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Chapter 40

"Accio tiara!"

Several metal crown-like pieces of jewelry decorated with baubles and patterns ranging from the delicate to gaudy, and from the complex to simple, flew at Draco from around the room. Thankful for having played as a Seeker for so many years, he holstered his wand and caught them quickly with both hands, dropping them to the floor once his hands were full in order to catch more.

After the last of the tiara-like objects in the Room of Hidden Things whizzed towards him, he looked down at a pile of about thirty. He kicked the mess with his boot, spreading the tiaras out to the sounds of clinking and scraping on the stone floor. None of them resembled the picture Hermione had showed him. He squatted down, robe fanning out, and picked them up, one by one, turning them over and tossing them to the side.

None of them. Not a single sodding one.

Of fucking course it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing involving Hermione was.

Exhaling in frustration, he stalked back to the thrice damned Vanishing Cabinet and tried to remember where he had seen the Ravenclaw tiara. Perhaps if he walked around the stacks he'd remember. He closed his eyes, ran his hand through his hair and tried to recall. Suddenly it came to him. He walked to his left with purpose. Draco made the first right, nearly knocking over a pile of books and turned to face the ugly warlock bust sitting atop an old desk.

Finally.

Carefully, he lifted the tiara off of the bust and placed it in the pocket of his robes. Almost at once, a sinister, evil presence settled around him, tiny tendrils pricking at the edge of his mind. Whatever this object was, he would be glad to rid himself of it.

Draco strode back to the entrance of the room, eager to leave the castle as soon as possible. His boots clomped heavily on the stone floors as he quickly made his way down the fifth floor corridor and descended the stairs. He turned towards the hallway leading to the castle entrance when the long wavy red hair of Alecto Carrow appeared as she stepped outside a doorway ten feet in front of him.

Sodding, buggering, fuck.

He abruptly halted and cursed his luck. Why was she even out? Severus had assured him that she taught classes now and wouldn't be wandering around the hallways. Maybe her classes had ended early.

Her eyebrows rose in delight and she sauntered over to him, swaying her hips.

"Draco!" she called out with a smile spreading on her red lips. "How wonderful that you came to visit! A shame you didn't tell me." She neared him and it took everything he could not to back away and plaster himself against the wall. Alecto crowded into his space and licked her lips.

Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to keep their bodies from touching. "Last minute business with Severus," he spoke with a twinge of regret. "Couldn't be helped. I know how busy the faculty is here, having to respond to directives from the Ministry."

A throaty laugh left her throat and she ran her hand over his upper arm, squeezing his bicep. "I would have cleared some time for you," she smiled seductively at him.

"Perhaps a raincheck then," he said with a conspiratorial wink. "I have some urgent matters to attend to back at the Manor."

Undeterred, Alecto slid her fingers underneath his forearms, forcing him to uncross them and ran her hands over his abdomen under his robe, unabashedly fingering the lines of his muscles and pressing her body against him.

Draco wanted to be anywhere but here. He'd rather be Crucio'd. It was more painful, but it ended sooner.

"Such a good soldier you are." Her dark eyes peered up at him lecherously. "But if the Dark Lord isn't calling you, it can't really be urgent." One hand snaked down across his upper thigh and over his cock. The other reached around his waist to grab his arse. She rubbed his front and he bucked involuntarily into her hand, quickly becoming hard. She smirked triumphantly. "If you're truly in a hurry, I'm sure a man your age doesn't need very long."

The familiar taste of bile entered his mouth whenever Alecto was near him and he placed his hands on her shoulders, mind racing as to how he could talk his way out of her clutches. Draco backed up a step and she pressed him against the tapestry covered wall. The back of his head hit the cloth.

She raised herself on her tiptoes to lick the skin of his neck and pressed her hand over his erection, slowly rubbing him up and down. His fingers curled around her shoulders while he tried to figure out how to delicately push her away.

"There are children here, Alecto," he chuckled, still feeling nauseous. Her hand squeezed his bum roughly. "I'm not averse to voyeurism, but onlookers that young dampen the mood."

Draco pressed lightly on her shoulders and she bit his neck, nearly dragging him with her as he pushed her away. Her fingers dipped between his legs, cupping his scrotum, pulling his pelvis with her. He shut his mouth tight, failing to suppress a groan and she licked her lips coyly.

