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Suddenly, the heavy door to her office swung open. Instinctively, her hand went to grab her wand, but she wasn't entirely successful because Draco Malfoy strode in, his face a mask of anger. His presence filled the room.

Hermione stiffened, her heart sinking as she sensed his anger before she even looked up. How did he even know she was working late? Then it made sense, Brenda would've mentioned it to Michael in front of the others before they left to grab a beer.

Brenda had retired for the day, so there was no one handling the front of her office to save her, not that she needed saving since she was quite capable of looking after herself, but just in the unlikely event, Malfoy became violent. Again, not that he would ever hurt her.

She was shocked to her core to see him. She had assumed he would be busy or celebrating with the others.

Draco hissed, his voice cold, “Granger.” The rest of the Aurors and Potter had headed out to have a few drinks, but he had chosen to stay back and confront his fiancé. It was pure luck that she was working late. It fit perfectly into his plans.

Hermione forced herself to meet his gaze, her tone cautious, “Malfoy.” She reached for her wand, but a mere flick of the wrist from Draco had it flying across the room.

She was indignant and watched it land safely on the sofa with a mask of disapproval on her face.

Draco's eyes were dark, his jaw clenched as he advanced towards her, his expression unreadable.

He said in a low voice, “You know, I never thought I'd see the day when Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, would stoop to such... cruelty.”

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Hermione lay on the sunbed reading a particularly riveting book about, ironically, a marriage of convenience. She was at a relatively good part when a shadow fell over her, blocking the sun completely.

Surely, it wasn't that late.

She looked up from her book and saw the source of the eclipse.

“Nice jacket,” the words slipped out without much thought. He did look fetching.

Draco smirked, “Pansy took me shopping once I returned.” Thank Merlin for Parkinson’s good fashion sense.

Hermione rested her book on her bosom and asked quite innocently, “What can I do for you, Malfoy?”

Oh, so she was going to make him work for it, even though her behaviour was insensitive and downright rude.

Draco ignored the sarcasm and asked politely, “Do you have plans, Granger?” He would make things happen if she was reluctant or waiting for him to make the first move.

Honestly, he was about done taking things slow. It was driving him to the brink of madness.

Hermione sighed, “Umm, no. Maybe later, but first, I wanted to get a lovely tan.” She emphasised her point by sensually running her fingers up and down her exposed flesh, but she wondered what he was getting at.

Draco didn't waste time with useless explanations, nor did he ask for her permission, “Good.” He grabbed her swiftly by the wrist and pulled her unceremoniously to her feet.

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Their faces were barely inches apart, and Hermione could smell Draco’s aftershave and peppermint toothpaste as his breath ghosted over the skin on her cheek, “Isn't this better?” 

Hermione was rendered speechless as their eyes locked, and she took in the intensity swirling behind his beautiful, grey eyes. She swallowed hard, and her lips parted ever so slightly. 

Ginny cleared her throat, “Ahem, I would be happy to take Malfoy's single room so you two can share the double.” She thought her sacrifice would help ease the situation. 

“Ginny,” Hermione gritted out. Although, it didn't seem like a bad idea. Except the very thought caused her stomach to knot nervously. 

Abruptly, Draco let Hermione go, causing her to lose balance and almost fall flat on her arse. She glared at him and almost reached for her wand but remembered they weren't alone. 

Draco chuckled, “Careful, Weasley. Your suggestion might cause Granger's head to explode.”

Neville shifted his feet. He was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation and took the opportunity to excuse himself, “Well, I best get back to Pansy. Get some rest.” It was utterly bizarre to witness Malfoy and Hermione interact so freely with each other, and he needed time to process their tumultuous relationship.

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That one moment of peace was short-lived as the voice she dreaded echoed through the flat.

“Are you going to fuck him, Mudblood?” Oh, not this bloody wretch. Not today.

Hermione stiffened as the water ran cold, her body collapsing on itself as she shielded herself under the spray. She resisted the urge to crouch in the bottom of the shower.

