The day started off like any other for Draco. He woke up with an unopened letter from his father and his window opened, making a breeze blow his hair.

He went down the ladder and smelt the classic breakfast made by Charlie. Charlie and Leo had ealier shifts the morning, which left the kitchen to Draco. He grabbed a plate of toast with eggs and filled his stomach.

"So much better than the dining hall," He said out loud.

Draco stood up, stretched, and with a wave of his wand he cleaned up the kitchen.

With the kitchen clean his last objective was to water the humming plant. He filled up a small glass with water and poured it into the dirt it sat in. The little plant gave off a powerful hum as it was watered. Draco felt delighted just as the plant did.

With his face near the plant, something outside the window caught his eye. Across the branch, a figure of moved in the trees. A creeping feeling went up his spine.

He backed up from the window, made sure the back door was locked and headed up to his room.

Draco looked from his top story window into the woods. His gaze lingered for a long time to see if he saw anything. Nothing had appeared to be there. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it what saved him that day from the river? Was it his new stalker, Potter?

Too many questions ran through his head, his hands started to shake as his mind wandered.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and wished Charlie was with him. Charlie always made him feel safe, warm, and grounded. Charlie wasn't here now though, so he needed to snap out of his thoughts. With that he stood up, grabbed his healing robes, his broom, and headed out for his day of work.

It was a quiet morning as he flew down the path. Miriam, the old healing lady was outside on her porch, and he gave her a wave as he flew past. He luckily didn't notice a particular Aurora following him either.

The first weeks with Potter at the reserve, Draco was to keen to notice anywhere he'd go, Potter had always been lurking in the shadows. Draco had nothing to hide so maybe Potter got the clue when no evidence turned up.

Draco landed at the healing cabin and began his day of work. He wasn't out on the feild today, which he didn't mind. A replay of him falling towards his death was always in the back of his mind going out onto the reserve.

Annabelle and Draco began discussing the death of Indigo and how their were no new leads. The day went by slow due to a no injury's happening on the reserve. They were at three days with no injury's- almost a record.

The work day was soon over an Draco found himself lounging on his bed staring out into the backyard forest. The sun had began to set into the trees. His body jumped as he heard the front door bust open. Heavy footsteps walked through the house, the footsteps he recognized as Charlies.

"Draco! You up there?" Charlie shouted from downstairs.

Draco peeked his head out where the ladders opening was, "Sure am" he called down.

Charlies bright freckled face smiled up to him, "I'm coming up." Charlie said as he proceeded up the ladder.

The large red head gave Draco a big hug once he seen him.

"Uhg, you stink Charlie." Draco said as he plugged his nose.

Charlie mearly winked at him, "You know you like it." He teased.

They sat on the bed together. Draco sat indian style, while Charlies booted feet sat on the floor. Draco had a pet peeve about shoes being on furniture.

Draco moved to sit behind Charlie and started to rub his shoulders, "So, have you heard anything about who killed Indigo?" asked Draco.

Charlie leaned into his massage, and sighed, "No. Nothing yet"

After Charlies shoulders were massaged he moved onto his back.

"Has he been following you around again?" Charlie asked.

"Surprisingly, no. Not today... Maybe Potter put his efforts into actually looking for real clues, instead of me." Draco answered as he dug his fists into Charlies back letting off some steam in the process.

Charlies body jumped at the sudden pressure into his back, "Easy now!" He laughed. "Look I talked to Harry the other day and told him to back off of you-"

"Whoa, you didn't have to do that." said Draco as he cut Charlie off.

"Yes, yes I did. I told him if he wanted to actually help the reserve he'd get nowhere going after you. The only odd thing going on with you is those letters sent by your dad, and Harry just shrugged it off." Charlie continued. "Once I told him too, to leave you alone he really said he would and that he was acutally sorry in wasting his time."

Draco stopped his massage, and gave a nervous laugh, "Well that's a surprise. At least now maybe we'll get some answers about what's going on here."

"Thanks for the massage, now your turn." Charlie said as he turned his back and looked towards Draco.

The blonde smiled, "Sounds like we're the only ones here right now.. maybe you can massage something else for me." He smirked.

The two found themselves drifting off into sleep, Draco's head on Charlies toned chest, as an owl started to tap at the window.

Both of them jumped with the sudden noise.

"Crap" Draco said as he got up and unlatched the window. "I normally leave it open, so it doesn't scare Burtie botts beans out of me."

"Can't believe he won't let up with those letter." Charlie yawned, he put his hand on Draco's bare shoulder. "Set it down, and don't worry about him."

Draco listened and went back to his comfortable position, using Charlie as his pillow. He let his mind calm and his eyes began to droop.

Suddenly, Charlie said to him, "I forgot to tell you." He whispered. "I've got a surprise planned this weekend."

"How is it a surprise if you've just told me?" replied Draco in a same whispered voice.

Charlie's body quakes with a small laughter, "Okay, I guess it's not really a surprise, but I planned a campfire Saturday. Me, you and the guys, getting drunk and having some fun."

The idea seems great to Draco, even though he's never been to a campfire get together before. As long as Charlie is there, he know it'll be a good time.

"Sounds great Charlie." He says.

In no time, the two of them drift into sleep, with a slight wind blowing on them through the open window.

A few hours pass by and Draco bolts awake, his heart racing, eyes wide, as he hears the front door bust open.