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The Usual Suspect	By : Naughty-Fix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is (c) J.K. Rowling and various publishers including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books in association with Warner Bros. Entertainment.

Chapter List
- 1-Part One
- 2-Part Two
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Summary: Hermione Granger is missing and the investigation into her current whereabouts has led to a bevy of suspects except, interestingly enough, the usual one - Draco Malfoy. EWE. Warning: Dark with some elements of humor thanks to the enchantingly nasty Rita Skeeter.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is (c) J.K. Rowling and various publishers including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books in association with Warner Bros. Entertainment. I do not make any money/profit for this fanfiction.

THE USUAL SUSPECT

Part One
With a final and seemingly desperate surge of the hips a slender, blond male buried himself deeply inside the panting female that lay beneath him. He shuddered and gave an inarticulate cry as thick, creamy jets of fluid were released into his companion's heated core, undeniably marking her as his own. After she was completely filled with his essence, his knees gave way and his entire weight settled upon the hapless female.
He reveled in the momentary sense of repletion, burrowing his pale and pointed face into his bedmate's riotous auburn mane while their torsos made full contact and limbs lazily intertwined. He then drowsily nuzzled his way to the crook of her neck, where he allowed blunt teeth to roughly latch onto tender flesh. A whimper of pain was received for his effort, but no words of protest were forthcoming. The young woman had long since lost the will to object.

x x x
There was no denying that Astoria Malfoy (née Greengrass) was lovely. From the top of her perfectly coiffed head to the point of her expensive, designer pumps, she was the epitome of pureblood aristocracy in appearance and mien. The morning robe she had donned was comprised of a stylish blue skirt and matching bodice that were well-suited to both her complexion and frame. Cosmetics had been sparingly, albeit tastefully, applied and the alluring scent of some rare and exotic flora wafted about her flawlessly poised form. She was the type of wife any man would be proud to put on display.
Draco Malfoy took all of this in with a single, calculating glance. He proceeded to greet and place a perfunctory kiss against Astoria's smooth cheek ere offering an arm to escort her to the breakfast room. Once they had arrived at their destination, he pulled out a chair and assisted the newest lady of the manor into her seat. He then maneuvered to seat himself at the opposite end of the table.
The usual pleasantries were exchanged, including discussion about his parent's imminent return from vacationing in Marseille, a scheduled luncheon with his sister-in-law, Daphne Greengrass, and Pansy Parkinson's approaching nuptials. Amid their idle chatter, a pair of house-elves served the morning meal and the post was delivered. Small talk was briefly suspended as they skimmed through their individual mail. A particular item soon drew Astoria's notice, prompting her to break the envelope's seal, withdraw a letter and quickly read its content.
Draco issued an inquisitive look at the behavior. "Something of interest, m'dear?"
"Tracey Davis wrote," she answered. "You know how she's always privy to the current gossip. Evidently, Theodore Nott's re-petitioned Wizengamot to have his father pardoned; Millicent Bulstrode's recent weight gain isn't from eating too many treacle tarts, if you catch my meaning; and, there's supposed to be some breaking news about Hermione Granger, as if that really matters, in today's paper."
As Draco put aside his own post and reached for the Daily Prophet, Astoria continued their discourse with these latest topics. "I understand Theo's desire to see his father free, but surely he realizes that claiming the Dark Lord had him under the imperius curse is not going to work a second time. Mr. Nott may have gotten away with such a claim following the first war, but Wizengamot is being especially hard-nosed this go-around. Don't you agree?"
He gave an absent nod of the head while unfurling the newspaper.
"And Milly's mother must be having kittens," Astoria rambled on. "Pregnant and out of wedlock with no groom in sight. Tsk. I should cancel any standing social engagements that involve her, because I wouldn't want it to look as though I condone such immoral conduct."
"Indeed," Draco agreed with distraction as he intently stared at the smiling countenance of Hermione Granger that was plastered on the front page of the daily news.

x x x

War Heroine: Dead or Fled?

