Draco was curled against Hermione’s unconscious form. He’d been called to identify his father’s body hours ago. They added it to the list of other Death Eaters that had been slain in the strange and unknown way. Smith wanted to meet with him the next morning about updates for the case. He had no idea what he was going to fucking tell him. Smith wasn’t dumb. He would know if Draco was withholding information.