Hide Away

Hide Away

Chapter 17- a dance, a new Ginny and a murder

In my bedroom, my heart was still beating around wildly. Could any of the things Evan told me, be true?

Draco had told me not to go wandering off with Evan again, but it wasn't exactly my fault, as he had just cornered me.

And who was he to tell me whom I could and couldn't see when he was the one going off with that...bimbo.

I sighed and rubbed my head because it hurt from thinking so much. I got out my wand and performed a drying spell on my book.

I opened it to the page on which I had left it, but didn't feel like reading at all. I didn't know what I felt like doing, so I sat there for fifteen minutes, staring at a corner of the room.

Looking at the finger on which I pricked myself daily, I remembered that I had forgotten about my diabetes. I took out my kit and checked my sugar level.

It was quite low and I decided I was hungry. I didn't really know my way around the boat, so I started walking around looking for the dining room.

After walking aimlessly around the boat, I decided to send a message to Draco. 343 I thought.

"Where are you?" I thought.

"Just walking around the boat," he said.

Redial. "Do you know where the dining room is?" I asked.

"I just walked by it. Why?"

"I'm hungry," I said in a small voice.

There was a pause and then, "Meet me by the lounge. Do you know where it is?"

I nodded, having just walked by it. Then I realized he couldn't see me so I said, "Yeah."

"OK, then meet me there."

I walked around the corner of the ship and went to stand in front of the lounge. After a few minutes, I started getting impatient.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned around and screamed. I had thought it was Evan sneaking up on me again.

Draco gave me a weird look. "What happened?"

I blurted it out before I could help myself. "I thought you were Evan sneaking up on me again."

"Why? Did he sneak up on you before?" he asked me.

I realised what I had implied, so I said, "No, he didn't. I was scared he might, since he's been following me around."

I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he didn't believe a word I had just said.

His eyes were on mine, as if he was daring me to tell him the truth. I looked away and just said, "Where's the dining room?"

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Right here."

He walked me around to the other side of the boat and pointed to it. He turned to go and I grabbed his hand.

"Don't go," I said. "It'll be so weird if I have lunch all alone. And look, Evan's there too."

"Is that the only reason you want me there?" he asked me. "So you won't be alone with Evan?"

I nodded. "You told me yourself to avoid him. And what if he comes and says something to me again?"

I saw his eyes scan the room and then he said, "Fine."

He came with me inside and sat down at a table.

This dining room was bigger and better than the one on the train. A waiter came and took our order.

When our food came, I started eating it, my eyes darting around the dining room. I saw Evan and when I found his eyes on me, I turned to look at Draco.

Something was bothering him, I could tell. I couldn't believe I hadn't realised it before. He was hardly eating anything and was fidgeting a lot. He kept glancing to the door of the dining hall and running his hands through his hair.

After a few minutes of watching him, I decided to ask him, "Neil, what's wrong?"

He finally looked at me. He looked surprised to see me sitting there before him.

"Nothing," he said. "I have to go." He got up and left the room.

I stared after him in shock. What was wrong with him? Was it something I said? I was baffled by this behaviour, and it was only a few minutes until my anger surfaced. If he wanted to treat me like that, then he should've just done it at the office, not in front of so many people.

I looked around the hall and saw everyone was busy with his or her lunch, but I could tell they had all witnessed that little scene.

My cheeks reddened and I got up, leaving my lunch there. I didn't know what had gotten into Draco. This certainly wasn't like him.

As I was leaving the hall, I bumped into Felicia.

She smiled brightly and said, "Hello!"

I smiled back, even though my temper was foul. "Hi, how are you?"

"Just fine," she said. "Did you know there is a dance organised right after dinner tonight?"

I shook my head. "No."

"You must come! It's going to be a blast. Formal wear only though, unfortunately," she said.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it," I said shortly. "I have to go. Sorry, bye."

I walked off to my room, feeling bad for Felicia. It wasn't her fault that Draco had walked off on me like that, leaving me in a bad mood.

I would apologise to her, I promised. For now, I went to my room and sulked.

After a half hour, Draco waltzed in. He still appeared to be in a daze, like he had been at lunch.

"Did you know there's a dance tonight?" he asked me.

I stared at him. Draco was asking me if I knew about a dance. What was he expecting, that I was going to go with him?

