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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been running through my mind for the past two weeks. My boss has been wondering what's been keeping me so distracted! So glad it's finally out and to you!

Blinded Chapter 10
A month of no true leads had come and gone. Draco Malfoy had gone back to his job at The Department of International Magical Cooperation and was now constantly irritated with one Hermione Granger. They met up twice a week for lunch to discuss what was happening in the case or the lack of anything happening in the case.
"Still nothing Granger?" Draco asked in a whiny voice. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to handle this side of Draco Malfoy. She'd much rather have the snarky and self-confident Malfoy she'd grown up with in school. Hermione knew how to deal with that Malfoy, not this shrill and vulnerable one.
"Patience Malfoy. Cases are never solved overnight." Hermione answered crisply to the man who lived to pester her.
Draco's eyes narrowed at hearing her answer. He quickly took a bite of his sandwich trying not to look at her. "This is taking too long," she heard him mutter. She wished upon every star out there that this case was on it's way to being solved. She didn't need him making her feel guilty too.
They were at their now favorite café where the pineapple and strawberries incident had taken place. It had seemed like ages since the two had flirted with each other. The red boxes had put a stop to any of that behavior. One box after another had come in with the same ammo in them, hair from the kidnapped children. Hermione had almost laughed with relief when the last box of hair came in belonging to the last of the kidnapped children, and hopefully, now they would stop for a while. What were they trying to say sending all of the boxes full of hair? Was it some kind of joke for the kidnappers? Hermione was frankly bored trying to figure out why they were doing it. This part of the investigation had greatly veered off from the one that it'd been mimicking thank goodness. She felt like they were being played with, and something worse was right around the corner.
"Any more packages?" Draco looked up from sipping his soup. How sad was it that the only thing the two of them could talk about were the annoying packages from the most uninteresting kidnappers she'd ever encountered.
"Draco, I've already told you we haven't had anything come in for weeks now. This whole bloody case has come to a total standstill." Hermione threw down the half of the uneaten sandwich that was now unappealing to her. She sat back in her chair with folded arms. She knew she was now in defensive mode, but couldn't help herself.
Draco cocked his head meeting her eyes, "I'm sorry Hermione. I shouldn't be nattering on about this, but it's just damned frustrating not knowing what is happening to my son and the other children."
Hermione reached out to touch Draco's hand, "I know it's frustrating. It's killing me inside that we don't know more." Draco's hand curled around hers and his thumb stroked the top. At his touch, the instant zing of tingles swept through her down to her toes. Hermione looked at their clasped hands. Glancing up she caught his eye wondering if he even realized what he was doing. She quickly withdrew her hand, putting it in her lap.
"Would you be interested in going on holiday with me?" Hermione asked.
Draco's head snapped up at the question. "What are you going on about Granger?" He quizzically raised his eyebrow at her.
Hermione grinned back at him, happy to have caught him off guard. "I'm going back to Paris. I'm to meet up with my team that solved the other case similar to this one. Maybe, just maybe, they can see something with fresh eyes that we've all been missing."
Draco sat for a moment not moving, and then his eyes flashed with zeal as he jumped from his seat pulling Hermione into his arms hugging her tight. He twirled her around and around as she screamed in surprise. The other patrons watched them with smiling faces.
"Put me down Draco." Hermione scolded him, while also laughing. "I knew you'd be pleased but…"
"Yes, I'm pleased! We're doing something more than sitting around staring at boxes full of hair." Hermione hadn't seen a smile on Draco's face for a long time. There was a lightness of relief in her chest. She'd been worried about how he'd take this invitation to go to Paris. His mood swings had been worse than a pregnant woman.
"How soon can you get packed?" Hermione said with a smile.
"I always have a bag packed. It comes with my job." Draco drawled in self-importance. "I bet you can't say that."
Hermione poked him in the chest, "Guess what Malfoy? You are right!" She winked at him and turned to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going so fast, Granger?" Draco shouted out with a grin.
"I'm heading back to my flat to pack, of course." Hermione waved hearing him laugh as she left.
