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A/N Hi all! Here is the next chapter. It is a bit longer than the others, so I hope everyone likes it. Happy Reading and enjoy! Don't forget to review.

Pansy's discovery

Weeks had passed since Hermione came to Malfoy manner. Draco was still in contact with Harry, but in the last letter he had said it was becoming very risky. Apparently, Hermione's husband had some clout with the ministry; he was in every other day ranting about her disappearance. The whole ministry was on alert. Harry had apologized for the extreme inconvenience and promised to stop by soon. Although Draco didn't mind her company, it was still quite annoying being stuck in the house for almost a month straight. Hermione was wearing on his nerves to be quite honest. She had been distant since the night he kissed her, he figured it was guilt or whatever, and left her to work out her own issues. It was hard to be this close to someone, with no physical contact. He was after all a very physical being by nature. He decided it was time for him to get out of the house for a while. Even just to go shopping.

"I'm going to run to the market, want anything?" she shook her head no. "Okay, be back later."

He ran down the stairs and into his car before driving off down the lonely country lane. He had the top down and his hair blew freely. It felt like heaven. He sped off towards London not really knowing where he was headed to. Just glad to be out for a little while.

Hermione sat in front of the fire reading and picking at the chocolates he bought her last trip to the market. Boredom was kicking in, but she kept in good spirits. Suddenly she head footsteps nearing the bedroom. He probably forgot something, so she ignored it. The door lock turned, and she barely looked up. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw not Draco, but a woman. Short dark hair and dark eyes. She was scantily dressed and didn't notice Hermione right off. She watched the woman smooth out the bed, sprinkling rose petals onto the satiny duvet. She began to take off her button up blouse and skirt. Hermione's ears went red. She did not want to witness this girl naked.

"Hem, hem…" she coughed, bringing the girl's attention to her.

"AHHHHHHH" the woman screamed, covering herself with her hands before grabbing the clothes she had previously discarded. Hermione found this very amusing. She watched in amusement as the girl scrambled to put her clothes back on.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" the woman asked breathlessly.

"I think I should be asking the same of you." Hermione said suspiciously.

"I am Pansy, Draco's fiancée'." she said boastfully.

"Draco's what?" Hermione asked. She then realized who this girl was. It was Pansy Parkinson, from school. She lowered her head in horror, hoping Pansy would not recognize her since her picture had been all over the news.

"Fiancée. You know, we are engaged." her voice had become very harsh.

"Well, he is not here. I will tell him you dropped by." she lowered her head back to her book, but that didn't deter Pansy.

"Hey, wait one minute. What are you doing in my fiancée's room? Who are you?" she was walking closer. Hermione started to panic.

"Never mind, just leave." she said quietly.

"You were in the paper…didn't you go to Hogwart's? Aren't you Hermione Granger?" she shouted.

"No" she wasn't lying. Her last name was Shanly.

"Yes you are. You are the one that everyone is searching for. What in the hell are you doing here?" she screamed.

"That is between me and Draco." she said knowing it would annoy her.

"Why you little bitch. Thought you could have a little fun with my man did you? I am owling the ministry at once." she was red from ear to ear. And with that she stormed out the door, leaving it unlocked.

'Shit' Hermione thought. Pansy knew. The ministry would be swooping down on her at any moment. She decided to do the only thing she knew to do. Owl Harry. She opened the window and called for Draco's owl. In the meantime she wrote a note to Harry explaining what had happened. As soon as his owl arrived she sent the note off. She had no way of getting a hold of Draco. What if they came while he was gone and drug her back to Steven? She would be dead, that was it. He would kill her when he found out she had been in hiding. She started to cry, thinking of his fists against her head and face again. She had been all to content being here, hidden away in safety. Her breaths became short and irregular as she thought of all the ways she would be punished. And now Draco and Harry would be in trouble too. Harry would probably be fired, and maybe Draco would be sent to Azkaban. She couldn't bear the thought of turning both of their lives upside down. Maybe she could run, keep them out of it. Just then Draco's owl appeared at the window with a reply from Harry.

