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The Spy Game	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco still refused to look at Hermione as Marcus helped her off the ground. A new form of pain crept up unawares in her chest at his indifference. It was a hurt unlike all the betrayal she had been on the receiving end of. It almost felt as if she had let him down somehow – but that was ludicrous. No – they were both at fault. She couldn’t help but wonder why her trust was so hard to give. Maybe she should learn to trust herself first.

Shaking off the peculiar feeling, she looked back to Marcus. Her mouth fell open of its own accord, and stayed in its shocked position for a moment. He was completely unharmed. She didn’t know what to think – she couldn’t think to be honest. All she could do was stand motionless as Marcus, her boss - her friend, embraced her heartily.

Camille’s exclamation from over Marcus’s shoulder blurred in with the whispered words he was muttering. Hermione held on tight, almost as if her life depended on his strong arms and steady heartbeat. Then she heard the creeping voice in her mind tell her that she was enfolded with the wrong wizard. She really craved Draco’s warmth and acceptance. Hermione shooed the absurd thought from her mind, Malfoy appeared decidedly uninterested in what was happening. Intriguingly Hermione wondered at what point she began to yearn for his attention. Marcus continued to breathe words against her, and it took a few disorientating moments to finally hear what he was whispering.

“I’m sorry, Hermione. We couldn’t tell anyone, so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Hermione felt tears of something trail down her cheeks. Whether it was shock, happiness or anger she couldn’t tell. Words were failing her; she had nothing, yet everything to say. She had held Marcus’s dead body in her arms, now he was a living breathing entity holding her upright. Hermione was sure in these precious few moments if he had let go, she would have fallen to the ground.

Marcus finally pulled away from her, holding her at arms length. Hermione grinned; then choked on her own tears. A smile she didn’t know she still had within her lit her face. Then she saw Draco’s dark expression.

He was watching her exchange with Marcus intently, his silver eyes hard – unforgiving. His pale skin appeared alabaster in the moonlight, so pale; almost insubstantial. She thought him almost a shadow, one which would fade into the wall and disappear in a moments notice. For some reason this made her feel forlorn. Suddenly Draco’s eyes narrowed; then he walked away and placed his hands on the balcony, looking down at the street below. She could see the tenseness in his shoulders. Had she somehow caused it? Marcus’s grip on her shoulders tightened, and she looked back at her friend.

“How...what…Christ, Marcus…I don’t know where to….you were dead…” Incoherent sentences began; then stopped as Hermione struggled for words and questions all at the same time. In true Marcus form, he understood her perfectly; he’d always had the knack.

“It was a Glamour; a very intricate spell to make me appear as if I was dying. Malfoy did a brilliant job; you almost caught him going out the window. Lucky Camille’s shot missed.”

Hermione snapped her head around and stared at Draco’s back. She could tell he was desperately trying to feign a general lack of interest. She had to stop being impressed at his spell casting. She wondered if he surpassed her – there was no way, it was a silly notion. Her eyes stayed on his back; for some unfathomable reason she couldn’t drag them away. There was something different about him – he seemed meaner, on edge. Hermione wondered what she should believe. Did Marcus being alive change things? Of course they did – but what – and how much?

“So does that mean…Isabelle?” She trailed off hopefully.

Marcus’s eyes lost some of their light, and Hermione found her hope sinking. “No, she truly is gone. I was supposed to protect her…but I couldn’t. It all happened too fast…she was supposed to stay put in Dubai. I was meant to be alone at the safe house with Draco. Isabelle, the stubborn wonderful witch she was, followed me, thinking I was in trouble. Timothy got to her before I knew what was happening. The bastard had used a silencing spell on the lounge room. She never had a chance.” Marcus’s voice hitched slightly, but he continued. “Then you and Camille arrived. It was supposed to be Franklin – alone. We had no idea he would send you both in his stead. It seems like he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. I had to make a heartbreakingly tough decision to continue on with my plan. I knew that Isabelle was an operative first and foremost and would have known and agreed to keep the mission on track.”

Hermione could see the guilt tearing Marcus up on the inside, she knew the feeling well. She also would have wanted the plan to go ahead if she was killed; especially if it was for the greater good of the country. “I’m sorry, Marcus.”

“Don’t be. It’s my cross to bear now; I put her in that position. I ended up underestimating some of my best operatives with this covert mission. I now see I should have told the truth from the beginning.”

