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Mirrored Desires	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They had been traversing the tunnels for half an hour following directions from Hermione’s cuff, when she realised her head wound was more than superficial. Her eye sight was blurring and the pain was starting to affect her co-ordination and balance. After running into the wall for the fifth time in as many minutes, Draco swore and doubled back.

“What are you doing?” Hermione demanded. “We can’t keep stopping.”

Draco huffed once, crawling toward her; the torchlight making her squint as the ache in her head continued to worsen. When did a small LED light become so potent?

“I wouldn’t have to keep stopping if you could stay on course and not hit the bloody sides of the vent, ensuring anyone in a five metre radius of them can hear you coming like a herd of elephants.”

She grumbled at his words but knew he was right. But what were her options? “I’m not staying here, Malfoy.” He didn’t respond. “I’m not.”

“Be quiet, you sound like a child.” He retorted while invading her personal space.

The snarky words which were on her lips died as Draco all but sat on her. In the small space Hermione had knelt back, resting her bum on her feet. Draco sidled up and placed his knees either side of hers, trapping hers in their tight embrace. His masculine scent wrapped around her once more and she couldn’t stop her mind floating back to the dream. She was shaken from it when Draco grabbed her head gently in both hands.

“What…?” She trailed off as his eyes narrowed in concentration while looking at her cut. He leant in even closer and Hermione’s nose almost touched his cheek. She held her breath, not sure why her hormones had started to swirl in her stomach. Maybe it was due to the hit on her head – yes; that was it.

“Seems clean.” Draco murmured to himself as he ran a fingertip gently along her forehead, not quite touching the cut, but following its path. Hermione hissed as it started to throb and he immediately ceased the pressure; cupping her face again instead. “It’s fairly warm, and could get infected. But, I’m more worried about what’s going on inside of your head.”

Hermione’s head snapped up and back, narrowly missing Draco’s chin; his grip tightened on her face. Why did he want to know what was in her head? Merlin – half the time she was trying not to look at his arse or wonder how soft his hair actually was. If he got inside her head, it was all over. He’d know how attractive she found him, oh Merlin – he’d find out about their shared dreams, and she could never let him discover that.

“Granger, are you okay – you look like you’re in shock? Relax, I’m sure you haven’t suffered internal damage, but it’s best to make sure as soon as we can. Your basic functions are sluggish and your response time is lagging.”

Merlin she was thick – Draco thought she had internal bleeding or swelling, he didn’t want to know her thoughts at all; Hermione relaxed and opened her eyes again. The torch was no longer shining directly in her face so she didn’t have to squint as much, but one thing she did know - Draco was way too close for comfort.

His hands still held her face and he tilted her head one way then the other, checking for more damage. She didn’t particularly feel all that comfortable having him act like a nurse-maid – his closeness reminded her of too many inappropriate thoughts she’d been lingering on lately. Although she honestly wasn’t feeling very ‘with-it’ so if he could see something which might help her feel better – so be it.

As her heart began to beat faster, Draco started to knead the back of her neck with his fingers – it felt good. At first he rubbed down to where her shoulders and neck met, then dug his fingers in deliciously as he massaged up her neck to her head, finally focusing on the bones behind her ears. It was heaven, who’d have thought Draco’s fingers could elicit this much bliss. Hermione didn’t even try and fight the thoughts of Draco’s hands doing sinfully naughty things to her body – she was too relaxed to put her guard up. She also couldn’t stop the very small moan which escaped between her parted lips. His fingers stopped.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked directly into Draco’s. Suddenly there was no air, no space between them at all – it was as if the vent had shrunk leaving no room to move.

“Granger?” Draco questioned as his face leant in closer to hers. She knew exactly what was about to happen – and was surprised that instead of the rush of loathing she’d expected, she had to fight from pulling him in faster.

Hermione parted her lips slightly as Draco’s head inched towards her. She didn’t look from his gaze – it was too intense and she was utterly lost in their depths. Before she could take in another breath, Draco’s lips pressed against hers, soft, questioning and feeling like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life; so very different from their forced kiss earlier.