Hermione or Draco,

Pansy Parkinson just appeared at the ministry claiming she found you hiding in Draco's room. The ministry is sending officials, including me to the manor. If Draco is not there by the time you get this, grab all of your stuff and hide it out of the way. Then go and find a hiding spot IN DRACO'S ROOM. I will be the one searching that room since it is my case. I will assign others to search the grounds and remainder of the manor. Make sure you lock the bedroom door as well. We are trying to discredit her, but Steven is insisting on searching the manor anyway. He also wants to come with us. I have told him no, in case there is danger. Hide quickly and toss this letter into the fire.

Harry

She read this quickly and did as she was told. The letter was tossed and burned. She grabbed her clothes and hid them at the bottom of the hamper. Her candies were hid under the mattress, and moments later she heard a commotion outside on the front lawn. Quickly, she opened the closet door and got inside. Beyond the hundreds of pairs of shoes was a small crawlspace. She carefully opened the door. It was barely big enough for her to fit, but she squeezed her small body into it, pulling the door closed behind her. Her heart was racing, and she heard footsteps bombarding the manor. She heard Harry's voice commanding some of the other Aurors.

"You search the bedrooms in that wing, Jones, you search the first floor. Brock you search the kitchen and basement. You there, search the grounds. You can question the house-elves and Mrs. Malfoy. I will search the rooms in this wing." his footsteps and voice got closer and closer. She heard the lock open and him screaming for her to come out. She was breathing as quietly as she could, but her heart was beating loudly. He walked near the closet and yelled;

"Is anyone here?" she didn't answer. "Good Job Hermione" she heard his whisper. He walked away from the closet doors and rummaged through different things. She heard him leave and close the door behind him. She didn't dare come out yet though. Next, she heard Mrs. Malfoy yelling. It must have been quite a shock for her to be raided by the ministry in the middle of the afternoon. It seemed like an eternity shoved into that cubby space. She felt as if she was running out of air. She was not sure how long she had been in there and she must have dozed off because she awoke with a start to Draco screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I will see the minister of magic about this!" he screamed. "That little hussy Pansy was upset because I dumped her, and I don't know where she concocted this story, but you have searched my home, now you can leave." he stormed upstairs and she heard the lock turn. She hesitated to exit her hiding spot until she was sure who it was.

"Granger? Where are you?" he half whispered. She crawled out of the tiny space, sweating and full of cobwebs.

"Here." she croaked as she dusted the webs out of her hair.

"Oh my gods, when I saw the ministry at my house I almost…well I was worried about you." he said sincerely.

"Good thing Harry took care of everything." she said. "I owled him right away, and he told me to hide my things and myself in here." her whole body was cramped up from being confined to that tight space for the last 2 hours.

"What happened exactly?" he said with a worried face.

"Well," she started, "I was sitting there reading when I heard the lock turn. I slunk down on the couch and saw Pansy getting your bed ready, throwing rose petals and undressing. I coughed a little so she wouldn't show me all her merchandise and she screamed. Then she recognized me. She said she was your fiancée, is that true?"

"No, we were betrothed, but I broke it off a week or so before you came here. She annoyed me." he said honestly.

"Well, she screamed that I was trying to take her man, and that she was going to report me to the ministry. As soon as she left I got up and owled Harry, he owled back telling me to hide my belongings and hide somewhere in your room since he would be personally searching it. I hid in the crawlspace behind your shoes, by the way why do you have so many shoes?"

He laughed.

"Anyway, I heard them searching, and your mum yelling. And that's about it." without realizing it she started to take off her dirty shirt. He looked at her amused.

"So right to it then eh?" motioning towards her bra, which was now exposed.

She grabbed her shirt and covered herself before retreating to the bath, a violent shade of red. She pulled off the rest of her clothing and retrieved the ones she hid from the hamper, and then turned on the shower. Stepping in she felt the hot water cover her body. She washed her long hair and then her body. She looked down at it. For the first time in years it looked normal, healthy, like her old self. There were no bruises or cuts marring its creamy beauty. You could no longer see her ribs or hip bones. She turned off the water and stepped out picking up a fluffy towel. As she dried herself she couldn't help but thinking about Draco. He had been so nice to her, but since that kiss weeks ago she had been short with him. She wanted to kiss him, but her mind and body were conflicted. She pulled on a blue tank top, white panties and white drawstring shorts. No bra with the tank top as it would show. She ran a brush through her hair before returning to the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed looking at his purchases, more shoes. She couldn't help but giggle.

