguments between the Head Auror and the feisty
Senior Secretary famously known as Harry Potter's wife.

"Well, last I heard he was sent to the Forbidden Forest every Monday through Thursday to wait for
another Dark Lord. And he spends his Fridays opening and reading fan mail for Gilderoy
Lockhart." Susan says, looking horrified.

"Director Potter wanted to send him to Azkaban." Penelope adds, "But Secretary Malfoy-Potter
didn't agree with it so they both argued until they both came to an agreement that met in the
middle." She finishes, flicking her wand to make a small fire, before flicking it back to put out the
fire.

Anthony stomps his foot petulantly, "But this - this is not one of those fights! Healer Travers
scurried out of the Head Auror's office with Secretary Malfoy-Potter after a shouting match that
reached even the Department of Mysteries! Some say they saw Director Potter, in a fit of rage, turn
his own hair into flames. " He finishes with even more wide eyes, this was what they feared, it was
coming! The fall of DMLE !

Neville sighs gently as he puts down the sword, he is not calm. He was actually panicking at the
possible outcome if Anthony was right that Director Potter and his wife had a big and real fight.
But someone needed to have a level-head right now, panicking won't help them.

"I'll go check on Director Potter, gauge what the situation is." Neville says as he pats Anthony on
the shoulder.

" Brave man, that he is. " Seamus salutes to the auror who had left the grounds.

Ethan looks at Dean, "W-what if they really fought this time?" He asks the older man, fear and
trepidation surfacing in his body.

Dean clamps Ethan's shoulder, the young auror was just promoted into their squad for roughly 3
months after a year of training. It was such a sad sight for a motivated and strong spirit such as
Ethan to be in the aurors for such a short period of time.

"Then, help us God."

Ethan could only look at the Senior Auror with understanding, a real fight between the Head Auror
and his wife was not something the wizarding world was prepared for.

"Back to training!" Seamus yelled at the other Senior Aurors wanting to have something to do to
pass the time while they waited for their fellow Senior Auror, Neville.

It was over thirty tremendous minutes when Neville came back, in a very bad state. His Auror
robes were ripped in the oddest places, half of his hair was gone and was… was that blood on his
face?

The Senior Aurors began crowding him, helping him the best they could.

"It's the end." Neville finally whimpers out.

Anthony widens his eyes after casting a growing hair charm on Neville, "T-They're really
fighting?" He asks with wide eyes filled with fear.

Neville nods, defeated.

And the whole Senior Aurors squad fled into a manic state, Ethan just looked up at the sky,
praying that the DMLE could get through this without starting any wars or getting anyone sent to
Azkaban, or worse, get killed.

God, those two men really need to sort out their priorities.

Ethan walked through the walls of the Ministry with trepidation seeping through his skin, his twin,
Evan had sent him a patronus to meet at the DMLE's floor, he left his Seniors at the quad where
they were all trying to figure out how they can fix up the two powerful men; Director Potter and
Secretary Malfoy-Potter, before anything gets out of hand.

"Draco Malfoy-Potter, Open this fucking door right now!"

Ethan flinched when he heard Director Potter's booming voice once he stepped his foot at their
department, he could see trainees, secretaries, under secretaries running away from the scene.

The scene where Harry Potter stood in front of a heavily warded unused office, his face contorted
in rage.

"Go away, fucktwat!" Ethan heard Mr. Malfoy-Potter scream back.

"NO! Open this fucking door!"

"No!"

"Merlin help me, I will tear this door down!"

Ethan didn't have a doubt that the powerful man could, but he could see the indecision on the Head
Auror's expression.

"No, you won't!" The secretary yelled back, threatening. The Head Auror cowered back but let out
an angry huff.

" Fine! Have it your way!" Director Potter snarled before he harshly turned away from the door
and stomped off to his office, the door slamming hard and loud, the DMLE's walls shook from the
Head Auror's raging magic.

Ethan, with his hopes and dreams on his shoulders, trudged towards the door where his Head stood
a few seconds ago before knocking shakily.

"Secretary P-Potter? It's Ethan, Evan s -sent me a patronus." He says, scared. Scared for his life,
because he knew Mr. Malfoy-Potter was scary when he was angry. And based on the shouting he
had witnessed, Mr. Malfoy-Potter was livid.

He heard the soft click of the lock and the wards being put down before the door opened slightly, a
hand grasping his robes, as he was violently pulled into the office.
Ethan stumbled in, the hand that grabbed him was his twin, Evan, who looks like he had seen
much worse than what Ethan had saw.

Draco Malfoy-Potter sat casually on the plush chair, his legs cross elegantly as he had a sneer? Or
was that a scowl on his beautiful face.

"You are to spy on Potter for me."

Ethan stiffened.

"S -sir?" Ethan squeaked out.

Did the secretary just ask him to spy on his Department Head? The man who could take away his
auror dreams away in a snap of a finger? The man who could kill him or get him to rot in
Azkaban?

Evan widened his eyes at his twin before elbowing him harshly.

"I-I meant, h-he's your husband sir." Ethan carefully argues at the blonde man who stared at him
emotionlessly.

Mr. Malfoy-Potter straightened his back as he looked at Ethan, Ethan could feel those dark eyes
boring through his soul. His knees were shaking, and his toes were curled against his boots. He
was so close to peeing his pants.

"Not when he's being a secretive arsehole who keeps secrets from his own wife, he isn't." Mr.
Malfoy-Potter snarls, his perfect white teeth, bared in defense.

