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The Uneventful Story

By: Snowflake Imp

Rated: NC-17

Chapter 14

Disclaimer: Wait,
I�ve got it � why don�t I just say I DON�T own Harry Potter, and then people
can NOT pay me for this story?? WOW,
that�s so genius! It so like, totally
works in MY favor!

Warning: I know I wrote for most chapters that it was NC-17,
but I thought of the warnings as for the WHOLE story, not the individual
chapters. So while Chapter 1 could be
rated maybe a PG-13 or even a PG, this chapter is DEFINITELY NC-17.

You have been warned.

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Hermione couldn�t speak.
If she were able to move, she would have been positively shaking.

Blaise swept his eyes down her body, a bulge in her coat
pocket catching his attention. Without
hesitation or attention to personal space, he reached into her pocket and
removed a rather large jewelry box. He
clucked his disapproval with a smirk.

�Now now, don�t tell me you were actually considering giving
this back to me? Not when it looks so
delicious on you?� he asked playfully, tucking the box back into her
pocket.

Hermione managed to stutter, trying to explain her
actions. �I-I didn�t mean to�.I just
thought that � � �

�No, you keep it,� he said firmly, brushing back a few stray
hair that blew across her face.

�Just�.didn�t think it was proper�we�re�.you know�,� she
muttered, looking away. She couldn�t
look at him anymore.

�Proper?� Blaise repeated, his tone amused yet obviously
astonished. �Proper?�

Hermione blushed, not liking where this was going. Her heart was hammering into her chest. She could barely hear him.

�If you wish to discuss proper, my dear,� he
said, putting emphasis on the word like it was a joke, �then you should include
neither me nor you in that same sentence.�

�I�I don�t understand,� she said miserably, wringing her
hands together.

�No, of course you wouldn�t,� he cooed sympathetically. He pressed his forehead against hers, his
breath hot against her face. His breath
smelled of the Ceylon tea they drank an hour ago.

�Don�t worry, I�m sure it will all come back to you,� he
whispered, his soft lips brushing against hers teasingly. �And when it does, I will find you. And we will finished what we started.�

She was afraid to breathe.

Suddenly the very image of a friendly face, he backed away
but not before taking one of her hands and kissing it softly. After releasing her, he opened the door to
his carriage and began to step in.
Before he closed the door, however, he turned to look down at her. His smile was positively sinful, his eyes
blazing. He gave a small laugh.

�I say that, but know that I can only wait so long,� he said
as his parting words. �Ciao, bella.�

Even after he was long gone, Hermione stood there in the
middle of the road, unable to comprehend even a word of what had just
transpired.

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Draco wondered if it was Friday already. It felt odd, not being at the Ministry
during working hours, but this was too important to put off. He hadn�t much time left, he knew. If he didn�t do this now, who knew what
might happen.

Blaise was right, it had been a long time
since he had last been to his estate.
The place looked completely different.
Sure, the mansion was still the traditional white-cream marble with
light green trimmings, but the surrounding garden had been completely
revamped. Before, the garden was very
standard, very English with the red roses, stone fountains and neatly pebbled
paths. But now that Blaise�s mother had
been widowed, again, for the ninth time (under innocent circumstances, he was
sure), she was free to decorate however she pleased for the time being.

Tropical flowers flown in from exotic locations engulfed the
front garden, becoming a beautiful, lush forest in which to travel through to
get to the main entrance. Draco swore
there was a charm cast to make the surrounding temperature humid. Once he reached the grandiose main doors, he
knocked briskly three times.

A comely young maid opened the door shyly, her head
bowed. �Good afternoon, Lord
Malfoy. Of what service could I be for
you today?�

Draco had to hold back a laugh. Though the girl spoke modestly, he could hear the implicit undertones
in her speech. Every living creature in
this household reeked of it. He
remembered as a young boy how excited he was to hear such tones coming from the
countless members living in the house.
Now, it was almost pitiful.
Almost disgusting.

�Is Blaise in?� he asked simply.

She nodded. �Yes
milord. But I�m afraid my master is
rather�indisposed at the moment.
Perhaps later�?�

�That�s all right.
It�s rather urgent,� he said leaning in, using one arm against the door
to prop himself. He towered over her by
at least a head.

The maid blushed and stuttered. She must have been newly acquired. �I�m not sure if the master would approve�.,�

�Don�t worry,� he said winningly, oozing of charm. She looked up at him and smiled
hesitantly. �I drop by all the
time.� He flashed her a smile, showing
all of his pearly teeth.

�Well�if you insist�� she said softly, bowing and backing
away so that he could enter. Without a
backwards glance, he ascended casually up the stairs, knowing his way around
like the back of his hand. After all,
in the past this house was practically his own.

After walking through the long hallway on the second floor,
he reached the last room to the right.
The moans and grunts and thuds he heard faintly from down the hall were
quite loud now that he was in front of the door. Draco had a suspicion the walls were thin on purpose � voyeurs
and degenerates, the lot of them. He
knocked sharply twice and then opened the door without waiting for a response.

Draco had to school his face so as to not give away
anything. Ye gods, it was just
as he had imagined.

Blaise, surprised at the intrusion, sat up abruptly, his
muscles tensed. When he realized who it
was, he relaxed with sigh, flopping back down onto the bed.

�Oh, it�s only you,� he murmured, turning back to the
longhaired brunette who had been sucking on his thick member. He caressed her hair, letting her know he
wanted her to continue. �Shut the door,
would you?�

Draco obediently obliged.
He leaned against it and crossed his arms, taking in the sight before
him. Blaise was currently entertaining
two brunette sisters, twins by the look of it, on top of his massive,
feather-down bed. Completely in the
nude, the three seemed to have been at it for quite some time.

Blaise groaned, unabashed that they had a visitor. In fact, he seemed to relish it. He turned his head to look at his best mate,
a light sheen of sweat gracing his brow.
�I was wondering�when you would show up,� he said a bit breathlessly.

His eyes swept across the room, observing that while one of
the girls was kneeling between Blaise�s parted legs and licking with abandon,
the other girl appeared to be just watching the two, her legs spread apart, her
fingers pleasuring herself. The
partner-less one, the girl with shorter brown hair, moaned when she saw that a
new person had arrived. She shifted so
that she faced Draco completely, fondling her breasts a little more for
show. The other girl with hair down to
her waist, at the moment deep throating and humming around Blaise�s shaft,
every once in awhile locked her gaze onto Draco, her eyes burning with lust.

�Not today Blaise,� Draco said easily, looking not at all
affected by the scene before him.

