Thanks for all the great reviews! It means a lot :D

I saw the new Percy Jackson film the other day and it was FAB! :D Logan Lerman ;P The books are great I recommened them to anybody :D

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or Bones I would be sunning myself in one of my many holiday homes or possibly watching Canada VS. USA live and not just at home! Still going to be cheering on Team Canada!

Since Harry was still laid up in hospital, Hermione accompanied Draco Malfoy to pay their main suspect David Hollings a visit. It had indeed been Harry who had asked Draco to meet them at the Hospital, apparently using a phone that was clearly not allowed in a hospital.

Harry's only rely was a small shrug, 'How else will I keep track of you, not to mention the case, when you aren't here?'

Seeing that she was about to protest he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and making sure that Luna was occupied flirting with Draco, he leant forward to whisper into her ear, 'And before you say how chauvinistic it is, it's just how I was brought up. You're my responsibility; even more so now.'

Draco's driving was widely different from Harry's. Harry seemed to hate driving in silence, his car always filled with either music or general chatter, he said it relaxed him. 'When your on edge it's the time when you make mistakes. And we're told in the Aurors that Mistakes Cost Lives.' He had told her on one such car journey.

Draco however seemed content to drive in silence. He would make the occasional comment, about Harry or the general case, never going into tremendous detail and always leaving long pauses between comments as if revelling in how quickly the silence returned. His driving seemed a lot calmer too.

Not that Harry's wasn't a good driver, yet there were times where Hermione herself would have waited at junctions or crossings when Harry did not. The speed and risk taking seemed to increase if they had the red and blue police flashers on. Draco seemed a more cautious driver, he would always leave enough space between him and the vehicle in front, never leaving a junction so that a driver would have to brake and always being the first to allow other driver through before him. She almost missed Harry's reckless manner as she was faced with the silence of Draco's.

"So you know where we're going right?" He asked, his voice gruff as he gently pushed his black sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

"We're going to see a Mr. David Hollings." She replied, chancing a look at him only to find him staring obediently out of the windscreen, observing the traffic situation around him. "The main suspect in the other murders that took place around five years ago."

"Right, the son-of-a-bitch managed to wriggle his way out of the last investigation, smarmy bastard." Draco growled, his hands tightening on the wheel as he continued to look straight out in front of him. "Not this time though. We've got him this time."

Hermione was shocked, Draco had never been one for shows of excessive violence or even any form of showing his emotions. Wearing their heart on their shelves seemed to be Harry's area of expertise. This guy must of really got to Draco for him to react this way.

"Sorry," He apologised, loosening his grip on the steering wheel, and pushed his sunglasses up his nose, "It was unprofessional of me. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Don't worry," Hermione reassured gently, going over Harry's and Draco's notes on Hollings as they sat in traffic. "Harry does it all the time. I'm used to it."

As she was concentrating on the yellow pad in front of her she didn't notice the small grin appear on Draco's face, "So," he said, his voice light as he spoke, "You and Harry, been together like 5 years now right?"

"You mean as partners?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at his odd question.

"Well technically speaking you're more associates," He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "That's FBI lingo for ya. For the records I'm Harry's partner. Even though we work on different cases a lot of the time."

"So I'm just a helper, an assistant?" Hermione huffed angrily, folding her arms as she stared at the other man, "I told Potter that for me to work on this case it had to be full partnership, not master and servant!"

"Whoa steady on there," Draco defended, chancing a look at her face before returning back to the road, "I never said that Harry doesn't see you as a partner. Just the bosses upstairs won't agree to it. To them squints should stay in the lab."

"What's a squint?" Hermione asked, her anger momentarily forgotten in her curiosity.

"A science geek," Draco said simply before quickly backtracking at the look on her face, "Sorry, us FBI guys call you that because you know 'squint' at things." He squinted at her as if to emphasise his point whilst Hermione only huffed.

"Anyway I meant how long have you and Harry been you know…" He trailed off, waving his hand in a weird motion on the steering wheel.

"Sorry I'm afraid I don't 'know'." She said, frowning at the strange man next to her.

"Oh come on," Draco sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair in a motion that reminded her of Harry, a pang going through her heart as she thought of him sat alone in that stiff hospital bed. He must be so bored. "How long have you been poking the fire, rolling in the hay, tussling in the sack and all that jazz?"

"Oh," Hermione said finally realising what he meant. She almost rolled her eyes. Why is it that men seem to find it hard to talk about sex with women? They were fine bragging about their conquests to other males? "You mean how long have Harry and I been having sex?"

Draco nodded, his plan was working. He knew there was something going on with his friend and his squint partner, he was always going on about her. Draco practically knew everything about her, I mean jeez he wasn't even dating her for crying out loud! But they always shared details on their conquests; ok Draco told Harry about his many conquests whilst Draco badgered Harry into giving details about his. If Harry was going to hold out on him about Granger, then what better way to get the information than from the source. Harry always said that she was very forthright. He could so banter Harry at the next poker game; he couldn't wait.

"Technically we only had sex once." Hermione said, her voice showing no embarrassment or awkwardness and Draco inwardly smiled. Success. "On the day before the explosion."

"What-" Draco said, the shock written on his face as he looked at her incredulously, the car jerking as he temporarily lost control. The driver in the oncoming lane swerved quickly to avoid a collison, beeping their horn loudly. "You mean he held out all these years! Damn Harry, I mean I could never wait that long."

"Thank you."

"Huh," Draco said confused, "For what?"

"I took your admission that you wouldn't have been able to wait that long as Harry before having sex with me as a compliment. I know that I the bone structure and figure that men find attractive, or so I have been told."

