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Mirrored Desires	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione bit back a cry of pain – she thought medi-witches were supposed to be kind when dealing with injured people. She hid the scowl which came to her face as the young woman tended her left hand. Hermione also managed to hold a string of swear words inside of her mind as the nurse yanked on her hand again - for the fourth time in a minute. Was this witch brand new to the job? Hermione was not a good patient.

"Hold still, Miss Granger. There are a lot of bones in the hand and Skele-Gro can only do so much – I need to set some of them first. You don't want to have a hand that only works half the time; do you?" Her voice sounded pleasant enough and her poker-straight hair was very blonde. How old did they graduate these days - obviously around sixteen and extremely nimble. Hermione bit back another retort and realised she was being petulant and childish. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that when she arrived Draco was flirting with the ridiculously young and bubbly nurse. Okay – flirting was pushing it; he was talking about poison ivy treatments and lost all conversation with the blonde when Hermione walked in the room – something she chose to ignore. Wimp, she thought to herself when her gaze slid right over him, as if he wasn't standing four metres away. Awkward didn't even begin to cover what she was feeling inside. Jumbled in there was also a healthy dose of anger, fear of the unknown, a new friendship she wanted to pursue and one other ingredient which was messing with all of her logical thoughts – lust; enough to sink fourteen ships weighed down with a thousand iron giants – each.

Sighing deeply, Hermione knew she was avoiding one Draco Malfoy. It was for the best at the moment – her thoughts still wouldn't coalesce into sane reasonable reasons for what happened in the….she couldn't even finish without beaming bright red. What kind of wanton witch was she? If Draco was angry – let him be; they had only been back in England for three hours – give her a little time to digest everything. Yes – like the fact all you want to do at the moment is lick whipped cream and strawberries from his chest because you're feeling a little hungry. She quickly grabbed an apple from the nurse's desk instead and mentally stuck her tongue out at her libido. The images still didn't leave her for another ten seconds. She shifted uncomfortably on her seat; she needed to focus on something else.

Hermione thought back to that morning when they woke up in the forest. Draco was poking the fire with a mean looking stick – his eyes red and tired. Hermione realised he'd not slept a wink and was immediately annoyed he hadn't woken her for a guard shift. They were still partners, and she should have pulled her weight to relieve him half way through the night. When she'd said something to that effect, Draco had snapped that she needed her sleep; her retort - he did too. Then he mumbled something about not wanting to disturb her dreams and woke Fabian up. It was the end to any conversation about the night before. They hadn't had time alone since then to even broach the subject -something Hermione was actually a little grateful for if she was honest. It was one thing to lose your inhibitions in the middle of a darkened forest and another to face it in the cold light of day – especially when she had no idea what Draco thought about the situation. As brave as she was – this scared her. Emotions, relationships – Draco…

Of course she knew what happened against the tree wasn't a dream. But some deep seeded voice was telling her maybe it was better to pretend it was a dream then they could go about their days. It was a voice she never listened to – if she had, Harry and Ron wouldn't have survived their second year.

Hermione felt like she'd bitten into the forbidden fruit. Truth be told, she very much wanted Draco, again and again. That was where the problem lay. She wanted him more than once – and she'd heard the rumours and seen the aftermath of his so-called liaisons over the years – he didn't do anything other than one night stands generally. Hermione didn't want to be another notch on a relatively huge bed-head. Although she didn't particularly think having a relationship with him was what she wanted either – how about friends with benefits…without the friends bit. She was lying to herself again – a habit she needed to break. Admit it, you want him. Yes – madly, but did it change anything?

They'd only hiked for another hour when Draco was able to send word on his cuff for an Apparate. When all three fell on the floor in COTs recovery room, they found Louis barking orders and Hermione and Fabian were carted to the infirmary immediately waiting on a diagnosis of their injuries. Malfoy hovered for a while, something indistinguishable on his face while Hermione played up the pain-killers side effects and began to 'sleep'. When she 'woke' Draco was the one sleeping next to her bed. She watched him for a few moments – his face unguarded and boyish. She bit her lip and shook her head slightly – he was even gorgeous without trying. Her heart thumped and she quickly closed her eyes when she saw him stirring. Movement in and out of her room and a strong wonderfully bitter smell took over her small space moments later. When she heard the footsteps retreat Hermione opened her eyes to find a small steaming coffee mug next to her bed, full to the brim. She groaned audibly and wondered if Draco could be more bloody perfect – apart from his conceited nature of course. Hermione got up to thank him, and that's when she'd walked in on the poison ivy conversation, immediately deciding the medi-witch tending her wounds was horrible and bad at her job. She also ignored Draco. Jealous – who? Hermione?