�Then what?� Blaise grunted, picking up the girl and
impaling her on his shaft. She moaned
loudly while her sister cooed and scooted up, her fingers furiously circling
her clit. The long-haired sister began
bouncing up and down slowly, her ample breasts bouncing. In addition to his penis slathered and
slippery with her saliva, she was also already slick with arousal; every time
she descended, a very wicked squelching noise was to be heard. Draco didn�t even flinch. Blaise had to admire his steel resolve; a
lesser man would have been fully aroused and panting by now, if not already in
the bed. Draco looked like he was just
taking a walk in the park.

�I�m here to discuss Hermione Granger, actually,� he
replied, keeping his face neutral.

At the sound of her name, Blaise�s face darkened with
depraved delight. He grabbed the girl
on top of him and quickly, forcefully, flipped her over. She squealed with delight, elated that he
was finally going to take the lead. He
turned her over so that she was on her stomach and gathered her around her
waist, making her delicious rear stick up in the air. Without warning, he plunged his hot, thick member back into her
folds and gripped her waist hard, pulling her in with every thrust so that he
could get even deeper inside her. Her
equally aroused sister, who was now thrusting three fingers into her opening
and slapping her breasts in hopes of finding release, joined in the girl�s
cries of pleasure.

Draco noticed that up until he mentioned her name, Blaise
seemed content at a leisurely dalliance with the girls doing all the work, but
now he seemed very worked up, like he needed a release badly. �What�.about her?� he panted out harshly,
grinning like mad as he pumped into the unresisting girl.

He shrugged. �I have
to admit, I didn�t think you�d hold out this long.�

Blaise barked out a laugh, plunging into the girl faster,
their sweaty skin slapping together.
�If I want it bad enough�.hah�.hah�..I can wait for
quite..a �long�.time,� he said, short of breath. Draco watched his childhood friend thrust in
and out of the girl who was now babbling with mad delight. It was somewhat hypnotic, Blaise�s rhythm.

The shorthaired girl appeared unsuccessful at reaching her
climax, her breaths short and disjointed.
With a cry of frustration, she crawled up to where her sister�s head was
and spread her legs wide. She grabbed
her head, which was pressed closely to the mattress, and slipped her sopping
opening underneath. Her sister moaned
at both the treat in front of her and at Blaise�s member drumming into in, her
breasts swaying from the force.

She immediately buried her face into her sister�s crotch,
slurping and licking and sucking everything her hot mouth could find. Her sister threw her head back and moaned
loudly, pressing her sister�s head firmly between her legs, knotting her fingers
into her long hair.

�Yeesss�!� she moaned, thrusting her hips up and down when
her sister began voraciously sucking her clit.
Her movements were so vulgar, she knew, without an ounce of dignity or
grace. Just the way she knew he liked
it.

�Oooh, that�s it luv,� Blaise whispered, encouraging the
erotic site in front of him. He slammed
into her harder, relishing that her moans were muffled by her sister�s
mound. He slapped her supple buttocks a
few times and then gripped her waist tighter, his fingers digging into her
flesh. He turned to Draco for a moment,
his amber eyes blazing with suggestion.
Draco could still join them, if he�d like. Blaise was never the possessive type; he was always open for
sharing.

Draco held his gaze but was unmovable, like stone. �I�m dying for a fag, you have any around?�
he asked instead.

Blaise jerked his head to the dresser next to him before
returning his concentration to the task at hand. Draco walked over, his heavy shoes gently thudding across the
wooden floor, barely noticeable amongst the cries of wanton passion on the
bed. He leaned against the wall and
crossed his legs as he opened up the tasteful silver etched cigarette holder
and picked up a silver lighter.

The taste of tobacco filled his lungs � a taste he hadn�t
had for a long time. He exhaled,
expelling out the noxious fumes. He
held that cigarette like an old pro.

�Thought�.you quit�,� Blaise roughly observed, his body now
positively slick with sweat.

�Merely temporarily stopped,� he drawled, tapping it
expertly to shake off the ashes.

�You can have the whole thing if you like,� Blaise breathed.

�Aaah! I�m so�I�m so
close!� the shorthaired brunette cried, thrashing about. �Please!!�

Her sister obeyed and noisily slobbered all over her clit,
thrusting two fingers into her passage to the same rhythm Blaise had taken
up. A few moments later, the girl
screamed with ecstasy, riding her long awaited orgasm. Her juices slowly trickled out of her
opening, dribbling onto the pristine sheets.
The other moaned, sloppily sucking on the two fingers she recently had
in her sister, not caring that her chin was slathered with her juices.

�Please master, make me cum too!� she pleaded, her voice
deep and throaty with need. Draco had
nearly forgotten that in this household, the men were always called
master. Back then it had been such a
rush to hear.

Blaise, usually a tease when it came to this sort of thing,
surprisingly obliged, most likely because he wanted to get off as much as she
did. His thrusts became harder and
sloppier. He pushed her shoulders down,
bringing her rear up higher, nearly banging into her vertically.

�Yes�.YES!! Oh gods,
YES!� the girl cried, finally making it over the edge, tears streaming down her
face from her release.

Draco watched them silently, doing nothing but inhaling and
exhaling the smoke. Their every move
was reflected against his dispassionate gray eyes.

Blaise threw his head back and thrust into her a few more
times. �Merda,� he hissed,
releasing his milky seed into her channel.
He quickly slipped out her and stroked his still engorged member,
squirting out streams of semen onto her smooth back and hair.

Still in a euphoric state, the girl did not seem to mind at
all. She merely sighed contentedly,
wiping some of his semen with her fingers.
She brought it up to her mouth and licked it a little, giggling. Her sister took her hand and lapped up the
remaining wetness, her eyes sated. She reached over and wiped some more of his
seed onto her own hand; without taking her eyes off him, she slowly,
deliberately rubbed the sticky fluid all around her breasts and nipples. He chuckled. The two girls sighed, flopping onto the mattress and rolled over
slightly. Finally drained, their
eyelids began to flutter. They had been
at it for over an hour, so maybe a small nap was in order.

Draco�s eyes followed Blaise as he walked past, unashamed of
his nakedness, into the bathroom to clean up a little. By the time he heard Blaise turn off the
faucet, he had already finished his cigarette.

�You said you were here about Hermione?� Blaise asked, his
voice still rough from sex. He joined
Draco and lit a cigarette of his own.

�I was hoping you could indulge me a little,� Draco said.

�Oh? How so?� he
raised an eyebrow.

�I need a little time, Blaise. Promise me you�ll stay away until I�ve finished with her,� he
said quietly.