The statement hung in the air for a moment, the irony of it not lost on Hermione. Draco moved all of a sudden and spun around. Her eyes held his for a moment; an arrogant look of righteousness graced his features. Hermione felt anger bubble; he honestly thought he did the right thing by lying to her the whole time. Egotistical bloody prick.

Staring directly at Draco, her lip curled a little. “Why me, why keep me in the dark – why not let me in on the plan?” Her words came out sharper than she thought they would.

“Do you really think we have time for this now, Granger? You can catch up with Marcus over marshmallows and hot chocolate - after we get the Pensive.” Draco’s frosty voice cut like a knife across the balcony. If she didn’t know better – she would swear he sounded jealous of something.

She felt her hackles unintentionally rise at the tone in his voice; she wanted answers now – not later. Marcus gave her an apologetic look.

“Malfoy’s right; we have to move soon. But, Hermione, it was not a slight at you or your skills. It was a mission six years in the making, only Draco and I were involved in it. Franklin setting him up was the perfect out for Draco to join me – secretly and off the grid. If I could do this over – I would do it differently, believe me. We had a magically binding vow between us not to tell anyone of our mission – not an Unbreakable Vow, but close to it. This is why Draco couldn’t tell you exactly what was going on – only hint at it.”

Hermione felt sick in the stomach, it churned with turmoil and guilt – this changed everything. She now understood Draco’s reluctance to tell her what was happening, he physically couldn’t tell her. She knew how those vows worked – she had one with Harry and Ron over some things that had happened in the war against Voldemort. Hermione looked up sharply, yet only saw the back of Draco’s head. Crap – why were things never easy?

“Before I tell you anything more, I need to discern if you’re with us. I know this is a huge ask of you both, but Franklin will pay for his deeds against England’s Wizarding Community if you help.” Marcus stopped and gave Malfoy a strange look, one which Hermione couldn’t decipher. “Maybe I’ll buy you both this ‘hot chocolate’ as thanks.”

Hermione glanced over at Camille. She nodded almost indecipherably. Her eyes swung over to Draco. He was still tense, holding his entire body rigid, like he was a tightly coiled spring ready to snap at the slightest provocation. He wouldn’t look at her, only Marcus. It stung more than she wanted to admit, but now was not the time for self-pity. She had been put through a proverbial blender in the last few days, but having Marcus standing in-front of her, whole and unhurt, made the decision easy.

“You know I’m always with you, Marcus.”

He smiled and patted her shoulder, squeezing it gently. It was a small amount of the comfort she truly seeked. She saw Draco stiffen, and look away. Frowning slightly, she took a step towards him, then stopped – why bother? A sudden anger at his childish behaviour reared its head inside of her.

Camille came up and gave Marcus a very quick firm hug and ruffled his hair, which from her height looked almost ridiculous. He stared down at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Draco coughed tightly. “The Pensive…”

“Right.” Marcus suddenly had his game face on; Hermione smiled proudly - he would make a perfect leader one day. “We need to break into Franklin’s relic safe. It contains a very rare and special Pensive, the only way to open the files.”

“What do you mean ‘open’ them?” Hermione’s voice was low; she could still feel Draco’s cold eyes staring at her. It was unpleasant and she wanted to snap at him to stop it.

“The files are transfigured memories. They are the only two in existence which when put together - foretell how to bring back the un-dead.”

“What do you mean - the un-dead? Surely you don’t mean zombies?” Hermione almost smiled, she believed in most things – but zombies, come on.

“Not exactly – it brings things once dead, back to life – true life. The spell can make anything return from a pure death. This is why it’s imperative to get it, and quickly if possible. Franklin has been after the two memories for almost ten years. Imagine the list of people he could bring back with this one spell.” Marcus looked all three of them in the eyes before continuing, they each had a list of names in their heads – Voldemort at the top of all of them. “Draco managed to retrieve the first memory and hid it in plain sight – at the Manor. As soon as Franklin found out he’d concealed it – he set Malfoy up, hoping he would give up the file in exchange for his freedom. He underestimated Draco’s tenacity.”

“Why not just kill Malfoy? Franklin must have known the file would turn up eventually.” Camille’s question hung in the air.

