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“I just…I need some time,” she said. “I feel stuck, Harry. My life is going nowhere. I…I just need a change of scenery and I’ve realised that the scenery doesn’t include Ron.”
It had to be, she knew it did. Very quietly, she said, “Malfoy?”
“What’s that? Draco Malfoy, Male Escort?” Hermione teased. “Or Draco Malfoy, Erotic Masseuse?”
“Oh,” Draco coughed and bobbed his head down self-consciously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just…watching you, the way you were writing so ferociously and passionately. It just reminded me of our school years and I started thinking about what you used to be like and how different you are now.”
She took one step out of her cubicle and collided straight into a hot, hard body. They tumbled onto the floor and landed with a thump, a mess of limbs, towels and water.
She looked up at Draco through tear stained eyelashes and asked in a very small voice, “Why didn’t he want me?”
“Well, if it’s manly to be warm, I must be extremely feminine,” Hermione replied.
“What gives you that idea?” Draco asked, and then gave a rather loud, high-pitched shriek as she reached under his shirt to place her freezing cold hands on his bare skin. She burst into laughter as he leaped away from her, his face aghast. “Merlin, woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!”
“But what if the surgery fails? What if he dies on the table?” she whispered angrily. “I would have to live with the knowledge that he died when I could have tried to save him but didn’t because of a stupid law.”
“Sometimes we gotta talk the hard talk before we can walk the fun walk,” Hermione said, before laughing. “God, that sounded better in my head.”
“We’re literally training to be spies, Trevor. I’m doing sneaky spy things,” Hermione said flatly.
Chapter Eleven - Part One
“Draco!” Hermione almost cried out with relief. She ran and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, not noticing the stray tear that rolled down her cheek as she did so. “Oh, it’s so good to see you.”
Chapter Twelve - Part Two
As she passed the showers to return to the classroom, a masculine arm darted out and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her backwards. She went to scream, but inhaled citrus and soap and knew at once it was Draco. He closed the screen door, spun her around to face him and pinned her against the wall of the shower cubicle.
Chapter Thirteen - Part Three
“Dra…Damien, what’s going on?” she asked as she stared at him. There was a small uncomfortable tugging sensation happening in her lower abdomen. If Chief had taught her one thing, it was to ‘trust your gut’ and right now, hers was screaming at her to listen. Something just didn’t sit right with her about the timing of this.
“Draco,” she cried out desperately, putting on a show of speed. She could see his head snap upwards, his own hair sleek and sopping, looking bedraggled under the weight of the moisture. His eyes glinted silver and he realised it was her. He broke into a run as well, eager to meet her in the middle.
“So, the real reason why I’m here guys,” Jess finally stopped pacing and faced them. “I need you to obliviate me.”
“Hi Dave, this is a different look on you,” she said, noticing his business attire. “I thought you were just the boxing guru?”
“Fuck off, Chief, I’m not dealing with you right now!”
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