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Hermione stood morosely in her huge walk-in closet. Once again she was trying to decide what to wear to Paris. This was a business trip, but she'd also be seeing old friends she'd worked with for years. Hermione also knew she wanted to look good for someone else, specifically one Mr. Draco Malfoy. When had her life got to this point where she cared if Draco Malfoy liked what she wore? Stranger things had definitely happened and this would be added to the list.
She pulled a dress out of the closet and held it up against her. Smiling in the mirror she tried to imagine what Draco might think about her in this. It was a short, black, lacy dress she'd found in a high-class boutique in Paris. She'd bought it on a whim when her friend, Monique Bonnay, had dared her to buy it. This was when she'd first moved to Paris. She still had a lot to learn about dressing to accentuate her assets. This was the first purchase she'd bought that she'd felt was truly daring. It was slightly low cut and sat three inches above the knee. Would Draco even care? Taking a deep breath she sassily grabbed several other outfits and packed them for the trip. She was so excited to see her old friends who'd been her sole supporters for many years. This was her power team that had helped her solve many tough cases. They were her sounding board. They were her equals. She needed the spark only they could give her to make a break in this case.
Hermione levitated her suitcase out to the fireplace. She would floo to Malfoy Manor and then from there they would take a portkey to the Malfoy Offices in France. She was excited about many things: a break in the case, getting to see old friends and spending some quality time with Draco. Also, it was about time to own up to the feelings that had surfaced for the man since she'd moved back to England.
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Hermione came through the floo and walked out into a sitting room. Draco was attentively reading over some paperwork as she brushed soot off of herself.
"You made it just in time. Our portkey activates in five minutes." Draco stood and walked over to her. He gave her a rare smile that often wasn't seen on a Malfoy.
"Packing took longer than I thought," Hermione said smiling back at the handsome wizard standing next to her.
She knew the real reason for her almost tardiness. Selecting the right outfits to impress seemed to take longer than just throwing things to "wear" in a suitcase. For many years she hadn't cared about her looks. She didn't always have the time to care. Between keeping up her studies to insure top marks, and helping Harry defeat an evil, egotistical wizard, there hadn't been much time to worry about clothes, makeup, and calming her hair. Lavender and Parvarti had done enough primping for all of the girls at Hogwarts.
"Are you ready?" Draco held out the portkey, a large old-fashioned key seven inches long and three inches wide. Hermione laughed in her head as she'd never before seen a portkey that was really in the shape of a key.
Draco yelled out to her, "Grab on now." Her hand shot out grabbing onto the key. She felt the unnatural tug that propelled her through space. Even after many years of portkey travel, it still made her feel sick and dizzy. As luck would have it, they landed ungracefully, draped around each other.
"Oh, that hurt," Draco said as he tried to lift his head up. Hermione's legs were currently wrapped around his neck. Meanwhile, Hermione's face was resting in Draco's crotch.
"Muf, hev, hurf," she mumbled trying to breathe.
"What did you say?" Draco was squirming around attempting to detach himself from Hermione. She was trying not to kick him in the head with her 3-inch heels. Hermione was also well aware of what her face was doing to a part of Draco's anatomy. From the frantic movement at her feet, she knew someone else was feeling as uncomfortable as she was
Hermione pushed up on her hands and knees, shaking her head trying to shake the fuzziness from the harsh fall.
"You might want to pull your skirt down seeing we have company approaching," Draco whispered nonchalantly. Bending her head down, she looked between her legs to see Draco grinning at her.
"Oh, Gods!" Hermione yelped, spying her black, lacy knickers out in full view. "Help me Draco." She whispered her plea to him.
"Help you with what?" a hint of mischievousness in her voice.
"Pull down my skirt…please!" Hermione tried tugging on her skintight black skirt that was currently hitched up around her waist. She felt Draco give a firm tug, unbalancing her. She sprawled backward into his lap, straddling his legs, while his arms circled around her.
Hermione's old friends walked up just then in the foyer of the offices. Their eyes lit up at the sight of her sitting on the floor in a handsome man's lap.