As he moved closer to her, Draco’s hands once more cupped her face as he lightly kissed her with small nips. Hermione’s entire body was alive; excitement and fear all coursed through her at a thousand miles an hour. It was as Draco opened his mouth further that she realised the magic had hit, had actually been swirling in her the last thirty seconds or so – Malfoy had distracted her. She thought when he realised magic rode the air he’d let her go, but instead of releasing her; Draco deepened the kiss while gripping a little tighter on her head. Hermione tried pulling away – but he held on firmly.

Suddenly she felt a soothing rush flow through her; and her headache lessened considerably. An itching around her cut started, getting more annoying by the second; she raised a hand to it – only to feel no cut at all. What the hell was going on? Draco pulled away suddenly, almost falling over backwards. Hermione swore and grabbed him before he slumped sideways; he was bloody heavy.

“What the hell did you just do?” she demanded.

Draco chuckled a little incoherently. “That was a kiss, Granger. Boy, you are in trouble if you can’t even tell that.”

“I bloody well know what it was – why the hell…”

She didn’t get any further as Draco fell back out of her grip and convulsed on the ground. Grabbing his shoulders she steadied him until it passed; fear sliding along her spine. It looked like he’d over-exerted himself using magic. She knew what it looked like – she’d done it plenty of times herself.

Then she understood. He had healed her using magic, binding his healthy energy with hers to mend the gash on her head and whatever other underlying problem she’d had. Judging by his weakened state – there was more injuries inside of her head then either of them realised. Draco had shared his life energy with her. Feeling completely overwhelmed by his actions she could only do one thing - she smacked him.

“You idiot, you can’t just go around giving out your bloody Chi. What if it was worse than you’d thought – I could have drained you.”

“Typical, that’s the gratitude I get for saving your life.” Draco said it weakly, but the annoyance was there all the same.

Feeling slightly chagrined; Hermione asked more kindly, “Where did you learn to do that? I thought only medi-witches could heal without wands?”

Draco cracked an eye open and slowly raised himself up on his elbows blinking a few times. “I was in St Mungos for awhile after the war and made friendly with a few of the medi-witches.” Hermione snorted, of course he was ‘friendly’ with the young witches; he ignored her jibe. She had also forgotten that he had to do some community service for his small part in the war – he’d obviously volunteered at St Mungos. She was surprised he would have chosen to help sick people – another anomaly in her version of Draco. “I was taught the theory behind it by a lovely nurse called Beverley.” He grinned suddenly. “She was feisty, grey and about ninety; and gave me more grief than fifty grandma’s put together.”

Hermione was transfixed by the playful smile which curved Draco’s mouth up. His words sunk in and she frowned a little. “She was?”

Draco’s smile faltered and Hermione felt a hitch in her chest at the lost look on his face. When he glanced at her, finding her watching intently, he replaced it with a casual indifference. She didn’t like the fact that he felt he needed to do this – although who could blame him. They weren’t exactly friends, something Hermione for the first time started to regret a little. Why in hell would she want to be friends with him? Maybe he had more to offer than just snark; maybe not as well, she thought wryly.

“Yes; well, she died a while ago now – happens to us all. Good spell though; although as you can see it’s not perfect, I have to have extreme close contact for it to work.”

Draco averted his eyes as he said this, and Hermione knew then he’d not kissed her because he wanted to – it was the only way to get the spell to work properly. Suddenly a heavy weight filled her chest; something she couldn’t dislodge. Worried it was a side-effect of the energy sharing, she went to say something, then realised she’d felt this before. It was disappointment; heavy and bitter. She had bloody well wanted Draco’s kiss, had got more enjoyment out of it than she should have. She was silly to think he might have wanted to kiss her; for Merlin’s sake, she was Hermione Granger – Draco Malfoy’s sworn enemy, everybody knew that. Although it seemed like she’d forgotten for a moment.

“Well let’s hope it doesn’t happen again – I don’t want your smarmy scaly lips anywhere near me,” she spat.

Draco looked up surprised at first; then anger soon laced his expression. “Believe me, Granger – it was the only way; know it was a last resort. Next time I might not help at all.”

Hermione watched as he spun around and crawled away, blaming the feeling of emptiness inside of her from the loss of magic once more. Yes, they were enemies and the only thing she felt in her chest at the moment was a burning hatred – not a misguided affection which could be misconstrued as – what; like? She’d best not forget the parts they played again; it was getting harder the more time she spent with him, she realised helplessly.