Ethan widened his eyes.

Evan leant closer to his twin before whispering, "Healer Potter thinks Director Potter is cheating on
him."
Ethan was floored.

He couldn't see their Director ever cheating on the man in front of him.

"I don't think, I know he is." Mr. Malfoy-Potter says, his voice laced with anger and insecurity.

"I-I apologize, Mr. Potter, this might sound like I am taking my Director's side, but I am not, but I
think… no, I know that the Director is far too bessoted for you to even think about cheating on
you." Ethan says shakily, his eyes were tearing up from the fear that enveloped his body as the
man in front of him glared at him.

The blonde lets out a grunt.

"Then, if he is not cheating on me, why the missed dinner dates? Why the longer training hours,
when I know that you lot aren't even training ? Why does he have romantic restaurant bills on his
financial statements when he has not even taken me to any single dinner dates ?" Mr. Malfoy-
Potter asks Ethan with wide eyes brimming with tears, every word punctuated and emphasized.

Holy shit.

Was the Director really cheating on him?

"I-I don't know sir…" He says, he looks down, unsure if he wanted to help the man in front of him.

"You are loyal to Director Potter, aren't you?"

Ethan looks up at the blonde again, he nods at the question.

"Yes, I am sir."

"Then you should be loyal to his wife as well."

Ethan's heart thump at what the blonde dropped. Mr. Malfoy-Potter was right, he should be loyal
to the man in front of him too.

"I just… I just want to see if he's really cheating, Ethan. Just help me this one time and I will
forever be in your debt."

Mr. Malfoy-Potter was known to be prideful, he was known to be haughty and stroppy, so seeing a
powerful man, asking Ethan, a lowly Auror, for a favor that might change their relationship
forever, was a big thing for the Auror.

"Consider me your spy, Mr. Potter." Ethan says, determined.

The blonde cracks a smile, the first smile Ethan has seen since he stepped into the room.

He hears Evan sigh in relief.

"Thank you, Ethan."

Ethan closes his eyes, hoping he made the right decision.

It was day one since the big fight between the Head Auror and his secretary broke out, everyone in
the building avoided the Head Auror who looked like he was on the road to be the next Dark Lord.
The Aurors were on the edge, they were being sent to stimulate war between other ministries,
wizards of non-ministry work were scared to step foot in the Ministry, hell, even Ministry workers
didn't want to go to work.

Ethan shivered at the coolness of Director Potter's office, the Head Auror was sat heavily on his
chair, scowling as he looked at the papers which looked like mission reports, before wandlessly
and wordlessly setting it on fire. The Senior Auror could only flinch.
"So, why are you here, Auror Travers?" Director Potter drawls out, staring the auror down with his
sharp, calculating green eyes. Ethan shifted on his foot.

"E-everyone seems busy, Director Potter. I wanted to k-know if you n-needed a hand on a-
anything." Ethan stuttered out, the room's temperature went even lower, his breath was beginning
to form huffs of smoke. He felt like he could never be happy again as the coolness of the room
affected his magic.

He feels like there was a dementor in the room. But there wasn't, just a magically powerful man
who looked like he was about to lose his shit anytime now.

"Can you get Draco to talk to me?" Harry snaps out, Travers stiffened, the Head Auror doesn't
know that he and the secretary had an agreement.

"I-I haven't been able to t-talk to him, Director Potter." He squeaks out.

Harry raises a brow.

"He's with your twin . Surely, there's a way for me to talk to my wife. " The Head Auror spits out,
Ethan feels like he is going to die, slowly, painfully, and surely, dreadfully.

"I-I will try to talk to Evan, Director. B-But I can't promise anything."

Director Potter looks at him, as if trying to unmask him, discover anything about him.

Ethan feels his thighs shake. His palms were sweating despite the cold air. He felt his lunch
desperately climbing up his esophagus, dying to come out.

"Good. If you get Draco to talk to me, consider yourself a Squad Leader for the upcoming Senior
Aurors."

Ethan's eyes widened.

"D-director—"

" If you get my wife to talk to me, we'll make all your auror dreams come true. Don't fail me,
Travers. I know your loyalty." The head auror finally says before waving him off. Ethan doesn't
stay in the room any longer, he runs out and lunges straight for the door to see Neville and all of
the Senior Auror Squad in a comical straight line, all their backs pressed against the wall.

"Our brave Ethan! How did it go?" Anthony wails out as he checks Ethan for injuries.

Ethan was shaking. Before he faints.

They all shout and yell and panic.

It was the second day of Director Potter and Secretary Malfoy-Potter's war, the Ministry was
falling apart, Kingsley table was filled with letters asking why Britain's Aurors were waging wars
with them, it made the Minister sink down to his seat.

Ethan and the other Senior Auror's look defeated as they watch the Minister's expression.

"And, where is Mr. Potter now?" Kingsley asks, he stands up, and smooths down his robes.

"He's at the Malfoy Manor, Minister. He won't talk to anyone." Susan says, her eyes were
bloodshot from crying, she could feel that the impending war getting nearer and nearer each day
that passes without the Head Auror's wife soothing the hotheaded man.

"And there is no knowledge of what they have fought about?" The Minister asks.

Ethan stiffens but keeps his mouth shut. He knows his loyalty.

They all shook their heads.

Suddenly, Anthony broke down on his knees.

"I don't want to die a virgin, Minister."

The other aurors followed in suit,

"I still want to have a child, Minister."

"I want to marry Theodore Nott, Minister."