Blaise scoffed.
�Aren�t you done with her already?
You have nothing left to teach her.�

Draco stared into his eyes.
�Just give me more time.�

He sighed, stubbing out the cigarette. �Fine,� he said with a shrug. �I could never say no to you. She doesn�t remember a thing anyway. Just don�t take too long, or else I might
just find that I like her clueless.�

Draco nodded. He
clasped Blaise�s shoulder gratefully and leaned in to swiftly kiss him once on
the cheek. �It won�t take long,� he
said with conviction.

Here Blaise smirked.
�You know, in Italy, we kiss both cheeks.�

�Yeah? Well in
England, more than one kiss borders on faggot,� Draco said. The two chuckled. An inside joke.

�Suit yourself,� Blaise said airily, padding softly toward
the bed where the two sisters slumbered lightly. �I suppose I�ll just have to amuse myself with these two for
now. Aren�t they grand? I found them at a dinner party the other
night. They reminded me of her, you
know.�

�What? They look
nothing like her,� Draco retorted.

�Well, the hair anyway,� he said, running his hand through
one of the girl�s glossy brown hair.
Draco�s eyes narrowed. Blaise
slowly caressed the girl�s face; she stirred slightly, but not enough to
awaken. His hand moved down to her
small neck�..

�You know, even though I�m your mate, I�m the Minister�s man
now,� Draco interrupted lazily, his voice stilling Blaise�s hand. �I�d prefer it if I didn�t have to haul your
arse over to Azkaban, but I�m afraid I�d also rather not be an accessory to a
crime.�

Blaise looked over at him, his face amused. �What a good friend you are,� he
murmured. �Nice to know the Ministry
hasn�t completely taken you over.�

Draco, with the cigarette case in his hand, tapped it to his
forehead as a sort of parting salute.
�Wait until I�m out of sight, would you?�

Blaise merely waved him off, his attention already back on
the two girls. Draco smiled and exited,
closely the door softly behind him.
Once his back was to the door, all traces of friendliness melted off his
face, evaporated off his body, revealing a cold, stoic expression. He marched down the hall, his gait neither
leisurely nor hurried. Before he could
reach the opening to the stairs, he could hear the creaking of the bed, no
doubt Blaise leaning over.

A gurgle.

Then a muffled scream.

As he walked down the stairs, he never slowed his pace, he
never quickened it. His lips were set
in a grim line. His eyes were
cloudy. He wondered what number these
girls were. Draco had thought Blaise
was laying low these days, but it seemed he still had that itch he just
couldn�t scratch. It was aristocrats
like him that gave the rest of them a bad name. He didn�t think that Blaise would go off to this deep of an end
but�. Well, it was to expected, he
supposed, seeing as how his mother was�

The place positively reeked of sex. He wouldn�t be surprised if there wasn�t a
square inch of the place that hadn�t been defiled. Though he was sure the place was meticulously cleaned everyday,
he could swear every surface was sweaty, sticky, and wet with bodily fluids.

When he exited the mansion, he didn�t realize the day had
gotten so windy. His light cotton, dark
navy blue coat whipped around him, offering him little protection from the
wind. The weather didn�t bother him
though. He liked tumultuous days like
these � it made him feel alive. Walking
down the path, he headed for the empty, grassy field in front the mansion. The thing about rich folks was that they
built grandiose buildings and gardens to display their wealth, but they also
made damn sure they were isolated so that no one could get near them.

Once he put enough distance between him and the mansion, he
stopped. He opened the silver case and
took out another cigarette, putting it in his mouth. Try as he might though, he couldn�t get it lit; even when ducking
his head and cradling the flame with his hand, it just wouldn�t burn.

�Think you could help a bloke out?� he asked to the
apparently open air in front of him, his diction a bit off due to the fag in
his mouth.

When he finally looked up, there were suddenly five aurors,
strictly lined up in a V-formation.
Their stance was tense, their faces were stern. They were all in their official combat
uniforms: black, high-necked collar shirts, black slacks, black combat boots,
black glasses, black belt, black gloves and a thick, black, long coat.

The leader in the front, the center point of the group,
walked up. He flicked his finger at the
cigarette, lighting it up instantly.

�Here you are, sir.�

�Cheers,� Draco said with a slight smirk. He blew a mouthful of smoke toward them,
only to have it carried behind him by a strong gust of wind.

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�You�re destroying me Hermione�..�

�Hermione�.�

�Hermione..�

�Hermione?
Hello? Hermione??�

�Oh sorry! What was
that Harry?� she jolted up, breaking up her thoughts quickly.

�I�ve only been calling you for about a minute,� he said,
looking at her suspiciously.

�Er�.were you now?� she asked meekly. �What about?�

�I was asking if you were all right but from the looks of
things, I think I know my answer,� he said, eyeing her sternly.

�Lay off the old girl Harry,� Ron said jovially, slapping
her on the back. �Our �Mione�s just a
little under the weather, aren�t you?
Don�t feel so bad, when you become thirty, it�ll be nothing! Remember, we live longer than the Muggles,
so in a sense you � �

�I�m not�.depressed over my age, Ron,� she
said, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.
�I was simply lost in thought.
You know, massive information swarming all around in there � had to
organize myself.�

�You don�t look like you�re organizing,� Harry pressed
on. �You look tired, that�s what you
look like.�

�Of course I�m tired!� she said hastily. �Did you see what I have to put up
with?� She gestured to the lab doors
behind them. �You want to go back in there? Because I certainly don�t.�

She just didn�t have the energy to control them today. Hermione was simply too exhausted. She tried to put them in their place this
morning, but her minions could smell weakness. The nanosecond they realized she was tired and relent-able, they
quickly rallied together and were now enjoying a project filled day. She shuddered.

She didn�t even want to know what that creature was made out
of. Did her people even have access
to trilobites?

Hermione had to hold in a sigh. She must have been too sloppy at keeping her act together. Now both Ron and Harry were breathing down
her neck, wondering what was the matter with her. What did she have to tell them?
Disjointed, semi-mad, unfathomable experiences? Their immediate reaction would be to beat
now, question later, but this time that sort of reaction did not sit well with
her.

No, there was something amiss. Something that�..didn�t need
to be solved, because she already knew what it was. Now if only she could remember what
it was. She knew the answers were
within her, she just needed to dig deep, clear her mind and all that.

But did she want to?

That was the main question.
There was something wrong with this whole situation, something terribly
wrong. It couldn�t have been
coincidence that both Blaise and Malfoy had some dark secrets that supposedly
involved her. They couldn�t have gone
mad at the same time, so that must mean she did play a part in�.well,
something.

