A/N: Can we quickly acknowledge the fact, that I've reached chapter 40!
I genuinely didn't think I'd make it this far.
Now back to the story.
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Draco was in his study, his hands roaming on the neglected photo of my parents.
His unimpeachable cloudy, sapphire eyes betrayed him with alining reddish light eye bags under the lines of his eyes decorating his face.
He had grown irritated. His wand fixated tightly into the depths of his fist. His right shoe tapped the ground repeatedly in a rhythmic form and his free hand hid his forehead.
As he continued thinking.
Nothing but thinking.
Thinking so hard, that his thoughts were consuming him.
He was drowning in a dark ocean of countless thoughts.
"Draco...you're still up?"
I glanced over at the circular clock attached to the wall in his study.
3:49 AM
He flinched at my alert voice. From his back rocking lazily against the chair, he jerked upwards, his reflexes snapping the thin, lanky, brown wand in half. He observed the scene in disbelief.
"As, if my day couldn't get any worse."
"Draco, you need to sleep," I commanded. "Have you seen those eye-bags on you?"
"No.." he muttered, it was faint and soft; almost blending into the atmosphere. He stood up and searched a few drawers. Until he found, an old invitation from the wedding party, that contained the lists of all guests.
"I need to go back, from where it all started." He took a seat, grasping a small piece of parchment paper, quill, and an ink bottle.
"Emerlyn, can you write down the exact names, I'm about to tell you?" He inquired, sliding the parchment paper and the quill with the ink bottle over to me.
"What are you about to do?"
"Emerlyn, the first victim was my uncle, which happened on June 28; right in the place where our wedding party was hosted." He declared. "There is no way, anyone uninvited could get in."
My fingers circled around the small quill. Unaware.
"Meaning, this killer has to be someone invited to that party, with the description, I have of the murderer, I want you to write down names." He instructed.
Emerlyn, all is well.
I slid off the lid of the ink bottle, and he began opening the card that included the names of each and every guest.
"First, describe to me what she looks like."
As if, I wasn't her.
"Around 5'4 to 5'6....slim..." He began describing. "She appeared around our age, so 23 to 26 at most."
"Did you see the hair color?"
"No, the hood of her cloak was hiding her."
I was staggered to notice, that despite Draco being an intelligent and intellected Auror, he still hadn't doubted me yet.
Not even once.
Perhaps, he didn't want to.
His plan came to action, and he began assigning me names to write and I followed his lead, writing every name he blurred out.
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Fanfiction"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
