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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“How many days off do you need?”
Draco looked up from the piles of paperwork on his desk to frown at the Minister of Magic. “None.”
“Nonsense. I know you Malfoy. You need at least a day.”
“Not this time,” Draco said nonchalantly, picking up another batch of plea papers.
Kingsley closed the door and sat in the chair across from Draco’s desk. “Draco, tell me you didn’t go out searching for whores after your night.”
“Of course not,” he said, trying not to snort at the thought. “I was too bloody tired to walk across the street, let alone go searching for a fix.”
“Then you need the day off. Go on. Take it.”
Draco looked up then, letting Kingsley get a good look at his eyes. “I’m. Fine.”
Kingsley’s eyes grew wide. “How in Merlin’s name…”
Draco shrugged. “Fortunate circumstances. But I promise you, I’m fine. Besides, I’ve got to get these guys put away before it gets out… and ugly.”
“Miss Granger seemed to have personal experience with the Faction.”
Draco sighed and went back to filling out paperwork. “Their motto anyway. She’s in real danger now, Kingsley. Her master could come for her at any time.”
“Then why aren’t you with her? I told you I wanted her.”
“So you did. And I am with her.”
Draco pulled his necklace out of his collar and showed Kingsley the tiny lion charm he’d made this morning. Granger had a Dragon, his nickname. It was hardly original but it worked. Most people wouldn’t make the connection but Hermione did. All she had to do was breathe too hard and he’d be alerted and come running. He got the idea from those blasted coins she’d made in fifth year.
He had no doubt that her master would show. They’d caught a dozen of his cohorts, and there weren’t that many to begin with. They needed every man they could get. Unlike Death Eaters, the Faction always came back to break out one of their own and they always weaseled out of it by legal means. They had a damn good barrister, too. Only problem was, they couldn’t link the barrister to the activity. Besides, Dennis Creevey seemed more of a puppet than the vindictive bastard Hermione painted. He did feel bad for the chap though, losing his brother in the war.
“Fuck me,” Draco breathed, everything snapping into place.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry Kingsley. I think I’ve figured at least half of it out. Don your cloak. Let’s go.”
Draco considered putting his cloak on, too. But then again, it would have just confirmed her suspicions and he couldn’t afford that. He had a really bad feeling about this. He knew Dennis was lurking about today. He just hoped he hadn’t gotten to Hermione yet. He was only a hall away when he felt his chest heat up.
“Shit, something is wrong.”
He broke into a dead run, Kingsley hot on his heels. He skidded to a stop right outside her office. The door was shut and he felt his stomach clench. A simple detection spell let him know that she wasn’t alone. The burn from the charm was white hot now. She was freaking out. He had to get to her but he had to make it seem that he was there for a reason. He quickly conjured a folder and tried to open the door, finding it locked. Not taking any chances, he blasted the damned thing open.
“Don’t even try to pull that trick with me, Granger,” he growled, barging in the room. “There is no way you are going to get this passed.”
Hermione was backed against the wall, eyes wide. Her office was a mess, papers still fluttering in the air. But the thing he zeroed in on was the cloaked figure holding a wand on her. He’d apparently surprised him because he was frozen. But Draco wasn’t. He quickly disarmed her foe and threw him on the desk. He’d been right.
“Creevey,” Draco spat. “How dare you pull a wand on a Ministry employee.”
“What do you care, Malfoy?” Dennis spat. “This is a personal matter.”
“Settling a personal matter with a wand trained on an unarmed witch is not only cowardly, it’s sick.”
“You would know.”
It took everything Draco had to keep from backhanding the little maggot. To think he was sorry for the bloke. It was obvious that he was part of it now. He took a deep breath and winced. The dark magic coming off of Creevey was unbelievable. In fact…
“Hold him,” he ordered Kingsley who complied immediately.
“Granger, close the door.”
Hermione was still frozen against the wall. He wanted to drop everything and comfort her but she had to learn to fight through it. He knew the terror would be overwhelming but if she could push through it, she’d be a step closer.
“Granger,” he barked, making her squeak. “You will fight through this. Walk your cute little arse over to that door and close it or so help me, I’ll beat it so thoroughly you won’t be sitting down for a week. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes sir,” she whimpered, scuttling across the room and slamming the door shut before warding it tightly against intruders.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, making her blush and turn her face. He smirked and then looked down at Creevey who had a look of disgust on his face. “What? Isn’t that what your master wanted?”
