Part I
The sound of a tiny beak tapping against glass filled the otherwise quiet bedroom. Light from the newly risen sun filtered in through the delicate bedroom curtains and beamed down upon the bed. A mop of dark, curly hair surfaced from beneath the covers to investigate the raucous that had prematurely interrupted her sleep on this beautiful Saturday morning. Hermione threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. With her eyes properly adjusted she recognized the source of the noise to be Ginny's owl Oscar, who continued to peck away dutifully until Hermione reached the window and unlatched it for him.
'What could Ginny want so early?' She thought, as she accepted the letter the little owl thrust at her. Hermione offered Oscar a treat and unfolded the parchment.
Sorry to wake you but I told Oscar this was urgent. I hope he gets to you before you see today's edition of the Daily Prophet. I'd tell you not to look but that would just delay the inevitable. I don't know what else to say other than that Harry and I are here for you if you need to talk about this. You know we support you no matter what. Please come over when you're ready.
xxx
-G
Hermione felt like someone had dropped her stomach off a cliff and her mind clicked into overdrive. This news had Ginny sounding exceptionally serious so it must be pretty grim. The worst part was that she had no idea what it could be and Hermione hated being taken by surprise. Years earlier she had gotten used to finding herself featured on the front pages of newspapers and magazines. The media loved to follow her relationship with Ron and her friendship with Harry and Ginny, but as they settled into married life the media mostly ran out of stories to print. It wasn't until nearly a year ago that Hermione had to recall what it was like to be a front page story again. She and Ron had decided to finally divorce after years of denial about their incompatibility. The Daily Prophet naturally tried to spin some scandal into the story but the couple had nothing to hide. A few months back Ron had begun to date again and Hermione found herself more bothered by it than she expected when she first saw pictures of him kissing another witch. She was over it by now though so Ginny couldn't possibly be owling her about that.
Hermione tentatively opened the front door to her cottage and braced herself for what she was about to discover, but no amount of preparation could have softened the blow of seeing the images that were currently flashing across the page. The headline read: Good Girl Goes Bad and below it were extremely intimate pictures of her with Viktor Krum. Hermione's mind immediately flashed back to her post-divorce getaway with her former lover. Throughout the years she'd kept in touch with the quidditch superstar despite Ron's objections. When the news of her divorce reached him in Bulgaria he quickly jumped on the chance to invite her to stay with him at his vacation home in Greece. Initially she'd declined but after months of sleeping alone, she began to crave a man's touch and inquired if the offer was still open. Viktor insisted that the offer was always open and she scrambled to arrange an international portkey.
Upon arrival, Viktor whisked Hermione away to his private beach and they spent the day lounging and drinking cocktails. It wasn't until late in the afternoon that Viktor made his move and Hermione did not hesitate to accept his advances. Things quickly got out of hand and before she knew it they were shagging like rabbits right there on the beach. It was by far the best sex she'd ever had and until now she'd never regretted the brief tryst. The private beach, it would seem, was not so private after all because images of Hermione with Viktor in various compromising positions and stages of undress were splashed across the front page of the most popular wizarding newspaper in England.
Hermione felt like vomiting. The pictures, thankfully, must have been taken from quite a distance so they were grainy enough to blur out the details, but they were certainly clear enough for there to be no question about what the couple was doing. Until now, Ginny had been the only person she'd confessed her hookup to but now the entire country was in on the secret. Humiliation was nowhere near strong enough to describe what Hermione was feeling and the nauseous feeling resurfaced.
She had no idea how long she sat on the bathroom floor staring at the toilet. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. Her mind would not stop reminding her that she'd never be able to look Arthur and Molly in the eye again. Ron probably wouldn't speak to her for weeks. Even Harry, she knew, would be awkward around her for a while. This was a nightmare and it would not pass quickly. Would she ever be able to show her face in Diagon Alley or the Ministry again?
That was the solution then, she determined. She needed to leave wizarding London, at least temporarily. Hermione quickly drafted a letter to her boss at the ministry requesting a leave of absence effective immediately and a note to Ginny informing her of the plan to visit Brazil. A country in the opposite hemisphere seemed like exactly where she needed to be right now.