"Yes, I know," I said, my voice clipped.

"We're going to go right?" he asked me.

I was so shocked, I couldn't even speak. Obviously he was so frazzled that he was being nice to me, me, Ginny Weasley.

"Sure," I said. "We'll go."

He nodded and left, while I stared after him.

What was he thinking? Was he feeling all right? I didn't know what to say or what to think, but I decided that I was going to knock his socks off.

I went to Felicia's room and knocked on her door.

She answered promptly and I apologized for bothering her and for my short temper before.

Then, I explained the situation to her. I told her that since I was so conservative and quiet, my husband's attention seemed to be wandering. I wanted to remind him that I was his wife and that I loved him.

Felicia completely understood, and when I told her I didn't have any expertise in the makeup or beauty department, she just laughed and said she would help me.

A few hours later, I stood waiting for Draco, according to plan, in front of the dining hall.

A few minutes later, he showed up.

I followed Felicia's plan to be a sexy wife and to be affectionate. This was unlike anything I had ever done or had wanted to do, so I was shaking from nervousness.

He stood before me in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. He looked yummy as usual. If I were to describe him in my new state, I would say he looked sexy.

But he didn't look as good as I did. His eyes travelled up and down my body for the second time that day.

This time, I pretended I didn't mind. Felicia had done work her well, I had to admit. She had transformed me from doting, loving, passive wife to cool, sexy, jealous woman.

My dress today was something I would have never considered wearing before, but the way Felicia had taught me how to wear it, it felt like a second skin. The dress I had worn on Neville's wedding was nothing compared to this.

Remembering that day made me remember when we had danced together. Thinking about that day made me realize how different we had become. That day, Draco had been different and today, he was someone else.

I was wearing a black glittering dress that had pieces of fabric wrapped around my body and that fell just below my knees. The neckline plunged deep and it had short sleeves that went off the shoulder. I wore black stilettos and black diamond jewellery. My hair was in an elegant French twist with a black ornament holding it together.

"Why were you late?" I asked him.

He appeared breathless for once. "I...forgot my way here."

I surveyed him with my brown eyes, continuing to be cool with him. "Well, are we going in or not?" I asked him.

He gave me his arm and we went in. For the first time in my life, I stood tall and looked at everyone in the eye.

Evan was looking at me with awe, and for once I didn't look away from him. I winked at him.

He winked back and smiled at me and I saw that he wasn't the only one whose eyes were on me.

We sat down and dinner was served. I ate very little and saw that Draco was surprised at this new me.

I was surprised as well. But I threw it all away and acted like someone else, someone whom I didn't even know.

After dinner was done, they started the dancing in the middle of the dining hall.

I decided that this time I wasn't going to sit around and wait for Draco to ask me to dance.

No one was dancing yet, so I walked across the room and asked Evan to dance. He looked surprised and even glanced over my shoulder, but then said he was glad to, and we started dancing in the centre of the room.

I danced like I was in a contest but truly, I just wanted to show someone I could be like them too.

We were the only ones on the floor, but I didn't care. For this one night, I wasn't myself, so I wasn't embarrassed or even nervous.

It wasn't a slow song. It was a pretty fast Arabic number. Evan knew what I was doing, so he matched my moves.

Soon after, we weren't the only ones there. Draco was there too with the brown haired girl, Gabrielle Delacour.

She was wearing just as little clothes as I was, if not less. She was wearing a red silk dress that had black flowers imprinted on it. Her brown hair was open and flew every which way that Draco spun her.

Draco caught my eye a few times, but I refused to keep eye contact with him for more than a few seconds.

Soon after, everyone else joined in and we weren't the only ones there. I ignored Draco completely and danced with Evan only.

His dark eyes were alight with joy that I had come to him, and he had as much passion in his dancing as I did.

Soon the song changed to a slow song and I welcomed it eagerly. I put my head on Evan's shoulder as I danced with him.

Behind us danced Draco and Gabrielle. Draco was facing me and I looked at him. His grey eyes were alight with confusion and something else I couldn't read.

He was saying something to me, but I didn't want to listen. I closed my eyes and continued dancing with Evan.

We danced together the whole night. During a fast one, Evan and I tore up the dance floor.