"Neville, you are married to Theo." Katie suddenly interrupts.

Neville looks up from his kneeling.

"Oh, right. Then I can die peacefully already then."

Minister sighs, "No one is going to die." He pauses, " yet."

The senior aurors wail.

Ethan just looks at them, determined to figure out if Director Potter was really cheating on Mr.
Malfoy-Potter.

Today marks the third day of Director Potter and Secretary Malfoy-Potter's alleged fallout. It was
much worse now, the Head Auror was on a strop, wreaking havoc on all departments, finding
something to destroy then repair. It was making the Unspeakables on the edge as the Head Auror
almost reducto'd an ancient artifact that had sever dark magic and would cause an uproar for the
whole ministry.
The Head Auror even shunned his best mates out, Hermione Granger huffed in annoyance when
she came out of the office jinxed to have a beak of a hippogriff instead of a mouth. Ron Weasley on
the other hand, crawled out of the office, being transformed into a human slug.

Ethan was now determined, this had gone on for too long , he'll just ask the Head Auror straight
up!

He was a Gryffindor! He had bravery!

He could do this!

He most definitely could not do this.

He thinks as he tears up in front of the Head Auror. In his pocket was charmed coin, how the Head
Auror doesn't notice this goes beyond the Senior Auror's beliefs, but bloody hell, Director Potter
looks like shite!

And he was saying this to be polite.

The charmed coin vibrated in his pocket, a sign that Mr. Malfoy-Potter was already listening to the
conversation.

"D-Director Potter." He finally gets that bravery he has been looking for.

The Head Auror looks up, his eyes tired, he looks like he hasn't eaten in days. Ethan's heart
clenched, seriously, this man could never cheat on Mr. Malfoy-Potter.

"What is it, Ethan?" He asks tiredly, "Have you finally asked your twin if I could finally speak to
my wife?" He adds.
Ethan clears his throat.

"I haven't, S-Sir. But, I-I have a question."

Harry Potter raises a brow.

"Are you cheating on Mr. Malfoy-Potter, sir?" Ethan asks in one breath, Director Potter's eyes
widen.

"Are you accusing me of cheating on my perfect and beautiful wife?" Director Potter seethed.

Ethan prays he won't die today as he takes his last ounce of bravery for the greater good.

"Then, Director Potter, Sir! Why the missed dinner dates? Why did you tell Mr. Malfoy-Potter that
we were training when clearly we haven't seen even the tip of your shadow during training? And
why do you have fancy dinner dates on your financial statements from Gringotts when you haven't
taken Mr. Malfoy-Potter out on a single date?" Ethan finally vomits out.

A minute passed.

Did Ethan die?

"How do you know this?" Director Potter asks again. Holy shit, he's not denying it?! Ethan
mentally panics! Was his Head really cheating?!

"I— I"

"You have spoken to Draco , haven't you?" Director Potter acusses. Ethan whimpers as he cowers
down when the Head Auror stands up to his full towering height of 6'2.

Ethan yelps when he levitates off the ground.

" I have missed dinner dates because I was planning on surprising Draco for our Anniversary. I
have secretly met up with Narcissa and Lucius for the past month to locate a villa in Paris to
purchase it as a gift. I have been going back and forth to London and Paris to make sure that the
Villas renovations go as Draco's liking. And I have been paying for Lucius and Narcissa's dinner
dates as a sign of gratitude for their help. Does that answer your suspicions, Draco?" The Head
Auror finally snaps.

Ethan's eyes widened, the coin in his pocket whizzed out of its confines and whisked through the
air into the Head Auror's palm.

He hears Draco Malfoy-Potter sob from the coin.

"Is this why you haven't talked to me, Darling? Because you thought I was cheating?" Director
Potter asks the charmed coin.

A sob.

"I'm sorry, Director Potter but I think you need to come here and talk to Healer Potter in person. He
has already lowered the wards." Evan's voice replied.

Director Potter gives a sharp, "I'll be there."

He levitates Ethan back to ground as he tosses the coin back to him.

This is it.

Insubordination!

Instead of being Avada Kedavra'd, Ethan felt the heavy palm of his Head on his shoulder.

"Good man, remember that as my Auror, your loyalty is not to me. But to my wife. I trust you now,
m'boy. We'll talk about the Senior Squad Leader position when we get back from Paris. Tell
Longbottom to call off all the wars and send out apology letters and give Kingsley a fruit basket, I
might have driven him to become a bag of ferrets." The Head Auror says before he apparates away
from the Ministry.

Ethan throws up.

The next day, the ministry was at peace again as Kingsley bit into an apple that was sent by the
Head Auror and his wife as an apology for stimulating three wars in three days.
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone!

Just a short chapter for today's update. I've been busy these days due to work and stuff
so I couldn't lengthen this update. I'll do a longer update next time, probably Narcissa's
and Ron's perspective? Idk yet.

Semi-beta-d by sunseeker on Lucius' part!

Thank you darling!

Also, oh my gosh guys! The edits on tiktok are drowning me! Please don't forget to tag
me so I can appreciate them. :'))) I love you guys sm!!!

I hope you like this mini update!

Anyways, on with the story!!!

-jels ⚡

7.7 Lucius Malfoy, Father of the Wife

Lucius Malfoy has grown mentally and emotionally after the war. A taste of Azkaban would do
that to a person. Besides, he was acquitted due to the words of a certain scarhead that Lucius, even
after years of being mentally thankful, still loathe and despise.