“Franklin likes to toy with people, he likes to inflict the sort of pain which gets under your skin and itches until you want to rip yourself apart just to alleviate it. Setting Malfoy up to look like his traitorous father; was a game to Franklin. Making you, Hermione, a double agent when you’re so straight laced and by the book would have also brought him some form of sick delight. And Camille, making you helpless…” Marcus didn’t need to continue – they all knew. Camille had her step-father incarcerated for beating her mother.

Hermione had to swallow the hurt and rage which consumed her. Christ, she had trusted Franklin with her life – foolishly so it seemed. It was becoming apparent that she had no idea which way was up when it came to trust. It seemed like she put her faith in all the wrong people. Hearing what a masochist Franklin could be, made the whole scenario at the Manor make sense. He toyed with her and Draco for the fun of it. He wanted to see the hurt and pain she went through. If he was standing in-front of her now on fire – she wouldn’t even spit on him to put it out – she would walk away. Hermione tried desperately to ignore the unease in her chest which came from thinking of her behaviour towards Draco that night. He had every right to be furious at her.

“When you both turned up at the safe house instead of Franklin, Draco had to act on instinct alone. We hadn’t planned for it. Using a compulsion on Camille to keep her away from the action – seemed a good idea at the time. We had no idea Franklin was waiting for you in the train.” He looked over at Camille. “I can’t apologise enough for what you had to endure at the hands of Timothy.”

Camille’s eyes welled up and Hermione could see her shoulders stiffen. “All part of the job, boss.”

Hermione felt a lump in her chest at how brave Camille had been. She was a brilliant partner and friend. Marcus took in another large breath.

“Then Draco did the only other thing he could think of, he took you on the run to protect you. Although we didn’t anticipate on Franklin sending every man he had to find you. When you disappeared with the file – he went nuts, and brought forward his plan to frame you; once again underestimating your insane ability to do the right thing. You would also not give up the file just to clear your name – especially when you found out what the spell could do. He kept Camille as collateral, knowing you’d want to save her. Draco did a brilliant job at keeping you safe.”

Hermione almost snorted. Safe – not likely, she had been thrown in the pit with a snake. A Slytherin no less, who had no right to be so damn sexy. Her body and her mind would never be safe while he was around. Somehow she mused – this was not always a bad thing.

Marcus’s whole plan was starting to fall into place in her mind though; the secrets, the looks – the plan. She wasn’t happy about being left in the dark – yet The Firm was a spy organisation, so she was used to the secrets. Though, this was personal – she was directly involved. In the end as long as the reanimation spell remained out of Franklin’s hands, she was okay – sort of. Then a thought occurred to Hermione.

“Hey, how did you know we would be here tonight?”

Draco’s sardonic drawl answered her. “You’re very predictable, Granger. It was plainly obvious this would be your next stop – that is, if you wanted to clear your name.”

Hermione almost snarled at him. He let a slow smile spread at her anger. His insufferably good looks just infuriated her even more. “Predictable hey? Well predict this.”

She stormed over and slapped him – well almost. He managed to grab her wrist before she contacted. Fury at her stupidity blinded her for a second.

“See…predictable.” He smirked down at her. Unseen by Marcus and Camille, he lightly pulled her forward, so she fell against him and had no choice but to splay her other hand against his chest. He let his hand trail down her back, caressing ever so slightly against the tightness of her cat-like suit. He stopped an inch above her waist, then threw caution to the wind and slid it lower so he cupped her arse. Feelings and images of them in his niche at the Manor assaulted her, shit, she wanted him – talk about inappropriate. His raw sexuality called out to the wildness within her. She looked up into his smug face and held her breath. “At least I’m not as predictable as you – you’re all but begging for a kiss….maybe later.”

He squeezed her one last time, before spinning her away from him. Hermione’s face flamed red in embarrassment. Although she soon realised Marcus and Camille were talking together and hadn’t witnessed the exchange.

Hermione put some distance between them – she couldn’t do this. Her body wanted him to the point of distraction – her mind was a different matter. It would be so very easy to let it all go and ask no questions. But, that was not Hermione Granger’s way – never was, and never would be.

“You’re an arse, Malfoy.”

Instead of rising to the bait as she thought, he looked down at her butt instead.

“Yes, I like your arse – why ask me that now, of all times?” He said it just loud enough to get Marcus’s attention. Hermione flushed. Bastard.

