"Weren't you in Slytherin?" Said a voice behind Daphne. She looked up from her textbook, it was right before her first class in Auror training, and she and the others were waiting outside.

"So what?" She didn't know the girl who stood before her.

"Nothing, it's just a little surprising for a Slytherin to want to be an Auror," she said snidely, "I'm Hannah Avery."

"Pleased to meet you," Daphne forced a smile. Just then the door opened and they had to go in. Daphne was relieved.

Draco sat in the window of The Leaky Cauldron, watching the goings on in Diagon alley.

"Hey," Daphne hopped onto the stool beside him. They had been meeting here every day for the past week. "Anything new?"

"Not even Davis doesn't have any idea who did it."

"Simmons had enemies," Daphne reiterated what she had been reminding Draco of for the past week. Simmons had had enemies, he'd been an outspoken advocate for the modernized legal system based on muggle traditions, so naturally most purebloods objected.

"I know, but that doesn't narrow it down much, let's go over that night again," Draco replied.

"I've already told you, I can't tell if the person who stunned me was male or female," They stared out the window in silence. Tom the bartender brought them a platter the sandwiches, and Daphne grabbed one.

"So, how was your first day?" Draco asked.

Daphne took a moment to swallow her food, "Okay, there was this weird moment before the day began when this other girl came over and was like, 'weren't you in Slytherin?' and she was super weird about it."

"Huh . . . You know they're holding an open service for Simmons on Saturday . . ."

"Okay . . ." Daphne paused, "I don't know if have anything appropriate, I sure I can find something."

"Why would you go?" Said Draco sounding surprised

"Well you're obviously going, I just thought . . . Why shouldn't I, it's an open service," Daphne blundered.

"I just thought it might be weird," Draco protested.

"Why?" asked Daphne, but Draco was looking over her shoulder, "What is it?"

"It's my dad! We have to go!"

"No, I'm not leaving just because you're too afraid to stand up to your dad," Daphne whispered.

"You don't understand, my father would kill me if he knew I was seeing you." Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Just keep your head down I doubt he'll stick around." Daphne watched Lucius Malfoy leave and continue into Diagon alley. Draco didn't say anything for a long time.

"You don't want people to see us together! Why?" Daphne fumed. She knew the reason, but she wanted to force him to say it, then he might realize how ridiculous it was.

"I'm just worried we're moving too fast . . ." said Draco. Oh . . . that hadn't been what she'd expected.

"Really it has nothing to do with my blood status?" She asked.

"I mean . . ." Draco began, "It might be a factor. . ." Daphne sighed and picked up another sandwich.

"Well I'm going to his funeral with you," Daphne persisted. "It will be a good place to gather evidence," she added.

"He was my boss, Simmons was like a . . . um . . . an uncle? Why do you think I'm trying to find his killer?"

"I don't know," said Daphne.

"I thought it was obvious."

"I'll see you on Saturday," she replied firmly.

"Ahh . . ." Draco sighed, defeated, "Okay see you."

Everyone was standing around the dessert table Saturday afternoon. Daphne had a Nanaimo bar in hand, but she wasn't hungry. They were in a large building made for social functions like the funeral they were attending. Everyone agreed it had been a nice service under the circumstances.

"Why are you slithering around here," said Hannah Avery appearing beside Daphne. Daphne folded her arms.

"I'm here with my boyfriend, he worked for Simmons," she said. Just then Draco showed up with two punch glasses in hand. "Thanks," she accepted the glass.

"This must be him," said Hannah.

"What's it to you?" asked Daphne. She couldn't understand why this girl whom she had never even met before Thursday was being so strangely mean, and she couldn't think of a reason for her to bully Daphne like she seemed to be. Luckily at that moment, the room darkened, and a huge white sheet rolled out across one wall. A band struck up a mournful tune and a slide show played, projected onto the sheet. Simmons as a small child blowing out one on a birthday cake, him the in bright yellow robes of a Hufflepuff, and so on.

Later that night Draco and Daphne walked back to Daphne flat.

"I think I have a lead," Draco was explaining.

"Okay," said Daphne, "We'll meet again tomorrow at the Leaky Cauldron," she promised. She kissed him quickly on the cheek and went inside.