Forty minutes later, Hermione was back to normal, somewhat. She had a cast on her left hand; one which she could remove in three hours when her bones grew back together properly and her multiple bruises and cuts had all but healed. She still marvelled at how magic could do all these things, and was thankful they had destroyed the very lab which could have changed everything.

Feeling a little out of sorts, Hermione wasn't exactly sure what to do until Louis called them in for a debriefing. Something she would happily avoid if she could. Standing next to Draco while trying to ignore she wanted him with every fibre of her being was not going to be easy. So instead she headed towards the bed Fabian was now laid out on, grabbing her third cup of coffee as she went. She swore caffeine was more magic than…well, magic.

Fabian was sleeping peacefully, his face still gaunt and thin; but the superficial hurts and pains had been taken care of. She sat next to him picking up a gossip magazine, idly flicking through while watching the pictures move of famous witches and wizards at a premiere of a movie they'd made about Muggles. It was supposedly edgy and different; Hermione huffed when she read the male lead found acting with 'no magic' was the toughest challenge. She felt eyes on her and looked up. Fabian's sad blue gaze stared back.

"How do you feel?" She asked warily; not sure why she was asking, or if she even cared about his response.

"Like I was hit by the Midnight Bus and dragged for thirty blocks….why are you here?" He asked quietly.

Hermione shrugged, she honestly didn't know, it was better than going back to her small cramped desk where her co-workers would have hovered asking all types of questions she didn't want to answer. It was also better than waiting outside Louis' office, Draco was most likely there – she still didn't know what to say. As she was about to offer up a lame excuse, Fabian cut her off.

"Hermione, I can never repay you for what you did - the chance you took and for placing yourself in danger – especially for a wizard who didn't deserve it." He shut his eyes and winced slightly as he shifted in the bed, Hermione just watched him. "I selfishly wanted to save my sister and what I ended up doing was putting the entire world I love at risk – I don't even know how it happened…"

Sitting back in her chair, Hermione opened and shut her mouth a few times – not sure what to say. Malfoy had quickly filled her in on why Fabian acted the way he had. But, she was still angry at what he'd done, yet also knew he also didn't have much of a choice. Fabian was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and did the best he could. It wasn't how she would have reacted, but not many people would have died to keep the wizarding world safe. Hermione had no family, only friends – Fabian had a home – he had something worth fighting for. She couldn't blame him.

"Fabian, you made a mistake – we all do, it's what they call human nature – wizards and Muggles are not so unalike as people think." Fabian glanced at her, eyes full of unshed tears – Hermione placed a warm hand over his and squeezed lightly. "Now all you need to do is redeem yourself for the next fifty years and the slate's clean."

He smiled and let out a small wheeze of laughter, gripping her hand tight. "Thank you."

She nodded and sat quietly, watching him fall asleep again; offering the only comfort she could - silence. A small cough from the door broke her thoughts on what would now happen to Fabian, Draco stood there grey eyes narrowed and a scowl on his face. Hermione slipped her hand from Fabian's wondering why she felt guilt well up. She wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Louis will see us now." His tone was clipped and he turned, walking away before she could move. What was his problem? Hermione trailed after him, failing miserably to not notice how strikingly handsome he looked in a pair of black pants and a dark blue button down shirt he obviously kept in his office. Hermione dismally looked down at her own jeans and comfy t-shirt and knew she would always keep a cocktail gown here now – just in case.

Louis sat behind his large mahogany desk and looked up over his glasses as they approached him, papers scattered in front of him everywhere. Hermione and Draco stood before him, arms clasped behind their backs waiting for him to speak first.

"What happened and leave nothing out." Louis' tone was curt and to the point. Hermione chanced a look at Draco and felt heat flame on her face – everything? She saw Draco's mouth crook up a little as he held a smirk inside. Bastard.

It took three starts and two coughing fits before Hermione started to relay everything – leaving key points of their mission out. She didn't think Louis needed to hear about healing kisses, erotic dreams and sex against trees. Draco added in his account when necessary and Hermione almost choked when he mentioned having strange sleeping patterns since. They also told Louis about Manfred's lack of communication when dealing with the mirrors and their capability to rip them from their beds. Louis frowned and said he'd make sure Manfred knew how important the information he was given by COT was imparted correctly. Hermione breathed out slowly when Draco stayed silent about Manfred's side mission and the spell he'd cast on them.