People formed a circle around us, just like at Neville's wedding. But this was a different dance, a different guy with which I was dancing, and a whole different me.

This time, I danced as if my life depended on it. I got closer then I had ever gotten with a guy before. He spun me around and I spun into his arms. During the dance, I spied several guys watching me and me only.

I looked for Draco and found him talking amicably with Gabrielle. It was like he didn't even see me.

In the end, everyone clapped and cheered for us, and I felt like my heart was going to rip out of my chest. I was breathing heavily and Evan suggested taking a walk along the boat.

I agreed, shoving Draco's warning out of my head. I followed Evan outside and we stood, leaning on the railing.

Evan took my hands into his. "You danced really well."

I smiled faintly. "Thanks. So did you."

He smiled back at me and took my ornament out of my hair. My red hair whipped out and blew with the wind blew. The light breeze felt great, as I was really hot and sweating a bit.

He ran his fingers through my hair, combing it out. I loved the feel of his hands in my hair, so I closed my eyes and let him do it for a minute.

I then opened my eyes and he stopped. "You're so beautiful," he told me.

I smiled at him, but couldn't help thinking that Draco had never told me I was beautiful.

"You know..."I started to say, but he kissed me.

I was shocked and I felt my eyes widen, but I kissed him back. This was a different kiss from the one Draco had given me. Evan's kiss was harsh and it hurt a bit. Soon after, he wanted more and tried to pry my mouth open with his tongue. His hands were all over my body and I started feeling scared.

I pushed him away, but he came back, pressing harder this time. I stepped on his foot with my four-inch heel so his foot would sear with pain.

He bit my lip and found my tongue. I screamed, or tried to, and pushed harder this time, finally succeeding in shaking him off.

He stared at me, shocked.

"Don't touch me again!" I screamed at him. "Don't you dare come near me!"

He started to come near me, but I took off my shoe and got ready to hit him with it. He sighed and handed me an envelope, then left. I threw my shoe after him and then opened the envelope.

Inside I found ten pictures in there. They were all pictures of Draco and Gabrielle kissing and making out.

Since Evan was a wizard and had a wizard camera, the pictures were moving.

I screamed, ripped up all the pictures, and threw them into the Nile. I was sobbing like crazy and was shaking like crazy, so I collapsed to the ground.

My dress was ripped in several spots and I was missing a shoe.

What am I doing? I thought to myself. Who was this I was trying to become?

"Ginny?" came a voice.

I looked up and saw Draco standing before me, with shock in his eyes.

Before I knew it, I had found my way to him, hobbling on one foot.

I sobbing my heart out and I felt that it was a relief to see him. He took me in his arms and I cried into his chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, as if to never let go. I was shaking from fear of Evan's deadened eyes and the intensity of his kiss.

Draco put his arms around me and touched my hair.

"It's all right, Ginny. It's all right," he whispered into my ears.

I didn't want to think about anything that had just happened, so I closed my eyes and held onto him.

Evan's dark eyes kept coming back into my mind, and the way he looked at me. I cried harder and hugged Draco harder.

"Shhh Ginny," he said. "Can you walk?"

I didn't answer him so he picked me up into his arms and took me to our cabin.

He lay me down on the bed and asked me if I was all right.

I was still crying for being so stupid and for not listening to him that I didn't say anything.

He got up and locked both doors, said a few spells, and then came back to sit beside me.

"It's all right now, Ginny. I'm here," he said, holding my hand. He held my hand until I wasn't so hysterical. I had calmed down a bit and wasn't crying so much.

He let go of my hand when he thought I was asleep, but I wasn't asleep.

He got up but I grabbed his hand again and said, "Please don't leave me. Please."

"I have to change my clothes, Ginny," he said.

I held onto his hand harder. "No, please don't leave me." I started crying again.

"Ok, ok, I won't leave you," he said. He took off his shirt and put the blanket over me and then got into bed with me.

I was trembling from being scared and from the cold. I held onto him and said, "Please don't ever leave me Draco."

He held onto me as I shook. "I won't Ginny. I won't. Just calm down and go to sleep. I'm here, don't worry."

I closed my eyes and felt his hand smoothe my bangs. His cool hand felt wonderful on my hot skin.

He kissed my forehead and said, "Just let go Ginny. I'll still be here."

