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The Dirty Duchess, Chapter-4

With a frustrated sigh, Draco thought of inspecting the back door hoping to get a clue. Before he could turn something ran past him making a terrified cluck, cluck sound. He moved his head to the side to see a couple of terrified chickens running as if their life was on the line. Well, at least Miss Granger had chickens.

How appallingly plebeian of her!

"CROOKSKANKS! Don't you dare scare the chickens again or Martha will have my head on a platter-"

Draco winced as someone screamed like a banshee. He was about to turn to check who in the Lord's name was creating such a racket when something big, orange and certainly ugly jumped on him. Or rather on his face, if one wanted to be precise.

Then everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Draco screamed.

The offending banshee screamed.

And the creature that should have been declared as an abomination of nature screeched.

Before Draco could realize what was happening a soft warm body crashed into him and he would have gladly taken its weight but seeing as he busy, trying to shake off that damnable creature from his face, he fell on his arse.

With an oomph, Draco landed on his backside with an armful of a wriggling woman and a mouthful of her unruly curls. His body was so jarred that all he could do was stay still and take in deep breaths willing the pain to subside.

And there it was, that scent.