Extended one-shot of Draco/Harry falling apart from the inside. Post-war. Angsty with a dash of hope. Excerpt: Draco has already contacted everyone he knows or knows how to threaten. He has stalked Knockturn Alley and re-infiltrated the edges of the pureblood-leaning crowd. Nothing. Well, that's not true. Glimpses. But nothing that can bring his husband home safe.

Hermione is certain on three points: she was not "a lonely afterthought at Potter and Weasley's fabulous wedding" (thanks, Skeeter 2.0), the Prophet's reign of false news must be ended, and she will never trust a prejudiced ferret to solve her problems, whatever Ginny says. Ginny reckons for Hermione and Malfoy, a fight for a fair press is basically foreplay. Chaos ensues...