𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

Chapter 2

Monday came around, and Harry waited for Ginny to leave, before he floo'd down to Regal Lane, an industrial wizarding area. The street was wide and bustling, carts and wizards towing items all over, from one door to another, and Harry was fascinated by it all.

He stared, looking at the numbers of each door until he reached a red brick building with a very pink door, the same pink color as the card he was holding in his hand.

Harry had hidden the card deep in his study to hide the smell from Ginny, who had been hard pressed to rid Malfoy's scent from all of Harry's clothes.

He didn't know why he was being so secretive, but for some reason, Harry knew that Ginny would not approve of him leaving the Ministry for a private job.

It had always been their dream to be Aurors after all!

Harry's heart was not in it anymore, especially after the fiasco with Josephs, he had no interest in spending an entire year under inquiry and filing paperwork; he had way too much energy for that.

Harry paused for a second, cleared his throat, and knocked on the door four times.

It swung open, and Harry found himself walking into a bustling big warehouse, contraptions and machines and cauldrons and burners all over, an array of scents and magic floating around, people yelling at each other over loud booms coming from beneath him.

A young, yellow haired man came to him, his eyes wide and in awe. "Mr. Potter, it's really you! Welcome, welcome! I'm Romulus Smith, a pleasure!" Harry took the short man's hand and shook it.

"Pleasure, Mr. Smith!"

"Please, it's Romulus to you, sir! I'm the operations manager here at D.M Potions. Now, right this way, Master Malfoy has been expecting you!" He bustled quickly off and Harry followed, having to duck here and there when something whizzed past his head.

They descended down a set of winding stairs, and into an office space, much quieter than the floor. It was a room lined with bookshelves on both sides, laden with a set of old leather couches and a coffee table, and two desks adjacent to each other, one of which was occupied by Draco Malfoy himself.

His scent was everywhere, and it assaulted Harry, and he had to fight the urge, once more, to inhale deeply.

"Potter, you came." Malfoy said drolly, and he stood. the big smile on his face and the flush on his cheeks betrayed his excitement, and Harry was glad that he wasn't the only one affected.

Harry was quite surprised to see the man dressed casually. He wore a plain black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a pair of Nikes. His hair was in a braid down his back. He looked...lovely. The thought struck Harry quite hard, and he tried to brush it off.

Harry had never seen Malfoy look so....human....and it must have showed because Draco smiled amusedly as he gestured for Harry to sit on the leather couch.

"Yes, I do dress like a normal person at times! Come now, jaw off the floor please! So, have you given a thought to joining my team?"

"Not to be rude, but I don't even know what I would be doing. You know my potion skills are abysmal." Harry said, to which Malfoy laughed softly.

"Don't I know it, Potter! No, the investigative officer does not make any potions. As a matter of fact, it's more of a hunter or so—because they go out and they find rare ingredients for the potions. This takes investigation, of course."

"And you think I would do well in this?"

"Of course! You would be filling Pansy Parkinson's position as she basically quit last night—" "What happened? Luna was pretty evasive about the whole thing, as usual."