After packing hastily and grabbing the stash of muggle money she kept under the mattress, Hermione apparated to a muggle village nearby and ordered a car service. She hadn't flown by plane in many years but today muggle transportation was the way to go so she instructed the driver to drop her at the airport.
Ten hours and two layovers later, Hermione arrived in Brazil. The sun was bright and the air was hot and sticky, promptly causing her hair to gain volume. As soon as she stepped out onto the sidewalk she realized that this was the end of her planning. She didn't speak a word of Portuguese and hadn't made any arrangements for lodging. Luckily, the travel agent at the information desk spoke a bit of English and helped Hermione arrange for a shuttle to a hotel. Exhausted from her travels, she collapsed in bed upon check-in and slept restlessly until the next morning.
She awoke with the sun for the second day in a row and let out a heavy sigh as she climbed out of the strange bed. Hermione was glad she had paid extra for a room facing the water because as she approached the window she could tell the view was spectacular. The water was clear blue as far as the eye could see and the white sand sparkled in the sun, mired only by the outline of towels and umbrellas popping up along the beach. Tourists were already flocking to the beach, it would seem, so Hermione hurried to get ready. Showering proved to make her mane of wild curls even more unruly in the warm weather and she struggled to tame it into a bun. Soon she was dressed in her favorite green bikini and she made sure to apply her sunblock thoroughly. Getting horribly sunburnt on her first day of vacation was not on her agenda. Hermione wrapped a sarong around her waist, grabbed her towel and sunglasses, and headed for the door. She quickly purchased an English to Portuguese dictionary in the hotel lobby for a little light reading and continued her journey to the beach.
The hours passed by swiftly for Hermione as she basked in the tropical sun, imbibing cocktail after cocktail and attempting to teach herself Portuguese. Her choice of location, however, frequently brought back memories of her trip with Viktor. Visiting Greece was the last time Hermione had been to the beach. It was also the last time she had been with a man and being surrounded by men and women in the tiniest swim suits she'd ever seen only added to the stirring she felt between her legs. Perhaps she'd go for a romp with one of these attractive muggle men. She was here for the anonymity after all. But there were still risks, she reminded herself. She thought she was safe to do as she pleased on Viktor's beach but that obviously was not the case. She'd have to keep her desires in check from now on.
Yet, that realization did nothing to stop Hermione from openly staring at the woman sunbathing a few meters away. She could see the outline of a nipple ring through the thin material of her bikini top. Normally Hermione wouldn't think twice about such an observation but ever since Ginny's bachelorette party years earlier she'd developed a fascination for naughty piercings. At the time, Ginny insisted they visit a muggle tattoo and piercing shop before the start of the festivities. She and Luna both took the plunge and got a nipple pierced, while Hermione chickened out and decided to get her bellybutton done instead. According to Ginny, Harry was a big fan of her new jewelry. Ron, on the other hand, was furious about Hermione's minor modification but with the dissolution of their marriage, the idea would occasionally cross her mind. The urge was irresistible now and Hermione found herself packing up her things with every intention of finally going through with it.
It was nearly sundown by the time she located a shop that looked clean enough for her tastes. It also didn't hurt that the sign was printed in English. It reassured her that nothing would be confused in translation. The bell on the door jingled as Hermione entered and the young woman at the reception desk smiled at her over the counter.
"Hello miss. How can we help you today?" She greeted in accented but clear English.
"I- I'm here about a piercing." Hermione replied nervously.
"Sure. If you have a seat my boss will be right with you." She pointed to the small arrangement of chairs to the right. "Feel free to have a look through the portfolio, his work is beautiful." The girl handed her a large photo album and disappeared into the back room.
The album was bound in a heavy black leather and on the front cover a dragon was printed in elegant silver ink. Hermione turned to the first page and was stunned by what she saw. It was a color drawing of a phoenix rising from the ashes. The detail and precision of the piece were astounding. Beautiful was an understatement, Hermione thought. Each subsequent page after was a photo of a tattoo or piercing of a client. They were amazing in their own right, but it was that first image that impressed Hermione the most. Just as she was about to flip back for a second look, the door leading into the back opened again. The receptionist stepped through first, followed by the last person on the face of the earth Hermione expected to see. She let the album close abruptly with a thump.
