Draco looked up from his report when his office door opened. Merlin slipped in and quickly closed the door behind him as softly as he could.

"I'm not here!" he said, before dashing to the corner of the office and slipping behind the indoor palm tree, into the narrow space between the wall and a large filing cabinet. The palm then slid a few centimetres to the left and the leaves grew bigger and bushier.

Draco blinked and opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, when there was a knock on the door. He turned to face it. "Enter!"

The door opened and Arthur stuck his head in. "Sorry to interrupt, but have you seen Merlin by any chance?" he asked, frowning as he scanned the room.


"Oh, well, sorry again."

Draco watched the door as it snicked shut softly. He might be on Arthur's payroll as his wizarding liaison, but that didn't mean he wouldn't side with Merlin. Besides, if he let Arthur drag him off then he'd never find out what was going on. And Arthur was likely to just blame everything on the sorcerer anyway. He heard the palm sliding back into its original position and then Merlin was sitting down into the plush leather-backed chair on the other side of his desk with a happy grin.

"Thanks for that."

Draco nodded. "What was that about?"

Merlin made a face. "Mithian wants them to go pick out flower arrangements and decorations for the wedding reception and Arthur has, for some reason, decided he needs me to tag along. God knows why, it's not like he ever listens to my input."

"Considering I've seen what your wardrobe used to look like, I'm completely baffled by his need for your presence."

"Hey! 'S not like I'm picking out colours or anything, they've already done that." Merlin pouted for a few moments, before grinning at Draco again. "So, Elena's pregnant."

"Yes, I know. She posted it on Facebook. In fact, you commented on my comment to the post."

"Oh, right... But did you know she's planning on naming him Merlin? They had considered naming him after Charlie's father, but that might give other Arthur a big head, so if it's a boy it'll be Merlin Arthur Weasley."

Draco gaped. "Does she realize wizards don't ever name their children 'Merlin'? Surely, Charlie's told her that."

"Oh, yes. She said it made it all the more perfect, because that meant no one else would have the same name. Also, she said she refused to bow to social pressure when it's the name of an old and dear friend. She may also have threatened to steal the birth certificate if he made too much of a fuss over it and name the boy Draconis instead. If it's a boy. They're thinking of either Guinevere or Eowyn if it's a girl."

"I think Draconis is a good, strong name, but should never ever be combined with Weasley. It sounds utterly ghastly."

Merlin sniggered. "So, how've you been then, Draco? Feels like an age since I've seen you, though I was only away for two weeks."

Draco shrugged. "Busy. With Arthur getting married and preparing his election campaigne, it's been quite hectic. Although I did run into a former housemate: Astoria Greengrass, she was two years behind me. Her sister was in my year. We're going out to dinner Saturday night."

Merlin's eyes lit up. "That's fantastic, Draco! You'll have to call me afterwards and tell me all about it!"

Draco inwardly cursed his pale skin as he felt his cheeks heat up. "You're worse than a gossiping old woman. How was France?"

"Lovely. Archie's nieces loved Paris – they've been to the magical part before, but the muggle part was new - and his mum fell in love with Southern France. It was fun. I'll come by the manor, uh... tonight perhaps and bring pictures."

"Mother, Aunt Andromeda and Bethany are having dinner together tonight and I'm sure they'll all be thrilled, but I won't be home. I'll be with Gwaine, Percival and Archie at the Chelsea/Man U match. And possibly Elyan, if he can manage to get through the day without giving out any detentions or extra-help sessions."

"Oh, I see. Then I'll stop by on the weekend. On Sunday, so you can tell me all about your date."

Draco rolled his eyes. "So, did you see Camelot?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, we did." Merlin shrugged. "Doesn't actually look anything like it, but it's a lovely castle. I'm certainly glad I got a chance to see it before the BBC comes in and messes the whole place up with their lights and cameras and everything." He paused for a moment, thoughtful. "It was surreal. I still can't believe that bloody brat had been writing down all those stories I've told him over the years! I mean, you're a best-selling author as well of course, but I'd rather expected that when I asked you to write down events as they happened. Archie's books took me by surprise."

He shook his head. "And now there's going to be a television show. It's unbelievable. Oh! Archie did send me photos of the kid, who'll be playing me! An Irishman named Colin Morgan. He was in an episode of Doctor Who couple seasons back, so clearly he isn't bad... I'm just not sure he looks anything like me."

Draco shrugged. "He looks close enough for me."

Merlin made a face. Then he suddenly perked up. "Oh, have you talked to-"

There was a quick knock on the door and a second later, Arthur was poking his head through again. "Draco, are certain you haven't seen- Aha!"


Arthur threw the door open and marched to the chair, grabing Merlin's arm and pulling him up. "I knew I saw you heading in this direction! I am not suffering through floral arrangements on my own and don't think I didn't noticed that you decided to book your trip to France with Archie and his biological family during the two weeks of the most tedious wedding planning."

"But you don't need me here for any of it! Besides, I've done the royal wedding lark before and I still don't get it. Don't need to do it again, really." Merlin dug in his heels as Arthur dragged him out of the office with very little success.

"If I have to go through this torture then so should you. Just be happy I've magnanimously decided not to make you wear robes and a tall pointed hat to the wedding."

"You know you really shouldn't just assume I didn't have any plans for this afternoon. I mean, I could be meeting Archie or Barnaby-"

"Archie teaches class Thursday afternoons and Barnaby won't be up for hours yet."

Merlin pouted, waving miserably to Draco as he was dragged out. "Barnaby sometimes comes out during the day!"

"Only on special occassions and your anniversary was last month."

"I think maybe I'll sit with the anti-monarchists at the wedding."

"Merlin, don't be ridiculous, there won't be any anti-monarchists at the wedding. They'll all be too busy boycotting it."

"Oh, what a brilliant idea!"

Draco sighed as he heard their voices get further and further away from him. After a few minutes, he finally picked up his wand and pointed it at the door, closing it shut. He turned back to his report.

Thank you very much for reading my story! I hoped you enjoyed it. =D Once again, if you haven't yet seen xcuri0sity's video make sure you check it out, she's done an amazing job with it: d1amond -bullet .tumbl /post /591 78845598/ through-the-eyes- of-minervas-owl-paperlegends