Draco woke up, grimacing as he done so. He pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn't enough that he was feeling guilty for disbelieving his Auror partner. No, he just had to have damn dreams about Potter too, just to make himself feel worse, even if his cock disagreed with him. The dreams would start out innocently enough, Draco wanting to help Potter heal, and being a Veela had certain advantages. He could use his aura to help soothe her. If he could just help her, like how she helped others. But the dreams would move quickly, he would catch glimpses of removing Potter's clothing, of bare creamy skin, Potter's breasts. Potter lost in lust, Potter losing control ...

Draco groaned, turning to his bedside table, 'This is all your fault,' he muttered at the book, which lay on it, one of James Evans's. Draco had to hand it to him, whoever he was, he was a decent writer. Decent, but damn annoying. Draco had only read the books, so he could avoid speaking with Potter. After her regularly invading his dreams, Draco couldn't quite look her in the eye. Also, he was feeling slightly guilty of eavesdropping in on her conversation, with who Draco assumed now to be a family member of hers if their conversation had been anything to go by. Draco was also taking all lengths to avoid seeing Weasley, whilst he was on leave, though he had met the newest Weasley member; Hugo.

To make matters worse, their killer had gone quiet ... the third killing in the book was overdue, and Draco was not looking forward to this one. The double killing. Draco hoped the killer hadn't moved onto a different book of James Evans. Especially the most recent; Kai Mason and the Copycat. The killer took on the victims identities or innocent parties identities to kill his victims. An idea James Evans got from by just using a different name to his own identity.

With a heavy heart, he got up and went to take a cold shower. When he entered his office, he felt no less miserable, slouching in his chair, he stared at his desk, rubbing his temple, trying to figure out how to deal with his latest problem. Draco looked across the room, to his partners' desk, Potter, of course, was not in yet, though it would not remain that way for long. However, there was a package upon the Weasley's desk. A brown box, of a medium size. Noticing the box, he immediately knew something was off. He had not noticed the smell as he walked into the room, as his thoughts had been elsewhere. But there was definitely a dank, sickening smell ... like something had gone off, coming from Weasley's desk. Draco threw himself to his feet, and approached the offending package cautiously, wand at the ready. He began muttering under his breath, wand waving over the box, checking for Dark curses. He found nothing.

'Anything?' A voice asked from behind him, making him spin around quickly. Potter was eyeing the box critically.

'No,' Draco replied, surprised by the softness of his own voice. 'No harmful curses has been placed upon the box.'

'Umm,' Potter said, looking rather thoughtful, though her eyes never wavered from the package.

Slowly she walked closer to the desk, stopping beside Draco. He felt the blood rush to his face, feeling frozen to the spot, after not speaking to her because ... well, he thought it was best - but to be now standing next to her, like this, after - after - those dreams, it made his heart beat erratically.

'Well, we can't just stare at it all day,' Potter said, 'We best open it, find out what exactly is causing that smell.'

'Wait,' Draco said, stopping her from touching the package, 'I'll do it -' He stopped himself from adding the just in case. He grabbed the penknife, and slit the box open. He choked as the smell from the box grew stronger, when he pulled back the flaps, and then he looked inside it - he was stunned.

'Malfoy?' Potter asked, her voice concerned.

When he did not reply, Potter moved closer, he put an arm out to stop her.

'You don't want to see this -' Draco rasped, shaking his head.

Potter, moved his arm downwards, and pulled the box towards her, looking inside it, turning green.

'Bastard!' Potter spat out, looking away quickly. Draco couldn't help but agree with her. 'Complete and utter bastard. What kind of person? - How could they?'

Potter was lost for words, and Draco did not blame her.

'This wasn't in the book, it wasn't in any of the books,' Draco said, looking at her for the first time in ages. He regretted this within moments of doing so, her face was only inches from his. Her green eyes had been full of rage and determination, though the emotions quickly turned to one of surprise.

'You read them - the books - James Evans's books?'

'I am capable of reading - P-Potter,' he didn't miss the way he stuttered her surname. 'So yes, I read them, I wanted to know what the killer would be planning to do next.'

'Well, no, you are right,' Potter said, her face still inches away from his, 'Sending the victims head, that was severed off, to the Aurors in charge of the case, was not in the books. The bastard thought of this one, all on their own,' she went to close the lid of the box, noticing a piece of parchment attached to the underside of one of the flaps. Potter pulled it off, staring at it, muttering under her breath. Draco was sure he heard the words "arsehole" and "won't get away with this", " won't let them". Draco took the parchment from her, the parchment was a note - a note from the killer. Cocky git! The killer had actually given them the timing and the whereabouts, of where they were going to strike next.

'They can't think that we're going to just let them get away with this, or from us,' Potter said, Draco turned his head back to her, noticing the fire that had been lit in her eyes.

'Well, they do, but that doesn't mean they are going to,' Draco said, moving away from her, heading towards the door, 'I'll speak to Bentley, put a team together.'

He just reached the door, when he heard three words, that made him stop in his tracks.

'I want in.'

Draco couldn't help himself, he smirked, it seemed Potter didn't need healing, after all, no she just needed to help. The killer had done the wrong thing, they had antagonized her. And Draco had learned a long time ago, one never ... never got on Potter's nerves and lived without there being consequences. Harianna Potter was back. Draco opened the door, smirk still in place, as he went to find the Head Auror.