Just Breathe

Previously on 'Just Breathe'

:"I still say she's trouble," said Mr. Perty again.
"Don't repeat yourself, its unnecessary."
"Welcome to the Chateau, Ms. Granger." He took her hand. "We are very grateful that you were willing to fill in at the last moment."
"Merci, monsieur. I am quite nervous though."
"You'll do fine. Drinks are at seven with dinner at nine, please feel free to join us. We will not be doing business tonight, just social. We might not need your services but we do have our lapses. It would help us if you were there."
"How available will she be?" Draco said raising an eyebrow. He was try to keep up is façade. "I may need a little recreation."
"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."

Chapter 3 - Out To Kill

'Who the hell would send her here?' Malfoy thought as he watched her. 'The Ministry must have sent her, probably to kill me, or to watch me. The Ministry might have sent her to kill me; the Ministry was good, but never able to be trusted. Why else would they send such a powerful witch here?' Draco wondered.

He had known the moment they had spoken Italian outside that she knew every language that had ever existed. She wasn't very good at hiding it at all. He knew that if it had taken him only seconds to figure it out, the others would know soon. Those Death Eaters weren't geniuses, but they weren't completely daft either.

'Who the hell sent her?' He questioned himself again. 'As far as I know, no one expects me, but I can't take my chances.' He continued thinking as the elf left. He wanted to know who would send this little lamb into this jungle with wolves.

When he looked into her eyes, he saw nervousness, shyness, and surprisingly sexual attraction. He then thought, she might be better than she appeared, maybe the shy demeanor was part of her act, to put him off the scent. Had she come for him, or perhaps someone else, someone more dangerous than him? Once you were in the secret part of the Ministry, they keep you there or they kill you. He was convinced that they had sent her there to kill him.

'Granger sure had changed,' he thought, 'her brown eyes and soft lips, were just the thing that would kill me.' Would he let her? Probably not.

The mission was supposed to be simple; Granger had just complicated it.

It was his job to find out what the Death Eaters were up to; they worked with him before and didn't hate him. These specific Death Eaters weren't ones to play with at all. Guyer was in charge of the details about what was going on with the Death Eaters' little plan, and Malfoy had to either figure it out and stop it, or kill them all. Malfoy didn't mind which one he had to resort too.

Draco had learned not to trust anyone, including the Ministry. They could decide on a whim that he wasn't needed anymore and he could be gone. The Ministry was a very good organization, but like with every rose, there were unseen thorns. If they really wanted to get rid of him, they needed someone a little more knowledgeable to do it, and who knew him the most other than Hermione?

She was either there for him or for the others. Maybe just for information, maybe to kill someone. Guyer himself could have hired her. He would find out who sent her and why, and the sooner the better. He had to plan carefully. If she was as good as he expected, then one mistake could mess everything up. It would be a shame to rid her of life when she hadn't had a chance to see what kind of dangers she had gotten herself into.

He just wished he knew why she was there.

Hermione was kind of giddy. She'd taken a quick nap, and a warm perfumed bubble bath. She even dressed in Pansy's perfect designer clothes, and put on Pansy's expensive make-up. A few minutes before she had to meet everyone, she slipped her feet into a pair of very high heels.

Pansy had underwear that would make anyone blush. They were just very the line, sexy and expensive. Hermione was used to wearing plain white, cotton underwear; she preferred the sexier kind but she couldn't afford it. She preferred to spend her money on things that would actually be seen. Yet Pansy spent a lot of her time in the lingerie store.

Hermione didn't plan on having any type of company for the night, so she wasn't worried. She hated to admit it but Malfoy might be a distraction, but she was no way interested in married men.

This job was supposed to be a piece of cake, just translate a few words about wands and cauldrons. So then why the hell was she so on edge? It might have been because of Draco, and his bedroom eyes and sexy voice.

It would be a day in hell before she admitted it to him. She was just so tired, and Pansy's clothes were so in-your-face; maybe she could just fake a headache early and get into bed quickly.

Hermione went over the plan again in her head and, once satisfied, she left her room.

Draco was leaning up against the window opposite of Hermione's door, looking at his watch. When she came out, he smiled.

"A beautiful woman who shows up on time, how delightful." He said with a smirk. She hesitated; she never was one to speak out and this was no different.

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Of course, we are the only ones in this wing on the Chateau and I can't leave you to get lost and wander could I?" Hermione again got a feeling that something wasn't right. She was getting paranoid and she knew it.

"I'm sure I could have managed." She lied. She heard he was married and a womanizer, she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Malfoy..."

"Draco." He said with a smile. "Call me Draco." His voice was as smooth as silk.

"Draco, I don't think this is a very good idea."

"You're involved with someone? Not that that makes a big difference. You know what they say, what happens here stays here."

How was she supposed to react? Malfoy was coming on to her. Malfoy, ferret boy, Draco, King of Slytherins was coming on to her.

They walked much of the way to the social event in silence.

"I'm very attracted to you. I don't remember you like this." He was very straightforward and that made Hermione very nervous. Before Hermione knew what was happening, he put his arms around her and proceeded to kiss her. His hands and lips were touching her. His lips were on her forehand; she didn't know what to do with her hands. He advanced on her and kissed her on her mouth. Just as she was about to sink into the pleasure of his kisses, which were unbelievably intense, her head started to get in the away of her desire.

She knew it was a performance.

She pulled away.

"Malfoy, you are attractive and I know that you are playing some kind of game with me, but stop."

"Game? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy, Draco."

"I guess I'll have to convince you." He said, reaching for her again; she had almost let him when Mr. Guyer interrupted them.

"Aren't you two a little late?" He said in a very conservative way.

"I had trouble finding my way; Monsieur Malfoy was just helping me find my way."

"I'm sure he was." He said raising his eyebrow.

"Your father is waiting for you, Malfoy. Behave yourself; we have work to get done."

"Bein sur." He said, leaving Guyer and Hermione alone.

"You should be careful of him, Mademoiselle Granger." Guyer said tuning to her.

"I know his type. I will be fine."

"You are very young and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you." It was his English accent that made him seem threatening. It had been a while since she had been in England and she almost had forgotten how intense an English accent could be. Hers, Pansy's and Malfoy's seem non-existent compared to Guyer's. Why did she feel like she stepped into something dangerous? What could be dangerous about a few shopkeepers?

She followed Guyer into the room where many were seated, talking about nothing in many different languages, all of it only gossip. She arrived just in time to see Malfoy step outside with Belle; as he walked out, he turned to Hermione and gave her a smirk.

As she left, Belle's husband approached her.

"Mademoiselle Granger, what are you doing here sitting with us old cooks?" He said with a smile. "Obviously someone as young as you could find more interesting things to do in Paris, a young man waiting for you, perhaps?"

"Sadly no." She said as he sat down.

"Don't fret, Miss Granger, you'll find your one. My wife is thirty years younger than me, but I do give her a lot of room to ... entertain herself."

Hermione was shocked. "Very generous of you."

"She and Malfoy went to the terrace to steal a kiss or two; I doubt that would curb her appetite."

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione questioned.

"I saw you watching them. Malfoy and my wife play whenever they see each other. He's not for someone as innocent as you are."

"I am here only to translate monsieur, not take part in dangerous flirtation. I'll be fine." That was the second person to warn her tonight of Draco.

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Teaser for Chapter 4:

He then looked at the nightgown. It was beautiful and it buttoned up from the top to the bottom. He undid a few buttons exposing her chest to him.He undid more buttons till he saw her panties