Draco led the way through the tunnels – feeling more conscious of Granger than ever. Sharing energy had the small side effect of constant awareness of the person you had joined with; well that was his theory and he was sticking with it. He was glad Granger had believed the baloney about having to kiss her for the spell to work. He didn’t have to – touching her face would have done it. But she looked so vulnerable with her hair tousled and the angry cut on her forehead that he couldn’t resist. Before he even knew what was happening he’d leant over and captured her lips in his. He cursed himself for a weakness he didn’t even realise he possessed. Granger was not his type, or even in the league of women he usually dated. She was better, something said smoothly. He held back a grunt of denial.

It was the second kiss they’d shared and Draco knew he had to stop it there; it was starting to mess with his mind – well his subconscious mind anyway. The only other option open to him was to get it out of his system by thoroughly shagging the life out of her. He’d already been tossing up the idea of sleeping with her – now he knew he would have to make it happen. His thoughts had started to tangle around Granger too intently. He’d never had his mind turn to somebody as much as her; and that bloody dream earlier in the vent had him strung out. Prissy Granger - sucking his cock like a pro. When she’d woken up and jumped away from him – he thought she’d felt his erection. But she didn’t react in any way except pain from her head wound.

Three times he’d had erotic dreams about her, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. If she was even a tenth of how she was in his dreams in real life – Draco was in for a very pleasant exciting journey. He wondered how Hermione would react if she’d had dreams like the one’s he’d been having. She would probably splutter and go red having no idea what to do. He smiled at the thought.

Suddenly a loud static noise ripped through the small vent and he heard Hermione jump and swear behind him. Once more he stopped and turned the torch on her. She held a small black device in her hand, quickly turning something on it to make the noise lessen.

“What the bloody hell do you have there? A blow-horn to announce to everyone in the damn place we are here?”

“We found Ivan and Tomic, bound behind guard house number three – footsteps in the mud lead to the roof – every one on high alert – we have intruders.”

“No you idiot – it’s the radio I grabbed from the guard – Ivan or Tomic I guess; so we could hear chatter and know what they are up to.” She huffed at him, and shoved the radio onto a clip on her belt.

He admitted it was a good idea – something he hadn’t thought if. Of course he didn’t say this to her out loud. It would not do well to tell Granger she was smart – it would go to her head and she’d be even more infuriating.

“Well they know we are here now, not much we can do at the moment. There’s a fork ahead – which way does the cuff say to go?” Draco continued on his way hearing a small ‘left’ come from behind him. He followed the vent around.

The map Granger had on her cuff showed large rooms in the middle of the complex – labelled laboratories. It was as good a place to start looking for the vial as any – so they’d made the decision to start there. He glanced behind him and could just make out Granger following. She was no longer bumping into anything and seemed to have recovered completely. Draco ignored the small coil of relief which wound around his stomach at the thought; he was obviously worried about Louis’ reaction if she got hurt.

After another ten minutes, Draco found himself in front of a grate looking down onto a long dark hallway. “I think this is an abandoned area – no lights except the emergency exit signs – well, I assume that’s what the green reflections on the floor are.”

Hermione slithered her way up next to him so she could also look out – his stomach tightened as he felt her body packed firmly up against his. She turned slightly so she could see further along the hall. All Draco could see was the long line of her white neck and he had a horrific urge to lick the small amount of showing skin. This was fucking ridiculous.

More harshly then he intended, he pushed her out the way and opened the grate – making sure he didn’t let it clang to the floor. The silly twat let out a grunt of displeasure at his pushing, but let him lead the way. He also let her jump down by herself – he didn’t need to touch her any more than necessary at the moment. He wondered how he was going to finish this operation without pushing her against a wall and taking her like the animal he felt he was becoming. It was one thing to make the decision to sleep with her one day, but it was another having Hermione flaunt her feminine wiles the whole time making him want her now. Because he was adamant this was what was happening – it had nothing to do with him or his desires.

Draco started when Hermione placed a hand on his wrist, yanking him towards a doorway; where they stood for a moment. “What are you doing, you daft…”

“Enough with the sugar-coated names, or I’ll get the wrong idea and think you actually like me - knob.” She whispered the last part and he felt his eyes narrow. “I’m getting us out of the middle of the corridor so I can synchronize our cuffs – something we should have done a few hours ago.”