Well, loathe and despise are two entirely big things but he was never close to the speccy git, they
were civil, yes , and he had invited the boy to every Malfoy fundraising event for all war victims
they had held ever since he took the position of the Head Auror in a ripe age of 24. And not to
mention that he owes this boy his family's life, so he had strong conflicting emotions over the boy.

But what cemented his eternal hate and despise for the boy was when his only son, the heir to the
Malfoy fortune, took him home to the manor, to be introduced as Draco's fiance! Lucius did not
scream that night, he did however casted the strongest silencing charm he knew on himself before
he wailed out and threw the largest tantrum he could ever throw.

How could he condone this?! His son! Draco Lucius Malfoy was to be wed to— to Harry fucking
Potter. He could see Severus looking at him from Wizarding heaven, mocking him, telling him, I
told you so, Lucius, yet you didn't listen.
But, his son seemed happy. Happier . And his wife, his wife on the other hand, was ecstatic! Like it
was normal for a son to bring home another man and declare that man to be his husband! They
didn't even go through proper courting rituals for salazar's sake!

How— how would they even make love? Lucius stops at that thought, clearly it was disgusting and
he didn't want indecent thoughts about two males, one of them his son, procreating. It was a
mental image he did not want to create.

He spoke too soon when Draco and Harry Potter decided to spend the night at the manor, to get
acquainted with each other, as his son had said. It became unnerving to see his son do what
Narcissa does for him. It was in pureblood wife tradition that the wife would not take a bite of her
dinner until the husband had first bite. And that— you motherfuckers — was what Draco did as
they started dinner.

Lucius was aghast as he watched his son patiently wait for Potter to take a bite of his meal, before ,
he gracefully started eating as well.

Everything went downhill from there. (For Lucius.)

Lucius awoke from the sudden urge to drink tea, he looked at the muggle clock to see that it was 3
o'clock in the morning. He stretches before he leisurely goes through the hallways and through the
kitchens of Malfoy Manor, he was about to turn on the lights when he heard a squeak.

He squinted his eyes when his sight landed on two males, one of them was seated on the kitchen
countertop, his italian marble kitchen countertops, while the other was situated in between the
other's widely opened legs.

Lucius was so close to a heart attack as he finally figured out that it was his son who had widely
opened legs. And that it was Harry fucking Potter in between them.

Lucius grips the doorframe to steady himself, maybe he could throw one unforgivable at Harry
Potter?

Just one!
For his pride and sanity!

The wedding was beautiful and discreet, only the Quibbler and Witch Weekly were allowed to
cover the wedding. Lucius was actually impressed, it was grand, elegant, yet not overly so. It was
themed of Gold and Silver, clashing colors but it made sense.

Harry Potter clashed with Draco Malfoy.

Yet they made it work.

Lucius saw Potter's Senior Aurors, patrolling the grounds of Malfoy Manor, the scarhead had put
up multiple wards to ensure that no one within the guest list will be able to enter the vicinity.

"Finally! The wife is officially the wife now!" An Auror wailed, just as he passed the hidden
Lucius who was taking a breather from the small reception. Lucius' eye twitched in annoyance.
Wife?! Did… did they just?

"I believe we're now free to call Secretary Malfoy the wife in public now!" Another Auror agreed
in glee.

The Malfoy Senior swallowed, he had not known that the scarhead was his son's partner until the
day they arrived at the manor to announce their engagement. So forgive him for not being elated to
have his only son be called a wife. A clear title for a woman. And his son , as he knew, was a man.

Did Draco even know this? That he was called a wife by everyone around them?

Surely, Draco would not enjoy being entitled as a woman?

Lucius sighs, he needs more wine. Preferably 10 more bottles.

His heir took Harry fucking Potter's last name.

Lucius was livid.

"Are you seriously taking his last name, Draco?!" Lucius yells in frustration. Draco stood his
ground, crossed his arms, and stuck his nose in the air.

"Draco Potter sounds positively wonderful, Father." Draco argues. Lucius looks at him like he had
three heads.

Narcissa prances in.

"It does sound magnificent, Darling." She agrees as she takes a seat on the settee by the fireplace.

Lucius gasps, his wife?! His own wife!!!

"Narcissa!" Lucius reprimands. Narcissa raises a brow at her husband, staring him down.

"I do not see anything wrong with Draco taking his husband's name." Narcissa presses.

"Have you forgotten that your son is a male?"

"And so is darling Harry!"

"Then why should Draco be the one to take Scarhead's last name?!" Lucius shouts in exasperation,
his eyes wide.

"D-did you just call my husband, scarhead?!" Draco shrieks in annoyance, petulantly crossing his
arms and raising a fine brow at the Malfoy Senior.
Narcissa sighs in a very annoyed way, almost unlady like. What can she say? Lucius brings out the
worst in her.

" Because, my darling Husband, if you haven't gotten this through your thick skull, Draco is the
wife ." Narcissa jabs at her husband, her tone threatening and low, urging and challenging Lucius
to make one single tiny mistake.

Lucius swallows, he is smart, he sneers, weakly.

"A man can't be a wife." Lucius argues for the nth time.

"And you, my dear husband, are a sexist. " Narcissa hisses.

Draco smirks at his mom.

"I-I beg your pardon?!" Lucius questions.

"Do not stereotype the term wife only for women, anyone, any gender, any sex, can be a wife.
Maybe your pureblood traits are finally perforating your brain? If you have a brain." Narcissa
sassed, before standing up haughtily, back straight and nose in the air.

