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"Ready? Now tell me where are three major nerve points?"

"Eye, temple, and slightly to the right of the heart."

"Okay, that's enough for today. Ready to go out to eat?" Draco helped her off the mat she had been sitting on."

"Sure, where are we going?"

"I don't know, how about the Tea Cozy?"

"You're addicted to that place! Oh well, sure. So how did I do today?" Hermione shook herself off slightly, she had hit almost all the targets and she had thrown Draco halfway across the room. She felt pretty good.

"Not bad, but you still need a lot more practice. But your memory is perfect, no wonder you got such good grades. Do you remember your defense against the dark arts classes very well?"

"Like yesterday. I may live in the muggle world but I try to keep up on my magic." She threw her coat on, it was already starting to get chilly out.

"Good then we'll just a have a quick refresher course before I get into some serious stuff."

"Fine. I'll be at the tea cozy in half an hour. I gotta go home and take a shower." Hermione ran outside and hopped in her car. Draco waited a few seconds and then-

"Have you told her yet?" A voice from behind him startled him at first, but in an instant he knew who it was.

"Of course not. But I don't see why it is so important to keep this is all so secret."

Harry stepped out of the shadows and said angrily, "Because no one can know! It's to dangerous."

"I just think it's stupid! We're bringing her into this and she doesn't get to decide? That's-"

"I don't care what it is! You will follow your orders."

"Whatever Marcus D. Endeavor." He said sarcastically spitting the fake name at his boss, before turning away.

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"Can we stop at the supermarket on the way home? I gotta get something for dinner tomorrow, we can't eat here every evening."

"Sure, why not? Can we get stuff for blue-berry muffins?"

"Blue Berry Muffin's? Sure! I'm in a good mood and I've felt like baking for weeks. Your so.....oddly normal sometimes. " She smiled up at Draco, admiring how the light made his usually hard metallic hair, look soft and silky. On an impulse she grabbed his hand.

"What was that for?"

" I don't know," she said, "Erm, my fingers are cold?"

He stuck his other hand in his pocket. Obviously so he wouldn't run it through his hair which he tended to do when he was nervous.

They walked for a bit, in uncharacteristic silence.

'I don't understand him! He annoys me, but he challenges me, and oh hell, why not!'

It was in that blind moment of decision that Hermione took the initiative and kissed him. She turned to face him and placed her lips softly onto his. Those previously cold lips warmed up fast as he, who had initially felt shock, kissed her back. She opened her eyes mid-kiss, and met his. Blue...so blue, so blue you could drown in them. She had just pulled out of the kiss when a wild yell came from behind them.

Hermione turned around startled out of her wits. Dirk had a gun and he was pointing it at Draco.

"Dirk, what the hell are you doing!? God, put that gun away! Please?"

"YOU said you were going to be out with Ginny."

"I know, but plans change. Why don't you put that gun away?" Hermione was feeling around for her wand. God where was it! She looked at Draco; she knew he usually didn't carry his wand on him, instead his gun. She motioned for him not to pull it out.** Yes I realize Britain has anti-gun laws....but it's Draco.... we can make an acceptation.....

"So you change your plans for him but not me? Why Hermione?"

"Because." she finally found her wand. Quickly before he realized what he knew what she was doing she yelled the binding curse. He fell flat as a board.

"I have asked you once, to leave me alone. You must not have understood me. I told you I wasn't interested, yet you continued to ask me out. At first I admired going after what you like but now you have gone TO far. The next time you come after me I will make sure I never have to deal with you again. Do you understand that? " He just gaped up at her.

"Modify his memory, except for what I said. Maybe it'll finally get to him." She was shaking slightly. Though from cold or shock, she didn't really know.

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"Do you think he was the stalker?" Hermione asked, half hoping half worried that if he was, she would never see Draco again.

Draco shook his head. Then looking at her for a moment, he seemed to make up his mind about something.

"Hermione, I'm not supposed to tell you this yet, but everything's different now. And well, I've wanted tell you for a while now, but my superiors wouldn't let me. Right now I don't care. So here it goes.."

Hermione sat on the edge of her chair. What was he going to say?

"Hermione, er, you know what I, um, told you about why I'm here."

Hermione got slightly annoyed, "yes Draco, as if you hadn't made it perfectly clear before, you are my protector, though I think I proved damn good myself tonight."

