"Hey Mate... what's with the box?" Blaise stared at me, fearful. "Did we get fired?"

"Might as well. I have to resign from the Sumner Case since I knocked up the reporter that's been killing his character via newspaper for the last nine months."

I sat down on the couch, not happy about my day. My parent's bloody lost it at lunch. Dad was so mad he turned our table into a pile of dust unwillingly. Mum just walked out of the restaurant without saying anything. I was officially disowned, taken out of their wills and ordered to change my last name as to not shame it anymore.

And naturally, things only got better when I went to work to meet with a new client. After that, Sebastien informed me that I was an arrogant imbecile who obviously missed 'The Talk' then proceeded to claim he would never trust me again. Five minutes later I was given full reigns on important case he needed done by the book and in favor of our client. Needless to say he defiantly lost all faith in me. I glanced through the box he'd put on my desk. The case was pretty simple, though very drawn out. With the wealth of Mademoiselle Laureen's family and the amount of time it would take, I would have a stable paycheck for at least the next year.

"Good." My mate told me, sitting beside me with relief. Merlin forbid I lose my job and burden his expenses! There was a moment of silence before he spoke again with a coy smile. "So, you stayed with Astoria last night?"

"Yeah." I told him, rubbing my face. I was too stressed too early in the day.

"And...?" Of course the perv wanted details. "Does she still talk in Romanian when she's at it?"

"Just because we stayed together doesn't mean... wait, she did that with you too?"

He nodded, sitting back. "Yeah. She's kinda loud about it too."

"What about the wandless magic?" I asked. Potter's rubbish was still, pathetically, with me.

Blaise shrugged. "She's gained more control over it. When we shagged, we were floating part of the time. It was kind of freaky in a good way. Though... it was like her mind elsewhere the entire time."

I smirked at him, laughing. "Maybe it was that bad, Mate."

"Pansy was sick after you popped her skin, so you have no room to talk." That silenced me instantly.

Blaise left for dinner with his mother and I decided to start on the Laureen Case. After I filed copies of files from her previous lawyers, I noticed that she had included a copy of her will. I guess she wanted me to handle everything. I glanced at it and my heart stopped beating when a name stood out to me.

'To my goddaughter, Alicea Gout, my engagement ring in hopes you use it to your needed accomplishments. And Astoria Greengrass, whom will not remember me, a book of truth that may only be seen by your eyes.'

There was a sharp knock at my door that broke my thoughts. I left the files out, closed and locked my office door and went to answered it, my mind still racing. I opened it and found the empty hall of our penthouse. Somehow, I was pushed out of my doorway and the door to my flat shut with me outside. I tried to open it but it was locked and I left my wand inside. I sighed and walked down the stairs, figuring the kids on the second floor were playing another pre-Halloween prank.

I found Norman at his usual spot at the door. I told him my situation and he followed me up to unlock my door. Once it opened, a white cat came out. I stared at it with confusion as the doorman jumped back and shooed it. The cat hissed and ran off.

"I apologize, Mister Malfoy. White cats are bad luck where I come from. I suggest you find yourself a pentagram and where it for awhile." Norman told me in a thick accent.

I rolled my eyes when he'd gone, wondering when my life was going to get simple again. I walked back to my office door with the thought of retiring early that night and my nob caught my eye. The brass was scratched up as if someone had tried to unlock it with...

"A cat claw."

I opened it quickly and looked around. Everything was where I'd left it... almost. An envelope that had been sealed before was now open. I picked it up and turned it around, a large book falling on my desk. My curiosity got the better of me and I opened it, only to find blank pages throughout it. I glanced at the inside of the cover and suddenly became confused. The name 'Asteria Gondolier' was written into the brown leather in gold lettering. I sighed and decided not to call Sebastien. It wasn't like this was a major case and I was too tired to get yelled at over something else I had 'done wrong'.

The next two weeks went by quicker than I expected. By the time I caught up on Mademoiselle Laureen's Case, prepped for pre-trail on the Bulstrode Case and helped Gerald on the Sumner case after we found out he wasn't good at murder trials; I was wiped. But even in complete exhaustion, my job never ended. So I continued with my schedule. My first meeting with Laureen was scheduled around lunch, which I planned on questioning her about her will; a three o'clock meeting with Potter, again; and then Mother asked to meet me at five, which I was dreading.

"Camera, I'm heading out." I told the secretary.

She smiled as she stopped me real quick. "Draco, how's Greengrass doing?"

"Ah... well." I told her, caught off guard. I hadn't seen Astoria in two weeks and kept myself busy to avoid realizing it too much. "Why?"

"My niece is a reporter for Witch Weekly and she's attempting to do a report on the loss of your availability." She chuckled when she saw my glare. "I'll tell her your busy."

I arrived at Mademoiselle Laureen's Manor early. I knocked on the door, looking at a statue by her door. A woman in an off shoulder dress with long hair and a curvy frame held her hand up, as if saying stop. It reminded me a little of Astoria. I sighed when I realized I was allowing myself to think about her. Despite the fact she was accustomed to the 'lawyers diet', I felt guilty not seeing her for so long. Seconds later a door opened and a heavy, read haired witch came out.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to see Mademoiselle Laureen. Draco Malfoy, her new lawyer."