But where was she to start?
Obviously she didn�t remember anything.
She had analyzed the situation to death without coming across any new
information. To think about it anymore
would be a waste of time and energy. So
for the past day or two she took a dreamless sleeping draught, afraid of what
her dreams might bring her.

And now she was such a mess that even Harry was taking an
interest.

�Shouldn�t you be with your son, Harry Potter?� she asked
primly, poking him on the shoulder.

�He�s tired of me,� he replied simply, waving her off. �We spent all of last night playing
Hide-And-Go-Seek. Wasn�t until the
middle of the game did I realize the little bastard took my Cloak.�

�Harry! Language!�

Harry and Ron grinned.
It was funny, Hermione telling them to watch their mouths.

�Don�t be silly �Mione, the kid�s not listening in,� Ron
teased, rubbing her hair.

�Don�t touch me,� she said, swatting his hand away
smartly. The two men laughed.

�Hey, save the nastiness for Malfoy, would you,� Ron said,
blowing on his hand to relieve the sting.

Hermione and Harry both stiffened at the name.

�Where is he anyhow?
Never thought he was the type to blow off a Friday,� Ron continued
musing.

God, Malfoy. What
was she going to do? What was he
going to do? She had no choice. She had to confront him. Both of them. But�..Malfoy first. She
didn�t know why, but she felt more comfortable talking to Malfoy than
Blaise. It just felt�.safer, somehow. Which was strange. Blaise had never even lifted a finger against her while Malfoy�..
well, anyway, she just felt like she was on better footing with her old
nemesis.

So she would confront him.
Once she worked up the nerves.
Once Malfoy returned to work.
Yes. She would. With blinding speed.

Oh gods�.he said her name�.!

�Probably off doing whatever a Malfoy does� Harry said
darkly. Ron rolled his eyes. And Ron thought he held a grudge.

�Get over it mate,� he said with a sigh. �You and Hermione both � give the bloke a
break. Sure he�s a right wanker that�d
leave you in a ditch if it suited�..his�needs��wait..,� he trailed off confused
at his line of thinking.

�Yes? Go on Ron,�
Hermione supplied. �What part of that
sentence was supposed to convince us of his good qualities?�

�Er�.I had it there�.for a second�..,� he mumbled. Damn, now that he said it in words�. �Well in any case,� he rallied forth, �I�m
almost certainly, 90 percent positive, that he wouldn�t just randomly stab you
from behind.� He nodded, satisfied with
his accurate portrayal.

�Comforting,� Harry muttered.

While Harry and Ron bickered a bit more about Draco�s moral
character (later Ron would acquiesce that perhaps 90 percent was a bit too much
and the two agreed on a number closer to 70), Hermione had to mentally shake
herself.

�Be strong, you stupid twit,� she told herself. �Now you got Harry mixed into the bunch,
if getting Ron all worried about you wasn�t enough. You just�.you just set your problems aside and WORK, woman!�

She took a deep breath.
She squared her shoulders.
There. She felt a lot
better. More�Hermione-like. She rolled up her sleeves.

�Okay boys, I�m going back in,� she said with a determined
glint in her eyes. She marched with
authority toward her labs, with her boys trailing closely behind. Seeing her whip people into shape was always
an amusing pastime. She opened the
doors with a forceful bang.

She whipped her head around, focusing on the closest
minion. Johnson.

�Johnson, put those beakers down, get out your notebook and
get your data portion finished. Now,
please,� she said firmly.

She never really liked to bully her people, but sometimes,
in the recesses of a genius�s mind, it would only respond to a stronger
authority. It had to be done. Lives were at stake, after all.

Though his lips quivered, he raised his chin slightly. �No, Dr. Granger,� he said without his voice
cracking too much. �I want to work on
my very important project.�

The room turned deathly quiet.

�What did you just say?� Hermione said softly, her voice
deceptively calm.

�I�.I said�.No, Dr. Granger,� he said
nervously, gripping his beakers tighter.

�I see,� she said simply, her face the very picture of
neutral. She casually picked up his
long abandoned notebook and flipped through it, almost as if she had forgotten
his presence. After a few pages, she
sighed, rolled up the notebook and turned, as if walking away.

The calm before the storm.

Johnson breathed a sigh of relief. He knew those self-help tapes on self-esteem were worth it.

*WHACK*

�OW! What the
-! Did you just HIT me?!!�

*WHACK* �SHUT UP!�

�OW OW OW OOOW!!�

Harry and Ron blinked, stiffening their backs in
surprise. She moved��.surprisingly quickly.

�HOW many times do I have to tell you?! WE. DO. NOT. TRY. TO. MAKE. GOLD!� *WHACK*
�Who do you think you are?�
*WHACK* �Eh?! Nicolas Flamel?!�

�OOOooW Dr. Granger!!� he wailed, cowering. How did such a small woman have so much
strength? When did she suddenly become
so��..giant?!

�You�re in MODERN TIMES NOW, for Merlin�s sake! People have been trying to do this for
CENTURIES and they�ve failed! Why is
that?�

�I-I don�t know!�

*WHACK* �What?!�

�I-I mean�..because�.they�re not as smart�as�me?� This was not said cheekily. Geniuses did not have a sense of cheek. This was pure, objective opinion.

�No, idiot! It�s
because it�s a fool�s errand! Hundreds
of people, ten times smarter than you have tried and failed. Don�t think you�re the one who�s going to
succeed, because you�re not!�

�But�.But�!�

�NO BUTS!
FIRST! It�s supposed to be metal
to metal! You can�t try to turn WATER
into GOLD! FOOL!�

*WHACK*

�SECOND! Your base
is all wrong and if you try and pour one more drop of THAT you�re going to have
to regrow your eyebrows. Again!�

*WHACK*

�OOOOOOW! STOPPIT!�

�FINALLY! That is
NOT *WHACK* a Philosopher�s Stone *WHACK* that is a candied nut
from last month�s party you found off the ground!�

*WHACK WHACK WHACK*

�NOW GET BACK TO WORK!
THE LOT OF YOU!� she roared, addressing the whole lab, her makeshift
club sweeping across the room.

Everyone quickly unfroze and swept their experiments into
their lockers underneath their work-table.
Soon the lab was buzzing, with the alchemists working on the appropriate
project. For once.

Hermione, with her hands at her hips, surveyed her domain
with satisfaction. There was a light
tap on her shoulder. �Yes?�

�A�are you sure this is all right?� Ron whispered.

She shrugged, smiling pleasantly. �Oh yes, it�s fine, happens all the time. I�ll just give them some boxes of Harriet�s
Fruity Gummies later and they�ll all be happy as clams.�

Harry ran his hand through his messy black hair.