Draco Malfoy stood before her with a similar look of shock on his face. This was goody two-shoes Granger sitting in the waiting room of his tattoo parlor in the middle of Rio after all. She looked exactly as he remembered, still a picture of properness. Draco, however, had changed his look considerably since she'd last seen him at his trial. Gone were the days of perfectly tailored, designer suits. Instead, he sported a pair of grey jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He kept his long hair in a bun on top, while the sides and the back were buzzed close, matching the stubble sprinkled along his jaw.
"Nice hair, Granger." He broke the silence with a smirk.
Still too shocked to have a good comeback, she merely reached up to feel that a large chunk of curls had escaped her ponytail. She couldn't take her eyes off of him the entire time.
"If you'd quit staring at me like this we can head back into the studio to discuss what you're here for." He suggested and turned back towards the door. As if on autopilot, Hermione nodded and followed behind him, her legs moving on their own volition. Draco gestured for her to have a seat and once again she nodded without saying a word.
"I've never heard you this quiet. It's starting to scare me." He remarked and took off his jacket to reveal his own collection of tattoos. They covered the entirety of his left lower arm and a few extended up onto his bicep. He'd bulked up quite a bit since his teenage years and it suited him nicely. The first hints of attraction Hermione felt towards Draco were quickly squashed when she noticed the Dark Mark still displayed in the middle of his forearm. He must have felt her eyes boring into that spot because he quickly reversed course and shrugged his jacket back on.
"It's enchanted not to allow any other markings to cover it up, I've been trying for years." Draco acknowledged casually but Hermione swore she saw a hint of pink rising on his cheeks. "Funny enough, the muggles give me lots of compliments on it. It's the ultimate revenge on that old snake if you ask me."
Hermione still sat dumfounded. This was information overload.
"I should probably go." She managed to utter as she got up to leave. With seeker swiftness, Draco reached out and latched a hand around her wrist before she could make it to the door.
"Not so fast, Granger. You can't just stumble into my place of business from the other side of the world and then just leave without so much as an explanation."
The look of sincerity on his face made Hermione pause and sit back in the chair. It was then that she noticed his eyes and had left hers and wandered to focus on her own scarred tissue, just above where his hand remained. The word Mudblood was still etched in his aunt's handwriting across her pale skin. Draco looked horrified but rather than draw his hand away, she felt his fingers ghost along the surface of the ugly scar.
"I- I don't think I ever got to apologize for everything that happened that day." There was a shakiness to his voice now, "What my aunt did to you-"
"I forgave you a long time ago, Malfoy." Hermione cut him off, "Let's not dwell in the past."
He nodded and quickly composed himself. Like any good Slytherin, he specialized in composure.
"In that case, let's focus on the present." Draco began, "What kind of services are you in the market for? Tattoo or piercing?"
"Uh, a uh, a piercing." Hermione stumbled over her words and added with a blush, "A nipple piercing."
"Well that's a bit out of character for you, Granger." He chuckled, "But I suppose after getting caught shagging Viktor Krum I shouldn't assume anything anymore."
As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he knew he'd made a huge mistake. Hermione's face fell instantly and turned a shade close to purple in embarrassment. Without a word she got up to leave again, this time with more conviction. This would be harder to smooth over.
"Granger, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have brought it up. Please stay." Draco shouted after her.
"How did you find out?" She whispered in defeat without turning back to face him.
"I still subscribe to the Prophet. It gets to me a day or so late but I like to follow the news in case I ever decide to go back." Draco confessed. "I saw the pictures just this morning."
"You think less of me now, don't you?" Hermione asked timidly, turning back towards him.
"Not less." He answered honestly, "But differently." He left out the part about how is pants got a little tight in the crotch when he thought about it.
"I'll never be able to go back. My reputation is ruined!" She lamented. "I fled the continent and I still can't even escape this nightmare. I'll have to live as a muggle again forever."
"If I can do it, you can do it." Draco reminded her. The look of shock on her face was nearly priceless. "Come on Granger, don't tell me you don't know how my trial ended. The Wizengamot sentenced me to five years without magic and liquidated my father's company to pay reparations. I was left with no magic, no money, and most people thought I got off too lightly. I was completely disgraced. Blaise lent me enough money for a one way plane ticket here and the rest is history. I've never gone back"
"But how did-? What made you-?" Hermione sputtered in surprise.
