Draco Malfoy is a successful Auror who is about to get dumped right in the middle of the most complicated case of his career. It only makes sense that a formerly missing Harry Potter is at the heart of it.

It had been a war. Everyone regretted something.

A large portion of Harry's life had been spent leading up to one thing, and now that that thing was done, he had no idea how to move on to the next thing. What even was the next thing? Probably something to do with Malfoy. Eighth year fic.

It is six years after the war, and Harry Potter still feels small. He is a man grown, a hero, an Order of Merlin First Class, a godfather, a friend, a lover. But he feels like nothing. He feels nothing. Draco knows how to help with that.

In which Draco finally grows a pair and makes the best of a boring assignment.

It's been eight years since Harry last saw Malfoy, and it's safe to say that nothing is the same. After all, who would have expected Harry to be running a wildly successful bakery and Malfoy to have somehow morphed into a pleasant human being?