He took a deep breath, "What I told you, about me working for Black Ops. is true, but the stuff about me being here to guard you from a psycho is, well Hermione, it's a lie."

"What?" this she wasn't expecting, perhaps a wife, maybe even kids, but this was, well, not either.

"It's like I said, it's kinda a cover up. The ministry has been watching over you since you left Hogwarts because, well, I-or they wanted you." Hermione raised her eyebrow, she certainly hadn't missed the "I" in that.

"Care to explain?"

"Well, I guess I might as well. You see Voldemort is gone, for good. But that doesn't mean there isn't anther one out there like him. We have been trying to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. And just recently we hit on one. The only problem is that this guy is seriously badass, and to make it worse, doesn't trust anyone. So we'd need someone who is un-known as a spy, was REALLY brilliant at magic, and was a woman. We have some good agents, but we believe he has already been warned about most of them. So the Ministry had to do some research and we did come up with only one person who would be the very best, you." Hermione tried to follow all of this, so she wasn't being stalked, she was, er, she was.what was she?

"So all this self-defense is like training?" Draco nodded, she continued:

"But you don't seem like you'd make a very good spy. I mean you always seemed to act a little suspicious and I thought you stressing the protector thing a little far."

"Different cases, a different act," and it was like a metamorphous, she suddenly saw not the slightly child-like; slightly man Draco, but a hard looking, rather scary agent. She suddenly felt sick. Was the kiss Draco or Draco? Who was he? Really.

"Your confused, maybe I should, um, help you to bed or something." The real Draco was back, or was the other one the real Draco? Hermione felt faint.

"Come one." He picked her up and carried her easily to her own room and pulled the covers over her.

"I'm still dressed and in my shoes, Draco."

"A. I'm not touching your feet, and B. I'm not helping you take off your clothing either. Stop tempting me." He walked out of the room

"Good night!" She called, strangely in good humor to him.

"Well, things are definitely going to be different." Hermione, still fully dressed, slowly fell asleep.

Hermione got up and came into the kitchen were Draco sat sipping a cup of coffee.

"Coffee again? How do you stand that blasted stuff?"

"You get used to it. It's actually very awakening. Besides in most of the places I've worked they didn't have tea." He took anther sip.

"So do you want to talk about something else that happened last night.?" Hermione hinted.

"Er, can we not talk about that."

"Well why not? Are you married?" Hermione had been itching to ask this question forever.

"Well, you know how agent 007 kind of sleeps with quite a few women," Draco thought it would be safest to talk about things Hermione knew about.

"Y..e..s." She said slowly.

"Well I have, rather a habit of, erm, sleeping with women I come a long, and I guess I just don't want that to happen with us, because I want to be able to work with you again and I if I slept with you I wouldn't be able to work with you again," Draco had said this all in a very rapid manner.

"Okay! Then we won't get on that subject again. I suppose that means you aren't married. Anyway, I have a few other questions. Last night was rather confusing so humor me okay? First, what made you go against your superiors and tell me last night? And second who are you, I mean is this really you or is that agent you or is someone else you?"

Draco looked bemused, "To the first question there is a couple of reasons, one was that I was a little afraid for you, two my superior has been getting on my nerves lately, being very secretive and not wanting to tell you until the very last second. Which I thought was wrong so I told you. Two the second question, this is actually I. Of course the family I'm from you had to be a brilliant actor or you were dead. You had to be cold heartless and cruel and overconfident. But I promise other than the whole big secret and everything you have seen the real me."

"Okay then why don't you get your superior here and tell him I know. I want to begin my assignment as soon as possible."

"Oh no, the Hermione Granger from my school days is back 'I want to begin the assignment as soon as possible'. I warn you though there is no extra credit involved." He grinned, so she let the slight go.

"Well, I guess I'll go get Harry." Hermione paled immensely.

"Y-your s-s-uperior is Harry? As in Harry Potter?"

"Yup, be right back." And he disappeared.

"No, anyone, but Harry. Please anyone but Harry," Hermione sat in a very confused huddle. She still loved Harry, harder than ever, but what about Draco?

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They were sitting in the kitchen, Harry, Draco and Hermione. There was a thick silence. Hermione still felt faint and dazed, Harry looked puzzled and Draco looked nervous.

"What happened? Did you-?" he demanded of Draco. The look on his face explained what he was insinuating.