�Merlin help us all,� he whispered, his eyes bulging with
awe.

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The aurors were watching Draco with a bit of apprehension,
though they did not move or say anything.
Draco merely stood there, enjoying his cigarette.

Finally, someone from the back � young, arrogant, and
headstrong � blurted out, �Why the hell do we have to wait here when he�s
obviously dangling right in front of us, guilty as sin!�

Though he technically shouldn�t have been able to hear it
all the way out there, Draco could have sworn he heard one of the girl�s
high-pitched screams from the mansion behind him. He winced slightly, with one of his eyes twitching, but otherwise
showed no outward sign of emotion.

Without acknowledging the young auror, Draco turned to the
leader, a war-worn man around his mid-thirties, with a sharp smile. �I thought you briefed them, Josiah.�

�Apologies sir,� the commander stated. �This tac team was chosen to help break in
some of the rookies.� A meaningful
glare was shot toward the outspoken newbie�s direction. �All right you lot, since you don�t
apparently remember words that were spoken to you no less that thirty minutes
ago, let�s go over this again.
We are not to make our move until headquarters has cleared us. And WHY is that so?�

A couple of hands were raised. Draco couldn�t help but notice the bizarre juxtaposition of the
classroom-like scene before him with the horrifying crime happening in real
time behind him.

Commander Derrick Josiah picked the young man with the long,
brown hair in the back. �Mannings.�

�Sir, it was at the suggestion of sir Draco Malfoy sir, the
one who came to us with information involving the serial killer in the first
place, that we wait until his deposits for the funding of the Ministry be
approved before we close in on the perp, sir!� he said clearly.

Cold-hearted and not necessarily brimming full of righteous
justice, it was, however, chock full of self-interest. Sure, they could have arrested him right
then and there, but due to small technicalities in the Wizarding Law, if Blaise
was arrested before the money made its way into the Ministry�s bank account,
there was a chance that the money could be revoked. Better to wait, Draco had said, until they knew for certain the
money was theirs.

There was a beep and the commander�s hand went to his
ear. After a pause he raised his hand
in the air and motioned forward. �Let�s
go people. B formation, alpha pair goes
in from behind, just like in our drills.�

With a unanimous �Yes SAH!� the team disappeared with a
crack.

Once they Apparated inside the estate, Draco saw that there
was a petite auror with short, black hair left behind. She must have been crouched behind the team
of aurors, hidden from view. She was
doing something peculiar � she was pointing her wand at two piles of yellow
leaves, shaking and sweating from the effort.
Draco could feel the wand, humming with energy.

She turned to him and greeted him with a nod before turning
her attention back to the leaves.
�You�ll have to forgive me if I�m not being more friendly-like.�

He cocked his head intrigued. �What exactly are you doing?�

The young woman turned her head back to him, raising an
eyebrow. �You don�t really think the
two women inside are real, do you sir?�

Draco blinked.

She gave a strained, reassuring smile.

He turned when he heard a shout, a mangled roar that could
have only come out of one man. Blaise
Zabini. He could hear him struggling,
yelling, and cursing in a mixture of English and Italian.

Mission: Success.

The woman sighed in relief and swished her wand across,
scattering the piles of leaves with a gush of produced wind. �The Ministry�s methods have changed since
your days, sir. We don�t allow such
extreme sacrifices anymore,� she continued, wiping her brow.

Draco caught a leaf floating in front of him with his thumb
and index finger. �And the correlation
between that and leaves is�?�

�I�m from Kyoto, sir, from an old onmyouji family �
er, diviners, if you�d like. We have a
technique that creates illusions based off of natural elements. With the help of my wand, I created two shiki,
that�s spirits, sir, out of the leaves.
Those piles were my base and I controlled my familiars from here.�

�Fascinating,� he murmured.
Sometimes he forgot there were other sources of magic and sorcery to
draw upon, especially in other cultures.

An auror appeared next to him with a flash. �Sir, we�ve apprehended the criminal. We�re in the process of escorting him
outside to better transport him � his estate has some pretty powerful
wards. What will you do next, sir?�

�Sir?�

�Shit,� Draco thought vaguely, feeling a terrible,
familiar burning starting from his arm and reaching all the way to the tips of
his hair and toes. Grimacing, he
kneeled down on one knee, trying to cope with the pain. �Not now�.�

�Sayaka, get the commander down here now, we
have a situation!� the auror, Brent Irving, ordered the woman. She was about to summon him when �

�No,� Draco said straightening, �I�m fine.� He held out something sparkly in his hand �
a diamond stud. �Yours?�

Sayaka quickly touched her ear, indeed finding her earring
missing. �Oh my, I must have snagged it
when I wiped my face�.�

�Sorry for jumping to conclusions, I just assumed�.,� Brent
offered, embarrassed.

�Have your commander teach you a thing or two about
assumptions,� Draco said, not unkindly.
�It could get a man killed.�

He should go. Draco
looked back at the mansion, the sound of the ruckus getting louder. Looked like they were about to exit. Call it cowardly if you�d like, but no
prudent Slytherin would stick around, not after such a blatant betrayal. No, there was no need to burn bridges when
it wasn�t necessary. Who knew, Blaise
may still be of some use further down that road. That is, if he ever got out of Azkaban.

He was out of there.

�I�ll leave the rest up to your department then. Keep me up on further developments,
understood?� Draco said sternly, reminding the aurors without words that in no
way should word leak out that he had helped them out in any way with this raid.

Brent and Sayaka voiced their affirmative and with that,
Draco Apparated with a crack.

�Cor, so that was the infamous Draco Malfoy eh?� Sayaka said
softly, looking at the spot Draco occupied only a moment ago.

�Star struck, Saya?� Brent said with a wry grin. Sayaka slapped his arm good-naturedly.

�He really was something though, wasn�t he?� she said.

�Yeah, had me shivering in me boots,� Brent whistled. �Damn that man is unflappable.�

Somewhere, possibly in an alley, Draco would have had to
disagree. He leaned against the cool
brick wall trying his damnedest not to crumple up into a little pile. He gritted his teeth, determined not to make
a sound, whatever the cost. His pride
would not allow it.

�Not yet,� he thought. �Just a little��just a little bit longer��

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�Did you hear about Blaise Zabini?� Severus Snape asked.

It was Sunday afternoon at the Malfoy Manor, where Severus
and Draco were having their usual lunch and tea. Severus made it a habit of visiting his godson at least once a
month at his home.