Creevey’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “What?”
Draco sniffed. “You honestly think we weren’t on to you?”
“We? Who is we?”
Draco grinned, knowing he looked a little deranged when he did. “My king?”
“On their way.”
Draco chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m going to have fun watching them crack you.”
“I’m no-“
Draco watched dispassionately as Creevey choked on his own words. He nodded to himself, realizing that he had the same tongue tying spell on him. It had to be modified if he was their barrister. Come to think of it, the lad had to be just out of Hogwarts. And he was good, too good to be fresh. He wondered if Creevey wasn’t the owner of a shiny new bloodstone. He was certainly too animated to have been under long, but he was so inundated with Dark magic that it made Draco want to vomit.
“Granger,” he called, shocking the poor trembling girl into jumping forward.
“I want blinks, one yes, two no, understand?” She blinked once. “Good girl. You said you were the only one in your predicament.” One blink. “Could it be possible for others to be put in that situation without your knowledge?” One blink. “Has it been more than a month since you’ve been in the place where you never want to go again?” One blink.
Draco nodded and looked down at Creevey. “Legilimens!”
Draco was tossed head first into a memory. He could tell it was tainted with Dark Magic at once because the edges were curled like a burned photograph. So that meant this memory actually happened but was altered to protect an identity. Logically, Creevey needed to remember this in order to do his job but his handler didn’t think he’d be subjected to legilimency as a barrister. Another mistake that said the mastermind was overconfident.
“You’re mad,” Creevey breathed as he was tied down to a table. They were in a cave of some sort but everyone was wearing white cloaks with mesh over their faces, definitely the Faction.
“You miss Collin, admit it.”
Draco frowned. He couldn’t place the voice but this was undoubtedly Collin Creevey’s lover. You could hear it in the infliction. He said the word Collin so longingly, like he’d been calling out for him every spare moment. It was rather sad, but no excuse to go on a rampage. Potter lost his parents, his godfather, his friends, and more but he didn’t go off the deep end.
“I do,” Creevey whispered. “But killing people won’t bring him back.”
“I know that,” the leader cried. “But they deserve to be punished, not to roam free.”
“So lock them up in Azkaban.”
“They’ve already been pardoned! What do expect me to do? None of them are innocent. No one.”
“No one?” Creevey asked tentatively. “Some of them seemed to have turned their life around. I mean, take Draco Malfoy for instance. He’s put away more Death Eaters than Harry Potter. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t have a change of heart.”
“Malfoy,” the leader spat. Draco winced at the tone. “He’s no better than the lot of them. Do you have any idea what he did to my Collin?”
“Called him names,” Dennis said softly. “Turned him in to Umbridge.”
“Collin had permanent scars on the back of his hands from that crazy bitch.”
“Malfoy was a bully,” Dennis admitted. “But people change.”
“Too late,” the leader snarled. “He had his chance. He was on the wrong side in the war.”
“Was he?” Dennis asked meekly. “I heard he tried to save Harry in the Room of Requirement.”
“He tried to save his own skin,” the leader said softly. “But his time is coming. Thing is, we’ve gotten a bit too noticeable. We need someone clean that can get our followers out of hot water when needed. I’ve seen how good you are in a debate. Join us.”
Draco catalogued every word as Dennis argued back and forth, almost besting the leader until he was knocked out. He searched through more scattered memories and had to admire the thoroughness of the caster. Even in Creevey’s earliest memories, there was no connection to the monster Hermione described and anyone he’d come in contact with. There were holes, ones he knew Creevey could get to but he couldn’t. The tracks had been covered, just not enough. He pushed further, reaching the part he knew the curse would reside in and saw it clearly. Damn. He backed out completely and knocked the boy out.
“Son of a fucking bitch.”
“I take it we have another victim,” Kingsley drawled just as there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah,” Draco sighed and motioned for Hermione to open the door.
“Well?” Severus drawled once the door was secured again.
Draco’s jaw tightened. “I’m not fucking him.”
Potter burst into laughter but managed to get control of himself after a few minutes. “That answers that question. But what is our next step?”