"Like that do you?"

Alecto's fingers traced patters over the fabric covering his scrotum, and his body jerked forward. He pressed on her shoulders again but she cupped him and squeezed, forcing a huff of breath out of him and a whimper. It was too sensitive there. He reached down reflexively to grab her wrist, wondering how she would react to outward defiance. Thankfully she released his sack but returned to rubbing his erection. He put his hand back on her shoulder, still unable to come up with an excuse to push her away.

Her eyes were hooded when she looked up at him. "You don't seem to have any trouble getting in the mood. Besides," she laughed evilly. "The children are all terrified of me. They won't dare approach."

Alecto leaned up to kiss him and pulled down on his neck, forcing their faces closer together. Her tongue slithered inside his mouth and Draco nearly gagged. He kept his hands on her shoulders, wondering what reason would be enough to make to leave.

Her other hand began unbuckling his belt and Draco panicked, pushing her away gently and breaking the kiss.

"The other professors," he offered her his best smirk. "There's nothing I'd like better than a hard fuck against the wall." Her eyes gleamed wickedly at his words. "But the last thing I want is to see Sprout's hairy mustache or Flitwick's saggy jowls in the middle of it."

Alecto laughed. He thought she might stop but she reached inside his pants, hand snaking down his pelvis until her fingers curled around his length. Hissing up at him, she squeezed him hard and ran her thumb over the tip of his cock. Draco grunted and thrust into her again.

"My, my, is this all for me?" she purred, and began to stroke him in earnest, rubbing pre-come around his length as she pumped him. Her voice lowered seductively. "Let's find a place more private."

"Draco!"

It was all Draco could do not to fall over in relief. Startled, they both turned to face the Headmaster walking purposefully down the corridor, robes billowing behind him.

Alecto pouted at him and squeezed his cock one last time before removing her hand from his trousers. He gave her a disappointed look and covered himself quickly with his robes.

"I'm glad I caught you before you left. I need you to pass a message to your father." He approached them and raised an eyebrow at the red headed witch. "Alecto, don't you have a class to teach?"

She scoffed in disdain. "No one cares about Muggle Studies, Severus."

He looked at her, unfazed. "And yet, you have a class to teach."

She rolled her eyes, blew a kiss to Draco and walked down the hallway.

"Another time then, Draco? You'll come visit me?"

"I'll see what I can do," he replied, flashing his teeth at her.

He and Severus watched in silence as she strolled down the long corridor, swinging her hips. As soon as she turned the corner Draco bent over and dry heaved, retching three times onto the ground. He coughed up what phlegm and bile was left over and spat on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cup of water held out for him.

"Thanks," he gasped, panting.

He took a sip, swished the liquid around and spat to the floor again. A handkerchief replaced the cup in his teacher's hand. He took it and wiped his lips and chin before vanishing the puddle.

Limbs shaky, he pulled himself up to a standing position and reached down to close his trousers and buckle his belt with as much dignity as he could muster. His gaze met the dark eyes of his ex-Professor. Emotionless as always.

"Occlumency doesn't do shit to help with that," Draco said, and ran his hand through his hair, now damp with sweat.

"No," Severus drawled. "I imagine it wouldn't. You dropped something while you were otherwise occupied."

Draco flicked his eyes down to Severus' hand and saw the tiara there.

Fuck.

Severus eyed him curiously. Did he… know what it was? Draco had the eeriest feeling that his former Head of House knew exactly what he was holding. Not even Draco had a clue as to what Hermione had sent him to find here. But Severus did? Wordlessly, Draco took the old metal object from his godfather's hand and shoved it back in his robe pocket.

Severus raised an eyebrow and spoke again. "I hear there's going to be another raid soon. Make sure that stomach bug clears up."

Without another word, his teacher turned around and walked away.

ooooooooooooooo

Come.

Draco lay on his back on the grass of the Granger's lawn, gazing up at the clouds as they floated by. He shoved his robes underneath his head to use as a pillow. There was a gentle breeze ruffling his hair as it blew in fits and bursts, but it was too warm outside for the formal dress attire he had worn to visit Hogwarts. Unusually warm for April.