Marcus took ten minutes to outline the plan. Hermione was impressed – it was perfect – all bar one thing. She was partnered up with Malfoy, and no amount of protesting and cajoling was getting Marcus to change the plan. She knew the plan was incredible the way it was – Malfoy and she had worked brilliantly in the past, but that was it. It was in the past. Trust was a horrible finicky word. Had she regained enough trust in Malfoy the person, as well as the operative? Maybe it was time she took a leap of faith.

After asking for the hundredth time if they understood the plan, Marcus finally gave the go ahead. Hermione and Draco stayed on the balcony as Camille and Marcus abseiled off of it, to a lower level. They were to provide a very loud distraction, full of explosions and disarray. In the meantime, Draco and Hermione would sneak around to the vault and get the Pensive.

The air suddenly grew thick; she realised she was alone with Malfoy for the first time since the Manor. She looked awkwardly at him; his gaze was intently watching the two operatives slide down the side of the building. Hermione took this time to watch him from the corner of her eye. He appeared tired – exhausted was more the word. She herself; didn’t know how she still stood on two feet, it was probably worse for him. Even though she had no idea why, Hermione thought she had best break the ice.

“What happened with Franklin, how did you escape?” Her voice was quiet in the darkness.

He looked at her once, then back down at the others; disdain clearly etched on his face. “What makes you think I was the one to run away? Conclusions Hermione – you always jump to them - the bloody coward Apparated away as soon as he started to lose the fight. Then I went straight to your boy-toy Marcus when I couldn’t find you.” Draco’s grey eyes flicked back to her face once more; his eyebrow rose. Her stupid stomach fluttered a little at his simple gesture.

“Marcus…my boy-toy – you’re joking right, as if I would be interested…he’s like a brother…no, I won’t rise to the bait this time - look, let’s just do this mission together now. Then that’s it – no more having to work together - ever. Find some other gullible operative to lie to.” She’d had enough, and snapping was all she could manage.

Suddenly he grabbed her bicep, curling his fingers painfully into her soft skin. He ignored her grunt of discomfort and spun her to face him. Unfortunately, she had to look up into his eyes – he was too tall at this close range. Draco’s damn shower gel infiltrated her senses again; he’d had time to shower – brilliant. Her head felt a little fuzzy with sensory overload, yet she could make out his anger, it was burning through him.

“Granger, I won’t tell you again – and I hate that you of all people, make me repeat myself; I had no choice but to do what I did – I was under a bloody vow. Either accept it - or not. We can’t keep doing this.” His clipped tone made her swallow tightly.

“And if I don’t accept it?” It was barely a whisper.

Next thing she knew, Draco had devoured her lips in a searing kiss, which left nothing to the imagination - his intention was clear. His tongue barged into her mouth like a conquering army, taking everything he needed and leaving her bereft and breathless. She couldn’t help it; she responded in kind. Fisting his hair she pushed herself onto his lips greedily. His small groan was the only indication he had let go of some control. It was the basest of emotions they were experiencing. No thoughts – just feeling.

His fingers still tightened on her upper-arms, until she cried out in pain – yet he didn’t let go. Hermione welcomed the physical pain. She was almost ready to lose herself in sensation, when Draco pushed her away from him.

“You will. Because you want me – you want what I can give you. Deep down you know it to be true, you love drama, Granger – and I provide plenty of it. Normal, boring and staid is not what you crave. You’ll see, I’m always right.” He walked away from her and picked up his small knapsack, rummaging around until he pulled out a lock-pick.

Hermione stood motionless. In that moment – she hated him, hated him with a passion; because he was right. He was always bloody right. Licking her lips only made them tingle further, she glared to herself. She did want him – why, because he was the only person in the world to keep her on her toes, to make her feel on fire. Emotions had never been easy for Hermione, yet Draco brought them all to the fore. She felt a thousand different things around him, excitement, bitterness, uncertainty and pure unadulterated lust to name a few.

Taking in a huge breath she tried to decipher exactly what it was she felt. Suddenly Draco whistled at her low and quiet. She looked up out of her daze and saw a guard doing the rounds inside the building. Now was not the time to think on whether she could work anything out with Draco. Maybe never would be the time, but right now they had a job to do. Hermione sprinted to the wall, and pushed herself flat against it.