"Well, it's good to see nothing has changed." Auror Chason Paquin cocked his head as he snickered at seeing his friend.
"Still wrapped up in the arms of a fine-looking man." Monique Bonnay, her former partner winked at her.
"How about some help here?" Hermione pleaded to Chason and Monique.
"What if I said no? It's rather fun seeing you in such a compromising position?" Chason smirked.
"It's also not the first time either. Right, Hermione?" Monique tried not to laugh as she watched Hermione's reaction.
"Humph," Hermione crossed her arms against her chest. She could hear and feel the deep chuckles coming from Draco. He reached his free hand out to Chason, "Draco Malfoy…Pleased to meet your acquaintance. I head Britain's Department of International Magical Cooperation." Chason shook his hand grinning the whole time at Hermione.
"Up you go," Draco said as she felt his hands on her behind pushing her up.
Chason grabbed her hands, "You still don't like traveling by portkey I see."
"No, I do not," Hermione said, looking anywhere but at Draco who was watching her as she wobbled on her heels trying to straighten her outfit.
"Let's show you the way to your hotel." Monique motioned to them.
Hermione stuck her nose in the air trying to salvage some of her dignity. Draco smirked at her attempt as she brushed past him.
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"So, is there a reason we're sharing a suite of rooms?" Draco asked as he walked into the large sitting room area. Hermione started to answer then shut her mouth, wondering the same thing.
"I've no idea, but this will allow us to be able to discuss things in a more private setting." Draco raised an eyebrow and gave her one of his lopsided grins.
"Yes, I was truly worried about us being able to have our private time while here in Paris." Draco drawled slowly in a flat tone.
Hermione smacked his arm as she walked by him on her way to the nearest bedroom. "I call this room."
"It's yours," Draco called back from the other room.
Hermione dropped down onto the bed with a sigh. What an awkward start to this business trip. It surely wasn't very professional ending up in Draco's lap. She felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered opening her eyes with her face squished into Draco's bits. It had been a long time since her face had been anywhere near a man's lap, but this truly wasn't the preferred method. She tried to sweep this humiliating experience from her mind. Draco hadn't seemed too offended finding her bum in his face. Her head dropped into her hands wanting to die from embarrassment. Why, oh why, did these things always happen to her? Especially around men she was trying to impress.
"I need to go back out there and act as nothing happened at all." She tried to give herself some encouragement. "The only problem is, I don't know if I'll be able to ever look him in the eye again."
Hearing laughter coming from the outer room, she knew her friends were back to take them to dinner. Knowing them, they would be teasing her the rest of the night about her undignified landing in Draco Malfoy's lap.
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It was so nice to be back at one of her favorite Parisian eating establishments, Restaurant Guy Savoy which was just up the road from the Arc de Triomphe. A few more members of her old Auror team had joined them. They'd just eaten some of Savoy's signature dishes including the artichoke soup dressed with black truffle shavings, accompanied by brioche slathered with truffle butter, and the lamb, stuffed with herbs and potato gratin. For dessert they had eaten the chocolate orb dessert with warm mango coulis poured over it at the last minute that created a devastatingly delicious melting effect. Hermione felt like she was in culinary heaven. It had been a long time since she'd eaten anything so divinely rich. Now she felt like her belly was going to burst.
Draco seemed to be fitting in smoothly with her former group of friends. They'd been recounting past fun times they'd had together while working with Hermione.
"You know, it was always fated that Hermione would be the leader of our team," said Monique.
"Well, she can't help herself. She is a bossy swot after all." Chason hugged Hermione close and kissed her on the cheek. Draco looked over at how close she and Chason were sitting. He had a puzzled look on his face. She tried to ignore his probing gaze and just sat back and enjoyed the easygoing conversation. Too soon in the morning they would be discussing the serious case of the missing children. For now, they needed this breath of fresh air before the uncomfortable work began. Hermione was also expecting the shift in Draco's manner once his son would be discussed. She hadn't told her friends yet that Draco's son was one of the missing children. Hermione had wanted them all to get to know one another without pity being shown towards Draco. He deserved to have this day without that hanging over his head.
