Megan made her way to Harry Potter's cubicle. Her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her. Well, that and the fact that she had finally found some time.

"Hullo, Potter."

He bristled. Megan smiled a real smile.

"Easy. I've no forms today. Look - nothing on me at all. Well, save my clothing."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. He didn't really peg Megan as the 'just dropping by to say hello' type. He leaned back in his chair, smiling slightly. "Megan. What brings you to this section of the Ministry?"

"The pleasure of your company?"

At his look, she laughed. Her fake laugh though. A girlish giggle. Her real laugh would probably make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. That and he'd be horrified at anything that REALLY made her laugh.

"All right," Megan said in a whisper, moving into his cubicle. She cast a silencing charm. "I ran into Hannah Abbott. Care to share anything, Harry?"

His head cocked to the side. "I assure you, we don't need a silencing charm to talk about Hannah, so unless you plan on murdering me for having her be my roommate..."

For two whole seconds, she considered it.

"Play coy all you like. She told me that you and she were just friends. Are you? Or is she the one you were ring shopping for and the two of you are waiting a suitable amount of time to announce after her walking out... which was so shocking, by the way. I was there, you know. Wayne was my study partner at Hogwarts. I know a bit about the wanker. It's okay if you tell me that you stole her from him."

Harry laughed. "I promise, I didn't meet Hannah until after she'd left the pillock. Really. She's just staying with me because Wayne is an arse, and she didn't want to stay at the apartment he was paying for. I have room."

"Oh you're no fun at all, Harry," Megan said, pouting. "Is she all right then? Dealing with this?" Please tell me she cries her stupid cow eyes out about it every night.

"Dealing, yes. I'm not... I'm not the best with girls who have just left their fiance at the altar, believe it or not. Not much experience, but... I think she'd starting to get used being on her own. Kind of. Sort of, on her own." He didn't think she'd like it known that she'd been at home listening to Celine Dion and Air Supply. Crying over the Blaise Zabini arse.

"Poor, sweet thing. She was never very good at that. Always had Ernie or Justin hovering. Now she has you." Damn, he'll probably keep an annoyingly close watch on her too, so killing the little Mudblood is out. That would have been such fun too. The look on her stupid fluffy bunny face would have amused me for ages. Blast! Megan sighed. "Hannah's a very lucky girl, and don't believe you're not good with women. You must have a dozen girlfriends."

He shook his head. No girlfriends. Random sex with people who are much better suited to friends? Yes. "No. Really. I try to avoid things that can get complicated. And girls, I'm sorry if this is offensive, can get complicated." He actually had yet to meet a girl who wasn't complicated. Maybe they didn't come like that.

Megan laughed. Harry Potter... pants at girls. She liked that.

Just then her aunt shuffled past nervously. Megan's eyes narrowed slightly. She hoped Harry didn't notice. Hestia was looking a bit shaky. Maybe she needed to start missing work. Hopkirk kept Megan so busy, she was having a hard time keeping tabs on her aunt. She was stretching herself too thin. It would not do to get caught in this early a stage of her planning because she couldn't keep control of her Imperius'd aunt.

Harry frowned when he saw Hestia Jones pass by. He felt for the woman, knew she wasn't doing well. He might be an Auror, but she was in charge of a slew of people, making sure they didn't do anything wrong. Supervisors always got the shite jobs. He'd go mad if he was in her shoes. He was quite happy where he was, thanks, and he really didn't need the extra responsibilities.

"And you? Anyone special?" He didn't really think she was dating anyone. Not that she couldn't get someone if she wanted to. She was quite fit, but she just seemed like the type of person that would rather go further in her job than in her love life.

"Nothing serious," Megan answered honestly, thinking of Hugh Dawlish. "No offense, but most men are quite stupid and not worth my time." This was perfectly true in her eyes.

"Yes, we can be prats. You'll find no argument with that from me. One of the reasons I don't prefer men myself." He smiled at her. He was usually pretty good about telling that about people, whether they found solace in others or in their work. She seemed very dedicated every time he saw her. Focused on something.

She knew Harry was resistant to the Imperius. She would never attempt it on someone like him. She was determined, but Megan was certain his will was stronger than her determination. Still, she might try it one day. At the very least she'd like to try the Cruciatus on him. She'd never used that one on a person either, but she'd been practicing on stray animals in the neighborhood.

But what had brought on this train of thought was the idea that if she did use it on him and managed to make it work, she'd have him make out with a bloke. It would have to be the right bloke though. Someone he'd hate. Like Malfoy. Yes, Malfoy. Their dislike of one another was the stuff legends were made of. They'd both probably hex themselves after that. Megan grinned.

Megan needed to catch up with her aunt and make sure her curses were still holding.

"We should do lunch sometime, Harry. If you'll excuse me, I need a word with my aunt. I mean... Auror Jones. I'll try to stop by again when it's not a form thing. This was nice." Vomit, vomit, puke. "It's nice talking to you. Always. You don't try to look up my skirt."

"I believe you'd hex me for doing so, and I'd so hate to have to hex you back." He grinned, standing. "Tell your aunt she needs to take a day or two off. She's looking rather ragged."

Blast! That was the last thing she needed - Harry Potter noticing Hestia was off. Perhaps her aunt would just go take a leave of absence.

"She's been rather stressed lately. She was thinking of taking a short leave. She hasn't had a personal holiday since before the war. I think she's due." Megan smiled. "Thank you, Harry."

Then she hurried after her aunt.

Harry watched her hurry after Hestia, hopefully to convince the woman to leave. Megan was sweet, watching out for her aunt. He hoped Auror Jones appreciated it.


{SUMMARY} Megan stops by Harry's cubicle for some information and chitchat. It is not all that she hoped it would be.