Draco grabbed his bag, and hid on the other side of the window to her; backed up against a balustrade. He looked over at her and smirked. The Bastard knew his words had an effect on her. He had won. She flipped him the bird and he laughed, low and sexy. She couldn’t help her returning smile.

The guard had obviously been doing this for years, and never come across a problem. He was sloppy and didn’t check the balcony at all. He only did a sweep with the glow of his wand. Moron. No wonder Franklin had been able to get away with being a spy for so long – security in The Firm was atrocious.

Hermione and Draco waited. Next minute a huge crash and explosion sounded seven floors below them. Hermione smiled, Marcus and Camille were in. The guard ran down the hall, and within a second, Draco was at the door – lock-pick in hand. It took less than three seconds before they made it inside. The sensor would have picked up that a door had opened on the twenty fifth floor; but because of the ruckus below it would go unnoticed – hopefully.

“Which way?” Draco pitched his voice loudly to speak over the alarms.

“Oh, you don’t know everything then?” Hermione raised her own eyebrow.

Draco frowned at her and sighed. “Not the time to be a smart-arse. I haven’t been here for six years, Granger. Now where do we go?”

Hermione flashed him a grin and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the corridore. Yelling over her shoulder to him, she outlined where the office was.

The alarms continued to scream out, and Hermione was glad – it meant they didn’t have to be careful about noise for a while. Their heavy footsteps pounded down the hall, until the doorway for the stairs made her stop short. They had to go up six levels. Neither said why they refused to take the elevator – it was obvious.

Bursting through the door they took three steps up at a time. By the time they reached the thirty first level, a fine sheen of sweat covered Hermione’s forehead. Still pulling Draco along, she took them straight to Franklin’s office. Here they stopped before going any further.

“We better be careful, I have no idea if he has wards on his office – or his safe for that matter. I hope Marcus told you what to do since we have no wands; and no magic at all.” Hermione looked up into Draco’s face and found him smirking down at her. She felt a small tug in her chest at how sinfully sexy the smirk looked on his face. She licked her lips involuntary and his eyes followed the movement.

“No teasing, Granger.” Then he winked at her. Her stomach clamped, shit, she adored a man who could pull a wink off without looking lecherous. “I have it under control, just get me to the safe.”

Gulping, Hermione pulled herself back into the present, ogling Draco could wait. She took one more look at him though, just in-case. She always seemed to get caught up in the spell which was Draco’s teasing. His anger although was another matter – it usually provoked her own, therefore ending in a yelling match. No-body was perfect.

Franklin’s door clicked open, and Hermione slipped inside. There was no tingling which forewarned of a spell; so she motioned for Draco to enter. He came in and pressed himself against her back. It unnerved her how much close contact with him made her heart race. Then it just annoyed her, because she couldn’t control it – and Hermione always liked to be in control.

“Never heard of personal space?” Hermione snapped.

Draco’s breath tickled the back of her ear as he bent low to speak to her. “It mask’s the two heat signature’s. If there is a ward in here for security, it will only show up as one person on their screen. Forgetful aren’t you?”

Hermione felt a little daft, she knew this – knew it well infact. It was a lesson they’d been taught years ago. Hell, she and Camille used the tactic all the time. Begrudgingly, Hermione clamped her hand in his, placing it on her thigh; so they could walk to the safe as one. She felt a rumble in her back and glared. He was bloody laughing at her.

“This means nothing, Malfoy. I still hate you, you know.”

“And I you, Granger. Move your arse along.” His hand squeezed her thigh and she felt a shard of desire run down the length of her leg then back up to her pussy. The safe was only three metres away – she could handle the heat for that long – surely.

Their body’s moved as one across the floor; even though their height was very different – they fit together perfectly. Then Hermione felt something on her lower back.

“Malfoy, are you getting hard?” His chuckle was all the response she needed. Her heart sped up and a warm pleasant flush ran through her body. She was getting slick with arousal, and once again at the most inopportune moment. Most people probably desired having sex on their boss’s desk – she was not one of them. Plus, they were on a tight schedule. “Stop it.” She whispered harshly instead.

“I can’t magically make it go away, Granger.” His grip tightened on her thigh, making her stop for a moment. “But, maybe you could make it disappear.”

