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Hermione, Blaise (M), Cho, Draco, Goyle Jr., OC, OtherCanon
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
Draco/OC, Other Pairing
Romance, Action/Adventure, AU
Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers
Story Reviews
Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2013-07-22 12:35am
Last Chapter
2013-12-16 11:43am
Last Updated
2013-12-16 11:43am

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1 The Wrong Plan

“I know you: Isobel MacDougal, my year, Ravenclaw.”

The woman’s red lips curled into a cruel, sadistic smile at this. “We were in Herbology together.”

“From plants to violence. You’ve changed.”

“Tell me what it does, Malfoy,” she snapped, lifting the bat up and stroking it delicately. Her dark ringlets fell over her eyes, but Draco didn’t miss the sparkle of anger. “I may let you walk away.”

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2 Upper Hand

“Since I’m under no obligation, I’ll answer what questions I want to,” he drawled, watching her with vague amusement.

Hermione folded her arms. “Believe it or not, Malfoy, but these questions are going to help you. We—the Ministry—want to find out who did this to you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

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3 Memento Mori

But he was not a statue. He was not relieved of feeling. Underneath his skin, his muscle, and bone, his chest was aching. It was breaking in two, falling through the bed, the floor, the ground, right into the Earth’s core. Was he in Hell? He did not know. Was he still asleep? He didn’t have the answer to that either.

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4 Meeting Old Friends

“They poisoned me,” she gasped, clutching her stomach. “Before you came.”

“You’ll be okay.” He knelt beside her. “Before you pass out, Granger, tell me why you're here.”

She stared at him. He could see the pain hazing her vision. She asked, “Why are
you here?”

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5 No Rest for the Wicked

“You should have told me this a year ago!” Hermione cried, jumping from her seat. She began to pace nervously back and forth across the room. “Instead of playing the hero—really Malfoy!”

Draco threw the Object on the bed. “I am not without need, Granger.” He spoke very carefully, annunciating every word.

Hermione spun towards him, frowning. “What aren’t you telling me?”

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6 Untitled

His mouth tasted acidic as he spoke. “Right. Professional concern then? ‘He is not yours’ is just a professional statement.” He walked over to his desk chair, sinking into the leather with a loud sigh and closing his eyes. “I don’t want to argue with you. I’m tired. Go.”

“No.” Draco’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at Astoria, bemused. “I will not go.”

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