She would let her not beat her this time. Breathing deeply, Hermione adopted a challenging stance and clicked her tongue inside of her cheek in irritation from the continual anticipation of when this torturous and loyal follower of Voldemort would arrive unexpectedly in her head.

When her insecurities flared, the stupid old cunt always appeared in her mind.

“Does that upset you, bitch?” Her clear voice rang out in answer from the bathroom.

Bellatrix's loud cackle bounced off the walls inside Hermione’s mind, “You will be nothing more to him than a whore. Nothing more than a piece of meat.”

Hermione swallowed hard and shouted aggressively, fed up with the assaults, “Like you were to Voldemort. No more than a slutty, adulterous toy!”

Bellatrix yelled, “Do not ever attempt to disrespect my devotion to him. You are the slut, the creature of dirt. The undeserving.”

Hermione spat defiantly, “And I will make your nephew love me. Please, do enjoy the show!”

“I will kill you, Mudblood!” Bellatrix snarled.

“You call me that because you don’t want to imagine us getting it on,” Hermione was on fire and continued to demean the dead dark witch, “If you find a way to come back, Harry will put you in the ground, you are a relentless, fleshless specter. You are no better than Peeves, and I have no more room for you in my head.”

Bellatrix laughed triumphantly, “Oh no, I’ll be here as long as you have that scar. You feel it every day, feel my knife as its sinks into your skin, Mudblood.”

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Hagrid grabbed Draco by his robes and said firmly, "You be good to my Hermione."

The situation was comical, but Draco was deadly serious with his reply, "You have my word, Hagrid."

Hagrid laid down, closed his eyes, and requested, "Sing me a lullaby."

Draco stood frozen for what seemed like a lifetime before he found his voice, "What?"

Hagrid choked back a sob, "My father would sing to me until I fell asleep." An unbearable pain gripped his fragile heart.

Draco massaged the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, "For fuck sake."

Ginny doubled over with laughter, and Hermione turned away to hide her face. 

Draco pulled up a chair resting in the corner, sat down, and complied, "Sure." He tried to recall one from his younger days, and it came to him within minutes. He sang a comforting sort of nursery rhyme he remembered in French. 

Ferme tes jolis yeux

Car les heures sont brèves

Au pays merveilleux

Au doux pays des rêves

Ferme tes jolis yeu

Ginny could not help but be impressed and nudged Hermione, "The man can carry a tune." 

Car tout n’est que mensonge

Le bonheur est un songe

Ferme tes jolis yeux

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Ginny was genuinely impressed, “Nicely done, Malfoy.”

She tapped her chin and teased, “You know, he reminds me of someone I once knew.”

Draco did not like the direction of the conversation but decided to humour her, “Oh?”

Ginny grinned, “Yeah, a certain pale blonde pointy-nosed Slytherin we went to school with.

Draco sighed, “Was I that bad?”

Ginny answered truthfully, “You were much worse.” It wasn't a lie. He had been unforgivably terrible to them without just cause. 

Draco looked into the stands in time to catch Hermione yawning openly and staring into oblivion, looking positively and utterly bored. 

Ginny cracked a smile, “Poor Hermione. She looks miserable.” 

She insisted, “You can head back to her if you wish, Malfoy.”

Draco raised a brow, “But don’t you have another class to teach?”

Ginny smiled knowingly, “You like her, don't you?”

Draco snorted, “What gave it away?” Still, it was clear from Ginny’s tone that she wasn't joking around. 

She winked, “The way you look at her.”

Draco answered, perplexed, “I don't look at her any different than I would you.”

Ginny answered with a roll of her eyes and frustration, “Come off it, Malfoy. You simp after her like some wounded puppy dog.”

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Ginny frowned and impatiently summarised, "We are going to Hogwarts. Madam Hooch asked me to supervise a few lessons." Of course, she wouldn't detail Madam Hooch's injury and whatnot, but she said the words slowly as if explaining to a child.  

Harry's features contorted unpleasantly. His stony gaze fell on the other man in the room.

