The Private Eye

"H.J. Granger, Private Eye-MM, MCD."

"In English, please little-lady."

"Hermione Jane Granger, Private Eye-Ministry of Magic, Magical Crimes Dept."

"Thanks, please wait in the seating area. And feel free to read the magazines."

I walked over to the 'seating' area with the secretary's eyes on me. Checking out the coffee table I found old copies of Quidditch Today and dog-eared Witch-Weekly. I looked up at the secretary she smiled at me. Did she go to Hogwarts? I can't remember it all seems so long ago.

There is a buzz and she picks up a phone. "Yes…" She looks at me "If you think so, …sure right away Miss…erm…Yes I am sorry Mrs Malfoy."

Okay, stop the video; there are a few things you need to know. Firstly the war is over, it has left the magical world a pool of crime. Scum and low-lives walk the streets, but times are hard, organised crime it over and petty crimals are all that's left. So yes as a Private Eye times are very hard. Now I have to take every opportunity that comes my way.

"Ms Granger, Miss- Mrs Malfoy will see you now." The secretary recovers. She motions to an office on her left and continues to write, quill scraping the parcharment.

"Pansy. I can call you Pansy right?"

"Erm…"

"Good. Because I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. We would want that, would we?"

"No."

"Why am I here Pansy?"

"Dra-My husband, I need you to-"

"Spy on him?"

"Right."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Find out if he is or has ever had an affair. Get close, real close Hermi-"

"Ms Granger."

"Erm, right, get close Ms Granger."

"Fine, I'll contact you when I know something."

With that I left. I did my homework on the Malfoy's. It seem suspicion entered their marriage soon after the Dark Lord had left it. The irony is that and old colleague of mine, Spencer is working for the blonde rat himself. Apparently both ends of the marriage think the others having an affair.

I couldn't give a flying fuck about the Malfoy Saga but for a thousand gallons I can sure as hell 'get close' to Malfoy. Hey, sneaking comes at a price, and I am worth every knut. Yes, not to sound too egotistical, but I am a star. I have contacts. My father was in the 'English Mafia' and during the war I made some very shady deals.

I even got into the deatheater's inner circle as a spy, six months in prison before people realise who I really was.

When I want to be I am completely untraceable. So imagine how degrading it is to work for suspicious husbands, and desperate wives. Yes, a low blow. But like I said times are hard.

"Hello. Welcome to my home. My name is Draco Malfoy but as my personal assistant you can call me Sir, or Mister Malfoy. Understood?"

"Yes"

"Good now tell me about yourself."

"My name is Jane Bond and I have good references from the Zambini's-"

"Yes, yes alright, now as my assistant you would be on call 24/7 and would be expected to live at Malfoy Mansion. Understand?"

"Yes"

"Good"

One glamour charm later and I was being interviewed then hired by Draco Malfoy as his PA (personal assistant). I figure if I can get him to try to start 'relations' with me then I know he is unfaithful. Plus living in the Mansion I can see who comes and goes and also find an intriguing item. The diary of Mr Malfoy.

I look at my reflection, auburn hair, my normal brown eyes, and my own pale skin. I am a little taller but the trick with glamours is to make them as close to your original self as possible. That way you can sustain them for years at a time. I add some make-up and put on a red dress. No harm in showing some skin right?

I turn to my bed; it is covered in packing cases and my belongings. With a flick of my wand it is all taken care of and putting a black set of robes over my dress I leave via floo to go to Malfoy Mansion. Home for the next couple of weeks.