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Hi! I was totally not planning on posting this weekend, but what the heck! Here you go, the next chapter! Enjoy it and please take the time to review. Your reviews matter to me.

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Chapter Eighteen

            “We never had that painting of my mother in any of the houses,” Draco told them as they sat in the library in a meeting, trying to decide the best route to go next. “My mother wanted it, but for some reason my father never went to the effort to retrieve it.”

            “So that means it is where exactly?” Hermione asked him.

            “It’s more than likely in my mother’s vaults,” he replied, flicking a look over to his father who was listening in on the meeting from a seat near a window. “We can’t get into the vault to see it. Until my mother’s last will and testament is read, we don’t know who owns the key. And father…”

            “No!” came angrily from Lucius. “We are not having that-that thing read. That is my final word.”

            Severus rolled his eyes, even as Hermione was looking ready to strangle the man. Draco only looked resigned to the fact that there would be no moving his father in this decision, like it or not.

            “You do realize that there’s a chance of being able to listen to Narcissa’s voice again,” Hermione was the one to point out after a minute of silence.

            “It wouldn’t be her,” he breathed.

            Giving up, she looked over to Severus and asked, “What now?”

            “We need to speak to at least one of the people that Draco was able to recall,” Severus said casually, looking over to his godson. “Bulstrode?”

            “Yes, she was definitely there,” he said, sounding annoyed to be asked this yet again. “Why is it so important that we speak to these people?”

            “Because we need to know as precisely as possible what you said and whom it was heard by,” Hermione told him. “Unless you want to remain clueless as to whom attempted to poison you and I, attacked your father and killed your mother?” When all Draco did was glare at her, she said, “I didn’t think so.”

            “Everyone there was drinking,” he stated. “I don’t think any of them could recall the time of day, let alone what we were speaking of.”

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            Severus and Hermione had made an appointment with Millicent Bulstrode first. Hermione was positive that out of all of them, chances were that she would have some of the best recall as to what Draco may have been speaking of that night and whom was there to hear it.

            “She’s had a thing for Draco since our fourth year,” she told him on the way over to the apperation point.

            “Isn’t she a lesbian?”

            “I didn’t say what kind of thing,” she said casually as she wrapped her arms around his waist once they got to the location. “From what I heard from Ginny, who if you didn’t know was the queen of all things related to gossip when we were students, Millicent has always wanted to look pretty like him.”

            “To each their own,” he muttered, not seeing the appeal in the least.

            “I kind of understand where she’s coming from,” she sighed. “He does have very lovely hair.”

            Severus snorted. “Yours is a mess, but it suits you. His hair lacks character.”

            Hermione was still smiling to herself when they side along apperated.

            They arrived at Millicent Bulstrode’s country estate at a little past nine in the morning. She was waiting for them at a garden table with a full tea already to be served, when they were escorted over by her butler. Hermione was still looking at the man stunned when Millicent spoke.

            “I can’t stand house elves,” she said, seeing the other witch’s amazement. “Half the time I’m worried that they’re spying on me and the other half that I might accidently hurt them by walking past them too briskly.”

            “Millicent,” Hermione said in greeting.

            “Granger,” she said, turning to look at the headmaster. “Professor. Congratulations on your promotion, sir. I would have told you sooner, but I make it a point to avoid Hogwarts now that I no longer have to attend.”

            “Understandable,” he replied. “And thank you.”

            “Please join me,” she said, casually waving to the other chairs there. “Would you care for anything? Tea? Biscuits?”

            “No, thank you,” Hermione said. “We were wondering if you could tell us…”

            By the time she was done giving the story, Millicent was adding fire whiskey to her own tea and looking ready to rebel out of boredom.

            Thinking it over, she said, “He wasn’t speaking about much. You mostly that I can recall.”

            “What exactly?” Severus inquired.

            “He was rattling on about how he was going to fuck her blind,” Millicent said dryly, lighting a cigarette. “Which was total bullshite and booze.” Taking another pull on her cigarette. “I’m shocked he could recall that there were people at his table.” She snorted. “He was completely in his cups by the time I got there and it was only six in the evening.”

            “He could have been faking or exaggerating just how drunk he was,” Hermione said to which she laughed.

            “Draco can’t act after one sip of liquor, never mind after an entire glass of fire whiskey,” she replied. “I saw him go through at least a fifth of the bottle in the time I was there. Trust me, he wasn’t faking.”

            Hermione looked over to Severus, who asked, “Can you tell us the conversation verbatim?”

            She sighed and said, “I could come close, but I can’t tell you everything said. I may not have been drinking much, but I was drinking.”

            “Specifically, we need to know about what Draco was speaking of,” Hermione said. “Besides what he said about me having sex with him.”

            “Like I said, he was being a braggart most of the night.” She thought it over. “When I first got there, they were already speaking about you. About how annoying you are and so on. But then he said something really odd. He said that if he wanted to get you into the sack, he better move quickly before his father made his moves on you.”

            “He thought Lucius was going to attempt to bed me?” Hermione whispered. “I’m not exactly his type, nor is he mine.”

            “No, that he isn’t,” Millicent said casually. “The Headmaster here, now he’s your type. I don’t get it. Most of the northern hemisphere probably doesn’t understand it. But who am I to say anything about who others sleep with or why?”

            It wasn’t until they got back to the Severus’s estate that anything was said between them.

            “Would you like to bed Lucius?” he asked her.

            Frowning, Hermione said, “Whatever for? Do you think misogynistic, bigoted arseholes are a turn on for me now?”

            “He’s…” he cleared his throat. “Handsome.”

            “He’s ugly,” she corrected him. “Inside out. You aren’t anything like that, thank Merlin.”

            “Please! Don’t tell me I have a lovely spirit!”

            “No, you have a mind that is unparalleled. It’s like a steel trap that captures all this knowledge and uses it to the utmost,” she stated. “Your body is that of a Greek god’s.” Swallowing thickly, she added, “You’ve got me thinking of sex constantly. Handsome doesn’t work that way, not with me and not with any woman with a working brain cell in their heads.”

            He pulled her back over to himself, dipping her into a dance move that had her looking up at him in shock.

            “Other women don’t see me like that,” he breathed, tracing a line of kisses down her jaw to her neck.

            Chuckling to herself, she breathed as her arms went all the tighter around him. “Then it’s true. I really am the brightest witch of my age!”

            Severus soon righted Hermione on her feet with the barest hit of a real smile lingering on his hard lips.

TBC...

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