“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.”

“What’s that? Draco Malfoy, Male Escort?” Hermione teased. “Or Draco Malfoy, Erotic Masseuse?”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “So you happen to think that my true calling in life must be something of a sexual fantasy? How intriguing,” he drawled.

She blushed crimson and stuttered, “That’s not…I mean…I’m only thinking of the rumours that were going around school in fifth year – Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God.”

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.

“Wha?!” Hermione gasped, once she had realised what had happened. Her arm was trapped underneath a solid person and she looked over to see that it was none other than Draco, scantily clad in nothing but a towel, which was now precariously close to being lost.

“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!”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.

“So, the real reason why I’m here guys,” Jess finally stopped pacing and faced them. “I need you to obliviate me.”

“Fuck off, Chief, I’m not dealing with you right now!”

“It’s not Chief!” Hermione cried back. “Open the door, you stubborn git, before I blast it open.”