"What you probably didn't know was Claude's involvement with WAM went deeper than we originally thought. He had in place many fail-safe plans if he should not succeed in the mission of 'cleansing' magic from the world. There is rumour of a son who would take control if anything happened to the original plan. Though by what you've told me about the file-room going up in flames – it seems all he could do is rebuild or take revenge. Which is were my next mission is leading."

Hermione was bone-weary tired and emotionally exhausted she didn't think she could take another mission. Louis looked at her and for the first time in her career he gave her a soft fatherly smile.

"Not a covert operation to another country – this one is for one night and happens just on the outskirts of London. I'm not sure if you were aware that before Fabian's capture he was a prominent scientist for the Ministries Medical Enhancement team."

Hermione raised an eyebrow – she'd had no idea. Although her main focus was running in and out of the country trying to stop the world from ending, so the latest scientific goings-on didn't make a blip on her radar.

"So in turn - Fabian's rescue has placed the Ministry in a small bind; we need to formally welcome him back after his ordeal. For this reason, a small ball has been organised in two night's time. No-one will know where he has been and what he was asked to do by WAM. We hope everyone will assume he was captured by extremists who needed a scientist for their own purposes - which will means due to 'stress', he'll officially retire and begin to work for COT as a bio-magic-weapons researcher."

Hermione said nothing, secretly glad that Fabian's fate had been decided and it didn't involve a memory charm. It had only taken a few quiet words and a lot of healing silence, but she found she quite liked the Doctor. It surprised her, she had forgiven him almost immediately, looking side-on at Draco she knew it was time to let go of many past grudges. She waited for Louis' next orders, knowing he was leading into something else.

"Your Ministry cover, Miss Granger – I will need you to bring her out for the night. You will be Fabian's date at this gathering – keep a very close eye on him."

She saw Draco stiffen slightly next to her and she repressed a small groan; she hated pretending to be one of the Ministry's Magic Ambassadors. It was all pomp and circumstance with big dresses and hair, although she managed to get the big hair right each time.

"You, Mr Malfoy will provide bodyguard duty under the guise of yourself, Hermione and Dr Munroe will accompany you to and from the gala. As I've said – just because Claude is gone –it doesn't mean they will sit idle, hopefully we won't hear from them again for years. But in the interim, be vigilant and keep our package safe. Mary will have all the details you need, including a watch which has a GPS tracker for Fabian. Good work, Malfoy and Granger, I think we have found a winning team with the two of you." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

They silently picked up the manila folders Mary, Louis' secretary, held out for them as they passed and headed down the hallway. Hermione was acutely aware of the anger in the air and she felt herself involuntary respond in kind. What the hell was with Malfoy being able to dictate her damn moods? They had just got praise from a man who didn't even smile in his daughter's wedding photos. She took a deep breath and knew now was the time to start healing a few of the old wounds, it was time to make a new beginning and she was hopeful Draco would accept her apologies.

"Draco, what happened in the forest…"

"Was a dream – nothing more nothing less. Let it go, Granger." His retort was full of unguarded fury.

Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him around letting anger guide her, his face remained dark like thunderclouds. As she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, he quickly pushed her backwards up against the wall. She let out a puff of surprise as her back hit the cement. Malfoy's grey eyes loomed above her, slightly hooded in contempt – or something else. Hermione sucked in a quick breath as he leant in towards her. His lips were only a whisper away from hers, she could feel his small breaths against her; it went straight to her groin.

Nothing in the world could make her shut her eyes; she needed to see him lose control – needed to know she wasn't the only one. Draco's gaze held hers trapped. She wanted nothing more than to press her mouth against his, but this was his game – he was in control and she couldn't help but love being restrained against the wall before him. It reminded her of the forest. Hermione's heartbeat was in her ears, blood rushed through her as Draco's hand tightened on her hip. She let out a shaky breath of anticipation. His gaze softened for a second and her breath stopped in her throat. He was stunning.

Suddenly he pushed away from her, stalking back down the corridor. "I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night, don't be tardy – your date won't like it." He spat the last part over his shoulder.