�Of course I heard about him,� Draco snorted, setting a
fresh pot of English Breakfast down on the table. �It�s all over the Prophet.
They can�t get enough of him.�

The news hit the Wizarding World Saturday morning, with the
front-page headline screaming the discovery.
According to the Daily Prophet, Blaise Zabini was to be charged for the
murder of at least sixteen women and eight men, all sexual and cold-blooded in
nature. His mother was crying foul,
while his attorney was already preparing to have the court dismiss his case on
grounds of insanity.

�I never suspected that Zabini was one of those,�
Snape muttered darkly. Draco didn�t
reply, instead pouring the tea into both their cups. He had known of Blaise�s deviant nature to an extent back when
they were growing up � hell, they were practically partners in crime � but when
he discovered what his true pleasure was, it had come as a bit of a
shock.

Changing topics, Snape asked, �And how are you today,
Draco? Is the new formula working
better for you?�

He shrugged. �As
well as can be expected, I suppose.�
Draco gave him a long look.
Then, �Tell me again why I�m taking this disgusting potion?�

Snape bit back a sigh.
Every time he came over, Draco had to know what he was forced to drink
and why. Sometimes Snape felt it would
be easier just to tell him the whole truth and have him remember
everything. It was all Potter�s doing.

�We�ve gone over this before, Draco,� he said tiredly, going
through the same words once again. �You
took the Mark without the intention of taking the Mark. You took it without swearing completely and
utter loyalty to the Dark Lord deep within your heart. And that would have been fine, except during
the time you had the Mark and He was still alive, you allowed the darkness to
overtake you, corrupting your soul. It
activated something deep in the magic and is now trying to completely take over
soul with darkness. Do you understand
that?�

Snape knew most times Draco asked this question was only to
be difficult and give him a hard time, but what else did a godfather do, if not
indulge from time to time?

�So? And this potion
is curing me?� Draco asked, knowing full well the answer. He just needed to play his part, one last
time.

Another bit back sigh.
�No, for now, it is merely holding the magic at bay while a cure is
being researched and worked on. We are
well on our way to success, Draco, you only need to hold out just a little bit
more.�

If they were to follow formula, this would be the point
where Draco threw a fit, demanding to know why the cure had not been found
yet. He was supposed to yell, how much
longer was just a little bit more, he had been saying a little bit more for
years now.

Instead, Draco asked, �Well, what would happen if the body
began to adapt to the main components of the potion? If I was becoming immune?�

Snape�s eyebrows shot up.
He looked at him sharply and said, �Then that would be extremely
dangerous. If your body began creating
an immunity to it, at first sign it should be reported.�

Silence.

�Is that the case, Draco?� he asked quietly, his voice
filled with dread.

A pregnant pause.
Then Draco merely laughed. �No,
no. I was merely tossing out a
hypothetical.�

Snape�s eyes narrowed with apprehension, but Draco appeared
to be in high-spirits. �More tea?� he
offered innocently. As he poured, Snape
regarded him warily.

�Is your mark reacting?�

�No, Godfather,� he reassured him. �Just the slightest of tingles.
I�ll be fine.�

Snape appeared to be content with this answer and their
lunch proceeded without another hitch.
It wasn�t until he left, late in the evening, after Draco cleaned up the
table, did he smile. A chuckle. His shoulders shook. Soon he couldn�t stop laughing. His deep voice echoed throughout the entire
empty manor. Once he calmed down a bit,
he rubbed his forearm.

�Tingles,� he mocked.
�It fucking burns.�

He entered his room where he yet again opened the small
drawer, taking out the worn picture of Hermione. He held it up to his face, memorizing it. He leaned one hand on the desk, the other
still held high with the picture.

Draco closed his eyes and brought the photograph to his
face. He kissed it.

He kissed her.

With his lips still pressed to the photo, he whispered, �This
is all your fault.�

She forced his hand. He tried. Oh, he tried to
resist. But she just couldn�t leave him
alone. It was like she wanted this.

Wanted this just as badly as he did.

He spared a glance at the white trash container he kept near
his desk. It was filled to the brim
with broken glass vials, sticky with red residue. The liquid seeped through a leak on the bottom of the bin, oozing
onto the expensive rug.

Now�..how shall he punish her?

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Though she had been taking the dreamless draught the entire
weekend, Hermione still felt haunted.
She had slept most of Sunday away, so why was she still so tired? Her mind was plagued with too many
questions, even though she had tried to force herself not to think about
it. She just couldn�t help it. And she kept on thinking about that kiss.

That kiss.

Her face would burn red just at the thought of it. She should have been disgusted. But instead, she was frightened, if
anything. Not at Malfoy, exactly. It was more of�.what that kiss
represented. And she didn�t know what
that was!! It was killing her. All she knew was that having him kiss her
was bad. Very bad. Hermione unconsciously touched her soft lips
with her fingertips. It was so raw,
savage, and passionate�..

She shook herself.

As she cleared some papers from her desk, her eyes fell on
the discarded Daily Prophet in her bin.
She shuddered. How could it be
possible Blaise was a cold-blooded killer?
A depraved, sexual deviant who found the greatest pleasure in killing
his victims while in the throes of passion?

Did that mean she was a target? That was very likely.
When Hermione read the headlines, she immediately ran to the bathroom,
expelling all the contents of her breakfast into the toilet. All that time with him, alone
with him��was he planning on killing her too?
How could she have been so stupid and na�ve? It was probably foolish of her to let down her guard like that,
but in her mind, she found it hard to imagine that someone so twisted as Blaise
could act so normal most of the time.
Especially whenever he was around her.
He was so everyday, so charming, so in control. She expected the insane to be frothing at
the mouth all the time, or muttering to themselves, or grinning evilly and just
look like they were plotting nefarious deeds.

Gods, she survived fighting a war only to be potentially
killed in bed with a twisted madman.
Thankfully she had lost her nerve to go through with her plan of getting
rid of her virginity. Although, it was
strange he never even tried to pressure into anything, much less sex. Perhaps he had other plans for her? Hermione grimaced. That somehow did not seem like a better option, in her opinion.

She was certain now, even after all of her confusion and
denial, that they must have had a history together. What kind of history, she didn�t know. She suspected that Blaise wanted something out of her and for
some reason, did not want to acquire it unless she remembered what that was,
what their relationship was in the past.

Whatever it was, she was glad it had been a deciding factor
for her mortality. Maybe she
subconsciously knew about this and that was why she always felt wary in his
presence. Yes, that made a lot of
sense. Otherwise, what else did he do
that would warrant such a strong reaction in her? Come to think if it, she remembered that he reminded her of
something. More specifically, he
smelled of something familiar. Something
very familiar and important, but she just couldn�t manifest the exact image in
her mind. Hermione�s brain was whirling
madly. The puzzle pieces were fitting
together, if only a little bit. The
revelation of Blaise�s true nature was helping her remember. Something was starting to take shape.