"All this stammering is unbecoming, Granger. You've never been anything but blunt so don't beat around the bush now. How did I get by? What made me become a tattoo artist? I adjusted to life without magic easier than expected, actually. The only job I could get at first was as a janitor at a little shop not far from here. One day the owner caught me doodling on some discarded templates and decided I should train as an apprentice. Art has always been a passion of mine, you see. Once I started working on my own clients I was able to save up enough money to open my own place. I've had my magic back for a few years now but I can't bring myself to give this up so I still stay open during the evening. During the day I work in research and development for a potions company testing new ingredients from the Amazon. I find this schedule keeps both sides of my brain sharp."
"Do you ever think of going back?" She continued to probe. This grown up Draco had her head spinning with questions.
"I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it but why face that stigma again? And besides, most of my family and friends are dead or in Azkaban so I don't have much to go back to." Draco replied with a shrug. After nearly ten years away it was easy to be nonchalant about it. "Any more questions, or should we get down to business?" He inquired.
"No, that about covers it." Hermione responded with a gulp. Her questions would have to wait. "What does business entail exactly?" She continued, hoping after all this she didn't lose her nerve.
"Well once you pick which side I'm doing you'll have to take off your shirt. I'll sterilize the area, open a new needle, and clamp the site. The needle is hollow so it'll puncture a hole for the ring to pass through. Then I'll close the ring, clean the area again and give you instructions on how to care for it." Draco explained and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Shall we?"
He heard her mutter something under her breath about all the wizards in England seeing her tits already, followed by a deep breath and proceeded to remove her shirt in one confident motion. He was taken by surprise that she'd gone braless and as such, was now staring directly at Hermione Granger's naked breasts. He'd seen plenty of breasts in his life, whether it be for business or pleasure, and he always managed to keep his cool. But something about seeing his childhood nemesis naked from the waist up had him squirming in his chair and despite his best efforts, Draco could feel the bulge growing in his pants once again.
He heard Hermione clear her throat and ask, "I'm not sure which side to do. What do you think would suit me best?" He could hear the vulnerability in her voice and forced himself back into his professional mentality. Her breasts were as close to symmetrical as he'd ever seen. They were small, barely a handful he guessed, but they fit her petite frame perfectly. It was almost a shame that he was about to tamper with them.
"Either side should do." Draco replied in a gravelly voice. "But I've always prefer the left one for some reason. Do you mind if I touch?"
Hermione gulped and shook her head. A second later she felt his thumb brush over her left nipple causing it to pebble instantly under his touch. She had to bite her lip to stop a moan from escaping. Had her eyes not fluttered shut in that moment, she would have seen Draco fight the same urge. He then swiveled around abruptly to face the counter and gather the necessary supplies.
The preparation went quickly and before they knew it, Draco had the needle poised and ready to pierce through her sensitive flesh.
"Ready?" He checked before proceeding.
"As I'll ever be." Hermione nodded and instantly felt a sharp pinch shoot through her now tender nipple. Draco's fingers worked skillfully to thread the ring in behind the needle and clamp it shut. Watching him maneuver so delicately around her personal areas sent a jolt of arousal straight through her core. She never thought she'd see the day when Draco Malfoy would be so diligent to avoid causing her pain. Hermione took a deep breath and reminded herself that it wasn't personal, only what was expected from his job. She almost believed it too, until Draco looked up and met her gaze. His pupils were dilated like saucers and his breaths were fast and shallow. There was no denying that he was affected by this encounter too.
"How do you feel?" Draco asked after swallowing thickly. "Do you want to take a look?"
Hermione nodded and tried to walk towards the mirror but her overwhelming arousal had left her weak in the knees. Draco noticed her unsteadiness right away and put an arm around her waist to guide her the rest of the way. They stood together in front of the mirror admiring the finished product. She was extremely pleased with the result and from what she gathered, Draco must have been too because he couldn't take his eyes off her. The look of desire evident across his features had Hermione swooning again and she leaned her back against him for support. It was only when she felt him gasp against her neck that she realized she could feel his erection pressing against her backside. Before she could react, Draco darted across the room and began apologizing frantically.
"Forgive me, Hermione. This has never happened with a client before-" She'd never heard him say her given name before but she found she quite liked it. He continued to ramble about professionalism and not wanting to give the wrong impression.