Lucius just gapes.

"Come on, Draco. I'll give you more tips on how to be a well mannered and cultured wife."
Narcissa quips at her son.

Draco smiles and inclines his head at his mother.

"Of course, mother. Please excuse us, Father." Draco politely bids a goodbye to his stupefied
Father as he crooks an arm out for his Mother to take.

"I say, Mother, the way you put Father in his place is majestic! Teach me so I shall have an idea on
how to treat Harry whenever he disagrees with me." Draco comments.
Lucius once again gapes.

"Why of course, darling! Just because we are prim and proper wives doesn't mean we can not be
entitled to our own opinions. I shall teach you everything I know!" Narcissa says with glee, happy
and excited.

"You, you have to be kidding me?!" Lucius exclaims with an exasperated look on his face.

"Do I look like I am kidding, Lucius?" Narcissa asks as she whips her eyes back at her husband.

Lucius Malfoy sputters.

"Narcissa!" Lucius argues, again.

Narcissa glowers at her husband before repeating her words, slowly, and much more emphasized
than her first statement, "Do I look like I am kidding, Lucius?"

Lucius stiffens at the tone.

Draco looks in awe.

Narcissa turns back to her son, "If repeating yourself again, slower the first time doesn't work, then
do the best weapon a wife can use."

Draco blinks at his Mother, "and what is that weapon, Mother?"

Narcissa grins wickedly.

"Tears."
8.8 Evan Travers, Healer in Training

Evan Travers was a good healer in training , he works under a proficient on-call senior healer,
Healer Draco Malfoy-Potter, the Head Auror's Wife. Healer Potter is a passionate healer, he's not
traditional and he does not follow the books. He twists his way into a jinx then reverses it
flawlessly. Evan idolizes the man.

But, the man was scary . Downright frightening. Especially when it came to his husband, Harry
Potter. Evan has seen so many things that scared him, but nothing tops how a beautiful man like
the Senior Healer - slash - Head Auror Senior Secretary - slash - Wife - could reduce the most
powerful Wizard into a puddle of whipped husband culture.

"Evan."

"Yes, Healer Potter?" Evan asks tentatively as he sees his Senior reply to a letter from Ronald
Weasley, the Head of Magical Games and Sports, the owl, Pig, flies off to the Ministry.

"Can you clear my schedule tomorrow? If anyone asks for me, tell them you are my apprentice.
That you can heal them like I can." Healer Potter says, as if healing someone was just a walk at
Diagon Alley.

Evan blinks rapidly.

"Please accept my sincerest apologies, Healer Potter. But I do not think I am not as capable as you
are." Evan reasons out.

"Are you saying that I am wrong ?" Healer Potter asks, raising a fine brow.

Retreat! Retreat!

"I— well…"
Evan couldn't continue his sentence as they were graced by the Head Auror fuming as he slammed
Healer Potter's office door open.

Evan widened his eyes, this was not good. He gulps, trying to conceal his shaking as the wizard
with intense green eyes stared down his calm Senior.

"Draco Malfoy Potter." The Head Auror seethes.

Healer Potter doesn't even flinch.

"Do you have an appointment, Director Potter?" Healer Potter asks, flicking his hair over his
shoulder, haughtily.

Evan cowered at the corner of the office, he did not want to be caught in between these two. Last
time he was caught in between, Director Potter had somehow hexed him to have the face of a cat.
He had the urge to spit out hairballs for 2 weeks before Healer Potter could devise a countercurse.

Evan shudders at the memory.

"Ron informed me that you were joining him in Bulgaria to meet up with Victor Krum. " Head
Auror says, his robes billowed behind him as he saunters into the room, before he looks at the
Senior Healer again, "And I don't need an appointment, I am your husband."

Healer Potter sniffs.

"Yes, I am going to Bulgaria with Ronald." The Senior Healer supplies.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Healer Potter asks incredulously.

Harry Potter crosses his arms, his foot impatiently tapping against the marble tiles of Healer
Potter's office.

" Why are you going without telling me?" Director Potter snaps.

" Fine, I would like to go with Ronald to Bulgaria to meet Victor and the other Bulgarian players."
Healer Potter says politely but the sneer on his pale face told a different story.

Director Potter smirks, " No ."

Evan flinches even more when the Senior Healer raises a brow as he stands up from his chair
behind the polished mandrake wood table. War is coming.

"Oh, No?" Healer Potter asks, walking slowly towards the Head Auror.

"No." Director Potter says in a firm tone, not faltering as the Senior Healer stops right in front of
him.

The Senior Healer smirks.

"I want to go to Bulgaria with Ronald, Harry." Healer Potter tries again.

" Well, it sucks for you, because you can't have everything you want. Because the answer is still
no. " Director Potter defies the man instantly.

Evan thinks that the Head Auror was a brave man, he really did, but right now, the bravery the
Head Auror had was just plain stupidity.

"I want to go to Bulgaria with Ronald, Harry." Healer Potter repeats, his voice shaky now as he
lowers his head.

Director Potter falters, his fists clenching.

"Dragon, No." Harry Potter quips, but it was empty no, weaker than his other defiance.

Senior Healer Potter sobs.

Director Potter panics.

Evan Travers is both amused and terrified.

"I want…" sobs , "to go to," sobs, "Bulgaria with," sobs, "Ronald." Senior Healer Potter sobs out,
Director Potter retreats.

