The Good Guys

Summary: Draco wants a fresh start and joins the Ministry of Magic, but because of his past he is stuck on the Minor-Magical Crimes Unit. And not only are the cases ridiculous, he also gets stuck with the last partner on earth he thought he'd ever work with: Luna Lovegood. D/L

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the TV show "The Good Guys". This story is based on the television show.

Case #1

Assignment

Draco stood silently at attention as the woman sitting across the desk in front of him observed him with careful eyes. She looked between the floating scroll to her left and the quill floating on her right, the piles of paperwork covering her desk, mostly of murders of Muggles and the misuse of major magic. She finally let her eyes settle on Draco once more and he stood a little taller.

"Draco Malfoy… I never thought that you'd end up here," she said, titling her head a little, and he was certain he could see her smirking.

"Ma'am," he replied sharply and quickly, confirming that he wanted to be there. She smiled again and looked back at the parchment, seeing his file scroll endlessly by her. It was rather short since he was only twenty. Since the end of the War the entire Ministry of Magic had been revamped and new jobs had just opened under the guidance of the Mistress of Magic herself.

"You want to become an Exeter?" she asked, looking at what he had check listed. It was the only thing he had picked. He knew that there was no way he would ever be allowed in the Secret Police and the Aurora's were headed by Harry Potter himself, an even far less likely place he could thrive. The woman looked back at the paper and pushed her thin pink glasses up her nose as she finally folded her hands and Draco once again looked a little taller.

"Your scores are perfect, Draco. Your magic is far better than most of our street magicians, certainly, but the problem does not lie in your abilities. It lies with that arm of yours."

She pointed to his left arm behind his back and he only blinked straight ahead, unfazed.

"Show it to me," she ordered and with only a slight hesitation, he let go of his wrist and pulled up his sleeve, revealing the deep etching that covered most of his inner left forearm. It was a skull eating a snake, the signature of a Death Eater. While Draco may have escaped persecution thanks to the testimony of his and his mother's character by the famous Harry Potter, he was still a threat. Draco let his sleeve fall and put his hand back behind his back.

"Why do you want to join the Ministry? You have plenty of money, even with your settlement to keep your family home and estate."

"I know what I did, Mrs. Everest, I know what I was a part of but as I recall, I was fifteen-years-old when I was forced by my father to become a Death Eater and Harry Potter himself has pardoned me. Excuse me if I think that getting that Potter's approval should be enough to allow me just a simple job, no matter the size. My father will never leave Azkaban and my mother spends her days sitting in our home completely unsure of the future and the least I can do is show the Wizarding World that I have progressed and that I am trying to just become another wizard."

She had to give him credit since he did seem passionate.

"You practice that speech all of the way here, did you?" she asked, smiling and taking off her glasses with a little sigh.

"From the moment I woke up," Draco replied, though joking his expression was blank. She smiled again. He would have made a great Aurora. But he would never be accepted, not with that mark on his arm, but he was still useful and had lots of contacts, even among the underground Death Eaters which could become useful in the future. That was really why she was even considering him a possible candidate. He was loyal, she was certain, to the ideal of his family name once again ringing among the elites, and that was exactly what he could gain if he moved through the ranks of Ministry without blotching it up.

"Fine," she said, sitting forward and snapping her fingers, a scroll appearing on the table and her quill began writing furiously. Draco let his cold demeanor fall for a moment of sheer surprise as she pushed the scroll over towards him.

"You are nowhere near being a detective, but you will be able to gain fieldwork and move up if you work hard. You are assigned to the Minor-Magical Crimes Unit on the thirteenth ground floor, reporting to the Head of Magical Security, Harry Potter, for your assignments. You will have a partner who will join you in the field and don't think for one minute that you will be alone on any cases. I am giving you a chance Mr. Malfoy because honestly I don't think you want to fail this time. In three weeks you will report with me again with your partner and Mr. Potter about your progress and your first case. Dismissed."

Draco walked with far more pride than he had when he first entered the Ministry of Magic that morning. He had gone with only a slight hope that he would be able to actually get a job there. There was nowhere else to go but to the Ministry. He had just been hired by the Mistress of Internal Affairs and Magical Assignments, the newest addition to the Ministry under the Mistress' guidance. She was the only thing blocking him from getting an assignment and even if it was a small one, it was one! He was on the elevator when he suddenly thought about where he was going next. He had to report to the upstart Harry Potter, whom he already owed far more than he really wanted in both debt and dare he think it, gratitude. Now he had to go and tell him about his assignment and report to him on everything he did that had to do with these Minor-Magical Crimes cases. Of course Draco had not stop to ask to whom he was assigned to as a partner, or what this job entailed. He was just too happy to have received it at all. He exited the elevator on the floor containing the offices of the new Ministry of Magical Security.