By Rita Skeeter
The wizarding world has been waiting with bated breath to learn the whereabouts of renowned war heroine, Hermione Granger (24). Six months prior, the intrepid Miss Granger went missing following an altercation with her fiancée, the respectable Ronald Weasley (23). Unless you have been living under a rock in recent years, dear reader, you should recognize these two individuals as being none other than the best friends of Harry Potter, the onetime Boy Who Lived that is now commonly referred to as the Chosen One (Harry Potter: Fortune Favors the Lightning Bolt, an unauthorized biography written by yours truly, can now be purchased at Flourish & Blotts).
Spectators of the altercation contend that Miss Granger gave Mr. Weasley a verbal setdown, throwing around such insulting phrases as "you live in a constant state of stupefication," "perhaps I should reducio your over-sized head to fit your pea-sized brain" and my personal favorite, "you're slower than a troll and sometimes as foul-smelling as one too." Thereafter, she left him slack-jawed on the doorstep of The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley where she was not to be seen or heard from again. This embarrassing altercation led Mr. Weasley to be the first in a long line of suspects with regard to Miss Granger's mysterious disappearance.
Suspects have included Miss Granger's many famous love interests (purchase my upcoming and unauthorized biography, The Life and Lascivious Times of Hermione Granger, for all the sordid details), clandestine supporters of the Wizard Formerly Known as You Know Who and political rivals from within the Ministry of Magic itself, wherein she became a rising star while participating in the controversial reform of many archaic and discriminatory laws. Miss Granger is also infamous for her tenacious promotion of elfish welfare, even though a majority of house-elves oppose her so-called policies for betterment; what's more, she has become something of a bogeyman to these magical creatures which has resulted in another pool of suspects that is outside of our own species. Needless to say, the number of suspects that might want to cause Miss Granger harm is quite impressive for a witch so young.
Since no proof of life has been received in connection to Miss Granger, public sentiment is that our society's most notable (and notorious) muggleborn has most likely met an unfortunate end.
This journalist has repeatedly attempted to reach family and friends for comment; however, it seems that the Weasley family and Mr. Potter have closed ranks and are declining to take part in any and all interviews concerning Miss Granger. As for Miss Granger's parents, they are simply 'untraceable.' And with that word, dear reader, the plot thickens...
A reliable source has stepped forward to suggest that Miss Granger may, in fact, be responsible for her own vanishing act. Shocking, is it not? Apparently, during the Second Wizarding War, Miss Granger obliviated her muggle parents and secreted them away with untraceable identities that still remain unknown. One might postulate that, if Miss Granger could accomplish such a feat as a mere teen, then why not as a weary veteran of war that had a public falling out with her longtime beau?
To date, Miss Granger's disappearance has been the perfect crime. And, if we were to lay odds on anyone being able to commit the perfect crime, the inestimable Miss Granger would be as close to a sure bet as one could get. After all, she is often touted as being the brightest witch of her age, is she not?
So, where are you now, Miss Granger? Dead or fled? That's what me, myself and I want to know...

x x x
Draco's thin lips twisted with wry amusement at the article's end. Rita Skeeter was nothing if not deliciously nasty and it would not take long for her loyal readers to be of the consensus that Hermione Granger had voluntarily disappeared due to her fallout with Ronald Weasley amongst other things. From there, it would take even less time for the Ministry to be pressured into halting its expenditure of public funds to locate someone that probably did not want to be found anyway.
"Don't tell me that you're actually following the Granger debacle?" Astoria asked with a look of distaste.
"Not at all," Draco blandly replied. "Just enjoying Ms. Skeeter's biting wit. It's no secret that she and Granger hold a great deal of enmity for one another."
She lifted a finely sculpted brow. "Hmm. If memory serves, you just had an interview with Ms. Skeeter regarding some charitable contributions that were made toward post-war relief efforts."
This statement earned a dismissive shrug of the shoulders. "Yes, what of it?"
The Malfoys had avoided Azkaban as a result of their eleventh-hour defection at the Battle of Hogwarts. In spite of this, their social standing had taken a serious blow and, for a worrisome period, the only thing that had kept them afloat was their inherited wealth. Donations had been and continue to be made to a variety of organizations, such as orphanages, schools and hospices, with the media on constant call to attest that the Malfoys are now upstanding citizens. In truth, the family fortune had even bought him a wife because, if the Greengrasses had not suffered a few financial mishaps subsequent to the war, it was highly improbable that Astoria's father would have accepted his suit.
"Draco," Astoria suddenly beseeched. "Please tell me you're not conspiring with Skeeter... that you're not involved in Granger's disappearance. I know you never cared for the chit, but surely you wouldn't go so far as to snatch her?" She paled as a new thought struck. "Or worse, kill her?"
Intentionally ignoring the first part of her questioning, he drolly responded to the latter. "Rest assured, m'dear, I have it on very good authority that I am no killer."

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