She gasped. She knew
what he smelled like.

And she knew that it must have been because of that smell
that Hermione was always on the edge, her adrenaline pumping into her system a
mile a minute. How could she have
forgotten. How could she have forgotten
that smell. That smell that had plagued
her, that sunk into her memory, into her skin.
Scarring her, tattooing her, etching her with that smell. That smell that in wartime, permeated the
entire air.

He smelled of sweat and he smelled of sex.

He smelled of blood.

And he smelled of death.

How could she have forgotten something so important?

Hermione gasped back a sob, cradling her head her in her
hands and she propped her elbows on her desk.

Oh gods�.

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Later, she was glad no one was there to see her crumple so
easily at the thought of she could have been killed. How embarrassing.

Now, she had only one task in mind: Solve this convoluted
mystery!

For that, she had to rally all of her courage and pride and
strength. It wouldn�t be easy � hell,
he could fly off the handle at any moment � but she would do it. She couldn�t suffocate her drive for answers
any longer. She would have her wand
ready and she made sure there were people around the hallway near his office,
in case things got out of hand.
Hermione took a deep breath.

�Let�s do this,� she thought grimly to herself.

She stuck her wand in her robe pocket and marched into
Draco�s office opening the door with a loud bang.

�MALFOY!� she shouted, her face determined, her eyebrows
knotted. �You have a lot of expl -!�

�Good of you to come by, Granger,� Draco interrupted her
loftily without looking up from his work.
�Wondering when you�d show up�,,� he muttered, sounding slightly peeved.

�I�what?� she stuttered, completely caught off guard. He sighed, finally looking up. He gestured grandly at the tall stack of
papers on this desk.

�These aren�t going to sign themselves, you know,� he said a
bit snappishly. �Don�t think because
I�m watching over your department means that I�m going to be trotting back and
forth with these like some sort of secretary.�

Hermione still hadn�t closed her mouth. She blinked rapidly. Her brain quickly backtracked, trying to get
a grasp on this entirely new, very unpredicted situation.

Draco�s eyes narrowed a little. When he saw that she wasn�t moving, he experimentally threw a pen
at her, aiming for her head.

�Pfft!� she cried as the nib, in its revolving journey over
to her, grazed her lips and chin. She
quickly wiped her face in case the ink marked her. �Hey!�

She glared at him.
He shook his head and resumed his work.
She took a hesitant step forward then retreated two steps. After a long pause, she cleared her throat.

�Er�..I�ll just�.sign them now�.shall I?� she ventured
uncertainly. He merely grunted. Taking that as an affirmative, she gingerly
sat down on one of the hard, uncomfortable seats provided in front of his desk
and began signing the paperwork.

The clock on his wall ticked for a minute passed.

Five minutes had passed.

Twenty minutes had passed.
With nothing exceptional happening.

Draco sighed. �Would
you mind not staring at me? It�s
unnerving,� he said with a tinge of annoyance.

�I-I wasn�t staring at you!� she sputtered. She was sneaking glances at him � that was
completely different. She didn�t know
what to expect. Maybe if he suddenly
jumped up from his chair, yelled out, �BLEAAUUUGH!� and flipped the desk over,
that would have been more in character with how he had been acting lately.

As she finished signing the papers, she couldn�t help but
feel calmed at the notion that perhaps he was back to normal, business as usual. That would certainly make things a little
easier. It felt nice, to settle back
into a dynamic she knew. But that
wouldn�t solve anything. It felt so nice,
though, to have things as they once were�.
Hermione stood up, dreading what she had to ask.

�Malfoy, I need to know � �

A head burst into Draco�s fireplace. �Draco, are you almost done with those
sheets? Accounting needs to go over the
figures by the end of today,� Minister Weasley said a bit nervously.

�Almost done, sir. I
just need Granger�s department and�..blast, where was it,� Draco shuffled
around a few folders on his desk before finding it, �here, Muggle Relations
before I can get it over to Fong.�

�Good job,� Arthur said happily, glad Draco was on top of
things. �Oh yes, I need to speak with
you for a moment as well, once you finished up what you�re doing. It�s about that new project I talked to you
about the other day.�

�Sir, with all due respect, I can honestly tell you that the
Ministry is in no position to spend that kind of money over something so � �

�No no, wait my boy!� Arthur interjected pathetically. Hermione rolled her eyes, despite
herself. She couldn�t believe the head
of Funds could wrap the Minister of Magic around his pinky finger like
that. �Just listen to what I have to
say, I�m sure you�ll understand perfectly why it needs to be so.�

To his credit, Draco showed great patience and restraint, as
he didn�t even sign or frown at the Minister.
He merely nodded and told him he would be along in a moment. When the fire died out, he stood. He suddenly looked at Hermione. �Sorry, you were saying?�

Hermione quashed the urge to blush. Why, after only asking a simple question and
standing up, did he suddenly look so fetching? He looked just like he normally did and that
never affected her before. She quickly
tried to reason that she may have just been so happy that he was acting
normally, she felt��affectionate toward him.

Right.

�I just�..I just wanted to clear up�ah�.,� she floundered,
her sentence trickling to a whisper.

He raised an elegant eyebrow. She looked up at him.

She really was a coward after all. If he was acting normal, she didn�t want to do anything to
aggravate the problem. Not a very
efficient way to deal with a problem, but one she really, selfishly wanted to
utilize at the present time. He didn�t
seem like he was concerned over anything other than boring Ministry funds and
work. She was barely a blip on his radar.

�Um�nothing. It
wasn�t important,� she said lamely, bowing her head. She turned to leave.

�Wait,� he said softly, his deep voice sending shivers down
her spine. These shivers were different
than the ones she had around Blaise.
She turned around, her heart quickening. She flinched when she saw him raising his hand and reaching over
to her.

He neatly and smartly unbuttoned her top button and fussed
around her shirt a bit. Hermione
quickly looked down.

�You accidentally skipped a button,� he said simply. When he was done, he patted and smoothed
down her collar. Like she was just a
mannequin, a doll. �There, much
better.�

She brought her hand up to her shirt. �Er�thanks �,� she said slowly, looking back
up at him.

He smiled easily.

She gulped.

Without another word, with a few folders under his arm, he
exited his office to go see the Minister.

Hermione was left there, her hand never letting go of her
shirt.