“In your dreams, Malfoy.” Hermione smirked and undulated her hips for a second – eliciting a low moan from Draco. He felt good – too good, she had to stop before she lost her sane mind. So she stopped and pulled them forward again.

“Witch.” He murmured, but she heard the smile in his voice.

When they got to the safe, Hermione looked at it, and felt the hope within her dissipate. It was huge and the lock had many wards across it.

“Now what? The wards prevent any magic being used on the safe.” Hermione heard the despondency in her voice.

“I’m not going to be using magic. Let me in-front.”

They switched places, with Hermione now leaning on his back as he looked over the mechanics of the vault. She saw him smile. Next minute he pressed an ear against the door and began revolving the small wheel.

“What are you doing?” Hermione whispered into his ear, smiling when he stiffened at her closeness.

“Shhh, Granger – I’m breaking into it, Muggle style.”

Hermione looked at his profile, impressed. Malfoy was full of surprises, not all good ones though she had to admit. Leaning against him she watched closely as he began working the numbered spool.

“Two more to go…” His voice was full of concentration. Suddenly the office door flew open and two guards burst in. Draco pushed her off of him. “Cover me, I almost have it.”

She loved how he didn’t ask her if she was strong enough to take them on – he knew. Hermione went straight into operative mode and pulled out a small baton from her thigh holster. Bless sports stores and their array of unintentional weapons. She ran for the first guard.

Hermione had to be smart about this, they were from The Firm and she didn’t want to hurt them too much. Just before she reached the first one, she dropped to her knees and slid across the linoleum floor, whacking him on the back of his legs with her baton. He instantly landed on his side, where she jumped onto his back and head-butted him hard. Pain exploded in her temple, but the guard was down for the count – for a moment anyway.

A kick to her back made her grunt out aloud in pain. The other guard had made his move. Hermione threw her arms up and blocked his second kick. Pain sliced through her forearm as one blow landed particularly hard. She had to find a better position, because being on the ground and having kicks hailed on her was not a great defensive tactic. Kicking out she managed to slam the heel of her foot down on his toes. It gave her the second she needed to regain her footing.

They circled each other for a moment, sizing up the next move. Would she go on the offense or just wait and hope an opening would arise for her to attack? Hermione didn’t have long to think on it as he punched out at her. She grabbed his hand in hers, mimicking Draco’s earlier move. Yet, her attacker was stronger and pulled his arm back in, with her still attached.

She slammed into his chest and he wrenched her arm behind her. Hermione cried out in pain; then she got angry. There was no way a security guard would get the best of her – she was a bloody top operative, not a first year student. Twisting the same way her arm was being held, she spun and lifted her elbow up at the same time. By the time she managed to finish her arc, her elbow connected with the guard’s cheek. She ended up standing next to him as he grunted and held his face.

Hoping she wasn’t hurting him too much, she lifted her leg up and kicked swiftly; hitting the back of his head. He fell like a bag of cement. Guilt crept up on her, crap – they still worked for her company. They were only doing their jobs – even if that meant attacking her. She leant down and felt for pulses on both men – they were strong and steady. Hermione shut her eyes for a second; thankful she didn’t have a death on her conscience.

“Fuck, Granger. I had no idea you could get your leg so high.” Malfoy was now staring at her, Pensive in hand. It was very small, much smaller than any others she’d seen. He raised an eyebrow at her. “I like it, very flexible…”

Hermione glared at him, how could he joke now? She then saw a wand in his hand. “Not another bootlegged wand, Malfoy? It won’t work in here, not without being signed in.”

He smirked at her, and looked at the wand, suddenly a noise from the doorway made Hermione spin around. Franklin strode in; stopping in shock when he saw her. Hermione stared back with just as much trepidation. Franklin recovered first, his wand drawn.

“Ah, Miss Granger. You escaped me, only to be caught again - in my office no less.” His eyes flicked behind her shoulder, she smiled. Seeing Draco and her working together after what he’d done to them must have been a shock. “I see you managed to break into my safe, but what, my dear have you done with my Pensive?”

Hermione whirled around, the safe was wide open and Draco was no where to be seen. Where the hell had he gone? It was now time to put her faith in him, and for the first time that week – she knew he wouldn’t let her down.

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A/N: Thanks again guys for reading! Only two chapters left!! Thanks to Twilli and Lemonde8 for reviewing! And yes - Draco definitely needs a hug! :)
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