It was the gem in Harry Potter's eye, established as soon as the War was over, to increase security on threats against anyone, Muggles and wizards alike, with magical manpower. The branch was the executive power of the Ministry and included all of the known forces of enforcement, including the Secret Police, the Dragon Wizards, the newly established Knights of the Sky and even the Aurora groups. Harry Potter had gone from hero, to savior, to supreme executive commander in only twenty years. Draco didn't really like that, but what could he really do? He had been on the losing end of Harry's wand for more than ten years; there was little he could really do about it now.

Notices and flying airplanes zoomed over Draco's head as he walked into the large lobby of the office, spotting a thirty-year-old secretary talking rapidly to five different quills scratching away at floating parchment. She looked up when he came closer and he held out his scroll he had received from Mrs. Everest. She took the scroll, though he was certain she knew who he was already, and opened it, reading the contents. She quickly handed it back and pointed towards a set of large black wooden doors.

"He's waiting for you," she said in a nasally voice, her beady eyes staring right through him as she went back to her secretarial duties. Draco nodded his thanks, though she probably didn't notice and walked briskly towards the doors, pushing one open with his free hand.

The office was small, considering. Draco had this ideal that Harry Potter would be lapping in luxury, enjoying his time on top. Actually, the office was a complete mess. There were fifty or more stacks of paper more than five feet high, tons of loose scattered all over the floor and three walls that opposed the fourth covered in glass, were lined with books, most falling over, out of place or pretty much in a mess. There was a single chair in front of a large desk and before more piles of paper on top of it. Behind all of this was Harry Potter, looking no different from the day Draco met him all of those years ago. His hair was messed up, his glasses were falling and his hands were occupied with paper. Another quill was working nearby, filling out paperwork and putting it on a new pile in the office. Harry stood up and accidentally knocked down on of the large piles trying to shake Draco's hand.

"Draco Malfoy! Welcome!" he said cheerfully, showing him the chair and Draco sat as Harry had the paper replace itself on his desk. "Sorry about the mess, I'm a little busy with a threat to South Africa right now, and the paperwork just never seems to get away. So, I heard that you applied to the Ministry!"

"Yes," Draco said, not able to keep the sneer from his voice but that seemed to not faze Harry as much as it used to.

"Great, good, I'm really glad that you've decided to work here. And it looks like she put you in our smallest department," Harry said, reading a paper and looking up at him.

"I don't care, Potter, I just want to work."

"Right… Well, that's just great. Your office is on the underground on the thirteenth, the office is in the far back, so you'll have to really look for it, but you'll probably spend only about half of your time in there. You are one of two people in this department right now because I can't spare anyone else. Did she explain what the department of Minor-Magical Crimes is?"

"No."

"Oh, okay. Well, you get to enjoy working the smallest and mostly stupidest of our complaints and crimes that we are constantly working on here at the Ministry. Like, if someone uses magic to make a flag fly the other way, that's your department. You are going to spend a lot of time in the field getting everything down. You do have a partner and in a couple of months you should have proven yourself enough to everyone in the Ministry so that we can upgrade you to something else. Personally, I want you working for my Secret Police," Harry said, almost offhandedly, and Draco sneered again, uncertain it that were really true. "Anywho, you will get working right now, here's your first case, go report to your office, and your partner should already be there."

Harry didn't give Draco time to ask who his partner was as he shooed him out of the office as more paper appeared on his desk. Draco was getting a little tired of this, but he still had to thank Merlin he had a job at all. He made his way to the office floor Potter had mentioned. It was cramped and small, only fifteen offices for the stupidest departments. One was for Magical Crimes Involving Magical Pens and another for Magical Crimes Involving Grandfather Clocks, each more ridiculous than the last. None of these offices had people in them, though there were packed with paper, making him believe that they were actually out there working in the field. The Ministry was really wasting its resources this way, but he didn't care. He finally found the little office, the only one with a door that was probably older than he was with a shiny new golden plate that had the title of the department on it. He opened the door after taking a moment to sigh and looked to see that the place was spotless, only two desks, two chairs and a filing cabinet. They even had a little lamp on the desk. Draco looked around to see his partner but no one was inside, at least, he thought. He walked around the desk and almost tripped on a leg and looked down. Lying on her back with her hands folded on her stomach staring right at him was none other than Loony Luna Lovegood.

- Wow, it has been a while since I've written anything. I have been trying to write this story forever, not exactly this style, but this idea and nothing was working. Then I just literally started writing and this is what came out. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading!

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