He watched her; arm held out like a goon as she typed fast between the two devices. Her soft breaths puffed against his wrist and he shut his eyes for a second trying to gain control. Fucking Louis – he was going to kill the man; Draco’s life was perfect before he thrust this bloody witch in close quarters with him.

“Right – ready?” Hermione looked up at him, slowly raising an eyebrow as he continued to stare at her. He nodded curtly, afraid of what he would say or do if he moved. He’d never felt so out of control and he hated it.

Hermione took a step back and looked up and down the corridor quickly, and before he could do something stupid like tell her to be careful – she’d ran down the hall, quietly and quickly. He took in another deep breath, letting it out slowly – he needed to be in the zone. There was a time and a place for these thoughts and feelings and with a little luck he wouldn’t have to deal with them – ever.

He heard a very quiet snick of a doorway and knew Granger had gone into the next quadrant leaving him these laboratories to check. He kept close to the wall – looking out for cameras and guards, stealthily making his way to the big double doors at the end.

Draco wondered if Hermione had come across any guards as he’d sensed none; then realised in the next breath it was bloody time to put thoughts of Granger aside and do what he came here to do. He hadn’t realised how hard that would be; as he looked down at his cuff and saw her tracking device activate. Stupid distracting annoying witch.

Hermione slithered to a stop and ducked into a doorframe when she heard voices coming from around the next bend. She kept her eyes on the corridor and leant back, trying the door handle which was digging into her. It opened without a problem and she slipped inside, closing the door quietly just as two lots of shoes turned the corner. She gave a quick cursory glance around the room she was in and saw it was used for storage. Mountains of boxes covered most of the floor. She leant against the wall next to the door until the voices had retreated; then walked towards a box - opening it.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Hermione sing-songed under her breath, and pulled out what appeared to be a thick personnel file. She started to read, only making it three paragraphs in before almost dropping the sheath of papers. What the hell was WAM hiding behind these walls in a forest in Russia? If what she had in her hands was any clue – they were well and truly screwed.

A complete work-up of a French witch named Cecile was enclosed. It had all her vitals, including height, weight, health issues – bloody hell, it even had her approximate menstrual cycle dates. Hermione skimmed further, the words starting to blur with every sentence; horror filled her body. Slamming the file shut she picked another, knowing it had to be wrong. The next one was also for a middle-aged witch – although she haled from Wales; it contained the exact same information. Family history, if Squib children were prevalent in the blood-line, where the blood-line started and with whom. It also listed the Welsh witch’s husband who had a file number attached. Hermione shut her eyes, there where two more file attachment numbers; for her three and seven year old children.

Hermione dropped the papers back into the box and quickly strode over to the other side of the large room, and picked out another random box. Inside - more files. Another Welsh wizard was the first one she grabbed. It also contained the exact same information – albeit his menstrual cycle was not included, although Hermione swore men did have them. What caught her attention though, was the large stamp running through his photo – it was identical to the other two photos she’d looked at.

“Purification,” she whispered, completely sickened by what she’d found. WAM had files on – well, it looked like almost every registered and probably the majority of non-registered witches or wizards in the world. Grabbing random files she saw a few other stamps; Deceased, Traitor and Pure-Blood among the few. Yet most of them read purification. The ‘blood cure’ Dr Fabian Munroe had invented was obviously going to be used to purify the world of magic, and Hermione had a horrendous suspicion more than one vial of the stuff had been manufactured. Their mission had just become life or death – for every wizard on the planet. No pressure at all.

She quickly typed what she’d found and sent it to Draco’s cuff, knowing he would ignore her message - he was pig-headed like that. She could see from the GPS he was about six corridors over, and wondered if he’d come across anyone yet. Hermione quickly left the file room feeling confused and to be truthful a little scared. She shook herself off and continued to check along the hall.

Hermione made her way around the next corner after checking all was clear, and started to sneak past a closed door. As she came into line with the handle – it twisted and swung open, leaving her nowhere to go. Hermione heard a slosh, and looked up in surprise at a slightly overweight guard as he dropped his coffee in shock. It hit the floor with a thud and Hermione’s senses were assaulted with the smell of burnt caffeine. She hadn’t had a coffee in a few days and was ready to throttle the man for dropping his cup of liquid gold. She watched as it spread across the grimy floor, wondering if it was instant or ground.

