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Chapter 30: Golly Honey, That Was Fast

The next week passed in a blur. Lucius had still respected her choice to not sleep with him, though she had to kiss him several times to keep him from becoming suspicious. But Hermione had spent every spare moment with Draco in various broom closets about the Headquarters. In fact, they were in a closet when Draco jumped back, as if he had been burned.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, her lips swollen from their kissing.

He clutched his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Duty calls."

Hermione speculate what Voldemort would want of Draco as she dressed.

She didn't see Draco again until early in the afternoon. Luckily, Hermione was alone in the library. He snuck up on her and kissed her before she could get a word out.

"I have to tell you something," he said when they finally ended their kiss.

"What is it?"

Chapter 31: Are You Now Or Have You Ever Been?

Buffy: You're not getting the brush off. Are you just going to come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
Angel: Aha! Boyfriend!
Buffy: He's not. But he is in my heart.
Angel: That'll end well.
Buffy: And what was the highlight of our relationship? When you broke up with me or when I killed you?

"Well-" Draco was interrupted by two men walking in.

"We're sorry," the taller man said, not sounding sorry at all. "Are we interrupting something?" He looked from Draco to Hermione quizzically.

"Do I know you?" Hermione asked.

"They're-" Once again Draco was cut off, this time by the shorter one.

"Honestly Mione, I think you're taking this double agent thing a bit too far."

Hermione's heart began to race. Mione? Double agent? She squinted at the pair. On the tall one she saw flashes of red hair and on the shorter one, an outline of a scar.

"Harry?" She asked in disbelief. "Ron? What are you two doing here?"

"Never mind that," Ron said, waving his hand. "When we walked in here you two looked pretty cozy. Care to explain?"

Harry scoffed. 'Oh, come off it Ron. They were keeping up appearances."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "In an empty library?"

Despite her utter confusion, Hermione recognized that Harry and Ron didn't have the whole story. She glanced at Draco with a look in her eyes that clearly asked 'what the hell are we going to tell them?'

Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. He had more important things to worry about, none of which include Weasel and Potter's disdain for his and Hermione's relationship. At the moment, he couldn't care less what either of them thought.

"No, we weren't just keeping up appearances. And just for your information, we weren't supposed to see each other since Hermione's stay in the dungeons. But we couldn't stay away, because we're in love! We're lovers! And here's where things get sticky because now Hermione is living with my father who has, for lack of a better word, 'the hots' for Hermione. Does that answer your question?" Draco finished his rant and whisked himself out of the room.

Hermione groaned and covered her face for a moment before she ran after him.

Harry and Ron just stood where they were.

"Wow mate," Ron spoke first. "That was a bit of an over share."

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Hermione finally caught up with Draco in a broom closet much like the ones they used to shag in.

"If you wanted sex, you only had to ask," she teased Draco who was crouched in a corner.

"We have to talk," Draco's words stuck a ominous note in Hermione.

She sighed. "I'm listening."

"How much do you know about my past?" Hermione shrugged. "You must know something," he prompted. "Between Lucius and Potter I know something had to've come out."

"Not much," Hermione answered truthfully. "I know that during those years no one could reach you, you were living with muggles. And there was a woman named Elizabeth involved."

Draco took a deep breath. "Elizabeth was the first girl I fell in love with. I met her shortly after I ran away and we lived together for two years. But Voldemort found out where I was an with Lucius' blessing he staged an ambush. All my flat mates were killed. Including Elizabeth. I knew then that anyone who'd destroy something so pure and innocent was nothing but evil. So I went first to Dumbledore and then to Voldemort. That was year and two months ago."

"But why are you telling me all of this now?" Hermione was still reeling from the amount of information which had just been thrown at her.

"Because I might not have another chance. Because I don't want to leave any secrets between us. Because I want you to know why I acted the way I did. Because I love you. Take your pick."

"I chose all of the above," Hermione kissed Draco gently. "What do you mean you might not have another chance?"