Draco Apparated there directly after exiting the grounds to Hogsmeade. Given Hermione's description of how important the object was and the way Severus regarded it, he didn't trust going anywhere else – especially home – and wanted to give it directly to her. If even Severus couldn't disguise the fact that he recognized the importance of the tiara, Draco didn't want it to be on his person any longer than it had to be.

He could still feel Alecto's tongue in his mouth and her hand on his cock. He was revolted by the whole ordeal and worried he'd start retching again. Trying to remove the nausea he was on the verge of experiencing again, he breathed in slowly, clearing his lungs with the fresh warm air.

A faint crack of Apparition sounded from inside the house. Hermione wouldn't know where he was so Draco thumbed the Galleon and shoved it back inside his pocket.

Outside.

Hermione's house had become a refuge for him. It was a completely different world. It was quiet. It was calm and he could rest. Sometimes he came here just to sleep in her bed for a few hours. He didn't have to guard his thoughts here. There was nothing in her house to remind him of the war or blood purity or even of magic. He listened while one of the Granger's neighbors talked on the phone. It was a perfectly normal conversation about a perfectly normal life, free of war.

If Hermione's parents wouldn't have had a witch for a daughter, they would still be here. Happy and completely oblivious to the upheaval in their own country.

Draco heard her approach. She stood over him, the sun shining down from behind her head. He squinted up at her and raised his hand to block the sun from his eyes. Her hair was tied back in a braid but a few stray curls were loose and stood out like a halo with the sun behind her.

"I'd forgotten what you looked like in proper wizarding attire," she commented. "It's mostly Muggle clothes or pajamas when you're with me." She sat down next to him on the grass and looked around appreciatively. "I haven't been in my backyard for over a year. We should meet outside more often."

Hermione wouldn't have even been to her house if it weren't for their arrangement. He studied her, sitting in the sun. Draco hadn't ever seen her in the summer light before. At least, not since school where he hadn't been paying much attention. It suited her. The day was warm and safe and comforting. Just like she was when he needed her.

"It's a quiet corner of the world," he commented, hands resting on his chest.

They listened to the birds chirping and heard the occasional car drive by in the distance. Her neighbor chatted on the phone, worrying about the gift she had to buy for her mother-in-law.

"I suppose it is." Hermione lay down on the grass alongside him and stared up at the clouds. The white wisps were feathery and sparse against the light blue; it was a clear sunny day. She rolled over on her side. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"

He turned to face her. Her hazel eyes were full of concern and her brow furrowed. "You don't have to Occlude with me. You know that." She reached across his chest and laced her fingers in hers. "I don't like to see you hurting. If I can help, I want to."

He smirked. "If I tell you, will you kiss it better?" Despite the memory of her hot, lithe body writhing underneath him and the feel of her skin against his fingers, that was the last thing he wanted right now.

But he couldn't help himself.

She flushed beautifully at his teasing, but seemed to understand he was flirting to cover up his pain.

"What do you need?"

Draco felt somewhat comforted just knowing she cared so much about him. He returned to stare up at the clouds, wanting to get out of his head. He didn't want to think about Alecto. He didn't want to think about the threat to his parents. He didn't want to think about the people he killed. Or the Order prisoners being tortured right now in his home and that he had lied to Hermione about all of them. He wanted to get away.

Hermione was watching him stare at the sky. The wind blew his hair over his eyes and she brushed it away. Her touch was too fleeting. Draco wished she would hold him again, but he didn't think she would, given that the Order would take her away from him.

She didn't want to be replaced any more than he wanted someone else to replace her. So they had to be careful. He wondered why the Order hadn't replaced her already. If she felt even a fraction of what he felt towards her, she would have been.

"I need a distraction."

Her fingers twitched in his. She raised her head to lean over him with an excited gleam in her eyes. "Day trip?"

Considering the previous outings they'd had in the Muggle world, it was a good bet that would work. But they couldn't go with that horrific object he was carrying around.

"Perhaps we should find something to do with…" He flipped onto his stomach and reached into the pocket of his bunched up robes under his head. "This abomination first."

Draco held out his arm, dangling the tiara from his index finger in front of Hermione's face. Feeling how evil it was, he would be glad to rid himself of its presence.

"Oh my god," she gasped, pushing herself to a sitting position and grabbing it off of his finger. "You got it!"

"What are you going to do with it?" he asked, morbidly curious.

Her voice lowered in determination. "Destroy it."

Good.