Draco weighted his options carefully. There were two that were feasible. “One, we lock his arse up. I found more than enough evidence in his mind that he is part of the Faction. I can lock him up on that, keep him in Azkaban until we can bring the rest down.”
“Is he innocent?” Harry asked.
Draco sighed. “Fairly. He thinks the leader is mad. I have to concur. But the bloodstone is controlling him only to the point of keeping his mouth shut and defending the others. He doesn’t have to report in, but he does. It helps him build a better defense.”
“Couldn’t it be said that the curse is driving him to be the best?” Severus asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes, but there is no way to prove there is a curse. And if he’s out of the way, Granger is out of danger for now. At least until they send another person to check up on her. I expect it would take a few days, laying low and all.”
“No it wouldn’t,” Hermione whimpered. “If he doesn’t report back this afternoon…”
“Yes,” Draco said softly.
She rubbed her throat, searching for another way to say it. “Charles Dickens.”
“What?” Kingsley asked.
“Muggle author,” Draco said softly. “But this isn’t Oliver Twist, Granger.”
“No,” she growled. “A Christmas Carol.”
“What does that have to do with anything,” Harry asked.
Draco sighed. “She’s trying to say something without saying it. So we’re going to discuss Dickens. A Christmas Carol, wasn’t that the bloke that was visited by the ghosts.”
“Yes!” Hermione squealed.
Draco couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She was just too bloody cute. He mentally slapped himself and tried to remember everything about the blasted Christmas story. It had been one of the first muggle novels he’d laid his hands on at the insistence of Dumbledore. The old vampire wanted him to be well versed in both worlds and he had to admit, it helped, especially during long raids in muggle neighborhoods.
“Let’s see,” Draco said, thinking aloud. “Stingy old git gets a visit from his old dead partner, forced to wear chains for all his swindling. The old ghost tells the git he’ll be visited by three ghosts on three nights. Is the number three significant?”
Hermione shrugged. “Not particularly, but the fact that it is more than one…”
Draco sighed, realizing the tongue tie was working overtime. “Okay then, so the old goat gets a visit from the past where he learns he was a right bastard to his girl. He goes to the present where he learns he’s a right bastard to everyone else. Then he goes to the future where he learns that he dies a right bastard and people are happy he’s dead. Scared out of his mind, he decides to change. Did I miss something?”
Hermione nodded. “He asks a boy what day it is.”
“Ah, right,” Draco said. “He’s happy the ghosts manage to change his mind in one night. Wait… one night. Is that what you’re hinting at?”
She nodded fiercely, though he could tell the words were stuck in her throat.
“So you’re saying they won’t care if one gets caught, they’ll just keep coming.” She nodded miserably and turned away. “Right then. So we go with the second plan. We obliviate the fool, lead him to believe Granger is still under the curse, and send him back to see if we can lure the others out with him.”
“Problem,” Harry called. “How can you use him as bait if you obliviate him?”
“Oh Lucky,” Draco said. “You can be so simple sometimes.”
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“What did you do to him?” Hermione asked softly after everything had been sorted out.
Draco warded her office door with a flick of his wand. “Sent him on his way. You were very convincing.”
“No, I mean… what spell did you put him under?”
Draco’s face went hard. “Something you don’t need to know about. Now… how do you think you handled your initial confrontation with little Creevey?”
She looked down at the floor. “N-not well.”
“Not well. Hmmm. I’d say it was a little worse than not well. You downright panicked.”
“What was I supposed to do? He… he has this effect-“
“Stop!” Draco barked, making her clamp her mouth shut. “No more excuses, Granger. Yes, you are cursed. Yes, I realize that it is hard to resist freaking out now that it doesn’t have such a tight hold on you. But Granger, I didn’t start freeing you so you could bollocks it all up when he sends his messenger boy asking after you. Where is the girl that slapped me in third year? Where is the girl that defied a tyrant and started an illegal club in fifth year? Where is the girl that never panicked when facing a people twice her age and skill set?”
“She’s gone,” she whispered. “She was a fool… and she’s gone.”
“No,” he said softly, stalking across the room. “That girl was not a fool. She lay in my floor, took more pain than one person deserved, and still lied her arse off to save her friends and keep their secrets. That girl was brave, loyal, and perfect.” He came to a stop and towered over her, leaning in so close she bent backwards. “I want that girl.”