He pointed to Malfoy and almost barked, "And he's going with you?" The man had let Death Eaters into the castle. It was hard to forget that act of treason. 

Hermione squirmed uncomfortably, "Um, I never gave it much thought." She honestly hadn't, and now it was all she could think about. Thanks a bunch, Harry.  

Ginny busied herself with making Harry a roast beef sandwich. She sliced the meat into even-sized pieces before cutting up a ripe tomato.

Still, she listened intently and kept valid points on standby to defend Malfoy if needed. The ice blonde wasn't her favourite person, but she could see he was trying to make amends for his past misdeeds.

Harry elucidated, "He's not been back there since Voldemort died."

Draco took a deep breath to calm his inner thoughts and explained, "I've put my past behind me, Potter. I expect the visit to go smoothly." 

If anyone should feel uncomfortable about the whole thing, it should be him. Quite honestly, he dreaded facing Minerva McGonagall, a far worse disciplinarian than Dumbledore and much less forgiving. 

Harry laughed cynically and raised a curious brow, "Right, but has your past put you behind it? You might not get a grand welcome from the portraits or professors." Malfoy dared to walk into a place he had caused severe harm. 

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She stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes, studying his body language for a sign of dishonesty, but she was sorely disappointed. He was strikingly handsome.

Hermione turned away and went to stand by the window. She stared into the gardens sprawled before them and said, "Well, that's convenient for the moment." 

Her voice cracked before she could control it, and words laced with unmistakable pain left her lips, "I had to take drastic measures to ensure my family's safety when Voldemort almost took over."

Her words piqued Draco's interest. Perhaps there was more behind her defiant behaviour. 

He ran his fingers through his hair and probed, hoping for a satisfactory answer, "What do you mean?" 

Hermione kept her gaze firmly locked on the swaying branches of the trees and almost whispered in agony, "I hated having to do it, but what choice did I have? I almost lost them for good." She closed her eyes, and a solitary tear slid down her cheek. It had been the single most difficult decision of her life, and she doubted that she would ever be presented with something so gut-wrenching again.

Draco couldn't hold back his impatience. He was desperate to know what she was referring to and demanded, "Granger, what are you on about? Tell me!"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione explained without holding back the circumstances leading up to her choice to obliviate her parents and the events that followed afterwards. 

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Hermione watched Draco leave with her mother and grandmother with mixed feelings. They trusted him. Why couldn't she?

She sighed, slowly approached Hannah and smiled, “Thank you for the advice, Hannah.” She somewhat trusted her old friend's judgment. Besides, Hannah and Malfoy seemed to be getting quite close from their behaviour.

Hannah winked and grinned mischievously, “Have a good night.” With those famous last words, she waved her wand and disapparated with a loud crack.

Richard held out his arm and gushed, “Come on, princess.” He examined his daughter's face and became worried, “You seem a bit out of sorts.”

Hermione took his arm and confessed, “I guess I am a little nervous.”

Richard patted her hand resting on his forearm and teased, “I didn't know you and Draco were an item.”

Hermione blushed and had the grace to look mildly ashamed, “Oh, the kiss? No, we aren't. I really don't know what we are, but I know I don't feel anything romantic towards him.”

Richard let out a hearty chuckle, “You sure fooled me.”

Hermione tried to defend her words and actions, but she hardly got anything out, “But, I….”

Richard interrupted with words of pure assurance, “It'll be alright, love. I'm always here to support you.” His hold on her arm tightened to solidify his words of protectiveness. A father's love knows no bounds. He would do everything in his power to protect her.

Hermione took out her wand, kissed her father on the cheek and replied before they disapparated, “I know, dad. I love you.”

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The man looked at Draco in mild irritation and sneered, "Well, if it isn't Draco fucking Malfoy!"

Draco knew the deep, grating voice. He had heard it every day while at Hogwarts. They were bound to cross paths eventually. 

Taking a step back, Draco studied the heavily tattooed formidable man and greeted somewhat icily, "Goyle." He bore no grudge against his former friend and housemate, but the same couldn't be said about the man glaring daggers at him.