He felt better already after she had taken the tiara. It had made his sour, depressive mood even worse. Draco already had enough evil cloying around the edges of his consciousness from working for the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. This… thing made it worse.

"And I'm guessing a simple Reducto won't do?" He rolled over to lie down on his back again, and put his hands behind his head, clasping his fingers at the base of his skull.

Hermione shook her head, looking down at the tiara. "If only it were that easy. But we've done it before, we can do it again."

She flipped it over in her hands a few times and ran her finger along the gem in the center. Her fingers were so small and delicate. Then Draco thought of how those small delicate hands cast curses that sliced through Jugson's Achilles' tendon, nearly took off Draco's head and blew up half a room in the safe house so she could escape, hurtling herself over the battlefield with some kind of charm that Jugson said few could do without breaking their legs.

Draco was lucky Jugson had gone through that door first. It made him feel somewhat better that Hermione was so competent in battle. It took Jugson's Healer quite a bit of effort to right his ankle again, first having to undo Draco's shoddy patch job.

He thought back to Severus' comment about the raid right before he left Hogwarts. Draco was positive now that his ex-professor was using him to warn the Order. He just didn't understand why. And his godfather knew what the tiara was. He must have known, and still he gave that evil object back to Draco, knowing he would deliver it to the Order.

Severus had to be a spy. There was no other explanation. It made more sense that he would be spying for the Order and still kill Dumbledore, than to be a Death Eater but feed Draco information to pass along and enable the delivery of whatever this tiara was. Something so terrible and so secret that Hermione wouldn't even tell him what it was.

Draco just didn't understand why he killed Dumbledore. Hermione's reaction when they discussed Severus indicated that if he was a spy, she had no knowledge of it. He wondered who did?

He watched Hermione study the tiara. "There's going to be another raid."

She looked up, panicked. The Order lost people last time. "Do you know when? Which safe house?"

"No, but it will be soon."

She set the tiara down on the ground in between them. "Thank you, Draco." Her voice was soft. She motioned to the tiara with her chin. "This will help us win. It will. So will the warning of the raid. We can make sure we're prepared."

Draco was warning the Order about future activities. He had gone out of his way to bring her this object. He knew that his failure to warn them about gutting their financial backing had set him back from securing an Unbreakable Vow for his family to keep them out of Azkaban. But things had changed. He had changed.

"Hermione?"

She looked up at him.

"This is enough to demonstrate trust."

Her expression hardened and her nostrils flared. "You're right."

"So what's the problem?"

"If it were up to me, you'd have an Unbreakable Vow by now."

Draco didn't know who else he had to convince of his loyalty, of his desire to defeat the Dark Lord, or what else would be required of him to prove it. Hermione was advocating for him, he had no doubt of that. But the situation wasn't entirely in her hands.

She shifted her gaze down to the tiara. "If only we could get a lead on the Hufflepuff Cup."

These objects she was interested in gave him an opportunity to help without compromising his parents. No one knew about them. No one could trace the information back to him, his mother or his father. No one knew Hermione was hunting these objects down and destroying them. Draco didn't feel like he was endangering himself or anyone he loved by helping her and clearly, he had a lot to offer.

It might also convince whoever she was reporting to that he could be trusted. The nature of his participation as a spy had shifted. He was volunteering information now and being proactive, not merely responding to her requests.

"I've been thinking about that."

Hermione glanced over at him, intrigued.

"My mother is hosting a party in the summer. A lot of people will be there. Ministry officials. All of the Death Eaters and their families. If the Dark Lord entrusted the cup to someone, they would be there."

"You don't think it's your aunt or…" she paused, hesitant. "That other person? What do you think you'd learn?"

Draco knew Hermione already figured out that he meant Severus, but she wasn't saying his name out of respect for Draco's desire to protect him. Given his teacher's reaction to the tiara, if his godfather had the cup, he would have given it to him. Or destroyed it already if he knew how.

He shrugged. "I checked. The cup wasn't in our vault. If the object is so valuable, I'd put it in Aunt Bella's vault. But after I found that," He motioned to the tiara in her lap. "just sitting on the head of an old warlock bust out in the open where anyone could find it, I'm doubting my theory of him keeping the objects in a vault."

"You don't think he would put it in the other person's vault?"