“People change,” she whispered.
“Not that much,” he growled.
In a move that was so fast she didn’t have time to move, he unbuckled his belt and whipped it off, folding it in one hand. He jerked her arm with the other, throwing her across the desk. She cried out in shock and fear when he mashed her cheek to the desk and bent over her, putting his mouth right to her ear.
“Believe it or not, I’ve been very easy on you. But I can see that isn’t working. So you are going to take this punishment and you are going to remember what happens to little girls who forget who they are.”
He didn’t waste any time drawing back for the first swing. She yelped in pain and scrambled to try and bring her hands behind her.
“No,” Draco growled. “You will take this.”
He conjured a soft hemp rope and leaned over to tie her wrists together over her head, throwing the slack at the wall and casting a sticking charm on it. Then he said a spell to divest her of her skirt, directing it to rest over the back of her desk chair. He smirked at the cute pink knickers she had on, tiny little things that let the bottom of her cheeks hang out. But they had to go so he sent them over as well. He studied her bare arse, a dull strip across it. This was going to hurt but it seemed she needed this reminder. This would be a mental as well as physical punishment.
“Now, I want you to listen very closely, Granger. I’m going to tell you something in between swats and I want you to repeat it after the swat. Understood.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes what?” He asked, his tone deadly.
“Sir! Sir, yes sir!”
“Good girl,” he purred, rubbing the stripe on her backside. “You are not weak.” THWACK!
Her back arched up as far as the tie would let it. “AAAAHHHH.”
“Tsk, tsk, that’s not what I said. Let’s try again, shall we? You are not weak.” THWACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH, no weak.”
“Not good enough,” he said darkly. “I want it word for word. You say ‘I am not weak’ clearly.” THWACK!
“I AM NOT WEAK!”
He nodded, though she couldn’t see it and rubbed the pretty pink stripes across her skin. “Good girl. I think that’s the one you really need to learn, Granger. Just because you are cursed doesn’t mean you are weak. Now, repeat it one more time. I am not weak.” THWACK!
“I’m not weak,” she cried, trying not to sob.
“No you aren’t,” Draco said softly, rubbing a hand up and down her back to soothe her. “You’ve never been weak, Granger. You might have gotten caught up in silly things, but you aren’t weak. Now, listen carefully. You are not worthless.” THWACK!
“I’m not worthless,” she whimpered, barely able to breathe through what he knew would be a good deal of pain.
“You are NOT worthless.” THWACK!
“I’m not worthless,” she wailed.
“You are a fighter.” THWACK!
A scream. “I’m a fighter.”
“You are smart.” THWACK!
Another scream. “I’m smart.”
“You are talented.” THWACK!
A choked sob. “I’m talented.”
“You are beautiful.” THWACK!
“I’m… I’mmmm… not.” She broke off in hard sobs.
He wasn’t about to let her get out of it. “Wrong.” He pulled back and gave her five sharp smacks, making sure to pepper her thighs as well. “You are beautiful. Say it.” THWACK!
“I’m b-b-bea… no.”
“You.” THWACK! “Are.” THWACK! “Beautiful.” THWACK! “Granger.” THWACK! “Say it.” THWACK!
“I’m beautiful,” she blubbered.
“Yes you are,” Draco said softly, throwing the belt down beside her. “And you are all of those other things as well. You need to remember that when the curse comes at you. And you’ll need to believe it when I finally break this thing from you.”
She cried long and hard, trying to come to terms with what Draco had said and done. He let her, keeping her in the same position but rubbing her lower back in soothing circles. He stayed well away from her bum, which was now fiery red and sporting some lovely welts. He would have loved to take pictures. They were record worthy. But he knew she wouldn’t appreciate his love of marking his subs so he refrained, waiting for her to calm down enough to show her that he meant what he said.
“When will you break it?” she asked hoarsely. Her voice had been stretched to the limit and he loved the husky quality.
“Soon,” he said. “It’s better you not know when, just in case. But it won’t be long now.”
She nodded, trying to position herself to get away from the puddles she’d left on the desk. He took mercy on her and dried them with his wand. Then he stood up and dropped his trousers and pants where she could see him. Her eyes grew wide as saucers.
“Wait… here?”