She stared at the man who seemed to always be in her thoughts. He was still in so much pain, but he didn't always show it outwardly. He was currently laughing at one of Monique's jokes with his head thrown back and carefree. She liked when Draco smiled that perfect smile, which had always made women be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Hermione also loved the way he wore his hair these days, loose, ungelled, and often falling into his unique, gray eyes. Those eyes, oh my, they were so easy to get lost in and seemed to look deep into your soul when he was thoughtfully listening to you. When had she started making a list of these fine details that made up Draco Malfoy? Was she fourteen again? All thoughts of wanting to keep things professional between the two of them had slowly been disappearing day after day, week after week as they worked together.
"So what do you think about that Hermione?" asked Monique.
Hermione stared at her looking lost, considering she'd been deep in thought making a playlist of the wonders of Draco. Gods! How stupid did she look now? "Pardon me? I didn't hear your question?"
"She has that, 'I'm deep in thought and my brain is currently occupied and might spontaneously combust at any moment' look," Draco said teasingly.
"That's our Hermione," said Monique. "You seem to know her really well Draco."
"I've known her for a while now," said Draco leaning back in his seat. "We went to school together at Hogwarts, though we weren't the best of friends."
Hermione snorted, "That's putting it mildly. We actually hated each other the whole time we went to school." Hermione folded her arms across her chest going back into her childhood defensive mode. She hadn't meant to say that, but after years of battling the Slytherin, it just came out.
Draco leaned forward, looking only at Hermione, "I never actually hated you. It was only Harry and Ron I hated." Draco said calmly. Irritation thrummed through Hermione as she thought back to all the times Draco had made her cry. Her mind was foggy and maybe she'd drank too much but she felt her temperature rising.
"Well, you never would have known it." she snapped back. Hermione, feeling more irritated than she should, stood shaking the table and sloshing the wine out of their glasses. Grabbing her purse she stalked off to the hotel. Little did she know that Draco's face fell into a frown. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at his plate in embarrassment, while everyone else at the table sat quietly looking uncomfortable wondering what had just happened. Draco stood, dropped some money on the table and left without a goodbye. The silence at the table accompanied his swift departure.
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Draco walked into the suite of rooms slamming the door shut. Reaching up, he yanked his tie off and flung it onto the table. Hermione stood there watching him, well aware that the man was displeased.
"Draco." Hermione walked behind him trying to get his attention. "Draco, stop I…" she reached out to touch his arm.
He flinched back, "Don't!" Cutting her off before she could say anything else. "I wasn't aware of how much you still resented me from what happened during our childhood."
"Well, yes, maybe I am, but why are you so angry? I'm not the one who called you obscene names if I recall."
"Ha!" Draco glared at her with cold, hard eyes. "I guess Ferret-face is being polite?"
"Oh excuse me, but it's not as bad as being called a mudblood!" Hermione's nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists. She really wanted to slap the arrogance off his face.
Draco glanced down at her hands, "Don't even think about it," he growled out. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her forward and knocked her into his well-muscled chest. She struggled in his arms feeling the wild beating of his heart next to hers. Still enraged, his face moved closer to hers. Hermione stared at the pulsing vein on his forehead, when suddenly his lips locked onto hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless, and with an inability to think clearly.
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I hope you liked this turn in the story. I know this chapter didn't dwell a lot on the case, but a few reviewers sent me messages saying it was time D&H started getting closer. I agreed! Please leave some reviews with thoughts about the story and how close they should get now. I'm planning on them solving the case soon, with her former team's help.
I hope you liked this turn in the story. I know this chapter didn't dwell a lot on the case, but a few reviewers sent me messages saying it was time D&H started getting closer. I agreed! Please leave some reviews with thoughts about the story and how close they should get now. I'm planning on them solving the case soon, with her former team's help.
Thanks are being sent to those who reviewed last time:Victoria, starr and Trelweny! You are the best!!
Remember to go check out my other WIP fics-Time Changes All Things and Living. I also have a new tumbler account ssdawning.tumblr.com so go find me and give me a follow.
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