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There was something definitely off with Malfoy today. She could just feel it. She thought at first she was paranoid,
thinking that he was strange today because he was acting normally. Then she noticed something else.

He was relaxed.

Too relaxed.

Well, of course he always seemed like he was
easy-going and smooth, like a strong, calm river. But Hermione knew him � she knew that underneath that layer of
carefree attitude, she knew there was a solid, stern column within. Most of his smiles and drawls were all for
show. She knew him to be quick and calculating,
constantly shifting himself to adapt to the environment.

Now, though.
All the strings that were holding him up taunt, all the discipline and
meticulousness and restraint were gone.
It was like��he just didn�t care anymore. Like he was just playing this game called:
Pretend that You Work for the Ministry.
Oh yes, he was doing all of his tasks correctly and all that, but it was
like it just for a lark. An actor in a
play.

She didn�t know what was more disturbing: a highly agitated,
violent Malfoy or a Malfoy that apparently felt like he was free of all
responsibility. All this thinking made
her tired, to be honest. She trudged to
the break room to maybe get something to drink and refresh her system.

And of course, Malfoy just HAD to be there.

�You�re going to have to wait a moment, I just put a new pot
on,� he said, his eyes practically glittering with amusement.

�Did you manage to kick a puppy on the way to work, Malfoy,
or did something even more joyous happen to you this morning?� Hermione
grunted, leaning against the counter across the room from him.

�No puppies, unfortunately, since I so desperately need to
sacrifice one for my brew to destroy the world,� he said flippantly, inspecting
his nails, �but I did hear the most interesting news just now.�

Hermione shifted her eyes.
She didn�t like the sound of that.

�So�.,� he said with a slowly growing grin.

She cringed.

�For your next birthday present, shall I buy you an official
whacking stick, or do you just make do with any sort of object that can create
that sort of effect?�

�I�ll have you know that had I tried a gentler
method, there would be a smoking pit where my lab used to be, with everybody in
the Ministry strewn with tentacles and most likely their precious bits would
have been transformed into some sort of holiday ornament!� Hermione gritted
out, already on the defensive. Such
snarkiness abound! Uncalled for!

�Oh Granger, you know that�s the real reason the Minister
keeps you around,� he said, trying to keep from laughing. �I wish I was there � tell me, did you
just�hit him, or did you do a little jump in the air first to gain some more
momentum?�

�I - �.no comment!�

The coffee pot gave a smart little �ding!� letting them know
their nourishment was ready. Draco turned
around, pouring it into two mugs and generally clanging about. �You take it with no milk, less than a
spoonful of sugar, right?�

�What? I mean�.um,
yes, I suppose,� she muttered. Awful
gracious of him to do her coffee as well.
When he turned around, he held out her mug of coffee. She crossed the room and took it, only the
return to her position against the counter.
Hermione felt a little distance between them wouldn�t hurt.

She smelled the coffee � it smelled wonderful. When she looked up, she saw him looking at
her. Not staring out of anger or
contempt or (she shuddered here) lust, but�..just looking.

�What are you looking at?� she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He merely looked at her.
And then starting laughing. A
clear, deep, rippling laugh. When he
saw the question in her eyes, it looked like he tried to explain himself, but
he just couldn�t stop laughing. He
waved his hand, indicating she just forget about it and relax.

Once he settled down, with only a few chuckles here and
there, she asked, �Are you quite done or should I give you another minute?�

�Oh, no, I�m finished,� he said with smile. �Please.�
He lifted his cup and drank a sip.

She shot him a withering look before bringing the cup up to
her lips.

It all happened in a blur, but all she remembered was the
burn of the hot liquid to her lips.
Before she could even open her mouth to sip the coffee, suddenly, Snape
came barging in, slamming the door open.
He marched directly to Hermione and with a speed she never knew he had,
knocked the mug out of her hands, causing to crash onto the floor, spilling its
entire contents.

Quick as lightning, he spun around and slammed his fist into
Draco�s face, knocking him down. He
slid down to the floor, his back supported by the cabinet. Hermione was frozen with shock but when she
saw Draco fall to the ground, she immediately began rushing toward him.

Snape, with his back still to her, automatically held out
his right arm stopping her. He was so
tense, every fiber of his being crackled with power and adrenaline. It was as if he was about to do battle. He was breathing harshly, staring intently
at Draco.

Mysteriously, Draco seemed unfazed. He was merely looking at Snape with an
amused, composed look on his face. It
was almost angelic in its lack of malice.

It wasn�t until later did Hermione realize that it was a
face of a man barely hanging onto reality by a thread.

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SWEET LORD THAT WAS LONG!
I cannot believe I just wrote all of that. Freaking 25 pages in Word.

Wellll�..what do you all think? I SWEAR, this is the last chapter that does things without any
explanations behind it. Next chapter,
things will slowly begin to unravel. I
promise! I�m sorry if seems like I�m
straying from the plot with all this other stuff, but trust me, it�s either
VERY important or I just like building around my little version of the Harry
Potter universe.

Apologies again, for the horrid grammar and what-not, this
chapter is not officially beta-ed. I�m
in the process of getting my entire story cleaned up (thanks to PinkMartini and
Kat_diva!) but I won�t repost with the corrected chapters until the entire
story is complete. For all of you that
vomit at the sight of technical errors, I am truly sorry. But I feel that since this is a fan-site and
not an official book in which you pay to see it, I ask that you be a little
more tolerant. For me. For the New Year. PLEASE.

As always, I appreciate ANYONE that drops a message, even if
it IS to say, �You have lots of mistakes.�
STILL APPRECIATE IT. Truly. I hope you like where I�m going with this
story. For more on what I have to say
about this chapter, go to my livejournal =)

OH! I found this out
today on someone�s profile on ff.net (she did a GREAT fic of Draco/Hermione
during the War � it�s called Sacrifice, by Kyra4, it�s bloody great, inspired
me and I think you�ll see that inspiration later on in the story), and she
mentioned this grammar error that bugs the hell out of her.

Did you know there�s a difference between blond and
blonde? BECAUSE I DIDN�T! Apparently, blond is usually used to
describe males while blonde is for females!
What did you know, I learned something today. And you better believe I went back and corrected all of my
mistakes!!

Anyhoo, that�s enough for now. Shower me with�.well, whatever you got because I�m good and
desperate like that. Have a wonderful
new year and I hope you get everything you wish for! Thank yoU!

Love,

Snowflakeimp
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�Hermione..�

But did she want to?

�Not yet,� he thought. �Just a little��just a little bit longer���

�Not yet,� he thought. �Just a little��just a little bit longer��