"Have you ever thought about something like 'shoes anonymous?'? I think you have a problem." she smiled at him and he returned that smile.

"I just like them." he said sheepishly, putting them into the closet where she was previously hidden.

"So, how was London?' she asked, wishing she could get out of this room for a while.

"Fine, felt good to get out." he replied, quickly realizing that he was very tactless.

"I see." she said wishing she would not have asked.

"Any plans for tonight?" she asked him.

"No, I got reamed by Potter for leaving you here." he said bitterly. "I am supposed to stay with you from now on."

"Sorry" she said quietly.

"Not your fault."

"What do you want to do tonight?" she asked.

"I don't know, but staying in here is driving me nuts." he flopped on the bed and stared up at the canopy.

"You can go out, I won't tell Harry."

"No, I need to keep you safe. You were almost caught today."

"I don't want you to give up your life to save mine. Just go."

"Just forget it ok? Want to play a game?"

"No, go out and have fun. You are young; I bet lots of girls would love to have a go with you."

He laughed.

"Yeah, there is a line around the block of funny, smart, beautiful women."

"No, really. I will be fine." she sat on the couch and picked up a book she had read five times already.

He laid there thinking. There must be some way he could get out and keep an eye on her too. Then he had an idea. Harry would be pissed, but they both were getting cabin fever being cooped up in this room for that long.

"I have an idea Granger." he said sitting up suddenly.

"What?" she looked up from her book.

"Let's both go out." he said smiling from ear to ear.

"How? People will see me."

He sat there a moment and said

"Hold on, let me check something." and he bolted out of the room.

Moments passed and he returned with a cup of something.

"What is that?" she asked. She looked closer and thought it looked like Polyjuice potion, but it was a slight shade of green more.

"Well, it's a morphing potion. It's kind of like Polyjuice potion, but it lasts for 8 hours. Before my father was caught, he was running around as someone else. He had loads of it stored in the cellar, we just left it there. Now we just need to find something to help you morph." he looked around the room. All that was in this house was his mother's things. Then a light bulb went off in his head. Pansy had been here.

"Granger, help me look on the bed. See any dark hairs?" he held his lit wand high looking for a single hair. None were found on his side.

"Here," she said pulling a single strand off of the bed post and handing it to him.

He added it to the cup and it sizzled and sparked before turning a nauseating shade of pink.

"Bottoms up." he said handing her the cup. She wrinkled her nose at it, sniffing the foaming cup.

"Here goes." she said before downing the entire contents of the cup. She felt strange. Of course she knew what Polyjuice potion felt like having taken it when she was 13. But this was different. It ran down her throat and burned it. She choked and ran into the bathroom, she felt like she was going to be sick. She felt her bones shortening, and her chest enlarging. Her long hair shrunk to her ears and turned midnight black. Her nose shortened and turned upward slightly like a pug. By the time she crawled to the mirror it was such a shock that she almost fainted. She felt her face, and hair, and chest. It was truly weird. She made her way to the bathroom door and when she emerged Draco let out a gasp.

"Oh my gods." was all he could get out.

"I look like a slut." she said looking down at her huge breasts. She was not used to them. She jumped up and down a little watching them bounce.

"Are these real?" she asked Draco, who was completely entranced by them.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean these can't be her real boobs, did she have them, uh, enhanced?" she giggled.

"I don't know, enhanced how?" his eyes never left her chest.

"Oh Merlin." she sighed. "So now what? I don't have any clothes that will fit this, uh, new body."

"Let me see if Pansy left anything in the spare room." he ran into the hall and returned minutes later holding a tiny pleated skirt, white button up shirt, black tank top, and thigh high boots.

"I am NOT wearing that." she said in horror.

"That's all there is." he said. "Besides, that is how Pansy dresses, if you want to pass for her, well here you go." he handed her the clothes.

"Alright." she murmured as she went back into the bathroom and put the clothes on.

'No bra' she thought 'I will probably knock myself out with them' she giggled to herself.

She pulled the tank top on first, and put on some black panties to match. The skirt fit perfectly and then she put on the white shirt, buttoning it all the way to the top. She pulled on the boots which made her look much taller. Running a brush through her now short hair was a weird experience. She looked at herself. Pansy was staring at her from the mirror, but something wasn't right. She unbuttoned the shirt halfway down exposing her chest. That was better. Draco knocked on the door.

