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CHAPTER 66 ❤️

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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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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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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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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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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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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.”