He smirked. “Granger, I just spanked you in here. You wailed so loud that I’m sure they heard you in Scotland.”
“Oh Gods,” she moaned, burying her face into her arm.
He chuckled at her distress. He’d been smart enough to put a silencing charm on the room when he locked it. Merlin knew he’d have the entire auror squad in here if he hadn’t. But he was enjoying the emotional toll it was taking on her. And he enjoyed what it did to the curse. He couldn’t let her dwell too long though, so he brushed his fingers over her arse, delighting in the tortured whimper she gave. He caressed her gently, mindful of how tender she’d be after her punishment. After a few minutes, she was writhing under his ministrations. He reached down and ran his fingers over her entrance, groaning when he felt how wet she was. She might have hated the spanking, but her body loved it.
“Damn, Granger. You have no idea how hot you look right now.”
She shuddered at the words and he knew it was time. He grabbed his already weeping cock and rubbed it up and down her dripping slit, teasing her with the head for a bit. She pushed back into him and he grinned like a shark. He’d made her lose her mind. He pushed in and groaned loudly.
“Shit, you feel amazing. Fuck.”
He’d never allowed himself to swear so much before, fearing that he’d scare his lover or reveal something he shouldn’t. But Granger felt so amazing he just couldn’t curb his tongue. A litany of words fell from his mouth, dirty talk strung in between long strings of curses. And Granger responded beautifully to it. She moaned and writhed and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, swiveling her hips to try and get him to push harder. A sharp thrust up and she went over, crying out hoarsely.
The desk started rocking as he allowed himself to get lost in her body. He thrust harder and faster, his senses trained on her to make sure he wasn’t being too rough. He wasn’t exactly a gentle lover most of the time and as inexperienced as she was, it would be easy to overdo it. But she seemed to thrive from the treatment. It surprised him. He figured that she’d want someone gentle after previous experiences. But she was beautiful in her abandonment, giving over to the pain and pleasure as she went over again, screaming silently because her voice had failed her.
He was reaching the end of his control but he wanted to push her to the brink. So he untied her and pulled out, grinning when she whispered protests and tried to pull him back. He spun her and pushed her back onto the desk, living her legs to rest her feet on his shoulders. He thrust back in, cursing again as his cock was drenched. He absentmindedly ripped her blouse open and growled in annoyance when he realized she was wearing a bra that clasped in the back. Too far gone to care, he wandlessly summoned his pocket knife and sliced the offending garment, unleashing her beautiful breasts. Their bouncing mesmerized him as he pushed hard, faster, whirling and tilting his hips to try and brand every inch of her insides.
His bollocks drew up as she clawed uselessly against the desk. He wasn’t going over without her though, so he reached down and tweaked her clit. Her insides clamped down on his cock like a vice and he couldn’t hold it any longer, coming harder than he thought he ever had. Her name burst through his lips like a prayer as he spilled himself inside her.
He was having problems catching his breath but he couldn’t waste such an opportunity. So, covered in sweat and still inside her, his cum slowly seeping out, he coaxed her to open her eyes and entered her mind. This time, her mind was like crystal, everything neatly lined up as he would expect it to be. She’d done some tidying up and he was very pleased. He sped to the curse and quickly snapped it from everything but her emotions. There was one struggling cord on her reactions that wasn’t letting go without a fight. He moved quickly, filling her mind with a barrage of images of their last coupling from his point of view. The reaction from the curse was predictable, freezing it from the sheer shock of the rush. He quickly moved the images of mundane tasks to shield it and keep it bored so it would stay put. Then he shoved Weasley over her emotions and backed out.
He was surprised that he wasn’t completely drained after that. But then again, he hadn’t done near the work he normally had in the past. And he might have used a bit of her own magic to fix the curse this time, if the dark circles under her eyes said anything. He hadn’t meant to but at least he wouldn’t have to crawl out of her office.
“Ow,” she groaned as he slid his cock out of her.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Can’t be helped. I might have been a bit rough.”
“No, my mind hurts.”
He sighed and cleaned them with a flick of his wand. “I had to do it. I was able to snap the reaction part of the curse from your mind. You should start seeing that old fire come back soon.”
She gave him a wan smile and watched as he righted his clothes. When he was done, she sat up… and hissed, jumping off the desk and mince stepping in a circle. “Shit, shit, shit!”