"here." he said shoving a small bag at her. When she opened it she found some makeup. She didn't know if it was Pansy's or his mothers. Both thoughts mortified her, but she had seen Pansy and she wore lots of makeup. She took out the black eyeliner and tried to put it on straight. It was hard and she had never worn eyeliner. Next she applied liberal amounts of blush and mascara. She was looking more and more like Pansy now. Finally she finished it with bright red lipstick. There, she was done. When she walked back into the bedroom, Draco was pulling on his shoes. (Black Italian leather) he looked up and saw Hermione, looking so much like Pansy that her own mother would have swore it was Pansy.

"Wow, you look…" he broke off.

"Like a hooker?" she finished for him.

"No, but no one will suspect it is you." he smiled. She returned that smile.

"Where are we going?" she asked as they left the bedroom for the first time in over a month.

"A club in muggle London." he replied as they walked down the stairs to the entry hall. Just then he spied his mother coming out of the sitting room. He whispered 'make your voice higher' before walking over to her.

"Mother, Pansy and I are going out. See you tomorrow." he nodded at her.

"Hello Pansy darling, I am surprised to see you back here after that fiasco earlier." her eyes narrowed as she ran her eyes up and down Hermione.

"I didn't mean any harm by it." Hermione squeaked in such a good Pansy imitation Draco was taken aback. "I was just trying to get back at Drakie for ditching me. I didn't think the ministry would get involved." she giggled madly and batted her long eyelashes.

"Well, darling that was quite enough of that." his mother said before retreating to the sitting room once more.

Draco grabbed her arm and drug her out of the front doors and into his car.

"That was bloody brilliant.' he said, smile beaming at her. "If I didn't know better…" he said winking.

"Thank you Drakie." she laughed. She threw that in to make it more realistic. He scowled at that nickname. They sped off down the dusty country lane towards the sparkling city lights. She inhaled the fresh air deeply, being confined to that bedroom for weeks was getting on her nerves. She was grateful, but still wanted to get out, if only for tonight. Half an hour later they pulled into a street and into a lot. He parked the car and got out to open her door for her. She looked up.

"This isn't a club." she stated.

"I know, I thought we would have dinner first." he opened the restaurant door for her, and went inside.

They ate a pleasant dinner together before heading off to the club. Hermione was very excited. She had never been to a club, even before she was married she was too busy studying to be a healer, and after, well Steven never took her anywhere, not out to dinner, no where. They pulled into the parking lot and she could see the flashing neon lights from the club. He opened the door for her and held her arm up to the club. She saw him slip the doorman some money so they could skip ahead of the line. When they walked in she was overcome. It was loud, smoky, and lights flashed from every direction. He led her over to a table where she set her bag.

"What do you want to drink?" he yelled over the loud music.

"Anything, what would Pansy drink?"

"Ok, you asked for it." he strolled over to the bar and returned moments later with a huge pink drink, foaming at the top with a cutsie pink umbrella stuck in it. She looked at that drink and laughed, but she took a sip and it was quite good.

"Draco, I just thought of something," she said leaning into his ear.

"What?"

"What if Pansy shows up here?" she asked worriedly looking around.

"She wont." he stated.

"How do you know?"

"She doesn't come to muggle clubs. Thinks they are beneath her."

"Oh" she took another sip of her drink. He slammed down 2 shots of whiskey in a row.

"Let's dance!" he said happily grabbing her arm and dragging her onto the crowded floor. She shook her head trying to tell him no, but her persisted. She felt awkward, never having danced before. She tried imitating the others around her, but to her horror they were grinding into each other, bodies close together. She blushed. Draco was dancing in front of her making no move to pull her in, and that was fine with her. She moved her body awkwardly until the song ended. A slow song came on and she headed for the table, but felt her arm being pulled back.

"Come on, you are supposed to be Pansy." he winked.

She felt very uncomfortable as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she put hers up around his neck, which was hard since she was quite a bit shorter than he was. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his rapid heart beat. He was nervous, she giggled to herself again. They slowly danced together, with the rhythm of the music. But for the fact that she looked like Pansy, she was having the time of her life. The song ended, and they sat back down at the table.

"Having a good time?" he asked her. She nodded, sipping her drink. Suddenly Draco's face fell.

"What the…?"