𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ it's okay, flower

❃

𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗

"Cliffdane," she felt a large hand grasp at her coat, "Cliffdane, wake up."

May groaned herself awake, stretching her back and legs as she realized Draco had stopped the car, and they were in the parking lot back at the Ministry.

"Imagine falling asleep on the job," he scoffed, shutting her car door after she had climbed out of the passenger seat, "oh wait. You don't have to imagine it. Because you just did."

"For once in your life, just fuck off,"

"I've known you 24 hours Cliffdane, and you're about as annoying as I am," he chuckled.

"So you admit it, you're annoying," May questioned him, stepping into the elevator.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Oh you definitely meant it," she smirked, pressing the elevator button.

By the time the pair had reached his office, stacks of boxes stuffed in their arms, it'd become a full fledged argument.

"Fuck, this is going to take all night," he groaned, setting the boxes on the floor with a thump.

"Well, then lets get started," she grumbled, sitting down across from him, beginning to sort through papers, every file containing information on the killer they were attempting to recapture.

"Why are you so hesitant about your marriage?" she asked him quietly, the flipping of papers filling the silence, "I mean, you have no pictures of her in your entire office, only your son and your Mother,"

"Why are you asking?"

"Just.. interested."

"Well don't be. It was an arranged marriage. Drop it."

"Sorry," she whispered. "If we're going to be here all night, I have to make a call," she stood from the paper covered floor, making her way outside the office, into the hall.

"Yeah, and leave me to sort it all by myself. Bullshit."

With a shake of her head, she dialed the number.

"Hey May, what do you need?"

"Hey Cassie, I'm gonna need you to sleep over with Penelope tonight," she sighed, "I'm gonna be here for a while."

"Got it,"

"Can I talk to her?"

"Of course," she spoke, "Pen, take the phone, sweetheart,"

"Mommy?"

"Hi baby," Maybelle smiled, a tear running down her cheek, "how are you holding up?"

"Cassie and I are playing Barbies,"

"Ooh, that sounds fun, what'd you have for dinner?"

"Pizza," she giggled, "when are you coming home? I miss you,"

"I don't know, my love, hopefully soon. I miss you so much," she pursed her eyes shut, wiping the tears from her cheeks.