"Finite incantatem." Hermione mumbled with a wave of her hand. The charmed alarm she'd set last night quieted, and she groaned into a pillow. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Keeping her eyes closed, she fumbled for her wand on the nightstand.

"Tempus." She whispered, peeking open one eye to check the conjured numbers. 6:45. She sighed and ran a hand over her face.

"I suppose I should get up." She grabbed the pillow next to her and put it over her face for a moment, taking solace in the darkness it provided. Outside the bedroom window a bird chirped. She frowned and threw the pillow at it.

"Can't they nest somewhere else?" She grumbled to herself, standing and stretching. She walked into the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker, but she paused as she reached the doorway. Her eyes had forced the rest of her to stop walking when they'd noticed the letter from McGonagall on the table.

"Shit."

She grabbed it, hastily. Turning it over in her hands, she looked for any signs that it'd been read or otherwise messed with.

She sighed in relief. It looked the same as it had last night. Maybe Ron hadn't seen it. She bit her lip worriedly. She shoved the letter in her briefcase, which was still laying on the counter where she'd left it a few days ago, before turning to the coffee maker.

-Dramione-

"Weasely, Potter, Kinglsey wants you in his office. Now." Savage snapped at the two aurors as he walked by their desks. Ron rolled his eyes at the back of the head auror's head.

"Yes your highness." Ron said under his breath. He shuffled the papers he'd been working on into a pile and stood.

"Give the man a break, he's stressed." Harry said, clapping a hand on his red-headed friend's shoulder. Ron shrugged.

"So am I. Doesn't give me an excuse to be a wanker, does it?"

"Neither does being jealous that you didn't get the position of head auror." Harry said, glancing at Ron as they walked to the Minister's office.

"Oi. I am not jealous." He said with a huff. Harry simply nodded and kept walking.

"It was just because he seniority anyways." He muttered.

"And you say you're not jealous." His childhood friend replied. Harry pushed hair back with his hand and sighed. He was getting increasingly more and more tired of hearing this conversation.

"I'm not. I'm just saying it's not fair. That's all." Ron responded, biting the inside of his lip. "Savage never does anything. Just sits on his ass. Why didn't Kinglsey give the position to someone who actually contributes to the department?"

"Like you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. The redhead shook his head.

"Or you."

"Look, I'm sure that Kingsley had his reasons for picking Savage." Harry said, sighing. He rubbed his eyes in frustration.

"I know." Ron paused, looking at the other man. "Anyways, what do you think Kinglsey wants to see us for?"

"I'm hoping a lead." Harry pushed his glasses further up on his nose.

"You're in luck then." A deep voice said from behind the two. The two men rolled their eyes at the Minister. He enjoyed messing with the aurors in an attempt to keep them on their toes, according to him.

"Really? What is it?" Harry asked the older man. Kinglsey stepped forward between the two.

"I think that's a conversation for my office, don't you?" Kinglsey said, raising his eyebrow as he looked down at the other

"Of course, sir." He said with a nod of his head. He looked over at Ron and furrowed his brows. The redhead shrugged back at him.

"In we go." Kinglsey said, opening his office door and waiting for the other two to step in before him. Harry and Ron walked in and sat in the two blue cushioned chairs in front of the Minister's desk.

"Now, you two went to school with a Gregory Goyle, correct?" He asked as he settled into his own chair.

"Yea. He was one of Malfoy's goons." Ron said with a snort.

"Have either of you seen him since your time at Hogwarts?" They both shook their heads.

"I haven't seen him since the Death Eater trials. I figured he'd left the country or something." Harry said, leaning back.

"That's what we thought as well; however, it appears as if Mister Goyle is back in London. " Kinglsey paused and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, "We found his wand at the last murder."

"At the last murder? I searched that crime scene myself, and I didn't see anything." Ron said, his voice raising.

"Another body was found this morning. Trisha Buttermere. I believe she worked at Twilfitt & Tattings." Kingsley replied with a sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Are we sure she was killed by the same person as the others?" Harry asked, his forehead furrowing again. Kinglsey pulled a sheet of paper from one of the files on his desk and handed it to Harry.

"She was strangled with a piece of wire and there were traces of lovage in her stomach, just like the others." Harry said as he read the incident report.

"And you say they found Goyle's wand on the body?" Ron asked. He'd known Buttermere. She'd been at Hogwarts with them, but he couldn't remember if she'd been in one of the classes above or below him.

"Not quite. It was actually found in the gutter next to the body." Harry muttered as he continued reading, "They tested the wand. It was used to conjure wire."

"That's it then. Goyle's our guy." Ron said with a sigh of relief. They'd been chasing this killer for months.

"We don't know that for sure." Kinglsey said gruffly, "I need you two to track him down and bring him in, so we can get a confession." Ron rolled his eyes and stood.

"Of course, sir. We'll get right on it." Harry said, nodding at his boss. He took the folder that held all the information on the most recent killing from Kinglsey's outstretched hand. The two left the office and headed back to their desks.

"Any idea where he could be?" Harry asked, as he skimmed through the folder.

"None. Let's canvas the Leaky Caludron and see if we can pick up any information." Ron said as they reached their desks.

"Alright. Want to head out now? We can get lunch while we're there." Ron nodded at his partner.

"Works for me. Oh hey, speaking of food. Are you going to Mum's for dinner tonight?" Ron asked Harry.

-Dramione-

"Draco?" Hannah nudged the blond man, trying to get his attention

, "Why in the world are you still here? Your shift ended an hour ago."

He sighed and sat up. The locked his hands together, reached back and stretched.

"One of my patients started having her baby during her appointment. Then there were complications. I just got out of the delivery room." He told his coworker.

"Yikes. Mom and baby okay?" She asked as she sat next to her friend.

". The baby's premature and a little underweight, but healthy. Mom was fine after a Pepper Up and a blood replenisher." He said with a tired smile.

"Good. Though, I wouldn't expect anything less from you." She said, taking her hair out of her ponytail. Draco glanced over at her, noticing her lack of green robes.

"You off?" He asked her.

"Yup, was just heading out to get some lunch." She said as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get the crease from the rubberband that had been holding up her ponytail out.

"Ah. Have fun. I'll probably stick around for a bit to see if they need any help. It's been a pretty busy day."

"You're more than welcome to join me." She said with a smile.

"I'm fi-" Hannah cut him off.

"Draco, you need to eat. You're running yourself ragged. You're in no position to help anyone right now." She said, looking him over and taking in the bags under his eyes and his rumpled robes.

"Okay. Okay. What are you, my mother?" He said, rolling his eyes and standing. She winked at him.

"I would hope not."

Draco hung his healer's robe in his cubbie and grabbed his jacket he'd left there this morning. Shrugging it on, he nodded at Hannah.

"Ready?" He asked her.

"Yup." She said with a smile. The two walked towards the hospital's apparition point. Hannah scooted closer to him, letting their hands bump together as they walked.

-Dramione-

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I've been out of state visiting family. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading. Please review! :)