He chuckled. “Get used to it, Granger. I’m not going to heal you and I forbid you from doing it yourself.”
“Forbid!” she rasped. “Where do you get off forbidding me from doing what I want? I’m not your property, Malfoy!”
“There she is,” he purred. “But if she wants to stay, I suggest she does as she’s told.”
“No!”
“What?” he hissed, closing the gap between them with lightning speed. He wanted to kiss her when she drew in on herself but held her ground. This was the Granger he knew, had yearned for. He just hoped she’d stick around for a while.
“I can’t work like this!”
“So don’t. Go home and get some rest.”
She paled. “No. No please.”
He sighed and rubbed his brow. “I take it they’ll go there if they can’t get you here?”
She nodded miserably and absentmindedly began repairing her clothes sans wand. “There is no peace there.”
“Better curb that, Granger,” he warned, nodding to her hands. “That’s asking for attention.”
She gasped and crossed her arms over her newly repaired blouse, as if she could take the magic back. “I didn’t realize… I haven’t… not since the war.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said soothingly, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. “Who am I going to tell?”
“Your buddies in black,” she said bitterly.
He sighed sadly. “We all pay a price, Granger. Just keep in mind, you’ll have to pay yours too.”
Her lip quivered. “They want me.”
“It’s not all bad,” he said. “It might surprise you.”
“Yeah, because this gig is soooo fulfilling.”
He chuckled. “Good show. Now put on your skirt before I fuck you again.”
She colored and quickly skittered to the other side of the room, gingerly putting on the knickers. Tears prickled in her eyes as the cotton cloth grazed her skin. They spilled over when her skirt brushed against her bum. He thought it was beautiful. She was so strong, though she had lost faith in herself. He wanted to build her up again. That was the greatest accomplishment for him, breaking someone down so he could build them up stronger. He stopped that train of thought and unwarded the office.
“Just tap the necklace,” he reminded her before opening the door.
“Draco!”
He turned with a raised eyebrow. She colored and looked at the desk. Her hair was a mess, having come out of the tight bun. Now it was wringing wet, the bottom still in a tight curl. The top was beginning to frizz out and frame her face. She looked thoroughly shagged and he loved it.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He gave her his softest smile and nodded. “Anytime, pet. Anytime.” He turned back to walk out the door.
“Malfoy?!”
Draco’s face darkened. “What are you doing here Weasley? You’ve been put on suspension.”
Weasley drew himself up to full height. “I’m not banned from the Ministry. I thought I’d ask Hermione out to lunch.”
“She has plans,” he said flatly.
“With who?”
Draco bared his teeth in a sinister smile. “Her fiancé.”
Weasley’s eyes bugged out of his head. “WHAT?”
“It’s true,” Hermione called from behind him. “Draco and I are engaged.”
Weasley turned green. “Since when?”
“Just now,” Draco said, turning to draw her under one arm. “See you at lunch, pet.”
“See you then,” she whispered weakly.
Weasley’s jaw tightened before he spun and high tailed it through the halls. Perhaps he had learned something from his last fight. Draco sighed and kissed her temple. He could have let her go to lunch with the weasel. She would have been safe. But she still hadn’t developed any feelings for Weasley, though he’d warned her she needed to in order to control the curse. It seemed that she didn’t want to anymore, too many painful memories. He knew all about those but he couldn’t risk having them overwhelm her after a lunch date. They were too close.
“Sorry, pet,” he murmured under his breath. “You aren’t ready for that yet.”
“I know,” she said sadly. “Thank you again.”
“I’ll meet you back here at lunch. Do not leave this office unless you need the loo. I’ll only be a call away.”
She nodded and closed her door as soon as he stepped out of the threshold. He really hated their new plan, but to keep her master off her back, it was necessary. Creevey would go back and report that he and Hermione were engaged. She’d look like the good little curse victim and Draco would earn a bull’s eye on his forehead. A simple date with an overeager Weasley could ruin that, not to mention the implications of the emotions from that meeting. He’d worked too hard for that.

AN: I do love a good whipping. :D They've got a bead on her master now. He he. Any guesses? As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. It's nice to know I'm on the right track. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
**Fooling Fate fans, my muse is being a bitch. My chapter is only half done. I'll try to get it out as soon as I can. Pinky Promise!
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