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Hermione and Harry were huddled together outside the main door to the Auror office. Hermione's hand clapped firmly across her mouth as she stifled a bout of giggles.
“What are…” Ron started, striding towards them.
“Shhh,” Harry hissed, cutting him off. He grabbed hold of Ron's arm and pulled him against the wall.
““What are you both doing?” Ron whispered. “And why is Hermione here? I thought Luna was whisking you off on holiday.”
“I am. She is. I just dropped by because…” Hermione gestured through the doorway.
“Would you two be quiet, just watch.” Harry said, cautiously peering round the door. Ron craned his neck to see who they were observing.
Draco was hunched over a wizarding wireless, elegant eagle feather quill pinched between his long fingers. His platinum blonde hair hung loosely around his face.
“Oxford Circus,” the wireless announced. Draco's eyes darted across the glossy parchment; he circled a word on it.
“What is he doing?” Ron asked, becoming more bemused by the second. They'd done a lot of crazy things together, but watching their colleague (and unlikely friend) doing mundane desk work was possibly the strangest.
“He's been driving me up the wall, begging for more work to improve his image,” Harry explained. “So Hermione came up with this brilliant plan.”
“Vauxhall,” a different voice emanated from the radio.
Draco’s index finger flew across the page, his eyes frantically scanning. Letting out a loud sigh, he drew another circle.
“We told him…” Hermione clutched at her stomach. “We told him this was Muggle intelligence.”
“Regent’s Street.” Draco's lips pursed and his brow creased. He shook his head, muttering under his breath.
“I take it it isn't.”
“No, it's just a comedy show, my parents used to listen to it," Hermione explained. "He's been doing this for hours now.”
“Mornington Crescent!” A raucous round of applause accompanied that proclamation. Whoops and cheers sounded from an invisible crowd.
“I knew it!” Draco’s jubilant shout accompanied a triumphant flourish of his quill.
“This is bloody brilliant!” Ron exclaimed, leaning further forward to see what Draco would do next.
“Shhhh,” Hermione and Harry hissed in unison.
Ron dropped his voice to a whisper. “When are you going to tell him?”
Harry became very interested in an ant that was meandering along the skirting board.
“We will tell him,” Hermione said slowly. “Eventually…”