He made a grab for his radio and Hermione pounced, knocking it from his grip - it slid noisily along the hall. She punched out only to be blocked quickly. She was impressed, he didn’t have the appearance of a fighter with skills – but looks were deceiving she mused; wondering why it made her think of Malfoy. The man used his brute size to force her to back up so he was no longer in the doorframe. Then he got into position, fists balled up and light on his feet.

Hermione knew he boxed – whether he was doing it socially for fun or had more professional pursuits she didn’t know. But she was glad she’d taken lessons and had the basics worked out so she could figure out his next move. Ducking quickly, Hermione avoided a blow and slammed her fist out towards his ribs. He deflected nicely and leant back on the balls of his feet as he raised his guard. Hermione mimicked him, fists raised and bouncing slightly – she punched again, managing to graze the side of his head. Unfortunately the manoeuvre left her open and he retaliated quickly, smacking into her cheek. The blow wasn’t as hard as it could have been and Hermione realised he wasn’t comfortable hitting a girl. She could use this, even if her cheek was throbbing like a bitch. Strength or not – it bloody stung.

As she danced around him, ducking and weaving, she purposely left herself open again. He took the bait. At the last second Hermione dropped into a half split and punched his stomach while spinning around and sweeping him off his feet with her shin. He hit the floor with a thud and a grunt – his head slamming into the tiles with a small crack which made her wince.

Hermione immediately grabbed his wrists and dragged him back into the room he’d come from. Thankfully he was by himself – Hermione didn’t exactly want anyone being radioed for back-up while she was alone. Although, she did have her sabre and a few throwing knives – but she only liked them in an emergency. She preferred hand-to-hand combat over slashing somebody unarmed with a sword. The look of it in her hands usually deterred even the bravest of criminals. Looking down at the guard she knew his head would be sore in the morning – if he stayed out of it for that long. Frowning a little she found some twine and tied his hands in case he woke beforehand.

Looking around the room she saw it was a small security control centre. Screens covered most of one wall, a small kitchen sat behind her and a toilet was in the other corner. She gazed longingly at the coffee pot, inhaling the sweet bitterness; then shook her head – it was almost as distracting as Malfoy. Then she saw him as she turned around towards the monitors. Malfoy was on screen - for the world, and all of security to see.

“Oh lord,” Hermione breathed. Realising that even if Malfoy and her couldn’t see them – cameras were everywhere. Berating herself for being so naïve in a Muggle environment, she grabbed her wrist, turning her cuff’s receiver on. “Malfoy, cameras are on you – get the hell out of sight,” she hissed.

She saw him jump and suddenly disappear into a crevice – he was good; she couldn’t even see a toe. Then her cuff crackled. “What the fuck happened to radio silence?”

“Sorry, your majesty – I thought you should know I could see you walking down a hall scratching your balls.” She retorted hotly as she quickly analysed which corridors were being watched, seeing one which had four cameras trained on it. It seemed like she’d found the very lab they were looking for.

“I was not…”

“Whatever, Malfoy; leave your boys alone for five minutes and get to this corridor.” She smiled at his indignant snort and typed the location through to his GPS. “This is where we want to go – security is tight. I’ve found one security out-post full of monitors – who knows how many they have. Stay out of sight this time.”

“What the hell are you going to do?” He snapped back.

“Just setting up an insurance policy – I’ll see you in ten.” She logged out and watched for a sign of him on any of the cameras – he’d turned into a ghost. Taking one last look at the coffee pot she sighed heavily and left the security office and headed straight back to the room full of files.

It took her eleven minutes and almost all of her spell balls, but she’d managed to do what she’d come for. As she ran back towards the lab she’d seen on the monitors, the entire building went black. Hermione slammed into a wall hard as she lost her bearings for a moment. Crap – what the hell was happening? She ripped a pair of goggles from a wire which hung underneath her sabre and slid them on – instantly the haze of infrared stunned her retinas. She’d never completely gotten used to night vision, but it was better than flailing around in the dark like a virgin on her wedding night.

While she ran, her cuff came alive and Draco’s bored voice sardonically spoke from it. “Hurry it up, Granger. I can’t do everything. I’m ready to break in – with or without you.”