"Shuush, hey, hey, okay. Okay, you can go . No more tears. Please. Don't cry. I'll tell Ron I
allowed you to go." Director Potter coaxes the crying man.

"No," sobs, " If you don't want me to," sobs, "go, I will not go." Healer Potter sobs out again.

"No, it's okay. You can go. I'll set up your portkey."

"O-Okay, if—if you say so."

"Yes, okay. Now stop crying. I'll head on over to the Ministry to book your portkey. I'll see you at
home later. Please, don't cry." The Head Auror gently says as he wipes away the tears off of the
Senior Healer's cheeks.

Senior Healer Potter sniffs.

" Okay, thank you." He says softly, "I love you."

Director Potter smiles.

"I love you too, darling." And he disapparates to the Ministry.

Evan released a breath he had been holding but stops his breathing again as he sees a wicked smile
of the Senior Healer's lips.

Draco Malfoy Potter wipes away the tears, smirks, and straightens his back before looking straight
at Evan.

" That is how you control a man."

Evan is sincerely petrified of his Senior Healer.

Narcissa smiles when she receives a letter from Draco, it was short and concise, but Narcissa
couldn't be anymore proud.

Mother,

I have applied your initial teachings, tears do really have an effect on the husbands. Harry is a
putty in my hands.

We shall have tea this weekend and would you kindly teach me more of your ways?

Sincerely,

Draco.

Narcissa smirks, Draco surely is the wife .

 Chapter 4
Chapter Summary

Ron and Draco finally goes to the Quidditch Cup. Everything will go fine right? Of
course it wouldn't. Not when Harry has his Senior Auror squad tailing Draco.

Chapter Notes

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9.9 Ronald Weasley, Head of Magical Games and Sports

Ronald Weasley is skeptical.

He watches Draco Malfoy Potter saunter through the World Quidditch Cup without any worry,
unbeknownst to him that he is an important person in the Ministry of Magic.

Ronald Weasley is still skeptical. Had Harry really let his husband leave without any Aurors with
him? As if being proven wrong, he catches the sight of Neville Longbottom trailing behind them,
disguised in disgusting and out of fashion grandfather clothes. He darts his eyes to the left and
spots Anthony Goldstein disguised as a bet collector. He hears a familiar laughing to his right and
sees Dean and Seamus dressed as an old couple enjoying a cup of magical ice cream.

Of fucking course Harry did not.

Ron smirks, Draco didn't like being followed nor protected even if it was really needed because of
the numerous threats on his life ever since the two men launched their marriage out into the public.
Ron can still remember the time a dark wizard named Darth Bubbles entrapped Draco into a "
formidable" lair disguised as a sweet shop.

Leave it to Draco to be kidnapped because of sweets, the man has an astonishing love for anything
sugar.

The amount of mayhem that went forth the moment Harry figured out that Draco was kidnapped
was perturbing. Ron remembers it like it was yesterday as Auror beings sent to every corner of the
wizarding world flashes in his memory. Not to mention the persuasion of Harry to involve other
ministries outside Britain, which included the Minister of America, Adrianna Prewett, who turned
out to be a good friend to Draco after her visit to the Ministry of Magic.

A cacophony of loud and boisterous laughter disrupted Ron's musings as he watched the Quidditch
World Cup goers laugh their hearts out with each other. Draco walked ahead of him with an air of
elegance and confidence the man didn't even notice he had. It made heads turn, men were looking,
women were admiring, hell, even kids were looking at him in awe.

Ron laughed internally, if Harry would have been with them, he would be on the verge of
annihilating everyone here.

"Ron, should we look around the snacks area before we head on over to the Minister's box?" Draco
drawls out as he waits for Ron to reach his side. Ron nods in agreement, patting his stomach.

"Yeah, I need some fill before the match, I can't believe that Krum is playing again!" Ron says
with excitement. Draco scoffs, "I do not see why you idolize Krum. He's just a decent seeker."

Ron’s jaw dropped in disbelief..

" Decent?! He is the world's greatest seeker!" The ginger argues as they voyage out to the stalls of
food vendors.
Draco had the audacity to roll his eyes.

"Well, he's lucky my husband is not in the play then." Draco says haughtily as he goes straight to
the sugar quills and chocolate stalls.

Ron scowls, he hates it when Draco was right.

"Psst! Ron! Ron!"

Ron snaps his head towards Neville who was busying himself with a slice of kidney pie.

"What do you want, Nev?" Ron asks as he approaches the man.

"Shhh! Don't come near me, act as if you don't know me." Neville stops Ron from coming near
him with panic. "We don't want the wife to figure out he's being followed. We might die in his
hands before we die again in the Head Auror's."

Ron rolls his eyes.

"You do know that your disguise sucks right?"

Nevilles gasps, clearly affronted. "I resent that!" He snaps at Ron. "But anyways, can you keep
quidditch players away from the wife? You'll make our job easier."

"Why would I do that? What's in it for me?" Ron asks as he smirks at Neville. He sees Goldstein
situated a few meters away from Draco who was distracted as he munched on his sugar quill, Dean
and Seamus much closer, both had eyes on the wife, before darting their eyes around the area,
checking for any danger or quidditch players.

"Harry's being ridiculous again, why does he have his senior auror squad watching over his wife to
shoo away quidditch players? " Ron asks as he lets his eyes stay on Draco, not wanting the man
out of his sight.
Neville sighs, "You know how Director Potter is." He reasons.

Ron sighs and pats Neville on the shoulders, still unsure on how to help the Auror squad but he’ll
do what he can. This squad has been through so much already, they needed a break from all the
drama between Harry and Draco.