Draco shook his head. "I changed my mind about the other person." He narrowed his eyes at her in warning, lest she judge him. "And I'm not just saying that because I want to protect them." Her eyes widened and she nodded, believing him. "Where were the other objects located?"

Hermione began ticking off on her fingers.

"Your house, likely not in a vault. In a cave where You-Know-Who went as a child – but suddenly worn by Umbridge. In the ruins of his mother's old house. In the Room of Hidden Things."

Draco stretched his legs and then contracted them, bending his knees. He stared up at the clouds again. "I wonder if the diary was simply left on a bookshelf in the library. With the exception of the cave, all the objects were hidden in plain sight. Sometimes, that's the best way to hide a valuable object. And for whatever reason, Umbridge was wearing one. It makes me wonder if the cup is sitting on someone's mantle or in their liquor cabinet. If someone was searching for the object, knowing what it was, they wouldn't check liquor cabinets. It's too absurd."

"What do you think you can learn at the party?" she asked, obviously curious.

"I'm not sure, but if it's sitting in someone's house then people would have seen it. I could try and steer the conversation to alcohol or display goblets." He paused. "Most people love to brag about historical artifacts, it shouldn't be too hard actually."

Hermione tapped her chin. "Wouldn't that be dangerous if You-Know-Who was there? He's a Legilimens."

Draco shook his head. "He never attends those events. And no one would come if he did. Honestly, if death, torture and drinking the blood of baby virgin unicorns isn't on the menu, he's not interested."

Hermione huffed a laugh and then suddenly sat up straighter. He turned his head, wondering what she was thinking.

"I'm going to go. Can you get me a guest list?"

What?

She couldn't possibly think that was a good idea. Draco always thought Hermione had good sense, despite being a Gryffindor. Abruptly, he pushed himself up and leaned into her. Her eyes shifted from pondering to defiant the instant she saw the expression on his face.

"Absolutely not."

Her face hardened at his rejection.

"I'll Polyjuice myself," she explained in a slightly irritated tone.

"No." He shook his head vigorously. She couldn't go. It was madness.

She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. "It won't be so difficult. I fooled you at Fortescue's and you were waiting for me. No one looks for it. Barty Crouch Junior fooled Dumbledore and the entire Hogwarts faculty for a whole year. This is one night."

"It's too risky. You'll be arrested, tortured or possibly killed on sight. There's no reason for you to go."

She sent him a withering glance that had his blood boiling. "I doubt I'll be the only one from the Order there. It's a perfect intelligence gathering opportunity."

"Even more so if there's other Order members there," his voice rose in anger. "And I'm there. You don't need to go."

"I may see something they don't," she protested in irritation.

"You can't," his voice came out as more of a growl than he intended. "I won't let you."

Her jaw dropped. She stared at him in a moment of stunned silence before collecting herself.

"I don't need your permission," Hermione shot back, hazel eyes flashing in anger. "If you don't give me a guest list I'll find out on my own and go anyway." She paused and then a small smile played at her lips. "But it's less likely I'll be caught if you help."

Draco turned away from her and exhaled loudly through his nose. He couldn't tell her anything. Nothing got by her. He had no idea how she was going to use the information he shared. She wanted him to be more proactive. She wanted him to fight the Dark Lord and help the Order. That's what he was doing.

And how did she repay him? By manipulating him into helping her do precisely what he didn't want.

Draco was furious. She wasn't listening to him. Something cold crept along his spine and he bared his teeth. She couldn't go. Didn't she get it? He was trying to protect her. To keep her safe. Hermione was his. She belonged to him and she was endangering herself for no reason. Everything he was doing was for her and she was throwing it all away by treating her life as if it were nothing.

His shoulders heaved as his breaths became more labored in his fury.

He'd make her understand that she couldn't defy him like this. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He could take her inside now. She would protest but it was for her own good. Afterwards, she'd understand why he–

"You're bleeding," she said suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

"What?"

He shook his head of the unsettling images running through his mind. What had just come over him? He glanced down at the tiara. Maybe it was the effect of holding onto that object for so long. Draco could sense how evil it was and he was still unsettled by the direction his thoughts meandered to all morning.

It seemed Hermione knew how to deal with it and had more experience.

"Hold on." She climbed over him, straddling him, placing a knee on either side of his thighs. Reflexively, he placed a hand on her lower back as she pulled his collar down.