Hermione swiftly interrupted, "He most certainly did not. Do you really think I'd let that happen? Now tell him why he's here Draco."

"Stop being so bossy. I'll tell him." Draco grumbled back companaubly.

Harry would have been amused, but was worried about what they were talking about

"So tell me Malfoy," Draco rolled his eyes. Hermione wondered why he was aloud to show such disrespect.

"Well, I told her. About the whole thing, so you can stop pretending." Harry turned red, and jerked Draco around by the collar. He pulled into a vestibule attempting to get out of Hermione's hearing.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking! This is the Assignment that could make or break my career!" he whispered piercingly. Draco pushed Harry away.

"Back off Potter, don't you see? She's been living in this world for so long that she's losing touch with us. The magic around her is draining. She would have lost it a long time ago if she hadn't kept it up somewhat. We can't wait the year; she just wouldn't make it. You know how suddenly people lose their magic! One day everything's fine they think, then they wake up and their wand won't even sparkle for them anymore. We couldn't wait, and to your career.well, check your priorities." Draco was glaring at Harry.

"I-I didn't know it was that bad yet. I guess I never noticed."

And Draco glared harder, his lips going tight, "There is a lot of thinks you don't notice Potter." Harry got angry now.

"I am your superior and you WILL remember that."

"You forget I'm invaluable to this mission." The realized suddenly how loud their voices had got. The stepped out of the side hallway and saw Hermione sitting on the couch looking very annoyed.

"What's the mission Potter?" she said sounding remarkably like a trained and experienced agent.

"There's no call for that Hermione, really, I didn't mean-"

"I'm part of the assignment. Friend, enemy, doesn't matter, if their useful, they're used. I understand. Now what is the mission Potter?"

Harry sighed. Hermione was taking this all the wrong way. This would take a lot of explain.



"So let me double check here, I am to go and pretend I am a very rich and recently divorced. Then I will be introduced, indiscreetly of course, to this fellow, er."

"Phillip Larson," corrected Harry.

"Yes, him, and try to get an invite to this huge get-together, and then collect as much intel. on his activities. See if he's killing muggles, trying to become Voldie's clone and what not? Correct?"

"Well, I suppose that is a way of-"Harry said.

"Just nod and smile." Said Draco, giving him a warning look, he was all too familiar with Hermione's voice of deep irritation.

"Okay, now that I know my mission, I need to practice up on my spells. You know Draco you could have warned me sooner that my magic was draining, I doubt that would have been against protocol." She walked into her room.

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'Oh lord. Oh lord. Oh lord.." She sat rocking back and forth. Trying in a childish way to calm her self down. Every word said.it wasn't like it was particularly mean, but just the demeanor and well, everything. 'Harry. He still cares about me, I mean I saved his LIFE numerous times.I will always love him. Always.But how could he ignore me this long.I guess I never even realized.I should call Ginny.'

She wasn't exactly sure why, but it seemed right.

"Harry?" Ginny asked when Hermione answered; her voice was full of anticipation.

"Sorry Gin, just Hermione. I wanted talk." Hermione heard her sigh in disappointment.

"What about?"

"We've er, drifted haven't we?" Hermione settled herself on her bed. She was really glad she had talked Ginny into getting the phone.

"I guess." Hermione could almost here Ginny shrug.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I've just felt kinda down tonight."

"What finally bored with your gorgeous sex toy, Draco?" Ginny teased, "I know what you mean, though. I've been feeling extremely lonely, what with Harry always so busy with his work, and me out of work right now. Harry and I-" Ginny cut herself off. Hermione, concerned, pulled a pillow beneath her chin. It was the traditional relationship talk position.

"Ginny, what's the matter, you know you tell me."

'It just," She sighed, "Ever since we found out I couldn't have children, Harry seemed kinda down. Right after that he started "staying late" at work. I trust Harry I believe he isn't the cheating type, but Hermione nothing is the way it used to be. When we first married it was as if everything finally fit.and now, the puzzle pieces have popped up again." Hermione nodded sympathetically at the phone.

"Should I come over?"

"Nah, I'll just veg in front of the TV. I can't believe more Wizards don't own them." The more Hermione talked with Ginny, the better she felt. They talked for a while longer until Ginny had to call back her mother, who had recently found out Ron and his newest girlfriend were visiting.

