Draco couldn't believe that everything had lead up to this. Five years ago- nay, two years ago he'd have never been caught dead thinking about being a damn Auror. And especially not working alongside Harry of all people.

But after the war he was given two choices; be sent to Azkaban like the rest of the defeated Death Eaters, or reform and become an Auror with the ministry. Obviously Draco chose freedom over pride, even if his father had looked away in disgust at his trial.

It took a long while to get used to and Draco was still using the accommodations that the Ministry had provided for him because he didn't actually know how to buy a house. The Malfoy's had always lived in Malfoy Manor and that was just how life was- or had been.

Right now Draco had been sent out on some operation with Harry to make sure there weren't any goblin revolutionaries getting too big for their boots. Frankly Draco was more irritated at how tight the Auror uniform was.

After a very stern look from Potter, Draco finally gave uo on trying to loosen it and huffed. His eyes drifted over to Harry who looked a lot more mature now after everything they had endured.

Plus apparently he and Ginny had decided to break it off, Draco didn't know the specifics. He didn't care. Honestly. Draco could care less that Harry had grown a bit of stubble and looked particularly rugged...he didn't!

Draco quickly pulled his gaze around and to the dark alleyway they were currently walking towards, one of the deepest sides of Diagon Alley. "So, why are we even here, Potter?" Draco exclaimed with a huff, but kept his voice low like his training had ordered him to, "It's not like the goblins will even tell us if they're planning a rebellion."