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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
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- 26-Ch 26
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- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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They popped back into existence in
her room.��

She turned her head toward the
sudden movement that was Draco leaping up from one of the chairs by the fire
and throwing himself to his knees, bowing low.

The book he had been reading had flown in the air and was now open and face
down on the hearth, its pages only inches from the fire.�

She struggled and pushed Tom to release her, dashing to the end of the room and
dragging the book away just as the flames started to catch it, shaking it in
the air to put out the tiny tongue of orange that had licked
up the leather edge of the back cover.�
She frowned.� All the pages were
creased from being so ill treated and dumped in this manner.�

It was a potions text.� She smoothed out
the pages and closed it protectively, laying it on the table.��

Draco hadn�t seen any of this
because his face was an inch from the ground and his eyes were firmly screwed
down on the floor.

Severus
apparated into the room near the door. �

Tom ignored Draco completely and
strode over to her.� �I will find a way
to sever his ties to you� he said roughly through gritted teeth.� �I refuse to accept the choice between losing
you or keeping Harry Potter alive.��

Severus hurried over, alarmed, �surely
there is no choice, my Lord?!� We can
find a way to keep Potter restrained.� Entomb
him or entrap him in some object perhaps.�
There is no need to ..��

�NO!� Tom responded incensed.� �He must
die.� His continued existence is a
threat.� Find me a way, Severus.� I need to go back.� He has proven.. difficult.. to legilimise.� His occlumency
walls are too strong.� I require a way to
lower them.� Veritaserum will be wasted
on him, obviously.��

Severus looked at Hermione
helplessly.� �but
I..�

Tom glared at him and he lowered his eyes. �Yes master� he said miserably.�

�Draco� Tom threw at the
prostrated boy. �Get up.� I require you
to watch over her.� She is somewhat
distressed at present.� I have seen how.. comforting.. you
have been in other upsetting circumstances.� �

Severus looked at the boy suspiciously, obviously he had not yet viewed her memory in
the viewing room.� �

Draco was climbing unsteadily to
his feet, looking like he expected to be cruciated again.�

�See that I have no reason to
punish you.� If anything..ANYTHING.. even slightly unusual or of
concern happens here � You will inform me immediately.��

He drew a wand out of the pocket of his robe and tossed it in front of the boy
then stepped closer to Hermione again and pulled her, almost tenderly, to his
chest, brushing a soft kiss across her lips.�

She responded distractedly, her face fixed in conflicted worry.� �Tom.. maybe..��

She knew he could tell she was thinking about asking him to stop Rodolphus from torturing Harry any further.� He kissed her again,
silencing her, stroking his tongue slowly, feather light across the underside
of her top lip.�

When he drew
back, his face was stern and heavy with thought and he turned abruptly,
stalking off and disapparating mid step. ��

Severus stood indecisively for
about two seconds after Tom had disapparated before
he rushed across the room and swept Hermione up in his arms.�

Draco stood by with an unreadable expression on his face.�

Severus seemed unwilling to let her go again, he
simply clutched her, crushed to him with his eyes closed.�

�need. To.. breathe.� Hermione finally
choked out and he eased off somewhat.�

�I�m sorry about this morning� she said sadly.�
�I didn�t realise and then you were gone��

The man waved it off.� �I was childish.� Jealous.� I don�t know who of.� I wanted you both.� Perhaps it was foolish to leave.� You seemed to need..time
together.��

She kissed him tentatively.� He kissed
her back but there was a bittersweet neediness behind his kiss.�

A sense that he knew he could not have what he wanted.

�I must go.� He is right.�
We need to find a way to free you from this binding.��

Hermione raised a dubious
eyebrow.� �Free me of this necklace and I�ll do it myself somehow��

Severus clutched her more tightly.�

�You know I cannot.� And if I could..�

She groaned in irritation.� �whatever.� You�re probably right.� It doesn�t matter.� Do what you need to do then.��

She felt tense.. as if there
were a weight upon her back. It felt like she could almost hear Harry screaming
in that room wherever it was.� Now that
she could not see what was happening, her mind seemed to play on it, invent
even worse things that Rodolphus might be doing to
the boy who was.. at least in
a small part.. her friend.�� Even if he was a
psychopath now.