Hermione slumped against the wall, confused as all hell, tinged with a healthy dose of lust. Why the hell did he sound jealous? This entire situation was getting more convoluted by the second. At what point in her addled brain did she think she would be able to turn this attraction to Malfoy off. Especially after opening the floodgates and experiencing first-hand how utterly mind-blowing he could be. Did she want to chance getting completely annihilated by pursuing him – even if it may end up being just one more night? She thought she might. Hermione Granger was in trouble – and it had grey eyes and started with a capital D.

Draco threw back the covers on his bed and stalked across the room, slamming the door open and heading towards his informal lounge room. The fire was still glowing as he opened a decanter and poured himself a scotch straight up. His thoughts would not rest, they kept swirling through his mind and sleep would never come if he couldn't straighten himself out. He looked wryly down at his tented pyjama pants.

The problem, large brown eyes and lips made for kissing. Damn Granger and her enticing body. He almost tossed his now empty glass in the fireplace, then realised they were part of a set from his parents wedding. He placed it back on the tray and picked up a cushion instead and punched it once, then a second time for good measure.

He sat back heavily on a large leather chair, dangling his leg over the arm and leant his head back, staring up at the dark ceiling. What the hell was wrong with him? How did one insufferable brat of a witch wind him up so much? No-one ever did. He'd been with the best of the best, gorgeous, rich, affluent and even a few chorus-girls over the years. But in walks a woman he had all but loathed for the best part of a decade and a few kisses and one shag in a forest and he'd started to lose his head. He knew that wasn't the sum of it though. Her bravery, her honesty and her resolve on always doing the right thing struck a cord deep inside of Draco. He'd been accused of heinous crimes in his youth – some true, most not, but Hermione made him want to be a better person. It was a pathetic almost clichéd reason to feel connected to another human being – but it was true.

How was he supposed to make her see him – the real him? Draco remembered the spike of jealousy he felt when he saw Granger beside Fabian's bed – comforting him, a man she hated. It made him wonder how Fabian could win Hermione over in such a short space, when she still practically glared every time she looked at him. The answer hit him between the eyes a second later.

"Bollocks…" He was pissed off, pissed off because Hermione wouldn't even allow herself to entertain the thought of them being anything more than enemies. He had really done his dash at Hogwarts with gaining her trust on a personal level. He was no fool – he knew as operatives they worked perfectly in sync, but as friends – lovers even - it was unbalanced. Therefore Draco had to somehow make Granger see that being with him wouldn't be terrible. That thought stopped him in his tracks – did he really want more than a fling? Yes, maybe – he wasn't sure. All he knew was there was something special about the brown eyed witch, from her snappy retorts to her sexy smirking smile. Draco let his head fall into his hands – it was official – he was a girl.

Settling back in his chair, Draco closed his eyes; this only brought Granger's image to him more easily. Suddenly he felt a weight on his lap and snapped his eyes open. Hermione sat straddling him in the skimpiest laciest underwear he'd ever seen. They stared at the other for the longest moment, both breathing heavily, not saying a word. A dream, the first one when he actually knew she was experiencing it too. He held his breath while not letting his gaze slip from hers.

Draco wanted to say something – anything, he wanted to tell her he wasn't a bad guy – that he was worth her attention. He didn't, it wasn't him – he may have these deep seeded thoughts but there was only one way to deal with emotions of this magnitude – he splayed his hands on her hips and smirked. Hermione grimaced slightly at his cockiness as he slowly thrust upwards, letting her feel his arousal. Hermione gasped as their eyes continued to lock, something building between them.

Not even a second later Hermione's mouth came crashing down on his, needy, hot and willing. He groaned in the back of his throat and slid her all the way down his thighs so her heat hit his hard cock. She moaned wantonly and slid herself over his hardness again and again. Draco couldn't believe how she could make him lose all sense of everything. He slid one hand up her spine until he found the elastic of her loose baby-doll top, then pushed her back flinging it up and off her in one movement. Draco took a moment, gazing at Hermione's bared breasts – perfect came to mind before he caught one taut pink nipple between his lips, licking and sucking, eliciting small yelps of pleasure from her.

Hermione's hands caught his head and she carded his hair while he dragged his mouth across her body to assault the other nipple. He found her small tugs erotic as hell; it meant she was losing control – because of him. He grinned and slid a finger into her panties feeling her wetness and accompanying moan. He couldn't wait much longer – Hermione was on his lap ready to get the life fucked out of her – and who was Draco to say no.