Shit.

He closed his eyes in shame. He hadn't thought to check or cover anything up.

"It's not blood, it's lipstick," she said, voice trembling. "And you have a hickey."

Under other circumstances, Draco would have enjoyed the way Hermione was sitting astride him, and the clear signs of jealously she displayed. But her words brought back the feel of Alecto's teeth on his neck, her tongue slithering into his mouth, her hand around his cock. He felt like he was going to gag again.

Hermione dropped her hands from his collar and stared at him, tears prickling her eyes at the thought that he had betrayed her. And then her expression abruptly morphed to one of concern when she noticed his reaction.

"What's wr–" Her eyes slowly widened in horror. "Alecto Carrow teaches at Hogwarts now."

Draco was ashamed. It wasn't as if Alecto was stronger than him. He could have walked away at any time. But his family's position was so tenuous. The more problems he caused, the greater the chance one of them could get hurt. That was why he never fought back against MacNair or Dolohov either. He had no idea where the vindictiveness in Voldemort's army would land, or who would pay for his direct defiance.

Severus understood that.

"It wasn't…" Draco looked to the side, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes. "Someone stopped it before things went too far."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Hermione held him tight, fisting his hair and resting her head on his shoulder. Her heart thumped against his chest and he placed his hands gently on her back, his fingers making indentations in her shirt, and then finally pressing her tightly into him.

He released a shuddering sigh, taking comfort in her small, warm body wrapped around his.

"I didn't know," she said apologetically. "I never would have allowed you to go."

He pulled back and looked at her with a wry grin. "I don't need your permission."

Hermione opened her mouth and then abruptly closed it, having had her own logic used against her. They cared about one another and didn't want the other to put themselves in danger. But it was a war. It was an impossible request to make of the other. They would always be in danger until it ended.

Draco didn't know how to cope knowing Hermione would be facing raids at safe houses. He didn't know how to cope if she continued to go on dangerous missions. He had no idea what he would do if she were ever captured.

Or killed.

He was terrified for her.

He breathed slowly. The unnerving thoughts he had previously didn't return. He slowly fisted the fabric of her T-shirt, and lowered his other hand to her waist. He wished he could keep her safe, but he didn't know how to.

She must feel the same way.

Hermione released her hold on his neck and slid her hands down his chest. "You wanted a day trip?"

Draco wanted to forget, he didn't want to think about what was happening back there.

She tucked a strand of his hair back and he turned his face slightly to press a light kiss to the inside of her wrist before she removed her hand. "I'd like nothing better."

She stood up and extended her hand. He grasped it and she pulled while he pushed himself up to a standing position, towering over her now.

"I'll take this back to Harry. Give me five minutes and then we'll go." She looked him up and down with an appreciative smirk. "Muggle attire."

She Apparated away and Draco wandered back into the house to transfigure his clothing in privacy, making quick work of his clothing. Then he sat on the armchair where she had fallen asleep during Return of the Jedi, closed his eyes, and waited for her.

It took longer than five minutes. He cast a Patronus and watched his fox leap and jump around the living room. A reflexive sense of relief passed through him each time he performed the charm. Every time, he was grateful anew that he still could. After a few more minutes he walked over to a shelf and knelt on the floor to look at a few long flat boxes that appeared to be a series of board games and card games. Finally, he heard the crack of Apparition in the kitchen. He watched Hermione search for him and stop when she found him in the corner of their living room on the floor amidst all the board games.

"Would you rather stay in and play games?" she asked playfully, but he could tell she was upset about something. Draco wondered what her arsehole friends said to her.

"No." He got up and walked over to her, noticing how she eyed his body. He knew she liked him in Muggle jeans. He could see the appeal. They hugged her arse better than anything he'd ever seen in the Wizarding world as well. "You promised me a day trip."

"Yes, I did." She smiled and pointed to his T-shirt. "Appropriate for today."

Draco looked down and pulled on the front, stretching the Star Wars logo.

"We're seeing the movie again?"

"Nope." All traces of sadness were gone from her eyes now and her devious smile stretched from ear to ear. "It's a surprise. You'll love it."

Chapter end notes

Trigger warning: Explicit non-consensual groping

Next chapter... Muggle outing #3. You guys have been through enough. You need a break from the horror and the angst.