Welll, this idea came to me today. Draco and Hermione are Aurors, and they're forced to be partners to track down the Cullens. This fic is mostly HP but don't worry! Twilight's going to be here too. Canon pairings for Twilight.

I hope you enjoy! :D

Hermione sat down, disgruntled.

Why had Ron suddenly become her boss? She didn't have the slightest idea. But she was, however, pleased with the fact that she would be on a mission nevertheless, her first mission as an Auror. She wanted to prove herself worthy of an Auror.

She was aware she was mostly chosen for this particular mission because Aurors were short on hand those days.

"Well, as you may know, Aurors are short on hand these days," Ron began, clearing his throat. "You're only two months in on the job, I know."

And you somehow surpassed me to be the big boss, Hermione thought darkly.

"So it's come to our attention that there is seeming to be a Dark Magic at stake. A group of people called the-" Ron paused, looking down at the papers in front of him for reference. "Cullens it seems, has been reportedly transeferring to different high schools in the northern part of America. The problem here is, that they seem to be hiding for an interval of twenty to fifty years before showing up at another high school."

Hermione raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Odd."

"Not just odd. They could be a coven of dark wizards, you see. None of our kind has ever gotten close to investigating them close enough before they would suddenly dissapear. So it's your job to-"

"Track them down and put a stop to their rituals before they expose our wizarding world?" She concluded.

He nodded, shuffling his papers without looking at her. "Er, yes. They could be using forbidden magic of some sort that our wizarding world has never heard about."

There was an awkward silence between them for a while. Their break-up was still lingering in the air like a foul smell.

She stood up and was about to leave when Ron cleared his throat expectantly again. "You're supposed to meet your-erm- partner... At an arranged meeting tonight at Three Broomsticks, fancy a drink or two, per se."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "My partner? A drink? Since when did you say anything about having a partner?"

He shrugged. "Well, the Cullens are a coven of nine. Well, eight. You need somewhat of a team on this mission. They left a female behind but the rest of the Cullens are on the move."

"You didn't answer the obvious question, Ronald. Who's my partner?"

There was a thick silence between them. Ron looked down at his watch-less wrist.

"Oh, look at that! It's time for my dinner with...with..." He looked at the papers in front of him uneasily. "With someone. Good day, then."

Hermione watched as Ron pathetically made his way out of the office with sweat beads appearing at his forehead.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"What time am I meeting this partner?"

"Umm," Ron closed his eyes to recall. "Nine o'clock tonight. That's when Three Broomsticks is at its fullest."

"Oh will you just tell me who my partner is-" But the door had already slammed in the middle of her protests.

"You'll know when you see!" He screamed from behind the door. "Plus, I arranged a private table for you, just ask the bartender!"

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She Apparated just outside of Three Broomsticks a quarter to nine. She was frowning. It was snowing; The streets were thick with layers of snow. She pulled her hood off as she marched confidently into the pub, her eyes raking the tables.

You'll know when you see, she reminded herself. All the same, she couldn't help but feel the same grudge to Ron. Damn him and his stupid habits. She stood in the threshold, searching.

Three Broomsticks was indeed, full. Ever since Voldemort's death, wizards had come to seek refuge here, to interact with other wizards and to celebrate good health. She brushed the hair out of her eyes once before stepping between the tables to the busy bartender, Madam Rosmerta.

"Good evening, Madam Rosmerta," Hermione said politely. "Ron reserved a table for me to meet someone?"

She led her to a small table next to the window, fit for two people. She sat down, looking around. Her partner hadn't showed up, yet.

"I'm sure he'll come in a few moments' time." Madam Rosmerta said reassuringly. Hermione gaped. She was in on it?

"Madam, do you know who I'm supposed to meet?"

"Oh, yes. I thought you did, good lord!" She exclaimed.

"Could just tell me-"

But they were interrupted then, by a witch seemingly drunk. It was Lavender Brown. How odd, isn't she supposed to be with Ron? She thought curiously. They are engaged... What's she doing here? Lavender was laughing loudly from across the pub, slopping firewhisky down her front. Madam Rosmerta blushed and rushed forward to escort her out of the pub.

One hour passed.

Hermione had been immsersed in the past, staring out the window into the dark night. Memories of Ron, holding his hand as they fell asleep. Their kiss. How warm his hugs were, and how they seemed to brighten her day entirely-

She looked up just as someone sat down at her table.

A familiar someone, a person that triggered a wave of negativity the moment she registered his face.

He wasn't smiling. In fact, his face paled even more, and his face twisted until it seemed molded into a permanent grimace.

Blonde hair and gray eyes.

"Draco Malfoy? Really?"

Hehe. I'll update probably tomorrow or this weekend.

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