He shifted his hips, pulling his pants down with small movements while still biting and nipping at Hermione's breasts. His cock finally felt the cool air, and without preamble he grabbed the side of Hermione's underwear and tore straight through them. He heard her shocked gasp, then a growl came from her throat as she pushed his head away from her and slid right back down onto him, knees wedged in the sides of the chair.

Draco tilted his hips forward so his cock nudged against her and she smiled like a predator before grasping it at the base and guiding him to where he needed to be. This he would admit in the heat of the moment – he needed to be in Granger, he needed to make her his. He knew it wasn't real – he knew he was having an erotic dream – but he didn't care. At this point in time – Hermione wanted him as much as he wanted her. He thrust up just as Hermione pushed down – sheathing himself in her tight wetness. He couldn't help the groan which fled his body – she was so fucking tight, so hot and all his.

Hermione rode him hard and fast, a fact he could feel in his balls – they were getting tighter with each movement; he couldn't last if she kept up this pace. He heard her small pants of pleasure getting louder and harder as his cock slid in and out of her, He grabbed her hips and slammed her down with each thrust and before he knew what was happening he was coming as she yelled above him in her own release. This was another first – he'd never had a woman orgasm at the same time as him. Draco craved this feeling in real life – not just in a dream. He had to make Hermione see he was not the arrogant conceited arse of his youth. As he shut his eyes and throbbed deep inside of her pussy he felt a loss. Hermione was gone, leaving him with a large wet patch on his pyjama pants and a longing he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Hermione stood infront of the large ornate mirror which started all the trouble in the first place and turned to each side a few times, trying to see the dress from every angle. Draco would be there in half an hour and she wanted to look good. Why? Because Hermione Granger was finally admitting she needed Malfoy to want her as much as she wanted him. Her face flushed red as she thought back on the dream she'd had the night before, her face burned brighter as she knew Draco experienced it right with her. It was reckless, wrong and so totally worth it. Neither spoke the entire time, which made it even more erotic – words would have got in the way. But she couldn't hide behind silence any longer.

The gown she was currently eying was Grecian; lots of folds and soft fabric fell to the floor over her Versace high heels - take that Mr. Brand-name she thought. The dress was strapless and a deep grey – the colour of Draco's eyes when aroused. Stop it.

She lifted the dress up over her thigh and made sure her knife sheath was hidden and tight. It would have to do, if someone was specifically looking for a hidden knife, then they might see a lump – but most people wouldn't be, she hoped. She also had her wand tucked down the back of her dress in a specially made sheath. It was hidden from view and all she would have to do was reach over and slip it out if needed. She couldn't help lifting the dress a little higher to once again look upon the underwear she'd bought the previous afternoon. They were also grey – a silky wisp of fabric which barely covered everything. She dropped her dress a little angry, she would not be sleeping with Draco that evening – they were working. Although it never hurt to be prepared, her naughty side piped up.

Which in turn made her memory stop on the dream from the previous night; Draco below her – watching her like she was a goddess come to life. A thrill flew through her body at the fact she was the one to make him lose control. She also knew the whole situation was a car crash waiting to happen – but for the life of her she couldn't stop wanting it, regardless of the fallout. What she had to do was play nice with Draco, make him see she wasn't the snotty-nosed bookworm of her childhood. She had to make him see her, who she was now.

The doorbell rang and she started, not realising she'd been daydreaming for so long. She cast one last quick look at her appearance and left. Draco stood at her door and she couldn't help admire him in a traditional black tuxedo. It fit him like a second skin – Hermione found it hard not to be jealous of the fabric. He coughed lightly and she realised she was standing there gaping. Giving him a wry smile she locked her door.

"Evening," she murmured beside him as they walked to the limousine, feeling ridiculously formal; her face burning. All she could hear in her head was the words – be nice, make him want you – it was almost as distracting as Malfoy himself.

She thought she heard a small chuckle. "Evening, Granger - you look ravishing." He leant in closer and whispered, "Good enough to eat; you must have slept well." He said the last part near her ear and she tried and failed at not jumping. The erotic connotation of his words made her stomach flip. He chuckled again, the deep tones completely driving through her – the underwear she thought was so pretty would be soaked now.

Fabian was waiting in the car – she had never been so relieved to see somebody in her life. She had too many thoughts flying through her head. Draco was so different to the brooding angry wizard he'd been in the corridor at COT yesterday. What had changed his attitude – the dream? Fabian began to talk animatedly about his new role within COT and Hermione's eyes found Draco's and stayed locked onto them for the entire ride – neither blinking. Hermione half listened to Fabian and replied when needed whilst trying not to think about having sex in a limo. She needed her head read.