“I’ll do what I can, but I can’t promise you anything.” Ron says grimly, Neville beams at him.

“Thanks, mate. I will name my first born after you.” Neville says in appreciation. Ron grimaces.

“I appreciate it, but please don’t.” Ron replies, before walking away from the Auror. Resuming his
spot besides Draco who was now on his second sugar quill.

“Where were you?” Draco drawls out, holding a paper bag filled with food and sweets. Ron
pointed towards an old couple.

“They had some questions, I had to help them.” The ginger reasons out. Draco only scoffed.

“How Gryffindor of you.”

“Oh, thanks, Malfoy.” Ron says with a grin as they began walking towards the Quidditch Arena.
Draco rolled his eyes.

“It’s not meant to be a compliment.” Draco says, Ron scoffs, “Excuse me but you married a
Gryffindor.” Ron points out. Draco nods.

“True, and I’m still thinking if I made the right decision everyday.” Draco says in fake sadness.
Ron snorts, “Please, you’re both mental over each other.”

“It’s just Harry. He’s mental over me.” Draco says with pride, a smug smirk on his pink painted
lips. The ginger gags in a teasing manner, “‘Course he is, Malfoy.” He agrees.
“I mean, can you blame him, Weasley? I mean look at me. I’m gorgeous.” Draco says, flipping his
hair over his shoulders. Ron rolls his eyes, he’s been friends with Draco long enough to be immune
to his smugness about his looks.

“Weasley! Malfoy!”

Ron raises a brow when he hears someone call out for him and Draco. He turns to see a new player
for Bulgaria with Victor Krum. Ron grins when he sees the Bulgarian seeker, ecstatic to meet him
again after years of losing contact. The other man, though, looked nervous and stifled.

“Krum.” Draco drawls out, taking the outstretched hand of the seeker. Viktor grins, gripping the
blonde’s hand tightly.

“Good to see you here, Malfoy. How did you manage to get away without Potter?” Viktor asks
teasingly, his voice thick with his accent before turning towards Ron, “Pleased to see you here,
Weasley.” He says acknowledging the ginger.

“I am very much capable of being away from Harry, Krum. I do not appreciate the insinuation.”
Draco huffs, turning his head away, nose sticking up in the air as he crossed his arms in haughty
stance. Ron snorted.

“Last time you went out alone, you got kidnapped.” Ron pointed out.

“It was one time!” Draco argues.

“Potter had to call out reinforcements.” Krum pointed out.

Draco rolls his eyes before finally seeing the new player beside Krum.

“Oh, and you are?” Draco asks the tall and bulky man. The man flushed an endearing shade of red
before grinning sheepishly.

“I am Stefan Abernathy, Mr. Malfoy. I’ve heard great things about your beauty and power.” Stefan
says with a smile, before taking Draco’s hand, slowly pulling it to his mouth for a chaste and
innocent kiss when someone from the crowd shouted, ‘ FIRE! FIRE! ’

Draco’s eyes widened, taking his hand away from the flustered Bulgarian while Ron just looked
tired and weary of everything that was happening. Ron shot a look at the man who shouted, it was
Dean.

“Never mind! It was just a performer!” Dean shouts back, the people that were in a panic state,
glared at him before calmly entering the quidditch arena. Dean shot a look at Ron that screamed, ‘I
thought you were helping us!’ Ron just cleared his throat before putting an arm around Draco,
which was easy, considering that Draco was shorter than him.

“Now, since we’ve been introduced, should we go inside? I know that you both will need to warm
up before the match.” Ron says with a fake smile, Draco furrows his brows at the Weasley but
brushes it off. Stefan and Viktor nods.

“I hope we can talk more later, Mr. Malfoy.” Stefan says with a lecherous smile. Draco, oblivious,
nods and smiles back. “Of course, Mr. Abernathy.”

Ron doesn’t let the other Bulgarian reply as he pulls Draco into the arena, he takes off his arms as
they finally reach the stairs to the seats. He keeps muttering about stupid possessive best friends
who just can’t keep calm when it comes to their wife. Draco frowns even more, stops at the stairs
before crossing his arms.

“Are you muttering about Harry, Ronald?” Draco asks, narrowing his eyes.

Ron snorts, “Nothing to be worried about Malfoy. Come on, let’s head to the seats.”

Draco shrugs and follows the ginger to the Ministry’s box, the game starts just as they sit down on
the plush seats. The game is rowdy, messy, and exciting. Ron watches as he also keeps a close eye
on Malfoy, making sure that the blonde was safe and away from any threats. The game came to a
close with the Bulgarians beating the Irish just by an inch when the Irish seeker was violently
shoved off his broom and onto the ground.

The Bulgarians went wild.

Ron was pulled aside by the Bulgarian Head of Magical Sports as they conversed about the game
and how it would’ve been even better if the Irish Seeker was not the reserved. Ron nods as the
Head continues to go on and on about the game, praising his own players. His eyes darted towards
Draco, panic began to rise to his chest when he saw the Bulgarian Chaser, Stefan, strike a
conversation with the blonde.

How did the player get here so fast? And how was he showered and fresh already? Ron needs to
get out of this conversation fast, he needs to make sure that the chaser will not make a pass on
Draco or else all hell will break loose. Who was this Stefan anyway? Didn’t he know that Draco
was a married man?

Married to the Wizarding World’s Savior, mind you.

