"Welcome to my place." Draco muttered as Ginny stepped out of the floo to enter his living room.

The living room was grand and very Malfoy in terms of the expensiveness of the various objects that was spread out perfectly around the room. There was a certain posh elegance to the room that made you certain that Draco Malfoy was more than just well off. The furniture, walls, tables... they were probably- no- definitely- worth more than all the money she had ever had in her life. She wondered where he got all the money from as it didn't seem quite possible for one man to earn so much money...

Draco placed Luna onto his sofa and stared at her with pity before looking at Ginny. He looked fairly upset for some reason.

"Um.. Where's your wife?" Ginny asked before he could say whatever it was that he wanted to say. "I'm just asking because she might find it weird that you've brought two women over to your place without her permission and stuff... Women are like that... getting mad over things like... yeah..."

"You came over to my place as part of my job." He muttered. He then looked at her in a way that pierced her complete attention. "And if you wanted to know... she's... she's dead."

Ginny gasped. "Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry!" She paused for a moment to take in the news. "Where's Scorpius?" she whispered, not trusting herself to speak out aloud.

"He's with his grandfather. My father doesn't trust me to look after him with the state that I'm in. Apparently I've gone crazy."

"I'm so sorry."

There was a splashing noise behind them. Luna was throwing up again.

"How much did she bloody drink to throw up like this?" Draco asked, cleaning up the mess immediately with his wand. He was trying to change the subject.

"I don't know..." She paused. "Draco, if you don't want to talk for now, I'm more than willing to wait. I shouldn't have asked about your wife. I'm really sorry."

"No. The faster we get down to business the better. Her death is partly the reason why I want to talk to you."

Ginny's eyes widened. What had she done? "Di-Did I do something?"

"Well no..." Draco sat himself on an armchair and offered Ginny to sit on the armchair directly across him. "Did you know Blaise Zabini had a brother?" he suddenly asked.

Ginny stared at him curiously. Should she tell him the truth or 'protect' Branimir? Had Branimir done something? She suddenly remembered what his 'friends' had told her earlier. "N-No, I didn't." Ginny said, much to her own surprise. Was her conscience telling her to protect him?

Draco raised an eyebrow. He looked as if he was trying to hold his temper. "Ginny, please don't bother lying, this is serious. Branimir Zabini-Kostadinov has been charged with three murders including that of my wife. My department has got several photos of you two together. You obviously know him and I need to know anything about him as much as possible. We need to track him down and fast. He appears to have a fine taste in women..."

Branimir murdered Draco's wife? Ginny thought with surprise. That couldn't have happened. Branimir was too nice... Did the alleged murders explain his absence from Gary's life? He had been nice enough to send her presents... He couldn't have... He couldn't have... Could he have? "I do know him." Ginny said. "I know him well enough to know that he didn't commit those murders." There was her conscience going on again, telling her that he couldn't have done it...

"Ginny. Has Branimir Zabini-Kostadinov ever told you anything about his family?"

"Not specifically."

"Do you find that rather... weird of him?"

"No... I don't like to talk about my family matters either."

Her rolled his eyes. "He comes from a family of professional killers. His great grandfather was notorious for murdering twelve well known wizards and one hundred muggleborns. He had almost wiped the English population of muggleborns and managed to get away with it clean and free as he's a descendant of the famous Veles Konstadinov who united all of the Slavic Pureblooded Wizards and saved them from killing each other. The Slavic countries couldn't bare having Veles Konstadinov's names smeared like that since he's the one who's united them all. It's the same with his grandfather and father. Grandfather specialised in political people, and his father specialised in rich people. His father's murdering came to an end only after-"

"His mother killed him. It's the same with Blaise's mother. She's notorious for killing all of her RICH husbands, although nobody wants to admit that she did since she's using her money to persuade people to shut up- and she's gotten away with it. I'm telling you, Branimir couldn't have killed your wife. He just couldn't."

"You met his 'friends' earlier. I heard the conversation. You heard them tell you exactly what he could do. They were probably trying to get you two over to him, thank Merlin I got to you two before they got away."

Ginny didn't know what to believe. Had they been trying to kidnap Luna and herself for Branimir?

"Do you know where he is?" Draco asked, a change in his tone of voice. It sounded rough and horrid.

"No, I don't."

He didn't look like he believed her.

"Draco," Ginny said. "I know you are upset with the death of your wife... But I'm telling you Branimir couldn't have done it. How can you be so sure that he did it?"

"Because he was the last person to have been with her according to the spells we casted over her fucking dead body!" Draco yelled. "He's had his hands all over her and my fucking house! He's fucking touched her!" He paused for a moment for angered breath. "It's the same with all the other deaths. They were all women. His mother's dead too, did you know that? He killed his fucking rich mother. I wonder how Blaise is going to react when he finds out. He's going to want to fucking kill him. Blaise had been close to his mummy you know."

Draco was standing now and looking furious and demonic. His fists were clenched tightly and he looked ready to kill. If looks could kill, he was a perfect example.

Ginny remained quiet and kept her mouth shut. She was trying her best to keep bad thoughts from entering her mind. Branimir couldn't have killed all of those women... 'Touched' Draco's wife... A couple of days away couldn't explain the murders of several people... Could it? He didn't look like the type to murder- albeit the fact that most skilled assassinators or whatever they were called didn't look like the type... She didn't want to think that the possible father of her child was a murderer, she just couldn't.