The ballroom was crowded with people, the rich, the powerful and the influential. Hermione always felt a little out of her depth at these things, Draco always looked at home. She found it easy to forget he grew up attending these parties, how he stood it, she didn't know. He greeted many people and introduced Fabian while Hermione hung back and watched the crowd. A waiter came up and offered her champagne – something she accepted gratefully. She looked at the waiter as he poured her a fresh glass and thought she recognised him. Hermione shook it off, she'd come to plenty of these gatherings – she probably noticed him from one of those. She watched as he filled another two flutes and gave them to Draco, as Fabian had his back turned talking to another guest. He walked away and she watched him go, frowning without realising.

Draco noticed and was by her side in a moment. "What is it?"

She shook her head and smiled up at him, remembering to appear pleasant when all she wanted to do was curl her hand in the hair at the base of his head and pull him in for a….enough, or she just might do it. She realised he'd actually been watching her face and saw her staring at the waiter cautiously; they really were in-tune when on a job. "Nothing, just thought I recognised the waiter, that's all."

Draco let out a small sardonic chuckle. "Maybe you had a dream about him once."

"Ha ha," she replied dryly before wandering off after Fabian, face red with embarrassment. Draco followed.

"I'm curious about something, Granger." He drawled. Hermione looked up at him again perplexed at his tone, he had a half smile in place and her stomach started to do somersaults. "Did you buy new underwear just to see me last night? It was very…provocative."

Hermione's hand twitched as she tried not to fling her champagne at him. What was he doing asking her a question like that in the middle of a crowd, anyone could overhear him. She was furious and not because he was right – she had got new underwear, lots of underwear actually.

To save herself the mortification of replying, the band started up and she grabbed Fabian's hand, dragging him out for a dance. She felt Draco's eyes boring a hole through her as they danced across the floor amongst a few dozen other couples. Then Fabian tilted his head at her, she raised an eyebrow waiting for him to speak. It was obvious something was on is mind.

"I don't understand why the two of you haven't started dating yet." Fabian spoke quickly and quietly like he was worried about her reaction.

Hermione stumbled over her words, shocked. "What?" was all she could get out through a too tight throat.

"The tension, you could probably only cut it with a battle-axe it's so thick. I see the way he looks at you, and the way you look back when you think no-one is noticing."

Hermione knew she looked aghast, and tried to conceal it through a patronizing look. "That's ludicrous, Fabian, how on earth did you come to that conclusion?"

"I had quite the time with you both over the last few days – adrenaline and danger lets out people's true emotions. I admit you are both doing a good job of hiding it now we are home, but to me it's quite obvious. Even your denial sounds a little strained. Plus, I'm not deaf – a forest is fairly quiet."

Hermione groaned and dropped her head slightly. "Kill me now," she whispered. Then she looked back at Fabian, who was waiting. "Look, Fabian, you can't say a word. It won't ever happen, no matter what I may or may not want – Draco and I are two completely different people from two very different worlds. It wouldn't work…plus he's not interested in me, just in sex."

Fabian said nothing and gave her a secret smile. "I'll bet you he's not – here, I'll prove it to you."

She didn't even get time to ask what he meant before Fabian was whisking her off towards one of the large doors which led outside – his hand low on her back, stroking in a seductive manner. Hermione went to say something about his 'fancy' hands, when he leant down towards her ear and whispered, "Incoming."

"Huh?" Then she felt a weight on her arm and Draco stood next to her, eyes tight and glaring at Fabian. His grip was firm on her forearm and Hermione frowned down at the possessive nature he was displaying.

"I'll take it from here, Dr Munroe."

"Of course," Fabian smiled at Hermione and gave her a wink. She felt like yelling out 'what, this proves nothing', but he was already walking towards the bar, leaving her alone with a surly Malfoy. Great – just great.

Draco spun her onto the dance floor then pulled her in close as the music changed to a slow song. "What are you playing at, Granger?"

She sneered up at him annoyed for some reason. "I have no idea what you mean."

He snorted and spun her quickly, then pulled her back against his hard chest. The sensation of being close, his cologne and the champagne made her dizzy for a moment. She looked around worried people might start to notice them; no-one even looked their way. She glanced at the bar and saw Fabian talking to another benefactor, the waiter she'd seen earlier was standing very close but just out of Fabian's line of sight, watching his every move. Strange, Hermione mused - maybe he had a crush, Fabian was a very good looking wizard after all.