The woman shook her head. "No one by that name lives here."

I pursed my lips."Is this not Laureen Manor?"

The witch stared at me, shrugging. "That was the old woman that died here a year ago. My Dad just bought the place from her family. Would you like their address?"

I went back to the office and flooed the home of the nephew but no one was home. I swore, walking to Sebastien's office. He sat at his desk, writing. "Hey Malfoy. How was your meeting?"

"There wasn't one since she's dead."

The red haired man looked up, stunned. "Francyne Gisele died!"

"No, Mademoiselle Laureen." I told him. My employer looked confused. "You said you would put a new case for me to work on my desk, which was the Laureen Case."

"No... I put the Gisele file on your desk." Sebastien corrected me. "Who's Laureen?"

I stared at him, completely bewildered. I walked out in the office and spoke loudly.

"Did anyone lose a file for Laureen and take Francyne Giseles instead?"

Derrick, a albino newbie walked up to me with red cheeks and a box. "Sorry about that, Malfoy. I put it on your desk when Gerald squirted ink on my robes. I must have mixed them up."

I rolled my eyes at him, taking the file. "I'll bring Laureen's from home tomorrow. Don't screw up like this again!"

"Yes Sir!"

I left for Potter's after that, swearing. This was exactly why I hated working with so many people in an office. Things were misplaced and it only made more work for me. Potter and Weasley were playing a game of Wizards Chess when I walked in. They looked up in acknowledgment and then went on with their game. I rolled my eyes and laid my briefcase down.

"I'm assuming our meeting's been rescheduled?"

"No, three more minutes Malfoy." Weasley grunted, calling another move. He grinned as he gained control of the board.

"Bloody hell!" Potter swore, unsure how to get out of the position he was in. I glanced at the board and sighed in shame. He glanced at me and called my mouthed indication.

"'Arry, how did you know about that!" Weasley yelled when his king was destroyed. He looked at me and then back to his friend suspiciously. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No, I'd blame your mother for that face. Potter, the meeting?"

"You know, I don't know how Greengrass deals with you." The red head wizard stated as he rose. "I hope she knows the one in her womb will be the same."

"At least it won't have your face. Tell Granger I apologize."

Potter ushered him out before he could reply. The door closed and he looked at me, sighing. "Somethings just don't change with you two."

"Milicent has requested to see her children." I told him, changing the subject.

"Granted." He sat down, looking back at me. "Malfoy, three witches and two wizards have been confirmed as Fără A umbla."

I turned to leave as soon as he muttered the words. I attempted to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I pulled out my wand and called a few spells but it didn't work. It looked back and pointed at him. "Open it, now."

"Not until you agree to help me." He informed me. "I already told Crider Greengrass the situation and he's begun rekindling his relationship with Astoria to keep her away from me."

"Good. I'm glad someone else knows you're off your rocker. Let me out!"

Potter swore, going red faced. "Bloody Merlin Malfoy! Are you that petty? You would rather risk the life of your child over our days in school then to let us do one simple test! Five minutes is all it would take!"

"Potter, if you don't let me out"- "The people are all safe, Malfoy, and are with their families"- "You have five seconds you bloody prat!"- "You may know them"- "Two!"- "Abigale Montgomery, Marie Ashton,"- "Four!"- "Alicea and Derrick Forester"-

I stopped, stunned. Potter caught my surprise and watched me. "I figured you know them. Their Dad works with yours and Derrick works in your law firm."

"Their parents were also Death Eaters." How I had missed the boys last name was beyond me. I bit my lip, wondering if the Golden Child knew anything about Laureen. I decided to stay quiet in case this was still a load of rubbish to manipulate me. "So what?"

"It's obvious your still not willing to talk to her. And even if I did so, if you and her Dad told her I was lying she'd probably refuse." Potter sighed and rose, opening a folder. "Astoria lives in a place I wouldn't want the mother of my child staying in. Magic Law Enforcement says the crime rate increases three percent every year. Hell, aurors are busting an operation in her building tonight. You don't know if these people are going after her since she's a celebrity. Maybe she should not go home tonight, if you know what I mean."

The door popped open and the black haired man sat back down in his seat. I looked at him, his emphasis filling my head. I left, deciding not to play around with Potter on that one. He may believe in some rubbish theories but he didn't act on things without cause. I stopped by the Prophet to come eye to eye with a heavy blonde witch with thick rimmed glasses popping her gum.

"Is Astoria Greengrass in?"

"Yeah, she's in Andy's office. Who should I tell her is here?"

"Malfoy."

The witches eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. After a few seconds, she rose and practically sprinted. Two minutes after that, she came back with Astoria in her hand. The brunette stared at her and then me and sighed.

"Allyson, you really need to apply for the gossip forum." She turned to me and smiled softly. "What do I owe for the visit, Stranger?"