As he spoke Hermione could only focus on his lips and how much she was hoping he'd stop talking long enough to kiss her. Until half an hour ago she would have considered the notion crazy, laughable even. This was the boy who tormented her for the better part of six years. Hell, she was tortured in his home by his aunt while he stood and watched. Even so, Hermione could not deny that she was attracted to the man pacing across the room from her. It was abundantly clear to her that Draco had come a long way from being the arrogant bully turned Death Eater she once knew. It was also true that she'd forgiven him a long time ago, but lusting after him was an entirely unexpected emotion. Maybe there was something liberating about feeling like she had nothing left to lose, or perhaps it was her overdeveloped sense of Gryffindor courage that led Hermione to make her move.
"Draco, I'm not upset." She approached him and held her finger against his mouth to silence him. "Quite the opposite in fact." Hermione watched as his expression changed instantly from bewilderment to lust. "So are you going to kiss me now, or what?" She challenged with a smirk that could rival his own.
Draco, never one to shy away from a challenge, removed the finger she had pressed against his lips and kissed the tip gently. He peppered kisses across her knuckles and up her arm until she could feel his hot breath against her neck. This time Hermione did not stifle the moan that rose from her throat when she felt his lips press just below her ear. It was a spot that made her toes curl and Draco had found it on his very first try. He continued nipping along her jawline until he reached the corner of her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted in anticipation, just enough for him to seize her bottom one between his own and nibble gently. Unable to withstand the teasing any longer, Hermione rose up onto her tip toes and sealed her mouth over his. Almost immediately she could feel Draco's tongue sweeping across her lips and she parted them once again to allow it to connect with her own.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise dramatically as their kisses grew more frenzied. There was no way the receptionist couldn't hear the panting and moaning that filled the small studio but they were both too caught up in each other to care. In one swift motion, Draco hoisted Hermione onto the countertop, never breaking their kiss. He didn't seem to notice that his carefully arranged collection of inks was no longer carefully arranged. His thoughts were now completely consumed by the feeling of her hot core pressing against his raging erection. The arousal he felt after seeing those pictures was nothing compared to the real thing. Draco couldn't get enough of her. His hands released their grip on her waist and slowly worked their way up her torso. He could feel her body quivering under his touch and he groaned as Hermione ground her hips against his.
Without thinking, Draco reached up to grasp her breasts only to be met with a yelp of pain rather than a cry of pleasure. Quickly he removed his hands from where they had travelled and stepped back from the counter. A small trickle of blood surrounded Hermione's freshly pierced nipple.
"Shit I can't believe I just did that!" Draco cursed under his breath and scrambled to find something to wipe it up amongst his now disheveled workstation.
"It's not as bad as it looks, honestly. Mostly I was taken by surpr—Oh!" Hermione gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Draco delicately cleaned around the sensitive area with some gauze.
"Does that feel okay?" He asked tenderly.
"Mhmm" Was all she managed to croak out with a nod, feeling both nipples ache for more attention.
Once Draco was satisfied with his work, he took a step back and observed the beautiful witch before him. Hermione's eyes were screwed shut, her head thrown back and her swollen lips parted. Her hair seemed to defy gravity and Draco swore he could sense the magic crackling around her. His mind conjured the image of what it would be like to have her hot, naked body writhing beneath him and he nearly blew his load on the spot. If they continued at this pace he was likely to embarrass himself like a second year.
"Is something wrong?" Her voice sounded distant, barely breaking through his own thoughts and it took another moment for his mind to snap out of the fantasy he'd conjured. Draco's hesitation had obviously given the wrong impression because Hermione was already reaching to retrieve her discarded blouse from the chair beside her.
"Don't even think about it, Granger." He chuckled, stepping forward to position himself between her thighs once more. "I'm quite enjoying the view."
For good measure Draco proceeded to vanish the shirt from her grasp with a satisfied smirk. Hermione's eyes grew wide at the impressive feat of both wandless and wordless magic she'd just witnessed, but her words of adulation died on her lips as he leaned in to place another hot, open mouthed kiss on that spot below her ear. The unabashed whimper he elicited with that move sent the sexual tension in the room skyrocketing and in an instant they'd picked up exactly where they'd let off moments ago, snogging like horny teenagers under the quidditch stands.
