Working with Potter had its advantages, and its disadvantages. Weasley had been right ... Draco had never known anyone to work the same way in which she had. For the first tim,e it actually felt like they were getting somewhere with the case. They had both victims' last known movements. Potter had spotted the similarity, that both victims had been into wizarding clubs. Though after speaking to several eye-witnesses, security and staff, they were no closer to finding the killer, however, Potter was positive, that the clubs were the victims last known locations. "It would make sense. Easy enough to get into, crowded enough to not be spotted, and pick out the victims." Had been Potters view.

The disadvantages seemed to outweigh the advantages, Potters' hours were slightly annoying. She was always in for nine in the morning and gone at three in the afternoon. Though she worked harder than most, it did not give him enough time to speak with her about ordinary things. As Weasley could not give him the answers, Draco figured he might as well speak to Potter about her issues, that caused him to land up on the floor. Not that he had a chance to.

No, when Potter had not been behind a desk, she was in Weasley's company. Draco felt like he was back at Hogwarts again, he was getting fed up with Weasley and Potter constantly whispering in each other's ears. He felt like throwing something at them, to remind them as they were not the only ones working on the case.

And then there was the ever annoying and irritating Auror, Ryan Pearson, who had taken a shine towards Potter. Though Draco had to hand it to Potter, she was not at all encouraging Pearson's behaviour. She seemed to be startled by his continuous and blatant flirting if her wary behaviour was anything to go by. And she acted rather odd if she saw him coming, Draco had even caught her, diving under her desk once time, just to avoid him.

That had caused one more advantage, Draco had never laughed as much as he did, within Potter's company. Odd she may have been, hard-working she may have been - Potter was making him laugh. And soon, and it couldn't come soon enough Weasley would be on annual leave, as Granger, was due to have their baby. This had caused more laughs as Weasley frantically paced the office, as the due date approached. Which would mean, he'd have Potter's company all to himself.

That thought made him smile, he opened the door, to the office he shared with Weasley; and now Potter. The smile soon dropped from his face. Pearson was back, Potter was trapped by the file cabinets, Pearson was too close for comfort, Draco could clearly see that. Pearson jumped back upon the door slamming shut. Potter seized the opportunity to cross the room as fast as possible.

'See you tomorrow, Malfoy,' Potter said, opening the door and hurrying out of the room.

Pearson smirked. 'She's just playing hard to get - she wants me.'

'You're lucky that she didn't cause you any bodily harm,' Draco sneered, approaching him, 'Scratch that, you're lucky I'm not going to.'

'Is that a threat, Malfoy?'

Draco broke Pearsons' personal space, coming nose to nose with him. 'You bet it is.'

Pearson laughed. 'Keep dreaming Malfoy, cause that's all she's ever be to you - a dream-'

Draco pinned Pearson to the wall. 'Let's get one thing straight, she may not like me in that way, and I'm OK with that. But I won't stand to one side when someone is harassing another person. So I'll say it clearly for you this time so that you'll be able to comprehend it, leave Potter alone!'

Yes, working with Potter had its advantages, he could admire her, desire her, but he knew full well, that she would not want someone like him. Though he was working to prove that wrong, which is why he had wanted to talk to her about her issues. The disadvantages were that other people saw the same qualities in her, he had. Add in the fact that she was very attractive, made his life even more complicated. He was not going to let some ... prick ... come in, and ruin his hard work. The threat may be unlike himself, but it didn't make it any less real, and though Pearson had clearly picked up Draco liked Potter, that did not mean a thing. Draco was not a Slytherin for nothing. Draco freed Pearson from his grip and watched him walk out of the room. He shook his head, if Weasley couldn't tell him what had happened to Potter, and Potter was not going to be around for him to ask, then it was high time, he got in touch with one of his old acquaintances, they only reason he hadn't was that "James Evans" had kept him busy. Hopefully, he soon would get some answers.