�Do you really think what Rodolphus is doing to Harry will help you get what you
want?� she asked sceptically.�

�I can�t stand it..� she trailed off uncertainly.� �I don�t know how much of him is left.� For a moment in there..
the way he looked at me.. it
was Harry.��

Severus� face hardened.� �Yes. �I think it is necessary. �What the boy is suffering is extremely deserved�
he growled.�

�Have you forgotten so quickly what he did..?��
She shook her head unhappily.�

�No.. no.� I�m sorry.. it.. it
bothers me though.� It�s not his
fault.� I did this.�

The sable haired man holding her
looked at her with near horror.� �Don�t be
ridiculous, Hermione.� You are not to
blame for any of this! Least of all what he did to you.�

She made a face and shot a
sidelong look at Draco then cupped her hand and whispered in Severus� ear.� �I am.� I didn�t know that Harry was a horcrux.� Nobody did.�
Well.. maybe Dumbledore.
I don�t know.� But when I healed Tom..� Harry..

It�s not a complex, how he�s behaving.�
He blended with a fragment of Tom�s soul that was re-growing at the
time.�

Now.. he�s... um.� like Tom.. in some ways.�

His magic feels similar, for a start.�
And he thinks like him.�� She stopped whispering and pulled back to
look at his face.�

Severus had stiffened and looked a
bit pale.� �..That..
complicates things further..� he said weakly.��

Hermione snuck a glance at Draco,
who was standing with his arms folded, leaning back on one leg looking
irritable at the Chinese whispers and kissyface going
on around him.�� Severus flinched.�

�He is summoning me� he said urgently, looking at her with wide eyes, and
thrust her back gently but firmly, turning on the spot and disapparating.

�Well.. that was fun� Draco sniped.�

He turned around and skulked back to the chair by the fire.�

She trudged over and sat in the
other chair.� They both stared into the
flames, slouching in the wingbacks and avoiding each others
eyes.�

After a few minutes she said, biting her lip, �Thanks.� For saving me I mean.� Thank you.��

His eyes slid over to her and
looked her up and down critically then drifted back to the fire. �Don�t mention
it.��

� ...no really.�
Don�t.� Don�t even talk about
it.� I must have been insane to actually beg the Dark Lord to
interrogate and punish me.� He�ll
probably kill me when he discovers everything I told the order.�

I sold him out completely. Everything I knew I gave them.�

I�m finished.�

But I�m so glad that you�re back in
bed with my godfather and the Dark Lord.�

Silly me to
think he might be grateful enough to get you back and have Potter in his claws
that he�d reward me.� Or at least forget
about me.�

I�m so screwed.�� Draco wiped a hand down his face in
disgust.�

She pursed
her lips, irritated that he was right and indecisive about telling him about
her deal.�

After consideration she decided it didn�t matter anyway now since Tom probably
couldn�t go through with his part and thus had no need to uphold what he�d
promised her.�

She sighed.� �I..almost
had you saved� she muttered.�

�I made a deal with..the Dark Lord.. and he agreed not
to punish you, no matter what he learned.�
He also said he wouldn�t use you anymore.. for.. um.. with
the foreign emissaries.. you know�

Draco looked at her evenly.� �whoring you mean?�
he smirked faintly at her discomfort.�

�Uh.. yeah.� That.� He said he wouldn�t do it again.�

But now.. Harry just told everyone something else and
what I promised him..well he probably can�t use it
anymore��

Draco looked at her with curious
speculation. �What did you promise
him, Granger?!�

Not that I�m not pleased that you�d try to help me after you already got what
you wanted � but I�m curious.�

What would it have cost to have gotten a pardon and a boon on top of it from Him.� I doubt he�d do it out of the kindness of his
heart.� I doubt he has a heart, actually.� What
did he want?�

A child, like you said Potter seemed to expect? Or marriage or something � as
ridiculous as that still seems.� The mark?��

�...But you already bartered for
that and since you just mentioned him to my godfather, I�m guessing Lestrange is in the pink of health � thanks for that, by
the way.� Your memory really went down a
treat with him. I�m lucky to still be breathing.�� Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at the
fire.�

�I�m sorry..�
she said softly.� �How could I know you�d
kiss me?!� After we�d drunk that liqueur It really didn�t occur to me to think of the memory you were
going to take anymore and in the morning it was all I could do to get the
memory ends straight for you to extract it.�
I didn�t think...�� She stilled.. the fire crackled in the
quiet.�

�I�m sorry that Rodolphus hurt you.��
He apologised to me for it this morning.�

Draco looked at her
sceptically.�

�He said he regretted it.. Not that that helps.��
She paused a moment and then said guiltily �if I�d known.. I would probably still have asked you to take the whole
memory.� I want it back.� The memory.�� I would hate to know I�d forgotten that...
forgotten you.� I don�t regret it.��

Draco looked at her, off balance, his eyes widened slightly.�

�It would be better if you forgot.� I
know I�m trying to.� It was just the
drink.� Whatever we
did.� It was just the effect of
that damn blue goop, messing with our heads.� It was nothing! �� He wrapped his arms around himself and
slouched away somewhat, avoiding her eyes.�

�Oh..�
she said softly.� �yes.� Of course.� Sorry.� She sighed and leaned her head
against the wing of the armchair.�

After another few minutes of heavy
silence Draco grumbled irritably.� �So
what was it then?� Your
agreement with the Dark Lord.�
What did he want?�� Is it so bad
you can�t face saying it out loud?��

She mused on the question.� Is it so bad..� Yes.. yes technically it was, she thought.� If someone had suggested to her a year ago
that she might like to make a horcrux at Lord Voldemort�s request she would
have laughed and told them to have their head examined.�

She�d spent months and months in the rain and the cold, starving and being
chased, cruciated, beaten and burned at every turn in order to destroy the
blasted horcruxes that Tom had made.� Making her own was pure insanity.�

She let her gaze drift over to Draco.� He was staring at her pointedly.� She decided it didn�t matter if she told him
� he almost certainly wouldn�t know what it was anyway.�

�He wanted me to make a horcrux�� she murmured
softly, looking back to the fire pensively.�

�What?!� Draco�s
startled voice drew her eye back.� He was
sitting forward in the chair and looking at her with a disturbed panicked
expression.� �Did you just say a
horcrux?� You were going to make a horcrux for the Dark Lord until potty
did whatever he did and prevented it?! �

You offered to kill someone and split
your soul to save me?!� He was
aghast.�

�are you fucking INSANE?!� WHY would you do that?!� You don�t even like me!� As you said.. there was a chance he wouldn�t
kill me anyway since I saved you -� have
you NO sense of proportion?� What made
that seem like a good idea to you?!��

She rolled her eyes and didn�t
look at him.�

�Look.. He
would have made me do it anyway.� YOU
should know that more than anyone..When he wants
something - he just finds a way to get you in a position where it becomes the
path of least resistance.� I figured if I
was going to do it anyway I might as well use it to save you.��

I did promise I�d do anything in my power to save you after all.�

It was in my power.� If I hadn�t made the
agreement I�d have reneged on my promise.�
It really doesn�t matter anyway either way since he probably can�t go
through with it now.� Harry.. bound me to himself with some
blood ritual.� I didn�t know.�

Now he says our lives are connected.� If Tom.. um.. if
the Dark Lord gets me to make a horcrux, I don�t know how that will affect Harry.� Maybe he�ll be protected from death too.�� He said that if the Dark Lord killed him, I�d
die too.��

Draco was gaping at her.� He reeled his jaw in and spat at her �Do you
have any idea how flippant you sound when you�re talking about one of the
darkest of dark arts spells ever created?�

At this point i think I could kiss Potter for being
snake enough to blood bind you secretly.��

Hermione smirked at the idle
thought that Harry would probably love
that.� The way he�d treated Draco when
they were going to meet Rodolphus, Harry would likely
be only too keen for Draco to show his appreciation in a physical way.�

�Granger!�
Draco snapped. �what?� she said distractedly.�

�Stop smiling like that.� Whatever it is probably isn�t funny.� He
grumped.�

They sat in silence for another brief
eternity.� Hermione felt her stomach
rumble.�

�Do any elves come when you call?� she asked, curiously.�

�Of course they do � what do you
want one for?� he asked suspiciously.�

�I�m hungry.� Could you call one?� They don�t come for me anymore��

Draco grinned snidely.�

�Scared you�ll give them clothes probably� he snorted.� �Gappo!�� With a pop a tall brownish elf appeared in a
white toga made from a towel with a Malfoy crest on it.� �Master� the elf said solemnly.�

�Bring us ..� he hesitated. �What do you want then?�
he asked peevishly.�

She shrugged, uncaring.� Draco rolled his eyes.�

�What did my father have for lunch
today?� he asked the elf.� ��Gappo� pulled a
rather constipated face for a house elf and responded.� �Duck foie gras mousse with Amontillado, spelt, braised duck leg, baby
leek, summer truffles and salad nathalia��

Hermione blinked blankly, mildly
appalled.�

�well.. I have heard
of some of those foods.� I�m not eating
anything that�s been stuffed down a duck though.��

Draco smirked.� �Two, gappo � one
without foie gras, and
we�ll have a Jouet Belle Epoque
Cuv�e 1985��

The elf bowed and popped away.�

Hermione bit her lip, feeling
slightly out of her depth with the blonde sybarite.�

�Do you like champagne?� Draco asked,
looking worried suddenly. �It�s.. - I ordered it
mainly for the interplay with the foie gras.. and
you aren�t having any.. I should have asked.��

Hermione shrugged nonchalantly.� �I don�t
know.� I haven�t tried any before.� I suppose...um.. I
should probably thank you again.��

He shook his head and continued to look worried.� �I..� Granger.. I�m sorry.� I should have asked you what you wanted. I�ll
tell Gappo to get something else.�� He looked uncomfortable�

�No!� Its ok.� she said
quickly.� �Thank you Draco.� I didn�t mean it that way.� I was just.. a bit..� intimidated I suppose.

But..I really don�t know what I�d want if you asked me
so its fine.� Its good!� Thanks.��

She looked at him quickly and looked away.. then looked back.� Was
he blushing?!�

Draco was actually blushing?��

He stood up and turned away, walking to the other end of the room swiftly.

She leaned out of her chair curiously and saw him levitating the small table
and chairs closer to the window to get more of the light.�

It was a cloud dappled day outside
she could see from here.� She rose and
went to where he stood staring out of the window.�

If he had been blushing, it was gone now.�
He looked apprehensive.�

She moved past him and knelt on
the window seat, staring out at the view.�

The thick dark grey clouds were
casting shadows that moved over the lake and forests.� It was a rather moody oppressive kind of
weather she thought idly.�

In the distance she could see someone walking along a path near the woods.� They were too far off to make out any
detail.�

Wind rippled the surface of the lake.�

Faint mist appeared on the window glass from her breath.�

�You know..
my room here is tiny.� Draco said out of the
blue.�

�Smaller than the head boy�s room at Hogwarts.�

She turned, surprised �you were
head boy?� she said, smiling. She had left at the beginning of her final
year.� She would have been head girl if
she had stayed.�

The badge had arrived in the mail to Grimmauld place
where she had listed herself after things started to get bad.�

�Yeah� Draco said dully.� �Gwyniss Ascot� was
head girl after you left with Potty and Weasel.�

�Thats great, Draco!� she said, pleased for him. He
grimaced distractedly.

�Thanks.� But, what I meant was � in this place.. what you have.. what the Dark Lord gives
you.. denotes how important you are.� I.. looked around a
bit while you were..away.�

You have an interesting, and rare, library.�
A view, The finest clothes, Your bathroom alone
must have taken someone quite a while to enchant.�

You live inside the Dark Lord�s
chambers, Granger.��

�I know you�re
..kind of attractive..� �he looked uncomfortable and avoided her eyes ��and everyone knows you�re intelligent

..ok.. very intelligent.� but.. it just doesn�t make sense, no matter how much I think about
it.� The Dark Lord is not a romantic.� He isn�t the type to have just fallen in love
with you somehow , I�ve heard him make comments about
how dangerous and pointless love is � that it makes you weak and vulnerable�
and even if he somehow fell in undying lust
with you - I doubt you�ve been meeting him for tea and biscuits over the year
you were gone.�

And you�re a mu- uh.. muggleborn.�

He�s expressed his views on that topic at length, you know.��

�I asked you about this before but
now I�m here and I see how he acts around you it just doesn�t add up. �

Even if your magic were compatible with his, as you say � so what?!�

That�s not that rare a phenomenon and
he could put you anywhere in this place and still visit you when he felt like
it.�

How come he�s put you IN his private rooms?!�
How come he looks at you like my father looked at that damned liqueur my
whole life?� as
if he were worried someone would break it, steal it or drink it the moment he
took his eye off it.��

�How come Potter looked at you like that, for that matter? �

He was your friend for years and then you come back from this place and he
bloody marks you, rapes you and binds
you apparently � this guy won�t even take the
last bread roll at the table.� It
doesn�t make any sense!�

What IS �it with you that is making everyone
crazy?!� Why does Severus cling to you
like he�s drowning.�

And Lestrange?!�

That evil bastard has never done a kind thing for.. well.. anyone
as long as i�ve known of him.� He�s been fucking me up every chance he got
since I was a kid.� And now he�s
apparently dotty on you?�

The guy was with my aunt and I know
you remember what a charming person she
was.�

�Then there�s the weasel � from
his body language that last day I would have guessed that potty wanted to
invite him into your idyllic paradise of love too and he somehow fucked it up
with you..or him I suppose.� He seemed terrified of Potter and apologetic
toward you.��

And not to mention.. my
bloody father!� He went on and on about you.�

And when he showed me that brand and he was talking about visiting you as if you
were some little secret he�d been
enjoying - The man killed a hairdresser once for accidentally nicking his
ear!!� He is not a forgiving man.� And..and..�� Draco
petered out, looking distressed.�

After a minute he continued
unhappily, looking defeated.� �And..I can�t stop thinking about you either.� What the fuck did you do?!� Make it stop!��

Hermione stared, alarmed.� She hadn�t really thought about it like that
before but..really, just about.. no
actually every male she knew in her
current dramatically reduced world seemed to have been attracted to her.�

That was not par for her life before all this started.�

She hadn�t thought so much about it.. the Dark Lord.. well.. she didn�t want to speculate on whether he only wanted to
possess her because she had power. It was definitely why he had sought to
acquire her, but he seemed to look at her with so much affection now.�

And Severus.. according to
him he�d been interested in her for years.�

Rodolphus seemed to think she tasted or smelled good.. or better than other people somehow.� She wondered if that might have something to
do with her ability.�

Lucius.. well
god only knew why Lucius wanted her.� Probably because he was an evil asshole and
he liked that she was afraid of him?� Or
maybe he knew Severus liked her and was jealous in some way.� Tom had said that they had a kind of history
together.�

Harry.. she didnt know what to think about
Harry.� Had he maybe liked her a bit
before all this mess with the soul blending?�
He�d never really done anything to give her that impression.�

Even if he had � was it maybe just Tom�s soul piece influencing him?�

She thought Ron probably liked her mainly because she was always around.. and possibly a bit because she�d
suddenly become a girl one year when he hadn�t been looking and when she went
to the ball with Krum he realised that other boys liked her.�

Famous boys, she thought
uncharitably.��

She couldn�t explain for the life
of her why Draco would want her though.�
He�d always made it abundantly clear that he couldn�t stand her, thought
she was unfit to carry a wand and deserving of extermination.�

And now she had no idea what to say to him, now that
he�d announced that she was on his mind.�

She swallowed and tried to think of something that wouldn�t offend him.�

There was a pop and the house elf
returned, levitating two plates, and a bottle of champagne.� He snapped his fingers and the table gained a
cloth, cutlery and two champagne flutes.�
He levitated the meals to their places and opened the champagne, placing
it in stasis in a silver container on the table.�

She looked at it, simply in order to have something else to look at.� A bead of chilled moisture was frozen halfway
down the slide toward the base of the bottle.�

The elf was about to leave when Draco
called to it �Orange juice also��

It snapped its fingers and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice appeared
on the table.��

She hesitated but thankfully Draco
had already moved to the table.� He
pulled out a chair and she moved to the opposite one to sit down.�

He frowned and shook his head slightly, following her and pulling out the other chair and helping her into
it.�

He poured some champagne into her glass and stood, seemingly nervously.� �Try it..� he said
softly.�

�If you don�t like it, I�ll add some juice and it will be sweeter.��

She smiled uncertainly, unfamiliar
with this attentive chivalrous version from the boy who�d tormented her and
made her feel worthless the entire time she was at school.� She sipped at the yellow white fizzing
liquid.�

It was quite bitter and sour, she discovered.�
It made her nose tickle slightly also.�

She raised an eyebrow unsure whether she liked it and took another sip.� Definitely an unpleasant
taste at first, although it seemed to leave a reasonably nice taste when she
swallowed it.��

Draco breathed out suddenly and
she looked up at him startled. �He looked
a bit pale. ��You don�t like it..� he said softly.�

�It�s ok.. It�s an acquired taste, they say.� I�m sorry.�
Here.� Try this.�� He raised the orange juice and she lowered
her flute for him to pour it in.�

When she tried the resulting mix she found that it tasted wonderful. Far better than plain orange juice and definitely miles
better than champagne apparently tasted.�
She smiled.� �thanks!��

He seemed relieved.� He poured his own
flute with champagne and seated himself, looking at her with a strange
expression while she inspected the strange items on her plate.�

She felt uneasy after a while and
blanched, asking paranoid - �What?� Is
there some custom i�m not observing?� Some wizarding version of grace or a toast or
a tradition that says we should stare at each other till someone blinks?��

he shook
his head faintly and looked down, picking up his knife and fork and beginning
to eat.�

She followed a short while later.�

After a minute, Draco started up a
conversation about the potions book he had been reading and, as it was not one
she had read but did bear similarities to other less dark texts she�d red, she
found it very interesting.� they debated
on the nature of the dark arts in potions theory , whether it was intent or use
that determined how dark a potion was or whether a potion could be
intrinsically dark irrespective of whether it was used for a nefarious purpose
or not. �

Draco was, astoundingly, a stimulating conversationalist and able to view an
issue from multiple perspectives simultaneously.��

The meal itself was delicious -everything tasted wonderful with the exception
of the leeks.� She discovered that leeks
were not a vegetable she believed she could befriend herself with in the future .��

When they were done, Draco
summoned the elf and had their plates removed and another bottle of champagne
brought.� She had no idea how they had
finished the wine so suddenly, she knew he had not refilled her glass.�

She looked at the half full glass suspiciously.�

It had been replenishing itself obviously.�
She hadn�t noticed that it never got any lower.� No wonder she felt quite warm and
talkative.�

Draco�s glass was only a quarter full. It seemed when the bottle ran out, the
glasses could not fill to the desired level.

She gazed out the window at the
play of dappled light over the dark green spikes of the forest and wondered,
not for the first time whether the view was real or enchanted.� If she were to somehow find her way to an outside
door here would she be able to walk down to that lake?�

She had not seen a view from any other window here � she had not seen any other
window here.�

She looked back at Draco.� He was staring
at her again with that unreadable expression.�

She raised an eyebrow and he shook
his head as if to say �nothing� and turned away to look at the view she had
previously been musing on.��

�I have no window in my room� he said quietly.�
�My father�s chambers look out upon mountains. �I have no idea whether his window, your window
or both are enchanted or whether his room simply faces another direction.�

I�ve never been outside in this place.�
You..apparate in.. apparate out.� Real physical space around it starts to
become meaningless.� Its just the place the Dark Lord keeps you.��

He indicated her champagne flute
to her.� �Finish your glass, I want you
to try a different champagne � this one is much
sweeter.� More
something for dessert.��

She smirked at him.� �are
you trying to get me drunk?!��

He looked at her with a
butter-wouldn�t-melt-in-my-mouth expression of innocence and said
incredulously.�

�I�m just trying to broaden your horizons, Granger, are you always this
suspicious of others intentions?!�

She giggled at his unconvincing
act and then put her hand over her mouth, appalled at herself for making such a..a.. lav lav
sound.�

�I really shouldn�t.� I�m not used to
alcohol.� I�ve apparently already lost
the ability to prevent myself from sounding like my brain is full of air and
divination classes.��

He grinned in a mercenary manner� �I�ve got a
great idea..� he said slowly.��

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