Just Breathe

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This is only my second Dramione fic and my 2nd Harry Potter fic. lol. This story is greatly based on the book "Black Ice" by Anne Staurt but turned Hogwarts. I don't use much from the books. Other than the obvious. They both went to Hogwarts, always hated each other, cause he was a snob and she was a Mudblood.

Draco Malfoy is a spy for the Ministry of Magic. While attending a meeting of Death Eaters who were planning to destroy the world, Hermione Granger, unbeknownst to what is happening, walks in on the operation. She is told she is only there to help translate different magical languages but soon realizes that her clients aren't the shopkeepers that she was told but the most powerful Death Eaters in the world. Soon she is on the run with Draco Malfoy… running for her life.

Chapter One - Life after Hogwarts

Life after Hogwarts wasn't all it was cracked up to be. While in Hogwarts you think, 'After my seventh year, I will be a full fledged witch or wizard. A number of options are opened to me', at least that was what Hermione Granger thought as she graduated from the school.

She had planned to do something, she just didn't know what. People were surprised when they learned that the girl with the best marks and the girl with all the answers didn't even consider what she was going to do after she graduated. Yet, she wasn't the worst off. Pansy Parkinson had been kicked out of her rich home after her parents found out that she didn't want to marry the infamous Draco Malfoy.

Pansy didn't admit it but it was in fact it was Draco who didn't want her; she would rather be kicked out then admit someone didn't want her. Pansy was also now a gold digger. She went after men three times her age and hoped they would fall for her so she could convert back to her old life. She also, unlike Hermione, jumped in the sack with anyone, especially if they were rich and looked on the verge of death.

Well, Hermione had been kicked out too but on her own accord. She wanted to grow up and after living for two years with her parents after graduation she took a look at her life and realized she didn't like it. She wanted to be an adult and she realized the only way that would happen was to move out, get a magically based job, and make money to live her life.

When she was scanning the newspaper she found the perfect place, in Paris, France. She was excited because she took French in her Muggle schools and taught herself during her spare time at Hogwarts. While there she had also taught herself Spanish, German, and a few other languages that weren't used as much as the other three.

It was a small two-bedroom flat, one bath, and moderately cheap. Well cheap meant nothing when you were broke, but she had been saving and knew she could live off of it for a few months before she found a job.

When she had realized it was with Pansy, Queen of Slytherin, she panicked and pretended like she was interested in the apartment for a cousin who she couldn't name at the time. Pansy knew it was for Hermione and declared a truce. Hermione accepted with a smile and a handshake.

It had been six months since then and Hermione had gotten used to the place and used to Pansy, in fact Pansy had gotten her a job where she worked. Pansy spoke French too but not as well as Hermione. Pansy worked as a historical book translator and had been there since she had graduated. She was a few positions higher than Hermione and made double the money. Hermione had gotten stuck as a children's book translator. It killed her.

She had to live paycheck to paycheck and she hated how Pansy was the one with the designer clothes while Hermione still slept in an extra large flannel t-shirt.

Hermione did like that they translated magical books because at least she didn't go back to her Muggle ways after leaving Hogwarts.

Hermione sat in the staff lounge as she looked over some of the books she was supposed to translate. She sipped her warm coffee and flipped the pages. She hated this. She didn't want to read about The Adventures of the Magical Blade of Grass and she couldn't get herself to finish it. Maybe she was doing it subconsciously because she didn't want to get to her next project, The Muggles and Their Wacky Ways.

Spending her life going over children's books did not satisfy any part of her. She wanted sex, which she had not had in at least a year, action and adventure (she hadn't had that since she was at school) and she even wanted violence. As she looked over The Adventures of the Magical Blade of Grass she was desperately hoping the worm would jump the grass as they were always bickering. She then realized it was pathetic when she wanted characters in children's books to get it on.

"Why the hell are you here so early, fillette?" Pansy said strolling in the room with a suitcase in one hand and a folder of papers in the other. Hermione ignored the odd items in her flat mate's hand and answered.

"Just wanted to get an early start on these books," she said, putting down the book, "What are you carrying those for?"

"For you," she stated matter-of-factly.

"For me? Why?"

"Well you know how I take those translation jobs to make a little extra money… God knows I can barley live off of what I get here."

"You mean double than me."

Pansy smiled. "Yes, but you know Jean-Marc?"

"The 60 year old cancer patient who's worth billions?" Hermione asked, looking up.

"That's the one. He wanted to take me to Nice for the week and how could I tell him no?"

"So..." Hermione wondered.

"So, take my place."

"I can't," she said the moment the words left Pansy's mouth. She wasn't the fly by your pants kind of girl.

"Why not?" Pansy demanded.

"It's too spontaneous for me."

"Listen to me, if I cancel I will never get another translator job. Do you know how bad it'll look if I just cancel? And you are one of the best. Please, Hermione. Live it up; you are always saying you need a little adventure. Besides you make there a day what you make a month here. Hermione, please. You don't do much and they have great things to keep your time occupied. Please, it's just shopkeepers discussing wand and cauldron prices. Please, how hard could it be?"

Before Hermione knew what happened she agreed to the madness. Pansy had taken a brush to Hermione's long hair; her hair had gone to the middle of her back and was less frizzy as it used to be. Within five minutes Pansy made her look wonderful, Hermione couldn't do this even after spending an hour on her hair and make-up. She looked gorgeous. Pansy handed her some clothes and ordered her to change. She did and came out in Pansy's designer clothes.

She knew it was important to her if she was willing to part with her clothes.

Within ten minutes Hermione found herself in a limo. She asked Pansy why she couldn't just Apparate there and Pansy said that entrance was a big thing to them. They had sent the limo especially for her.

Hermione sat in the limo wondering why she didn't bring a book or anything to occupy her time. Four hours later as the limo pulled into her destination she couldn't believe all the security. So many checkpoints and guards. Why would they need this many guards for a shopkeepers meeting?

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Teaser for next chapter:

"You are not the one who we hired." He stated. Hermione's face fell. "Yes, well, Ms. Parkinson couldn't make it, she sent me instead." Guyer thought for a few moments.

"I am sorry Ms. Granger, but I don't think we will be needing your services."

"Oh, Mademoiselle Granger, I forgot to ask. Do you only speak French or do you speak any other languages?" Hermione didn't know why she lied but she did,

"Only French" She said and Guyer gave her a smile and a nod. "Good thing."

"Get your head out of your pants, Malfoy. Your womanizing is going to complicate things. Men don't do much thinking when they are between a woman's legs."