I sighed and let go of every thought that was muddling around in my head. I slowly let go of him and relaxed into the mattress.

He put his arm protectively around me as I slowly fell asleep. Slowly, I stopped shaking as much and spent the whole night there, in his arms.

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My night had been spent drifting in and out of strange dreams. At 7:30, I woke up feeling strange.

I could feel someone next to me and I didn't know whom. My heart started beating wildly as images from last night flashed into my mind.

Scared it was Evan, I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in the arms of Draco Malfoy.

I gasped and blinked a few times, making sure I was really awake. I had my arm over Draco's bare chest and was sprawled on the double bed with him beside me.

Quickly I checked my clothes and was glad to see them on.

My head hurt suddenly and I couldn't think properly. I could've sworn there was usually a magical barrier in the bed and couldn't remember when it had been removed. Looking at my clothes, I saw that I was wearing my nightgown. I thought I had fallen asleep in a black dress and not in my nightgown, but then again I couldn't remember anything at all.

Looking at Draco, I saw that he was wearing his boxers when I could've have sworn he had fallen asleep in his black dress pants.

Images of Evan dancing, Evan kissing me, me falling into Draco's arms, Draco lying next to me all night, they all flashed through my mind. I didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

Draco moaned and moved closer to me. He wrapped his arm around me and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. I didn't know what to do or how I felt.

This was all too much for me to handle. I didn't know what had happened with me and Evan and Draco.

I didn't know who to trust or who to believe. I didn't know whether to believe Draco about Evan, or Evan about Draco.

Lying there next to Draco though, made me realize how much I'm in love with him. He looked so sweet and cute, with his arm around me protectively, that I can't help but love him. Even when I had told him I didn't trust him and when I tried to convince myself I didn't love him, I did.

From what I remembered from last night, he was so caring and sweet. At that moment yesterday when I had fallen to the ground, I had felt broken and useless. When I heard him say my name and I looked up into his grey eyes, I finally realised how much of a comfort he was to me.

I knew how much I loved him, but I didn't believe that he liked me in any way other than as an assistant. There were some times that I believed there was something between us, but others where I knew he hated me.

Last night was just an example of when he felt sorry for me and couldn't just leave me there to rot. Otherwise I would've blown his cover.

I leaned forwards and kissed his nose. I couldn't help it. It looked so cute and innocent.

He smiled in his sleep and I started to get up, trying not to wake him in the process.

I knew that if he woke up and saw that I was awake, it would be an embarrassing moment, realizing that we were in the same bed together.

As slowly and as soundlessly as I could, I got off the bed and grabbed some clothes from the closet. I raced for the bathroom.

Inside, I felt protected. I wasn't hiding from Draco, but from myself. You may ask, "How can you be hiding from yourself by running to the bathroom?" The truth was that I felt a certain way when in front of Draco.

Every time he was in the room, I felt like I was naked. Not because of my clothes or anything, but from the way he looked at me and made me feel. When he was looking at me, I felt like he wasn't just looking but observing and examining me. It was like he could see the real me, the one that no one else could see and that I was so keen on hiding.

This was the first time anyone had made me feel like this. Usually to hide from myself, I went to Hermione's or Harry's house to be around people and not have to think my ridiculous thoughts.

But when I was with Draco, I wanted to be alone, because he made me think those wild thoughts. He made me feel like it was all right to be me when I knew it wasn't.

Last night, I had tried to be someone I wasn't, just to please Draco. But by trying to please Draco, I realised I didn't like who I was.

For him, I never felt ashamed to be myself, which was clumsy, silly and sometimes stupid. When I was around other people, I felt like I had to prove myself constantly.

As I looked back on yesterday, tears came to my eyes because I didn't know what I was doing or whom I was trying to be. I didn't even know why I did what I did yesterday.

I changed quickly after I had a shower. I combed my hair and tied it into a ponytail.

As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped to look at myself.

I saw a girl with long red hair and brown eyes lined with black kohl. She was slightly taller than usual and wearing a pink shirt with a pink skirt. She was hiding behind someone else.

I didn't like what I saw so I quickly left.

After making my way quietly out of the bathroom, I crept across the room.

I started to open the front door when a voice stopped me.

"Where are you going?" said Draco.

I gulped and turned around. He was sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. I guess the first thing he had seen when he had woken up was me sneaking out to leave the room.