He was about to wave a polite excuse to leave to the Bulgarian Head when he felt a cold chill, Ron
blinked the turns towards Dean who had stiffened, his knees shaking. It wasn’t Dean who caught
Ron’s attention though, it was Harry fucking Potter, towering over Dean, his invisibility cloak
draped over his shoulders and head, the only thing that was visible was his piercing green eyes that
stared directly at Draco and Stefan.

Uh-oh.

Ron swallows thickly, he sees Harry whisper something to Dean before he covers his eyes, Ron
stiffens. He knows Harry will approach him so hastily says Goodbye to the Head as he runs to a
private area by the Ministry’s box. As he enters, the door shuts behind him and Harry reveals
himself with a scowl on his face.

“Blimey, mate, w-what are y-you doing here?” Ron stutters out, the chill in the room was different,
it was scary, somber, and downright murderous.

“Dean wasn’t responding to any of my patronus, I had to see for myself if Draco is safe and
secured. But apparently they failed because my wife has some slimy git all over him.” Harry snaps,
his magic cackling with unnerving force. Ron flinched in worry.

“Sorry about that, the Head had to talk about sports and stuff, I couldn’t keep my eye on Draco.”
Ron says, hoping that it will lessen Harry’s annoyance for his senior aurors. It was nice knowing
you, Neville. Ron thinks sadly.

“It’s not your fault, mate, now act natural. Talk to them. Act as if I’m not in the room.” Harry says
as he pulls the invisibility cloak over his head once again and exits the room. Ron swallows, fuck,
the last time he got involved, he crawled out of Harry’s office as a slug.

Ron squares up his shoulders, and huffs in bravery, he was a war hero! He was a Gryffindor! He is
brave! He can do anything he puts his mind to!

He is Ronald Billeus Weasley, he can conquer large chess pieces, trolls, giants, spiders, surely he
can put up with Draco Malfoy and his husband right?

Ron pales as he stands with Stefan and Draco, they were laughing, Harry wouldn’t like this. Ron
can feel Harry’s magic cackling beside him, he feels a soft breath, ‘I said act natural, why do you
look like the first time we met Aragog?’ Harry whispers to him. Ron flinches.

“Ronald, are you okay?” Draco asks in worry. Ron looks wary, Draco is smart, he’ll know
something is up.

“Of course!” Ron’s voice is an octave higher than usual, “Everything’s bloody brilliant!” Too
much enthusiasm, He thinks.

Draco narrows his eyes before turning back to the conversation with Stefan.

“So, I heard you were married, Mr. Malfoy? Is he a quidditch player?” Stefan asks with a flirty
grin. Draco doesn’t blush, unnerved by the flirting. He’s oblivious to it, Ron notes, he’s much too
in love with Harry to notice other guys.

“Oh, yes, I am.” Draco supplies with a smug grin, showing off his gold band.

Ron can hear Harry smirk.

“Too bad, pretty thing like yourself? Already tied down?” Stefan finally drops the most obvious
line of flirting. Ron stiffens. The air around the pitch suddenly turns cold.
Draco raises a brow at Stefan.

“I believe it’s not too bad seeing that my husband is here right now, isn’t he Ronald?” Draco asks,
studying his nails, Stefan raises a brow.

Ron bites his lip, laughing, it was dry, far too forced.

“I-I don’t know what you m-mean, Draco.”

Draco sighs.

“If you don’t come out from under your cloak, Potter, I swear to Salazar I will entertain every man
who will flirt with me.” Draco threatens.

Stefan pales when he hears the legendary name.

Ron squeaks when he hears a grunt before the Head Auror pulls his invisibility cloak off his body,
revealing his towering body suited in his Head Auror robes. His dark green eyes glared at the
Bulgarian Chaser before darting it towards Draco.

“You will not flirt with other men.” Harry snarls at Draco.

“Good fuck, you are the most jealous man I know.” Draco sighs tiredly as he walks over to Harry,
wrapping his arms around the Head Auror, Harry instantly relaxes before processing the blonde’s
statement, he stands rigid again.

“ You know other men?” Harry asks, through gritted teeth.

Ron groans, he does. He wants to be out of here before Harry does anything viole-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Harry asks as Stefan tries to leave the Arena unscathed.
Too late, Ron thinks. Before Stefan could reply, Harry had wandlessly and non-verbally casted an
incarcerous on the player, He turned towards Dean, Seamus, Anthony and Neville who stood in a
straight line, still in their disguises.

“Can I trust you to bring him to my office without any altercations?” Harry asks the Senior Auror
Squad, they all nod, shaking in their boots.

Ron was about to retort, but didn’t get the chance.

“We’re leaving, me and Draco need a lengthy talk about him knowing other men.” Harry says
monotonously, grabbing Draco by the hips before apparating away.

Ron looks at the tied quidditch player.

“Sorry, mate. This will be a lesson to you to never bark at a tree that’s guarded by a three headed
hell hound named Harry Potter.” Ron says, not really apologetic as he looks at the four Senior
Aurors who were still shaking.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you want Harry to get even more angry?” Ron quips at them.

“Hell no.”

“Sorry, sir. But you’ll have to come with us.”

“Director Potter won’t send us to Azkaban right?”

“Really, Anthony? Azkaban? That’s what you’re scared of?”

“What are you scared of then?”

“I’m scared of dying.”

“Well-”

Ron cuts them off, “Crikey! Just take the man before Harry kills all of you!”

Sometimes Ron wonders why these men were Harry’s Senior Aurors.

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