'What are you doing here? I thought you were on leave?' Draco asked, having just walked into his office. He frowned at his clearly stressed work partner, who was not supposed to be there.

'Hermione nearly bit my head off this morning, I had to get out - and well - I thought I could at least be doing something useful if I was here.'

'Coward,' Draco teased.

'You try keeping in a pregnant woman's good books when she's all hormonal.'

Draco held up his hands, 'She's all yours. Hormones an all.'

Weasley glared at him for a moment, then stared up at the clock; which read six thirty, he sighed, 'It's too early for this shit.' he mumbled, gesturing to the files upon his desk. 'Wish Ria would hurry up and get here.'

'Weasley,' Draco said, almost hesitantly.

'Yeah.'

'It's Saturday, Potter doesn't work weekends.'

'Oh yeah,' he said running a hand through his hair. 'Guess I got my days muddled up.'

'With the baby being due, I don't blame you.' Draco said, he paused for a moment before asking, 'Did you have words with Potter or something?'

'What do you mean?'

'I walked into the office the other day, and Pearson was in here with Potter, he was too close for comfort.'

'Fuck,' Weasley hissed under his breath. 'What did he do?' He asked, anxiously.

'He had her trapped against the wall, by the cabinets,' Draco said, 'He only backed down when I came in.'

'When I get my hands on him!' Weasley muttered, angrily.

'I've already warned him,' Draco replied. 'What I'm surprised about was that he was still in one piece, considering what happened to me.'

'Yeah, I might have said something about that,' Weasley said sheepishly, running a hand through his hair again.

'What on earth did you say, that meant she wouldn't protect herself at all?'

'Look,' Weasley said, holding his hands up in defense, 'I want Ria to protect herself - don't get me wrong. She just oversteps the boundaries. Like threatening to hex off an Aurors private bits.' he muttered the last words uncomfortably and shuddered a little. 'Ria needs to find a happy medium, but I - I couldn't have her threatening everyone that accidentally touches her.'

'What I walked in on was not accidental - Potter doesn't like Pearson at all. She couldn't escape soon enough, the moment she had the opportunity to do so, she was gone.'

'We should talk with Bentley. He'll get Pearson to back off. Or fired at least.' Weasley concluded.

A bright light moved into the office, it stopped at Weasleys' desk. The Patronus took the form of an impressive stag and spoke with Potter's voice. 'Ron where the fuck are you? Hermione's gone into labour! Get to St Mungo's now!'

'Shit,' Weasley paled, and he sat at his desk; suddenly frozen.

'Come on Weasley, don't you have a hospital to get to?' Draco snapped at him.

Weasley shook his head, snapping out of his lost thoughts. 'Hospital, right - Fuck!' Weasley stood up suddenly and began to mutter. 'Should I get the bag first? Or would Ria have thought of that? Oh God! What do I do?'

'HOSPITAL WEASLEY!' Draco said firmly. 'GET GOING!'

'Oh, yes, yes of course - hospital!'

'Let me know how it goes.'

And Weasley rushed out of the door, leaving Draco behind feeling bewildered by his partners' behaviour. He supposed having a child did something to your brain, like lose all ability to think. Then a thought occurred to him, if Weasley was on leave and Potter was not around, now would be the best time to go speak with an old acquaintance without any interference. Gleefully Draco got up from his desk, and walked out of the office, through the debriefing room towards the lift. He glared at Pearson on his way past, and he made a mental note to speak with Bentley about his attitude towards female members of staff.

He smirked as he noticed the person sitting behind the desk he wants. For behind the closed door behind them, lay the room in which all the Auror files were left in, and old case files too. The archive room.

'Well hello, beautiful.' Draco greeted her easily.

'What do you want Draco?' she answered without looking up.

'How did you know?'

'That is was you or that you were after something?' she replied.

'Both.'

Astoria looked up at him, sighing, 'Draco, we are no longer dating, but I remember the sound of your voice - and you've come down here for a reason and tried to charm me whilst you were at it. So yes I knew you wanted something. So what is it?'

'I need a file.'

Astoria raised her eyebrows. 'And by a file - you don't mean a case file, do you?'

'Not really,' Draco replied.

Astoria closed her eyes, her hands reaching up to rub her forehead as if she was expecting to hear the worst. 'Whose?'

'Potters'.'

Her head snapped up, clearly startled. 'Why? What has she done?'

Draco bit his lip in frustration, 'It's not what she's done, it's what's happened.'

'What do you mean, I don't understand?'

Draco looked her in the eye. 'Potter intrigued me, but there is something off - Weasley can't tell me because he swore an oath. And Potter -'

'Is unlikely to tell you.' Astoria finished for him. 'So you like her?' she added teasingly.

Draco nodded, 'I need to know - or how else -'

Astoria rolled her eyes. 'OK come on follow me. I hardly need to add that this stays between us.'

Draco smiled at her and nodded.

'Have you had much contact with Auror Pearson?' Draco asked as Astoria opened the warded door.

'Ryan Pearson?' Astoria confirmed Draco nodded in reply. 'No, why?'

'I just - he's been confronting female staff - stay away from him, OK?'

Astoria shrugged, 'I haven't had much dealings with him, Draco, but I'll keep that in mind.'

'Please, Astoria,' Draco pleaded, 'there are few people I truly care for. I don't want to see you get hurt. Stay away from him, please.'

'Sure,' she said, nodding, smiling in reassurance.

The record room was bigger than he thought it would have been. But then the room did house both files on cases and the Aurors. Draco followed Astoria, through the rows of filing cabinets. Then towards the back of the room, behind a caged section of the room, were filing cabinets, which Draco knew to contain Auror details. Astoria unlocked the cage door, and Draco followed behind her. These cabinets were not sorted into reference order like the case files, but alphabetical. The passed the filing cabinets until they reached the one, with the draws labeled "P".

The file seemed oddly light, as Astoria pulled it out, Draco surmised that it had been magically shrunken. They walked briskly towards a desk and opened it. Draco stared at the file, it wasn't shrunken at all - it only held a few pieces of parchment. Mostly details, her date of birth, the name of her parents, her Auror license number. And that was it, there was nothing else.

'This can't be normal,' Draco said, tapping the parchment.

'It is,' Astoria said, 'If the Auror in question has been undercover, they destroy all relative information to cases from an Auror's file when they go undercover or retire.'

'That makes sense, but it doesn't help us,' Draco said irritated.

Astoria smirked at him. 'There's always Weasley's file.'

It was at times like these, Draco remembered why he liked Astoria to begin with. So they went in search of Weasleys' file.