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Beauty and the Beast	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14407 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco retreated to the dungeons. Hermione had requested some alone time, and to be frank, he didn’t mind. They had been on the outs since the truth came out. She had a lot to contemplate and he understood that. It wasn’t just the two of them anymore – it was Nott.
The young man found himself across from his former ally, watching as his crumpled body rose and fell, weak and worse than ever. Draco unlocked the door to the cell and knelt down. In his hand he held a vial of dark blue liquid. It had taken around twenty-four hours to brew and there was only one way to know if it would work.
Draco uncorked the vial and poured the liquid into Nott’s mouth. He waited one minute, two minutes, three minutes, and four. No change. Nott was still as lifeless as ever.
His plan hadn’t worked. The potion was supposed to be instant, and instead Nott looked in worse shape than before. Resigned, Draco left the dungeons and headed back for his private study. He needed some time to think up a plan. Would he stay? Would he leave? He didn’t know.
“There you are.”
He turned to the door, where Hermione stood. She was wearing a white summer dress with her hair in a ponytail.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she started, carrying a thick book with both hands. “I found something interesting in the library. It’s supposed to be a truth potion – stronger than Veritaserum and impassable. Plus it only takes three days to brew.”
“You’re willing to stay here for three more days?” asked Draco.
Hermione shrugged, playing it off. “If it means getting the truth out of Nott. Yes, I am quite willing.”
He motioned her over and took a look at the book. The potion was indeed powerful, but the ingredients were most rare. He wasn’t even sure he had one of the four things needed. “How do you suggest we obtain these items?”
“I could go to the shops for a day and bring them back. I just need a proper disguise.”
“I don’t like it,” he dismissed. “It’s too dangerous.”
“What is so dangerous about a disguise?”
Draco flashed her a knowing look. “Not the disguise, Granger.” He pointed to all four ingredients. “You won’t find these in Diagon Alley with all the school children and their families.”
“I know. I have to go to Knockturn Alley. It’s not like I haven’t been.”
“What if you’re caught?” he furthered. “There are Voldemort sympathizers everywhere. Don’t think they wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to –”
“Keep me hostage?” she interjected, folding her arms. “Face it. I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he said honestly. “All I’m saying is you need to take the necessary precautions.”
“Of course. I can’t just turn up in Knockturn Alley and give a Death Eater my shopping list.”
Draco nodded. “Which is why you’ll pose as a Pureblood heiress from France.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Everyone knows everyone in the English Wizarding community. Plus, I believe you know French. This can work.”
Hermione frowned. “It’s not the French part. It’s being Pureblood.”
“I know it’s not your cup of tea, but the shopkeepers won’t give you the time of day unless they know you’re one of them.”
She knew he was right, but the idea of it still rubbed her the wrong way. Hermione sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it. What’s my name?”
“You’ll pose as Danielle Le Roux. She’s an old friend of mine from France, who went into hiding a few years ago. Most people presume her to be dead. Last I’d heard from her she was somewhere in Canada. I don’t believe she’s ever visited Knockturn Alley.”
“That means nobody will know it’s me.”
Draco smiled. “Exactly.”
“Le Roux…” thought Hermione. “Does she have red hair?”
“She does. We’ll have to give you some minor changes.”
“That’s fine. As long as it’s temporary.”
“Perhaps some new clothes.”
Hermione laughed. “Let’s not get too carried away with those.”
“Just a couple outfits. A girl needs options,” he winked.
“May I ask how you knew Miss Le Roux?”
A strange emotion tugged at Draco’s features. “It’s quite ironic, now that you ask.” He leaned back on his chair, in thought. “I met her through Nott.”
“Oh.” Hermione clearly hadn’t expected that. “Were they…a thing?”
Draco shrugged. “I never really knew with Nott.”
“He does seem the secretive type. It’s just hard to imagine him wooing some random girl.”
“Maybe that’s it,” thought Draco. “I mean, I always wondered…but it’s not really my place to ask something like that, you know?”
Hermione gathered what he was trying to say, realizing the truth. “I can’t believe it had never occurred to me.”
“It’s all speculation. We don’t know anything for sure – not yet.”
“That’s true. Not until we brew that potion.”
Draco handed her the book. “I’ll have clothes ready in your wardrobe by morning.”
“What about my hair and everything else?”
The young man reached into his cloak and pulled out a wand. “We’ll sort that out right now.”
Hermione arched an eyebrow. “I thought you don’t believe in wand magic.”
Draco laughed. “I don’t believe in handing my hostage a weapon of mass destruction.” He opened the topmost drawer to his desk. “But since you’re no longer a hostage – here.”
“My – My wand.” Hermione took hold of it, tossing it a bit to get a feel for her most prized possession. “You really trust me with this?”
“I haven’t a choice. I’ve trusted you with practically everything else.”
She smiled, knowing it was something of an olive branch. She had plans to stay longer, and he didn’t want her feeling like it was out of her own free will. It was a surprising gesture, and she was thankful. “About time.” Out of habit, the young woman spelled one of the nearby snake ornaments to her hand, catching it just in the nick of time.
“Something we learned when we were thirteen,” reflected Draco, smug. “Impressive, but no more beating around the bush.” He stool his full length and pointed his wand to her. “Strip.”
Hermione raised both eyes. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“Take your clothes off,” he winked. “There are changes to be made, not just to your face.”
The brunette was hesitant, knowing he’d already seen her naked but equally embarrassed. “I can’t just do this myself?”
“I’m the only one here who knows what Danielle looks like. Trust me, if there was another way to go about this – like Polyjuice Potion – we would do it that way, but I don’t have a strand of Danielle’s hair, nor do we have the time to wait for that Godforsaken potion to brew.”
He was completely right, and for a moment Hermione wondered whether she should ask for a photograph of Danielle to perform the magic herself, but one way or another her dress fell to the floor. She was in nothing but a set of white cotton knickers.
Draco’s wand quivered in his grip as he caught sight of her. “Good. Now we can…continue…with the…spell.”
Hermione couldn’t help but enjoy the way he turned back into a teenaged schoolboy looking at a girl’s body for the first time. “I’m the one half-naked here. Why are you nervous?”
The young man frowned. “I’m not nervous. I’m just…being respectful.”
“Is that the word you would use to describe the way you’re looking at my cleavage?”
His face screwed. “I’m not.”
Hermione stepped towards him, pushing the wand away. “You’re lying to me,” she started. “But I like it.”
Draco moved closer, breathing in her lavender scent. “You ready?
She brushed her lips against his jaw, exhaling. “I know you are.”
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