Harvest Moon

To everyone still sticking with this story, thank you so much. I sincerely appreciate it. Especially considering the updates have been erratic as there is a great deal going on in my life right now that doesn't involve writing. Thank you all so much.



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Arabella stepped cautiously off of the Knight Bus; still half way expecting her would be killer to pop out of the shadows. She sighed in relief after walking into the Ministry. Pausing in debate as to whether or not to go to her office or head straight to Hermione and Draco's. Knowing neither of them would be in the office at this time made part of her decision for her. She was somewhat reluctant to go into her own office. After all, if someone could get into her flat and plant a portkey, who was to say it couldn't happen at the Ministry as well. She resolved to have a team go over the office with a fine tooth comb in the morning and then turned to head toward the MME's office instead.



She paused inside of the door way, leaning against the frame and smirking a little at the scene inside. Draco and Luna were making out on Luna's desk like a couple of teenagers. Ara cleared her throat to announce her presence before things started to get too interesting.



Draco's head shot up, glaring at the intrusion until he saw who it was.



“Hello, Arabella,” Luna said dreamily, not bothering to unwind her legs from around Draco's waist. “Care to join us?”



Draco stared down at her as though she'd lost her mind. Moreso than usual anyway.



Ara chuckled. “Ah, as much as it would be fun to compare father/son techniques, alas there are other tings to be about. Namely, getting evidence of a killer to you,” Ara said, twirling the wand and smiling wickedly.



That spurred Luna into action. She disengaged herself from Draco and went to take both the wand and the frying pan from the other woman. She handed them to Draco and then dragged Ara to the nearest chair.



“What happened?” Draco asked, thinking how hot it was watching Luna go into professional mode.



Ara sighed and winced as Luna prodded a sore spot on her left arm where she'd landed oddly from the portkey transport.



“Evidently, your father's paranoia concerning myself and Hermione being targeted isn't unfounded. Someone got into my flat and planted a potkey.



Luna glanced up from checking her arm. “Is that how this happened?” she asked, indicating the bruising on Arabella's arm.



“Probably.”



“What's this?” Draco said, turning the skillet over and staring at the Death eater mask embedded into it.



“Let's just say that, if he survived, you might want to check St. Mungoes or any other medical facility as a certain someone's face is bound to be more than a little broken.”



That got Draco really moving and he grabbed floo powder from Luna's mantle and tossed onto the fire.



“You'll have to call her cell. She'll be with your father. Or was when I left them at any rate.”



Draco's eyebrows went up. “Really?” he said, smirking evilly.



“Pervert,” Arabella said with a laugh.



“Thank the gods!” was Luna's reply to that accusation.