"You come to me last night and all but jump me in my lounge room." She huffed, like she could help her dreams at the moment. He continued on as if she hadn't made a sound. "And tonight you flirt with Dr Munroe in front of my face. I don't like being ignored…and I don't play nice with others."

Hermione finally looked him in the eyes as he said this, holding his intense gaze. "I'm not your plaything, Draco. If I want to sleep with Fabian, then I will." She wouldn't and didn't want to at all, but she enjoyed the look on Draco's face too much to retract her statement. "And when I sleep with you again…"

She trailed off not noticing the slip of the tongue she made, and watched the waiter place his hand behind Fabian's back and all but drag him outside. Fabian looked around panicked. She heard Draco ask with a smile in his voice, "When you do?"

Hermione ignored him and immediately pulled free from his embrace and headed across the floor. The waiter took one last look around the room until his eyes rested on Hermione's then he grinned. Shit, she knew that face, of course she did. He was the dark-haired beak man who had first shot her with the electric pulse gun in the pool room; it was bloody mundane sounding Keith. What the hell was he doing in England? Finishing what Claude started obviously, something about it niggled at her memory – she let it go.

Draco followed her from the dance floor and sped up as she did. They flew out the doors and Hermione could just make out Keith's white jacket in the gloom of the garden.

"What's happening?" Draco asked over the noise coming from inside.

"WAM, one of their agents has Fabian." Hermione yelled as she kicked off her shoes; then tugged up her dress running flat out towards the edge of the garden. Draco was only a second behind her. How could they have let their guard down for a moment? Her heart beat wildly in her chest – if something happened to Fabian….she wouldn't let herself think it. Draco and her were bloody good together and they would re-capture him again. She was just pissed this happened in the first place – how did she not recognise Keith, her torturer? Bloody Louis had warned them and she was too distracted to do her job properly.

They flew through the trees and came out near the car-park. She heard grappling and a few moans of protest and saw Fabian being pushed into the boot of a dark car. Hermione grabbed her wand from her back sheath and sent a burst into the night – it missed as the car swung out of the lot. Hermione looked around frantically at all the cars parked, most were limos or classic cars which would be lucky to reach walking speed. Then she saw the perfect vehicle.

She ran straight for the black Ford Coupe, it was from the late 70s and was the epitome of old school muscle cars. Hermione ran to the driver's door and fell to her knees grasping at the key she knew was secured with wire on one of the struts. It was only when she finally unlocked the doors jumping in and gunned the engine did she turn to Draco who was looking at her like she was mad.

"This is fucking Louis' car. He's going to murder us for stealing it."

Hermione grinned at him. "Live a little, Malfoy. Get in."

Draco had barely shut the door before Hermione chucked it into drive and barrelled out the car park in a haze of dust and squealing tyres. There was only one main road from the manor and Hermione spotted the car taillights almost immediately and accelerated.

Draco held onto the strap above his head as she swerved to pull up behind them. "You can't bloody ram them you crazy witch, Fabian's in the trunk."

"I know that," Hermione sing-songed sweetly. "Just let me drive."

She heard Draco mumble something as she sped up, the rumble of the engine drowning out all other noise. Hermione thought she almost had a kink for old cars with engines too big for their own good. She wondered how large the backseat was and if Louis would kill them if her and Draco soiled it doing unspeakable acts on the other later on. Grinning she looked side on at Draco, he was watching her intently. She flushed.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked huskily.

Maybe it was the danger of the chase and the excitement of stealing their bosses' car, because she replied just as throatily, "you and me on the backseat."

He closed his eyes and swore. "Now, you tell me this now, right when I can do nothing about it – you sadistic witch."

A thrill ran through her entire body – Merlin did she want this wizard, and damned if she wasn't going to make it happen. A squeal pierced over the grumble of the v8 engine as the car in front of them wrenched on the wheel and skidded around a small turn.

"Hold on." Hermione yelled as she pulled it back a gear and yanked on the handbrake, making the car's back end swerve out as she followed Fabian's vehicle. The steering wheel shook under her hands as the large beast tried to keep on the road as it swerved sideways. Suddenly they were facing the right way and Hermione let go of the brake and slammed on the accelerator again, the Ford fishtailed for a few metres before picking up speed and finally came straight.

"Holy hell, Granger. Where did you learn to drive like that?" Draco's voice held a small amount of awe and it made Hermione smirk. She could still surprise the git.