I didn't have a response planned so I stuttered. "I um...Draco...I wanted to...um...because..."

"Were you trying to hide from me?" he asked.

I started to say no when there was a cry from outside. Someone was screaming down the hall.

I started to open the door, but Draco got up and said, "Stop."

Closing the door, I turned to him. "What?"

He listened for another cry and there was several more.

"You shouldn't go outside," he said to me. "I don't think it's safe."

He had opened the door and was starting to go outside when I poked him. "Draco, your shirt," I said.

He looked down at his bare chest and I passed him a t-shirt.

"Thanks," he muttered, grabbing it and pulling it on. Then he grabbed his pants and pulled them on too. He started to leave again, but then stopped and said, "Don't leave the cabin, Ginny. I'm serious. You know what can happen."

I nodded and he left, closing the door behind him. After a few minutes, I grew bored and hot. I wanted to open the door, but then I didn't want Evan to have access to the room whenever he wanted.

So for once, I actually listened to Draco's orders and waited for him to come back. I didn't feel like reading, but I didn't know what else to do. So I paced, worrying about what could have happened and where Draco had gone.

After half an hour, he came back.

I jumped off the bed and said, "What happened?"

Draco locked the door first and then said, "That Spanish girl, Ella, was murdered last night."

I gasped and dropped back onto the bed. "How? What happened? Who did it?"

He came and sat down beside me. "This is what we're here for, Ginny. The Ministry had noticed the killings of a particular family for a long time and believe the culprit is a wizard. They received intelligence that another murder was going to take place on this cruise."

I tried to remember what I could about the girl. A younger Ella came to mind, Ron and Hermione's daughter Ella. Suddenly, I missed them all greatly.

I focused and then thought again of Ella. She was a very pretty young woman of about 20. She had midnight black hair and light brown skin with hazel eyes. She was married to a young fellow by the name of Orlando, who didn't appear to be Spanish.

"Did you find out anything?" I asked.

"No, not yet," he said. "But I've got us fake IDs from the Scotland Yard so we can question anyone we like."

"Fake IDs?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I just changed an old school ID I found lying around and added my picture onto it. I have one for you too." He took a card out of his pocket and gave it to me.

I glanced at it. It had a pretty good picture of me on it with SCOTLAND YARD written on top. It said my name and 'private agent' as well.

I put it away on the dresser and couldn't help but notice an envelope there. I picked it up out of curiosity. It looked similar to the envelope I had ripped up and thrown into the Nile yesterday.

"What's this?" I asked Draco, showing it to him.

"Nothing," he got up to take it from me, but I was too quick for him. I pulled the envelope open and gaped at what was inside.

Inside were ten pictures of Evan and me kissing. It wasn't from last night though. It was from the day I had fallen into the Nile and he had helped me up and I had landed on top of him.

I turned to look at Draco with a question in my eyes. "What is this?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Where did you get this from?" I demanded, holding up the pictures to him.

"I found them," he said shortly.

"You found them?" I said. "Where? Down Gabrielle's shirt?"

He stared at me. "She gave them to me."

I waved them in front of his face. "You don't actually believe this, do you?"

He shrugged. "I don't know what to believe."

"This isn't true," I said, my voice shaking.

"It isn't?"

"No!" I said indignantly. "This is a lie. This never happened. She's lying to you."

Draco's eyes were frosty and grey. "She's not the one lying, Ginny."

"You believe her, don't you," I said, finally understanding. "You believe that...that bitch over me?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, so I believe it," he said.

Understanding dawned on me. Yesterday when Draco suddenly appeared there after Evan had tried to...well, I don't even know what he had done. It was all a ploy. It had to be.

"She's using you," I said. "Can't you see that? Even last night..."

He stopped me. "I don't care what you do or what you don't do Weasley. I have a case to solve." After that, he just left the room.

I stood there, staring after him. I didn't know what to think, and then I decided I was through with thinking.

Grabbing my ID, I followed him out the door to solve the case. I decided that as soon as this case was solved I would go home and that was where I would be happiest.

Watching Draco, I followed him to the other side of the boat. He went into a room and I went in as well.

The room was roped off and a few people stood in it.

"Excuse me miss. But this is restricted and the public is forbidden to enter," said the captain blocking my way inside.

