'Morning Malfoy,' a voice said in a warm greeting from the doorway. Draco heard the door softly shut behind them.

'Morning Potter,' he greeted indifferently, he just caught sight of her questioning expression, before he looked away again. Potter obviously not sure what to make of his attitude. Draco knew he shouldn't take it out his issue on her, though it involved her, she was not the person who LIED to him. For that is what he discovered after reading Weasleys' file. Draco didn't think it was possible for Weasley to lie without turning red, or looking awkward. But he had, and about Potter no less. From Weasleys' file, they found his old cases references, to the case files in question. Not one of them, mentioned Potter being hurt on a case of his. There was no relevance to Potter at all, past the time she had disappeared to whatever she was doing before she came back. Draco was sure Weasley had sworn an oath, but he did not believe it was due to Potter being hurt on some case. No Weasley knew Draco was certain, what Potter had been doing, and he had been sworn to secrecy to protect her cover. It was the only thing that made sense. It did not stop him from feeling angry.

'Classified my arse.' Draco muttered.

'Sorry, what was that?' Potter asked from Weasley's desk.

'Nothing,' Draco said, clearly he hadn't been quiet enough. 'Doesn't matter.'

The next thing, Draco heard, was the rustling of files, causing himself to roll his eyes. Potter had made herself at home. Not that Weasley ever minded her using his desk. This caused Draco to feel more irritated, he would have safely said, that Weasley held nothing from him, they had shared a lot of things, information, fears, worries, hopes, but not once had Weasley shared his desk. Then Potter came along and changed everything he thought he knew. Weasley kept secrets for Potter, lied for Potter and shared his damn desk for Potter. Countless times now, Draco and Weasley had saved each other's lives, but when it came down to it, he chose his old Auror partner, over his new one. And it was pissing Draco off.

What was it? What had happened? What the hell was Potter doing? There was no choice, he was going to get to the bottom of this. He was going to find out. Unbreakable Vow be damned! Weasley be damned!

Over the following week, Draco watched Potter's movements closely. The office seemed to think that he is just wrapping up loose leads. Though following Potter proved to be harder than he first expected. For one; he had no clue as to where she lived. For another, he had no idea of what her usual movements were. How could you put someone under surveillance when you didn't know the basic information?

Draco got lucky one day a few weeks later, Potter had left the office early due to the school Teddy was at getting in contact with her. However, she got Muggle technology to work while in the Ministry, Draco had no clue. But in her haste to get out of the door, Potter had left behind a diary upon Weasley's desk. Though it did not have her address, it did have a few details of her next whereabouts, Draco made a copy of the diary, putting the original back in its place. Draco flicked through the copy, the next thing she had scribbled into was for the coming weekend, which read: Golden Spectre 11.00?

It was with a smug feeling, he entered the small cafe in Surrey. It had taken some time to find the location, the cafe itself was light, decorated with golden table clothes and lilies in glass vases as a centrepiece. The cafe was clearly Muggle, and Draco was grateful, he would often meet up with Weasley and Granger, in the Muggle world. "Blending in" was not going to be a problem. Potter entered at exactly eleven o'clock, oblivious to her surroundings. Which suited Draco just fine.

'Good morning, Ria,' a waitress said.

'Morning, is Dud, around?' Potter asked.

Draco wondered if this was a code name for an informant of Potters. She obviously used this place regularly if the waitress knew who she was.

'Yes, he's in the kitchen,' the waitress smiled politely, 'I'll get him for you.'

'Thanks, Sam.'

A few minutes later, a man appeared. He had blond tufty hair, big build, and muscular arms. He looked a little worn out, as he greeted Potter with a sleepy smile.

'Hey, didn't know you were coming today. No Teddy?' the man asked looking around.

Not an informant then, Draco surmised.

'He's at Bill's.' Potter replied, looking disappointed.

'And you let him go ... on his own?'

Potter rolled her eyes. 'Had no choice ... it was what he wanted for his weekly treat. A day without me hanging over him.'

The man laughed, went behind the counter and asked, 'Tea or coffee?'

'Tea, please.'

'Look,' the man said, 'you're going to have to give the kid some space at some point, he goes off to that boarding school of yours soon right?'

Draco was surprised by this, Potter had broken several laws by telling this Muggle, her magical secret.

'Yeah, I know,' Potter sighed, 'It's just hard, D. I don't want anything to happen to him.'

'Ted's got a smart head on his shoulders, Ria, you should know, you helped put it there. Give him some space, or it will get a lot worse for you.'

Potter gave a sly smile, 'When did you get so smart.'

'Dunno,' the man shrugged, placing the pot of tea and some cups onto a tray, 'Ask Laura, she'd know better than I would.' The man picked up the tray and headed for a vacant table located near to Draco. 'Speaking of Laura, she's holding another "girly" night, you're to go, no excuses.'

Potter raised her eyebrows. 'Sure Diddikins.'

'Harry!'

'Don't call me that!'

'Well, you started it!'

Potter smiled, 'God it sounds like we're back at your parents.'

'Yeah, but I'd always win the arguments.'

'Only because Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon would tell me off, so you could.' Potter retorted. 'How are your parents anyway, Dudley?'

'Same,' the man shrugged. 'Still, think I'm wasting my life.'

'Then they must dislike me even more, given I gave you the money to set up.'

'Yeah, they still feel pretty much the same about you,' the man said sheepishly. 'Though they have no clue you helped me start up.' he added. 'What about you?'

Potter hesitated for a moment, 'I - I'm doing well, I've gone back to my old job-'

'The one where you got -' the man stopped mid-sentence, 'attacked?'

'Yeah,' Potter sighed, 'Just as a consultant, though.'

'Wow! I didn't think you'd ever go back, didn't you almost blow the place apart before -?'

'Yeah,' Potter admitted, 'I didn't really have much choice in the matter though, as much as what happened, affected me.' Potter said thoughtfully. 'So I went back.'

'You didn't have a choice?'

'We've got a killer on the loose, who has been using scenes from a book for inspiration.' Potter answered.

'And they thought you'd be able to help?'

'The author is James Evans, Dudley,' Potter replied, as though it explained everything. 'Anyways, tell me, how have things been?'

Draco, though had heard enough, this clearly was a private conversation, in which he properly wouldn't learn anything from. He put some money down on the table and left. Weasley had not lied to him after all. So why was there no evidence of Potter's attack? Unless that too had been covered up? But why? Just what had happened?