"And modest too," Draco joked as he shook his head in amusement. Harry was so right about this one.

"I am merely stating fact." She replied, shrugging her shoulders, "It's what I do for a living you know."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence and a few moments later, Draco signalled to turn into the parking lot of an apartment complex; old style red brick and around four stories tall.

"Right," Draco said, switching off the engine and turning to face her. "Are you ready to meet our main suspect?"

I was going to end there but I'm not that mean :D

Hollings' flat was on the third floor, Draco leading the stream of FBI techs, up the narrow staircase, flashing his badge at the startled couple on the second floor landing before ordering them back into their flat.

Hermione followed the feds at a more relaxed pace, keeping up with Draco in front of her, who seemed to be keeping a very close watch on her. What she didn't know was whether it was Harry or Kinsley's order or a strange curiosity from him that kept his gaze on her.

Coming to a stop outside the second door on the third floor landing, painted a dark burgundy colour, a small gold number ten placed neatly in the middle, Draco held up his fist, indicating them all to stop. He waited for silence before rapping his knuckles firmly on the door;

"David Hollings. FBI. Open up."

The group waited for in silence for a few moments before Draco began to unlatch his gun from it's holster on his hip repeating his command through the door. Hearing no answer, Draco moved backwards and away from the door, his body getting ready to kick the door down, before a small shuffle and the sound of latches being lifted met their ears and the door was swung open.

"Why Agent Malfoy, what are you doing here?" David Hollings asked, his tone smug as he looked at the team of FBI techs and Hermione behind Draco. Hermione had to stop her lip from curling. She could see why the ratty little man irritated Harry and Draco so much. He was small for a man, have a rough guess at around 5 foot 6 or 7, his watery brown eyes squinting at them behind bushy brows and his thinning brown hair reminded her of a mouse, or possibly a rat. "This isn't about that grizzly murder that was on the news yesterday was it? Terrible thing," he shook his head as if in disbelief before returning his gaze back to Draco. "I hope you don't think I had anything to do with it Agent Malfoy?"

Draco lips tinned in annoyance and he practically ripped the warrant out of the FBI techs' hand, "This," he said, almost pushing it in the man's face, "is a warrant to search your house for the items present. Now if you don't mind, stand aside."

The man's watery eyes scanned furiously over the paper, saying nothing as he met Draco's stony gaze and stepped aside, allowing Draco, Hermione and the other FBI techs enter the building.

Hermione scanned the room. Clearly his living room, Hollings seemed to try and keep his belongings to a minimum, a small television stood neatly on a wooden table, a small leather couch opposite and a small wooden coffee table sat between them. It was the large green coloured bowl on the coffee table that caught her eye.

She walked quickly over to it, leaning down and gently picking up small red pocket knife in a gloved hand, turning back to the Draco and Hollings. "Can I open this?"

"Of course," Hollings said, his lip curling as he looked at her, "Your warrant says that you can look for anything that you want to."

Hermione said nothing yet turned away from the other two men and gently pulling the blades out of the pocket knife. She sighed after examining the last blade before placing it back on the table. She saw and felt Draco come closer and whispered; "It's clean. No nicks." She sighed and looked over her shoulder at Draco; "He's smart. He knew that we would be looking for and left one right in front of our noses. Pity it wasn't the right one."

Draco growled under his breath and moved towards the back wall of Hollings' living room. It was the largest area of the whole flat, the other rooms and television area were tiny in comparison. The large leather bound chair facing away from the back wall and towards the front door seemed to indicate that he had just left the seat to greet them and Draco raised an eyebrow.

'If he had just been sitting in the chair then he must have been looking at something around here, something important to him.' Draco thought and then he saw it. Surrounding the back wall of Hollings' apartment was two large shelves. Each shelf cut in odd angles, in a modern design that somehow didn't fit in with the other old fashioned furniture in the flat, and had a large glass bowl or vase on every shelf. At first Hermione thought that he was turning away, 'Maybe we came in too soon.' she thought, watching with mild interest as Draco inspected the jars and bowls of keys on the shelves.

"I guarantee that whatever you are looking for you're not going to find here." Hollings said, his grin smug as he watched them through narrow eyes.

"Wow. There are dozen of keys here." Draco said, his eyebrows raised in awe. Hermione inwardly frowned, she knew that tone of voice. Harry used it a lot when he was trying to get hidden information from a suspect. He said it made them let their guard down and gave him the perfect chance to strike.

Hollings however didn't seem to notice, his eyes sparkled as he looked at his collection; "Yes, tens of thousands."

Draco whistled as he looked at the bowl in front of him, filled to the brim with all sorts of keys and locks. "Maybe we'll just take them down to the Bureau and look through them."

The effect was instant. Hollings' eyes narrowed and the smug grin that he had changed into a sneer. "That's a private collection. I'm afraid without cause or a warrant-"

Draco tutted, his grey eyes glinting as he looked at Hollings. He knew he had him. "Oh, you see I do have cause." He said, his voice turning velvety with a hint of smugness as he used his pen to lift up a large golden key. "You see this key here is from a federal building it says do not duplicate and the other one looks like it was used in a burglary just around the corner and oh since you did allow us into your home-'

"This is very rude, Agent Malfoy." Hollings interrupted, a hint of sweat forming on his brow. "I opened my home to you and this is how-"

Hermione ignored him and turned to Draco. "Before anything is removed we should photograph everything. How he's arranged the items in the room could be very important."

Draco nodded and turned to face the other man, his mouth forming a smug sneer. "Games not so fun now is it, Hollings?"

Whooo another chapter down :D

'Till next time :D