Hermione got up and padded towards the kitchen. Draco would probably be asleep by now so she wasn't worried about the fact she looked like hell. Not that him seeing her looking bad would matter, but oh well, forget it. Hermione saw the coffee pot had gone closed.

"mmmm..coffee." she thought absently.

"Wait! I hate coffee! But oh, it sounds soooo good right now." She ran quickly back to her room and got her wand. Whispering a quick spell the coffee was instantly ready. Taking a sip she head towards her bedroom. Her other thoughts on the whole Harry/Draco conflict were sifting through her mind when, a suddenly:

"Draco! What are you doing this late?" Draco stood looking shame faced in a pair of silky black boxers and nothing else.

"Mmmmm...Abs,"said that little voice in the back of her head that had demanded coffee earlier.

"Er, hi, um just, you know."Draco mumbled.

"Coffee over there," she pointed to the coffee pot. Draco rubbed his head.

"yeah thanks, um Hermione are you, you know.OK with all this?"

"I don't have much of choice now do I?" Hermione said rather tartly.

"Well, you know if it's ever to much, I'll you know, be around." He started to walk past her, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "You had to say something like that didn't you?" She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips lightly to his..He returned it even lighter.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, and ran her fingers through his hair. It was surprisingly soft. She needed comfort, she needed something.

Of course she felt a tiny bit odd. She never was the one to start up relationships, but she had been the one who had kissed him...both times.

All her life Hermione had waited for it, for that perfect kiss, that perfect feeling. She had naturally equated that feeling with Harry; usually her rock, her protector ect., but this. Wow. It went beyond Victor Krum's attempts at making out, beyond her first muggle date with a man named Jack (a miserable failure), and beyond her imagination. Her first kiss with Draco had been good, but this, this was different.

Draco (who was a very experienced kisser) bit her lip a little, and seemed to be teasing her with his lips. She pulled away for a moment.

"What?" He asked, looking at her strangely. Hermione had to see it, she had to double check.

"What?" he asked again as a tiny smile played across her lips. Reaching up a hand she lowered his face onto hers.

"Shut up and kiss me ferret boy," she said seductively in his ear.

He tried to pull up indignantly, but when Hermione Granger set her mind to something....

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione's mother came through the door. Hermione and Draco quickly broke away.

"Mum!- I uh- *certainly* wasn't expecting you," Hermione was blushing a deep crimson.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting to find my daughter in the arms of- What is your name and profession boy?"

"Er, Draco Malfoy and I am a-"

"Draco Malfoy, wasn't he that fellow whom your constantly referring as to the Evil Git with Really Blonde Hair? I thought you loathed him." Hermione blushed even more.

"Mum, that was years ago, and Draco is actually quite nice. How did you even remember?" She tried to smile a comforting smiled but her mother just dropped her suitcase on the floor and came in.

"Well, I never would have guessed!" Janet ** if anyone know the real name for Hermione's mum....or a widely accepted name for her, tell me....tell then she's Janet** Granger eyed the coffee pot with dislike.

"Coffee? You have that vile stuff in here? It stains your teeth dear."

Not wanting to mention her newly acquired taste for coffee and men in black boxers, Hermione covered with quickly with, "so does tea. Now care to explain why you are in my house in the dead of night at a most inopportune time?"

Draco had been wondering this since the second Mrs. Granger had opened the door, but seeing as he had been attempting to snog her daughter, he had supposed it would be best to stay quiet.

Now it was Janet's turn to look nervous, "Well you see, you know that Sally girl, the one that was interning at the practice? Well, your father decided to up and run off with her." She didn't seem upset, just uneasy about what Hermione would think.

Hermione stepped over to comfort her, "Oh, mum I'm so sorry. I'm sure it's just a midlife crises thing."

"Oh I don't want him to come back, the man lost his sex drive years ago."

"MUM!" Hermione looked toward Draco whose eye where like saucers.

"What? It's true! I mean I go to him and he'd just-"

"Oh! Far too much information, um, why don't you take my room, I'll sleep on the couch."

Her mother looked confused, "Why don't I take the spare bedroom?"

"Because Draco's in there."

"So you don't share a bed, but you're perfectly willing to make out in front of the open curtains?"

Hermione looked at the curtains, they were in fact open, and she could see the Johnson's twelve year old son Rick watching the excitement.

"CRAP!"

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