face when he told him he was moving away. Thankfully the night before he’d had time to brew a fresh batch of potions and they helped somewhat. Draco went to the Ministry with tired eyes and a buzzing in his ears from lack of sleep. He was hardly keeping his eyes open as he made his way up to Kingsley’s office. He’d only been there once before just after his trial when Kingsley promised he would be exonerated.

He was still very nervous to be back. He was getting horrible stares from the people around the Ministry at the early hour. There was a surprising amount of people there considering the working day hadn’t officially started yet. Clearly the Ministry was still paying overtime.

Kingsley’s secretary wasn’t even in yet when Draco arrived, so he knocked directly on Kingsley’s door.

e in.’ He heard faintly through the thick wood and he pushed the door open. He probably should’ve seen iting but he’d been so engrossed in his planning for France, he hadn’t even given it a second thought.

‘Minister.’ Draco greeted cordially, ignoring the elephant in the room.

‘Draco.’ Kingsley greeted him with a sheepish smile. Draco took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm him. His stomach was churning, and he was almost certain he was going to throw up his morning potion.

‘Potter.’ He said shakily, nodding briefly but not looking anywhere near his eyes. He couldn’t.

‘Malfoy.’ Harry said stiffly.

Great. Bloody, fucking, great.

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