Draco was careful with his hands this time, letting them roam her back instead, occasionally getting them tangled in the ever multiplying curls escaping her doomed bun. Hermione on the other hand was waging an all-out assault on Draco's clothing. She was eager to get her hands on the toned physique he'd briefly revealed to her at the start of their meeting and made quick work of removing his heavy jacket. Her eyes were once again drawn to the dark mark on his forearm but she made sure not to allow her eyes to linger this time. Rather, she turned her attention to yanking his t-shirt up and over his head.
Hermione now took her own opportunity to admire the topless figure before her. Draco had come a long way compared to the scrawny boy she remembered from Hogwarts. He certainly couldn't be described as ripped even now but she was glad for that, it wouldn't have suited him. She concluded that he'd somehow struck the perfect balance between toned and lean, an accomplishment that no doubt took plenty of effort on his part. It was certainly enough to distract her from the scar that ran diagonally across the length of his torso, a permanent reminder of Harry's experiment with the sectumsempra curse sixth year. Hermione realized her appreciative gaze was now bordering on staring. She looked up at him with a sheepish grin only to be met with a look of pure lust and she bit her lip in response. Something akin to a growl came rumbling from Draco's throat and he dove back in to capture her lips with his own. They kissed like they wanted to devour each other, tongues dancing and maneuvering for control.
Hermione's hands began to wander Draco's torso, her fingertips delicately tracing the outlines of the muscles on his chest before lightly scraping her nails over his nipples. He reacted immediately, biting down on her lip and thrusting his throbbing erection against the apex of her thighs. She continued her exploration, tracing down the center of his abdomen, basking in the feel of his muscles trembling under her touch. The ever stoic Draco Malfoy was losing his composure before her eyes and it turned her on immensely. The effect she seemed to have on him only enticed her fingers to follow the trail of fine blond hair that led past his belly button down to the waist of his pants.
Seeming to anticipate what might be coming next, Draco pulled away from their kiss abruptly and gazed deeply into her chocolate colored eyes.
"Hermione…" He whispered breathlessly, never breaking their eye contact. "We don't have to…"
But before he could finish his statement, Hermione had taken his bulging crotch into her hand and given it a gentle but deliberate stroke. Draco's forehead landed against hers with a dull thud and his pelvis began to thrust wildly on its own accord. It only took a few more strokes before she had him panting and moaning. Her agile fingers undid the button of his jeans and made their way towards his zipper before she felt his hand wrap around her own to halt its progress.
"Is something wrong?" Hermione asked for the second time in as many minutes.
"Granger, if you're worried you've done something to turn me off, that couldn't be further from the truth." Draco assured her. "The only thing wrong is that I'm about to go off in my pants like some bloody schoolboy."
She watched as he turned to collect his discarded shirt and for the first time caught a glimpse of the massive tattoo that covered the entire expanse of his back. It was the drawing of the phoenix she'd admired earlier, this time etched permanently onto his pale flesh. The ripple of his muscles gave the beautiful bird the illusion of life and Hermione fought the urge to take a feel for herself. But before she could act, Draco had already slipped his shirt back over his body and turned to face her. Without hesitating this time, he brushed aside a lock of curls and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"I'd like to take you home and shag you properly, Granger." He delivered with an air of confidence, "Only if you're agreeable to it of course, but I'm hoping you're nearly as far gone as I am." He added, nibbling gently on her ear.
Hermione could feel herself melting into his touch once more, but a knock at the door quickly brought her back to reality. Draco broke away and dashed towards the source of the sound. Discreetly he stuck his head into the hallway, careful not to reveal his topless client and the disarray they'd caused. From what she could understand with her limited self-taught Portuguese, he said goodnight to his employee and waited until her heard her depart before turning his attention back to the woman he'd just invited home for a romp.
"If you tell me where you've vanished my shirt we can get going." Hermione offered as she hopped down off the counter. The bounce of her tiny breasts as she did so had Draco's cock twitching in his trousers.
"It's waiting in my bedroom. A tad presumptuous on my part I'll admit but it does appear to be paying off." He chuckled and reached into the cabinet where he kept the extra promotional apparel he sold. "This should work for now, the drive isn't long."
TBC