Goyle snarled, "I heard you were back from hiding." He scrutinised Malfoy's form. The man seemed changed from their younger arrogant days. There was a specific difference that he couldn't quite put his chubby finger on, but he intended to find out what it was. 

Draco took the insulting comment with a grain of salt and simply smiled before replying, "I wasn't in hiding." 

Goyle leered. His teeth were treacherously yellow, "You always were a bit of a cowardly git, Malfoy." He purposely goaded, wholeheartedly welcoming an altercation. 

Tempting as it was, Draco refused to take the bait. Instead, he chose to be the bigger man and nodded curtly with a swift, seemingly polite response, "It was good seeing you, Goyle."

Clearly, Goyle was not done with bringing up the past. It was evident from his tone that he held some profound resentment. He spat out the words, "If it weren't for Crabbe and me, you would've been pounded to death by the rest daily." 

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Draco swept into the room with a slight smile and cocky greeting, "Good morning, Madam Undersecretary. You look lovely. Green brings out the seriousness in your eyes."

Oh, bloody marvellous. He had heard her childish outburst. 

Hermione smoothed her skirt though it was unnecessary and attempted to be polite to a certain degree, "Malfoy, what a, umm, pleasant surprise." Being around him would require every bit of professionalism and self-discipline she could muster.

Hannah rolled her eyes and punched Draco playfully on the arm as she strode out with her Auror robes billowing behind her. 

Hermione was sure she heard Hannah whisper something candid to Malfoy because his lips curved upwards to form a sensual smile, and he tugged at her ponytail teasingly, but she couldn't quite hear what was exchanged from where she was standing. 

Well, Hannah and Malfoy seemed to be getting along splendidly.

Draco closed the door behind him and regarded the attractive woman in a tight black pencil skirt, green blouse and high heels. He would never have pegged Granger as the type of woman to wear such uncomfortable-looking footwear, but clearly, he was mistaken.

He stepped closer and self-assuredly bent to brush her lips with his when Hermione leaned back, away from his touch and stopped him from progressing by covering his mouth with her petite hand 

She scolded, "What do you think you're doing?" 

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Hermione wandered into the DMLE in search of Harry. He mainly worked late, and she craved an intellectual conversation. 

A few Aurors greeted her, but Harry’s room remained shrouded in darkness, a clear sign that he had left for the night or was away following up on a lead. 

As Hermione was about to leave, a tall, distinguished figure with unique blonde hair wandered into another room carrying a beaker of a pinkish substance and mumbling incoherently to himself. She was unmistakably sure it was Malfoy this time, her heart skipped a beat, and she scolded herself for reacting in such a childish manner.

What was Malfoy still doing here? Studying, perhaps?

It dawned on her that he had come out of the potions room and headed towards the room that housed the supplies cabinet. Curious, Hermione quietly walked in and found the place deserted except for a cauldron on a slow boil with an odourless concoction simmering inside.

The long wooden table that held cauldrons of all sizes was placed so that it faced a large blackboard, leaving anybody seated there unable to see who entered. 

Hermione peered into the cauldron and frowned. From the appearance of the potion, Malfoy seemed to be brewing an advanced version of a Draught of Living Death, a potent sleeping draught, sending the drinker into a deathlike slumber, but it wasn't quite right.

However, the colour threw her off. It wasn't pale pink as it should be. Hermione took hold of the ladle and slowly stirred. She had hardly completed an oscillation when a large hand with a signet ring on his pinky finger and a black bead bracelet on his wrist covered her hand completely with his and applied enough pressure to make her stop stirring.

Hermione felt his warmth and his front press into her back. When had he entered? She hadn't heard a sound. 

The protruding buttons of his uniform dug into the flesh of her back uncomfortably. Of course, he easily towered over her, but with such ease, he bent to her level and whispered in her ear, "You're doing it wrong."

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The melody broke her heart and slowly mended it. It made her feel hot, bothered and overly emotional for unknown reasons. Hermione took her time in the bathroom, leaned against the sink, and random thoughts about her life popped up. After a few moments, the music stopped, followed by faint applause, and then it grew unnervingly quiet.

She heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, but since she was still in the bathroom behind a closed door, Hermione didn't have the faintest clue who it was. In a panic, she threw the door open in time to catch Malfoy locking the room door. The audible click snapping the locking mechanism in place made her cringe, and a sudden burst of excitement rendered her speechless with anticipation. 

Draco narrowed his gaze and drawled, "Did you think your behaviour wouldn't have consequences?" Hermione scanned the area for all possible means of escape, but Malfoy blocked the only one and, like a complete idiot, she had left her wand downstairs in her bag.

Instead of succumbing to the circumstances, she put on a brave face and scoffed, "Oh please, I'm quivering in my three-inch heels. Move!"

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Draco brushed a piece of greasy hair off Hannah’s face and said firmly, “Well, she’s in safe hands. You can leave.” He was afraid his partner would collapse out of sheer exhaustion.

Hannah yawned and didn’t bother to conceal her gaping mouth. She inconspicuously glanced at the closed door and said groggily, “Don’t make too much noise. That Muggle bloke from the club spent the night, and they were bloody loud doing whatever they were doing in the bedroom. I hardly slept a wink.” 

Draco felt a raging surge of anger. His hands balled into fists, and features contorted unpleasantly as he hissed, “What?” Somebody was going to die, but he wasn’t quite sure who. He battled internally. Calm yourself. This isn’t the way! What is the matter with you?

Hannah let out a tired chuckle and rubbed her eyes to chase away the sleepiness, “You’re lucky, Malfoy. Granger sounds pretty good in the sack.” 

“How could you let this happen, Hannah?” Draco accused after failing miserably to keep his temper intact. Back in China, he had such control over his emotions and feelings. A few weeks with Granger and all his hard work to control his inner self fell apart.

Hannah shrugged, “It’s not my place to dictate her life, Malfoy.” She poked him in the chest with a knowing smirk, “Granger has needs, Malfoy. Needs you aren’t satisfying, apparently.” Draco blushed crimson and raised a questioning brow. What was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was sounded insulting. 

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Hermione rolled her eyes, "Relax, Draco! Don't be such a killjoy." A masculine scent invaded her personal space. The smell was repulsive and almost made her vomit.

"Who's Draco?" The Muggle man probed curiously while slipping a hand around her waist. Hermione attempted to move away, grinned slyly and stated the truth, "My gorgeous fiancé."

Draco couldn't help but smile, and then the sudden realisation of another man wanting to spend time in her company made him deeply frown. 

The determined man caught sight of the impressive ring and tried to persuade, "Ah, how about we forget about him tonight, love? You and I can have a little fun." He could pocket the ring and sell it for a sizable fortune if all else failed.

Draco fumed, "Granger! Are you there? Answer me!" His free hand balled into a hardened fist, and he mustered all his self-control not to put it through Theo’s antique mirror. Blaise sensed something was wrong and tried to be the voice of reason, "Hang up the phone, mate."

Hannah emerged from the side with a deep frown of disapproval etched onto her face. Without hesitation, she pushed the man's hand off Hermione’s person before she could and shoved him back with a dire warning, "Don't touch her."

Don't touch her? What? When had it escalated into touching? Draco was livid. His hold on the phone tightened, and his patience hung by a very fine thread.

Reluctantly, the man fell back and sneered, "Mind your own business." This no good bitch was thwarting his plans. Hannah stood her ground, sized up the pitiful Muggle, cocked her head to the side and smirked, "Make me." Hermione kept her eyes on the man seeking an altercation with Hannah and spoke calmly into the phone, "Good night, Draco." Her bad idea to rile up Malfoy had backfired.

Draco insisted with more force than necessary, but his plea fell on deaf ears, "Granger, don't you dare hang up," Blast, the line went dead, and Draco stared at the black screen with his heart pounding in his ears. Theo caught sight of his friend’s anxious face and demanded in an elevated state of panic, "Where are they?"