I took out my ID and said, "Scotland Yard. I need to do my job, sir."

The captain let me pass but looked confused. "Two Scotland Yard officers?"

I glanced at Draco and saw that he was busy talking to a lady.

"Yes," I said. "We're partners."

"Is this true?" asked the captain, looking at Draco.

Draco's eyes flew to me for a second and then he nodded.

The captain said, "That's fine then."

I surveyed the scene. On the bed lay Ella with a man crying hysterically beside her. There was an elderly man there who appeared to be a doctor, trying to control the crying man. Draco was talking to Marcel, the Irish woman.

I took a deep breath and tried to act like I solved murders like this every day. I went over to the doctor and asked him at what time the murder had been estimated.

The doctor glanced at me and then at the man whom was trying to calm down. "I haven't got a chance to check, ma'am."

"Sir, what is your name?" I inquired to the crying man.

"Orlando," sobbed the man.

"He is the poor girl's husband," said the doctor.

Taking charge of my new authoritative attitude, I said, "Captain, a word if you please."

The captain came over. "Yes miss...?"

"Mrs. Rowling," I said. "My husband and I wish to solve this case, with no compensation but for our own desire to help."

The captain looked impressed. "Why thank you. We were going to just wait until we reached Aswan and then let the Police question everyone and solve the mystery, but we're glad if it can be done now."

"I will need your full co-operation however," I said. "That is, if I want to solve the case quickly."

He nodded eagerly. "Of course, of course. Anything I can do to help?"

"I would like you to take Mr. Orlando here into another cabin and make sure someone looks after him, health wise. Perhaps give him a tranquillizer and see that he gets to sleep," I instructed.

"Right you are, Ms. Rowling," he said, and he took the hysterical man out.

I then turned to the other people standing around. "You must all leave immediately."

The woman who had been talking to Draco started crying. "No! How can you say such a thing?! My daughter has been murdered!"

I glanced at her and saw that it was Marcel. "Your daughter?"

She nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "It's not my fault she ran away from home to marry that bumbling idiot, but she was my daughter all the same!"

"Look Mrs...?"

"Mrs. Aiden," she said.

"Mrs. Aiden, I am going to do my best to find out your daughter's murderer, if you will only let me. I need the room to be free of people and distractions so that I may do my work," I said.

"What about him?" she asked, pointing to Draco.

Draco answered. "She's my partner. Please Mrs. Aiden. We want to help you."

She nodded and I ushered her out of the room, as well the other people standing by.

"You could've helped me get rid of her you know," I said to Draco.

"It looked to me like you were handling it," he said coldly.

"I was," I replied shortly.

We continued to glare at each until the doctor said, "She's been dead since last night."

I almost jumped, but then straightened up. I didn't feel very professional in my flowery skirt, but I tried to retain a professional attitude.

"Last night?" I said. "How did her husband not notice?"

He shrugged and said, "I didn't really question him yet."

"That's fine, Mr. Smith," jumped in Draco. "That's Joanne's job, not yours."

I gritted my teeth but didn't say anything. I followed Mr. Smith to the body and sat down on the bed next to it.

The body was covered with a white sheet.

"What was the weapon used to kill her?" I asked.

"A knife," he said.

"Where was she stabbed?" jumped in Draco again.

"In the heart," he said, wincing.

I winced as well. I started to remove the sheet from the girl's face, but then stopped.

My hands were trembling and for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to look at the girl's face.

"What's wrong?" asked the doctor.

"Move aside," said Draco's harsh voice.

I moved and he took the sheet off her. I gasped when I saw the girl.

Her face was ghostly pale and she was wearing a pink nightgown. Her black hair lay on the pillow like a fan. On her chest was a gash three to four inches in length and looked quite deep. Blood had seeped out of her gown onto the mattress.

No one said anything for a few minutes and then Draco said, "My partner and I need to discuss some things, Mr. Smith, while you do the autopsy. I want to know the details of the death, like the exact time, the depth and length of the wound, the length of the weapon, and also if it was sudden death or not. I will meet with you back here in an hour with our plan. Is that all right?"

Mr. Smith nodded and said, "Perfectly fine, sir."

Draco led me out of the room and led the way to our cabin.

I followed him, wondering what he could have to say to me now.