The Ministry was as busy as ever. A young man with an officious looking badge looked up from the lobby desk and smiled at the person standing in front of him. He then did a quite obvious double take as he took in the rumpled casual cotton clothes and the brilliant blue oxford shirt encasing a swollen abdomen. A quite famous scar graced the forehead of the crazy haired man in front of him.
"Hello, I would like to see Draco Malfoy, please," Harry asked politely.
"Um, oh, of course." The receptionist gave one last odd look before consulting his scrolls. He looked up with a commiserating smile. "I'm sorry. Mr. Malfoy is in a meeting. Would you like me to take a message for you?"
"No, I would like you to take me to Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, but I'm very sorry. He is in a meeting with the Head of International Magical Cooperation and can not be disturbed at the moment." The man smiled again.
Harry smiled back. "Are you saying I'm disturbing to my husband?"
"Oh," the receptionist's eyes widened in dismay, smile falling. "No, of course not. But this is a quarterly meeting and quite important, Mr. Potter."
"My name is Malfoy!" Harry stated, his voice rising, bringing the entire bustling lobby to a stand still. "And I will see my husband now!"
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Malfoy," the man sputtered. He gave an eye to his lunchtime relief who immediately sprinted off to get help.
"No, you are not! If you were sorry, you'd bring me Draco! Who is your supervisor? I demand to speak to someone higher than you!" Harry spun around and glared at the room full of people then turned back to the terrified receptionist who dearly wished he had taken lunch five minutes sooner. "Do you know who I am? I am Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Saviour of the Wizarding World. I can fry you like that, you peasant! Perhaps I shall just ring my father-in-law! I don't think you'd tell Lucius Malfoy no, would you? No, of course you wouldn't, because he would do even nastier things than I would!"
"Harry?" A hand settled on Harry's shoulder. It disappeared immediately when it was snapped at, as Harry spun with a snarl and confronted Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Don't you ever touch me!" he yelled. Kingsley took a step back and then spared a glance to the receptionist.
"You better go get Draco Malfoy," he said calmly. The young man nodded vigorously and sprinted away from the scene toward the elevators. Kingsley turned his full attention back to the unhinged wizard in front of him. "Okay, Harry, they're getting Malfoy. Now why don't we go have a seat in one of the offices? You look like you could use a rest."
"And you look like you are about to lose your job. How dare you speak to me in that condescending tone! I knew you were a Death Eater right from the start!" Harry ignored the gasp and murmurs from the crowd. "I always knew you were a rotten Auror. You always wanted to sleep with me, didn't you?"
Kingsley didn't show any emotion on his face. "I'm not sure what's wrong, Harry, but I really think that you need to calm down." Kingsley looked over Harry's head and shook his head at the other Auror's coming up in formation behind Harry. At his signal they put their wands away but stayed where they were. "Why don't we go sit and you can tell me why you think I'm a Death Eater?"
Harry laughed bitterly. "Now you flatter yourself! You think I would let any Death Eaters, other than my father-in-law, get away? I'd have hunted you down like the rat you are. All you wanted was my body! All you want is to steal me!" Harry spun around, saw the other Aurors advancing and shouted, "Don't touch me! Nobody touches me!" He began backing around the desk, the Aurors moving closer in.