"Do you have time to take a break? We need to talk privately." I told her evenly.

"If it's important." Astoria's French braid bounced as she nodded. "Let me tell Andy I'm taking off for a personal hour."

Going out of the Ministry was hell. Everyone there was staring as we traveled together, whispering or gawking. If my mind wasn't focused on other matters I probably would have been arrested for public violence. We ended up going to a café in Diagon Alley that had very few people in it. We ordered drinks and when the waiter left, Astoria looked at me.

"What's going on?"

"Has there been anything weird going on around your flat?" I said lightly so no one in the shop would hear. She knitted her brows together in response.

"No... well, there was this thing but I think it was mostly me."

"What thing?" I said, my voice to demanding.

"I suggest you change your tone. I just left work on your request." She said matter-of-factly. "I found a broken bottle in my room that I didn't remember owning and my bedroom window open. I smelt something weird and went to the hallway to avoid it and bumped into Andy. When I went back in, the smell was gone and my window had been shut. I think I might have shut the window though, and the smell was some potpourri that Daphne pawned on me. Why do you ask?"

"What else happened that day? Anything unusual?" The waitress brought us our drinks and left to seat another customer that just entered.

"I woke up, fooled around with you, went to the Ministry to give Potter's secretary some stuff, had lunch with Dad at Sheridan's and went home."

"Did you see anyone out of the ordinary?" I asked, wanting more details.

"I ran into Parkinson and Forester in the bathroom at lunch." Astoria looked at me, throwing me information I could use. "Is this an inquiry or interrogation."

Forester... "Blaise is out of town for the evening. Why don't you come over for dinner and spend the night?"

"Ah, okay. What time?" She asked, caught off guard by my spontaneous offer.

"Be over there at five."

I was really going to have to put on a show to make up for this, not to mention pay Blaise off nicely to get him out of the house. I left my coffee untouched and enough money to cover the tab before rising. Astoria looked at me with a displeased face as I went to leave. I stopped and bent down to kiss her. When she kissed me back, I pulled away and left the shop.

*HarryPotter!*HarryPotter*!HarryPotter*

I stopped by the Board of Directors office after canceling dinner with Mother. She wasn't going to be happy after what I was about to do. Nadine, the secretary smiled. "Your father's in his office, Draco."

"I'm not here to see him. Is Thadeus in?"

The gray haired woman nodded. "He's in his office with his daughter."

"Perfect." I could hit two birds with one stone

I knocked and entered, meeting the familiar black haired man. He was as sickly looking at his daughter and didn't look any better after his heart attack. The woman looked up from her seat on the other side of her father's desk, surprised.

"Draco, Lucius is in his office." I closed the door and looked at both on them. "What do you want, Boy?"

"One of you lot broke into the Astoria Greengrasses apartment, then mine. I'm pretty sure the white cat that locked me out of my flat is an animagus that broke into my files. Whatever you are attempting to do at her apartment tonight, I suggest you terminate. The aurors are onto you."

Both Foresters tried to play arrogant but failed. Finally, the younger gave in

"Someone's getting a tad too paranoid over their slag, Malfoy." Alicea told me matter-of-factly. "If you wanted less trouble, you should have stuck with Parkinson."

"The slag is the mother of my child." I reminded her, looking at her father. "I would walk through fire for her. Back off or you'll regret it."

Thadeus rose and looked at me, strongly. I could tell he was thinking about Father's higher rank here at the office."Give us Laureen's records and nothing else... odd, will come your way. I guarantee it."

I wanted to laugh. The word of a Death Eater was about as worthy as that of a thief.

"Derrick will get them tomorrow and I will suggest that he hand them to another lawyer to advise the will. Sebastien has a policy that family and friends don't represent the wishes of the deceased. He thinks the chance to gain prosperity from it is too tempting to many."

Blaise left willingly when I gave him a thousand galleons to waste that night. After that I cleaned up the mess he had the living room in, I picked up a couple of things and went to work on dinner. I decided to lock and put four different charms on my office so my visitor's curiosity didn't start anymore trouble.

The knock at my door was right on time, to my relief. Astoria smiled darkly as she walked in, putting her bag by the couch. I could tell she was still upset with my behavior from that afternoon.

"It smells good in here. Crab and potato cakes... you're defiantly getting some tonight." She said dryly.

I was hurt by her cold tone. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into an embrace, putting my face into the crook of her neck. Merlin, she smelt good.

"I'm sorry how I spoke to you today. I was just... really aggravated that I hadn't seen you in awhile."

"I tend to have that effect on people." She told me cockily, making me chuckle. A true Slytherin. "Just don't make it a habit to react like that."

I pulled away and gave her a chaste kiss. Astoria smiled into in, sucking on my bottom lip. I moaned when she started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Mm... dinner's... ready." I spoke between kisses.

"Appetizer...first." She grew impatient and started tearing buttons off again.

I smirked as I started pulling off her thermal, the two weeks of being apart taking their toll. If appetizer was going to be this good, perhaps I could convince her to do the levitation trick Blaise had mentioned for dessert.