Hermione picked up her pace – knowing it was Draco who’d created the black-out. How – she didn’t have a clue, but it made it easier to run through the hallways without having to look for hidden cameras. Within thirty seconds she saw him – a red and yellow haze in the hall. Coming to a stop beside him they glanced at the other, he had an identical pair of goggles on.

“About time...” Draco breathed. She smacked him on the back of the head, and he instantly spun - grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and pushing her into the wall. Gasping at the sheer force of his move he leant in, lips torturously close to hers. “Stop pushing me, Granger – you will not like the consequences.”

As he said this, his tongue darted out and barely caught her lips; she leant forward a little without meaning to. Her whole body was on fire – this was getting out of hand; though it didn’t worry her at the moment. He chuckled, his mouth spreading into a smile which still ghosted over her own aching lips. “Well, maybe you would.”

Tilting his head slightly, Draco leant in - just as the lights flicked on. Hermione cursed loudly as she ripped the glasses off her face and saw Draco squinting like her. It hurt like a mother when lights flashed on. Suddenly Draco slammed into the door beside them, pulling her through it before the cameras caught them. Hell, maybe they were seen – she didn’t know, didn’t really care. Her thoughts were firmly on the fact she’d almost kissed Draco – again. She was going to have to do something about this unwanted distraction. Maybe her dreams were really telling her what she needed to do. Would sleeping with Draco fix her of these delusions of liking him? Maybe…

Breathing heavily they saw the room beyond was dark; not due to the lights being cut, it was only lit by one small light-bulb hanging from the roof in the far corner. Underneath it sat a large square shape covered by a sheet. Hermione looked at Draco in question and she saw small furrows in his brow as he took a step forward. All thoughts on what might have happened between them in the hallway forgotten.

Looking around the space, Hermione noticed a bleak looking toilet in the corner and a card-table with remnants of a meal strewn across it. Wrinkling her nose she could smell waste – human waste. What the hell was this room? With all the cameras trained on this one doorway – she’d expected a high tech lab full of ‘blood cure’ samples and thousands of technicians making more. All she saw was a grotty room not fit for human habitation.

Draco stood before the sheet and in one movement ripped it from whatever it was covering. Hermione took a sharp breath in at what lay beneath – it was a cage. Worse than that; was the thing inside.

Hermione knelt down beside the iron bars and looked aghast at what lay there. It was human – barely recognisable under all the blood, bruising and dirt. Without a second thought she grabbed her sabre and used the thick handle to slam the large lock off the door.

The body hadn’t moved – although Hermione could see a small rise and fall of shallow breathing, he or she was still alive. Why this filled her with relief she wasn’t sure, as whomever it was needed medical care and would likely suffer mental problems even after ten years of counselling – torture could do that to a person.

Draco pulled her aside as she hadn’t moved; Hermione realised she couldn’t if she even tried. She was completely shocked, looking at a flurry of large angry welts across the poor person’s shoulders. Who-ever it was, was obviously not a favourite person of WAM. They had suffered cruelty and deprivation because of them. Hermione felt her blood begin to boil – WAM were no more than animals themselves, and they had the audacity to say having magic run through your veins was impure. She let Draco pat her shoulder and caught his eyes – his even more disturbed than hers. She was glad; it made Malfoy human if he was also affected by what sat there.

Dragging the figure out carefully, she saw the person was male. Hermione lay the sheet down so Draco could place him on-top of it, then she wrapped the poor man softly in it. There was something vaguely familiar about him she thought absently. Using her water bottle she dripped a few drops onto their lips still frowning. She knew this man.

He licked his lips slowly at first; then within a few moments he was swallowing down gulps like a man who’d not touched water in days. It was most likely the case. Hermione took the water away amidst a feeble protest from the man.

“You’ll be sick if you have too much, too soon,” she said and looked at Draco again, who was still staring down at the man they’d just rescued.

“Thank you.” The man rasped and opened his eyes – they were bright blue and pained. Hermione almost jumped back. She now knew exactly who this man was; she’d seen his picture not even twelve hours ago on Draco’s wrist cuff, albeit a healthier smiley version.

“Dr Fabian Munroe,” she whispered, and caught Draco’s equally shocked expression. They had just saved the man who wanted to erase magic from the Earth.

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