"My father raced go-karts when I was growing up, I picked up a few skills. I was the under 12 champion three years running – until my Hogwarts letter came. Must admit – I hadn't done that in such a large car before – glad it worked."

She heard Draco splutter for a second. "Glad it worked? You're mad."

"You have no idea." Hermione whispered, knowing Draco meant the car-chase, she was thinking of something else. She stopped speaking as the gap between the two cars closed.

The headlights only gave a small view of what was ahead, Hermione didn't like it. There were countless paddocks, streams and trees out here and she didn't like the idea of wrapping the car around any form of inanimate object. She had to get them to stop – or slow down in the least.

"Wand!" she yelled to Draco, and pointed at the car they were pursuing.

Draco immediately took his wand from his jacket pocket and wound the window down. Cold icy air burst through the interior making Hermione shiver, the howling of the wind making it almost impossible to talk. But Draco knew exactly what she wanted. He pulled himself half out the car so he was barely sitting on the window sill, Hermione watched as the tuxedo tightened in all the right places and she lost control for a moment - the car swerved minutely. She saw Draco hold on and heard him swear – she yelled out 'sorry, pot-hole' then kept her eyes on the road. Red light flew from Draco's wand as he tried exploding out the tyres of the other car. Hermione squinted at the brightness and almost missed a small bend in the road. Draco flailed and held himself against the window tighter.

Another three blasts and Hermione heard a large bang as the other car started to jerk over the road, she hoped like hell Fabian was holding onto something in the boot. It swerved into a paddock and missed a giant fence post by inches. Hermione jack-knifed into the same gap and followed over the bumpy terrain. Draco slid back in from the window, dropping his wand on the ground from the rough driving. Hermione went to tell him to put his seatbelt on when suddenly Fabian's car flew over a small hill and soared through the air. The car slanted in the air at 45degrees and when it hit the ground the still spinning wheels made the entire vehicle twist onto its roof creating a large divot in the ground as it continued to slide. The idiot driver hadn't taken his foot off the accelerator. Hermione had a split second to wrench her wheel – else end up on top of the other car.

Their front tyre hit a large hole and Draco was thrown against the roof hard while swearing and just managed to hold onto the strap. Hermione could do nothing but try and control the car. Another small mound appeared from nowhere and even though she had slammed the brakes on it still had enough grunt and speed to twist them on the side and all that filled Hermione's vision was a large tree – headed straight for Draco's door.

Instincts took over – she yanked the wheel and the cars chassis groaned in protest as it started to swerve again. She threw her arm across Draco's chest just as Louis's car slammed into the tree - right on Hermione's side. She heard the twisting screech of metal on her door distorting and felt a sharp pain in her leg. The car came to an abrupt halt, the engine still purring like a kitten. Hermione thanked whatever goddess was watching over them that they hadn't completely totalled Louis' car. It was just the one side dented in – the beauty of a big muscle car – they didn't crumple like the new ones. She turned the ignition off and took a shaky breath.

Everything was quiet for a moment, eerily quiet. The other engine roared into life for a moment before dying completely. Flexing her leg she felt movement everywhere – she was just pinned into place. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief; she'd managed to deflect the tree from hitting Draco's side of the car. Her father had taught her to think of the passenger first in an accident. She looked over and saw Draco's furious gaze looking back. Now what?

"What the fuck did you do?" Draco's eyes were all crazy, darting over her body erratically, finally resting on her face.

"I just saved your life – you're not wearing a seat-belt, you dolt." She was angry, this was not the time or place for him to get snooty about a woman saving his life – again.

"At the risk of yours? Not good enough – Granger." As he said this he leant over and grasped her arm tightly, his gaze intense and dare she say it – worried. "Never ever do it again."

She stared into his eyes for the longest moment frowning, it was her damn job to risk her life. Before she could say anything more she saw a shadow behind Draco's head.

"Draco!" She managed to scream, just before a large gun-shot went off. Draco slumped across the seat as Hermione looked on in horror. Keith stood about ten metres away in the faint glow of his cars headlights holding a smoking rifle, anger unlike anything in her entire life built up in her stomach – consuming her with its intensity.

Keith cocked the trigger once more and aimed – right at Hermione. Fury enveloped her.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger :) Hope you enjoyed the new chapter and I'll post the next one a little earlier! Only one more chapter left! Thanks to those awesome people who reviewed for me - loved it :)
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