She shut her eyes when Draco threw some of the photos of the dead women towards her. He was trying so hard to convince her that Branimir killed them. It was beginning to work.

"Why are you so silent?" Draco hissed. "Do you finally agree with me? Tell me where he is."

Everything seemed to tell her that Branimir may have- MAY- have killed them. The distorted figures of the women were making her feel like throwing up. "I'm telling you the truth, I don't know where he is." she whispered weakly.

"Well I hope you are telling the truth." Draco hissed. "If the ministry finds out you've been trying to save his bloody arse, you're going to go to Azkaban with him."

There was a sudden ringing of a phone, a muggle phone to be exact. Draco glared at her before answering the phone. He looked at her several times before saying "No, she's not with me. Why? Has she run away?" He paused. "Merlin, she did that? That's cruel..." a few minutes later he hung up.

He smirked at her. "Well, well, well. That was Blaise Zabini himself on the phone. Why has Ginny Grace run away?"

She gave him a curious look. Run away? It then clicked. FUCK! Was he thinking that she was part of the murdering? IMPOSSIBLE! "Whatever you are thinking- I am not part of the murders!" Ginny exclaimed.

"You'll have to try hard explaining why you've run away." He said. "Staying over at the Potter's place? Trying to get Potter to save you from Azkaban? His fame can take him that far being the one who apparently killed Voldermort- Going to use his wife to persuade him?"

"You're twisting everything to fit your own messed ideas!" Ginny cried out. "I am not part of the fucking murders! You can go ask Hermione and Krum themselves! I couldn't have acted along with Branimir anyway since I stayed over at their place during the alleged time!"

"If you are so sure, you wouldn't mind me using vertaserum on you?" He said. It wasn't a question.

Ginny nodded nervously. He better just ask me stuff on what he's supposedly going to ask me... she thought.

An hour later, when the potion wore off, she found herself looking at a dissatisfied Draco.

"I hadn't been lying?" she asked.

"You hadn't been." He grumbled.

Snoring from the background announced Luna's sleeping. It was the soft and stressed kind. Another proof as to the stress she'd been feeling.

"You hadn't been lying about the fact that you didn't know where he was... you aren't part of the murders either... Merlin..." He grumbled on.

"Well, I'm sorry for your loss... I need to leave now." Ginny muttered. "If this is all you wanted me for, I guess my usefulness has come to an end. Goodbye."

She made her way over to the floo when he suddenly spoke.

"What about Luna?" he asked.

"Fuck."

"Yeah... Fuck. She's crazy to have drunk that much." He muttered. "Stay for the night or something. You can leave when she's sober."

The next day

Ginny didn't- or more specifically- couldn't sleep that night. No matter how expensive, soft and extravagant the bed in the guests room had been, she couldn't get herself to fall asleep, especially with Branimir and the murders rolling over and over again through her bloody stressed mind.

Had he killed them? The peaks she took at the photographs had been pretty gruesome in terms of the actual death and the distortion of the bodies... but it just didn't seem like Branimir could have done that albeit being capable of doing so... he was a descendent of murderers after all... professional mum and dad... Ginny shuddered.

An hour later, Ginny and Luna had waved Draco goodbye before flooing back to the Potter's home. Draco had slipped Ginny a note before she had flooed off.

I'm sorry about yesterday, not believing you, but that doesn't mean I believe he didn't kill her. was neatly scribbled on the note. The interrogation yesterday reminded Ginny that he was a part time auror which obviously meant that he interrogated loads of people. Had he taken it easy on her- He couldn't have. This case would be held dear to him since it involved his passed wife...

"Why do I feel like I've been kissed yesterday?" Luna asked as she collapsed onto her sofa. "My head hurts."

Should she tell Luna the truth? "You had a bit too much of a drink." Ginny muttered, which was half of the truth. She definitely didn't want to hear the actual story...

Luna didn't say anything until a while later. "I think I should go get Lily. Daddy's probably really tired by now."

She stood up and walked over to the floo before flooing off, leaving Ginny alone.

There was a sudden pecking on the window, and when Ginny turned to look, she saw a dark looking owl pecking gently against the window. She opened the window and let the owl in to find out that the letter it was carrying was for her... It was from Branimir.

She stared envelope as she took the letter into her hands. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. her heart drummed loudly, pounding hard inside her chest. Was she supposed to feel nervous? Wasn't she supposed to feel scared because he was apparently the alleged murderer of the three women Draco had mentioned?

She sighed, closed her eyes, and decided to read the letter whilst the little voice inside of her head told her that he was a MURDERER. Her instincts told her she'd regret not reading the letter later if she didn't do so now.

Dear G. G.,

I have a feeling you do not want to talk to me now after what that blond man told you. Do you believe him?
It doesn't matter how I know you two had a conversation, I just really need to talk to you and will gladly
meet you if you are not afraid to meet me because there is no need to. I will not explain further trying to
defend myself. I want you to do what your heart tells you.

This letter will turn into a port key in precisely one hour and will only work when you touch it.

Yours,
B. K.

Ginny dropped the note. "Fuck."

A/N updated as fast as possible. Hope you like it. If you didn't, oh well, it's not like I can talk to you face to face and explain why you should like it. hope you guys had a nice summerrr.