Just Breathe
Chapter 4 - Dinner and A Show
Draco cupped Belle's breast in his hand. He now knew that Granger hadn't came
here for him. She wouldn't have pushed him away so quickly if she had. Every
good operative knew that sleeping with the enemy was the best way to get
information out of someone, especially men, men were most vulnerable when having
sex.
He wasn't like most men. During an orgasm he was still a very dangerous man.
Hermione wouldn't know that though. If she so easily gave away her knowledge of
the different languages they had spoken that day then she would have grabbed the
bait he had dangled in front of her when they kissed, but that's if he was
really the one who she was after.
'She must be after someone else then.' he thought. He normally couldn't have
cared less, he had a job to do and he felt bad for whoever she was after.
The whole situation with the deatheaters had been in works for several months
and he wasn't going to let Granger just walk in and destroy his plan.
His hand started going further up Belle's dress. She was always hot for him, but
with a husband like hers who wouldn't be?
He didn't particularly need anything from Belle last time they had sex he had
gained all the information he needed, now it was just for fun. He wanted to just
lift her dress and screw her against the stone wall. They would be seen but who
would really care in a place that this where morals really meant nothing.
He put his hands between her legs and she moaned slightly, she wasn't wearing
underwear or a bra. That normally would have made his job easier but then
something happened that changed it all. He looked at Belle's face and didn't see
Belle, she was Hermione. It bothered him and he suddenly lost all interest in
screwing Belle. He did feel bad leaving her here high and dry.
He swiftly brought his other hand under her dress and made her come so hard she
had to bite down on his hand to not scream.
When she came down from her high she looked at him. "That was fun, but we've
only just began." Her hand went for his zipper but he stopped her.
"Were finished."
"What do you mean?" She asked kissing him.
"Just that we've had our string of affairs, don't you think it's time you've
found a new playmate?"
Belle smiled, "If you want, we could ask Mademoiselle Granger to come and join
us."
"Not my type." He said quickly trying to get Belle off his case.
"Well, obviously I'm not either."
"Maybe next time." He said walking away.
"Maybe not." She said as she walked back inside with him.
When Draco walked back in and saw Hermione he wondered why the ministry would
send someone as innocence as her into a place like this. She was currently
talking to Belle's husband and he could tell that he was trying to be to
charming for his own good.
He was curious to where the other translator was. 'Probably dead in an alley
with her throat slit. Poor Pansy.' He thought with a bit of sarcasm. He was sure
her small, slender, manicure hands could kill the biggest man. He couldn't
understand why he was still thinking of her; she obviously wasn't after him. If
he just said the word he knew she's be taken care of then he could continue with
his job.
His job.
"My job." He mumbled.
He was getting sick of his job. Tired of all the lies he told to family,
friends, and lovers. He was always pretending to be someone else that he was
forgetting who he really was. He was always Draco Malfoy, but he was always
playing a different part. This time he was playing deatheater with his parents
who always thought he was devoted to the dark arts.
Granger was intriguing him, he didn't quite want to get rid of her took quickly.
Though he did know she could endanger his job. His main job was to get to Mr.
Incense, and he obviously hadn't shown up yet she he could afford to be
distracted.
She had made a mistake, she thought as she put her class of wine down on the
table. She knew better than to drink on an empty stomach. She had learned that
lesson during her Hogwarts graduation, when she drank too much and ended up
sleeping with Harry. As she listened to the conversations around the room she
noticed they were mostly social. She didn't think she would be needed, which was
a good thing as she saw the elves refilling her wineglass for the third time
that night. She was tipsy by the time they passed around the cheese platter.
She probably wouldn't have drank so much if She didn't see Belle walk back into
the room with Malfoy with her lipstick smudged and hair messed up.
Draco had kissed her, then picked out another women to have sex with.
"She could have waiting for the flush to leave her cheeks." Hermione criticized
as she finished another glass of wine. She was making all kinds of assumptions
she reminded herself.
'He's not even my type. Malfoy, so not my type' She thought to herself. Hermione
was about to slide of her chair when Guyer decided to make an announcement.
"Dinner is now being served in the Dining Room." With that Hermione sat down as
everyone did. Draco was the last to enter and the only seat left was by her.
Dinner was finished and Hermione sat and waiting for the others. Sitting by
Draco wasn't as awkward as she had suspected since he didn't glance at her once.
Guyer saw that everyone had finished and rose up.
"This has been a fun evening, there are drinks waiting in the next room, but for
all of you who wish to retire feel free to do so. Mademoiselle Granger, you are
not needed anymore." The dismissal was obvious as she smiled, thanked him, and
got up to go to her room. She was sure that everything she had thought that
night would become clearer if she let the wine wear off.
There was one thing she didn't expect, to get lost. She was sure that is she
continued wandering around she would find her way. After twenty minutes of
wandering she came to a hall. She looked in and saw that this part of the
Chateau had not been restored. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she
screamed.
"Hello, Mademoiselle Granger." She turned around to see Guyer.
"Oh thank heavens its you. I got lost and you scared me." She said bringing a
hand to her chest.
"This section of the Chateau is off limits, Miss. Granger. You can see its been
yet to be restored and its could be very... dangerous. If you would have gotten
into trouble no one would have heard you scream."
"I am sorry, I just got turned around. Can you tell me how to get back to my
room?"
"Oui, turn down the next hall, turn right 3 times and continued down and you
should be able to recognize your wing." Guyer said with a dangerous look in his
eyes, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Thank you, if I get lost I'll scream." She said with a small laugh as she made
her way to her room.
"Just be careful, people here can be more dangerous than I am."
After a while she found her way to her room, she thanked god as she opened her
door; she didn't feel comfortable with the fact that her room had no lock. It
made her feel just a tad bit uncomfortable.
She saw that the room had obviously been messed with when she saw her luggage
moved around. It made sence when she saw her bed and it had one of Pansy's
nightgowns draped over it along with a tray of bourbon. The bed had been turned
down and she saw a chocolate on her pillow.
"The house elves." She said "Idiote." She said to herself as she realized how
paranoid she had been. She gladly took a sip of the bourbon and set it down as
she dressed in Pansy's nightgown and popped the chocolate in her mouth letting
the chocolate melt on her tongue.
She undid her hair, washed off her make up and before she knew what happened she
was standing in the middle of her room staring at the rug, realizing how
comfortable it looked and how the bed suddenly looked to high to climb. She
just let herself fall asleep on the rug.
Draco walked into Hermiones' room quietly; he wanted to know who had sent her.
He looked over and saw that she had drank some of the bourbon he left her and
smiled. He took the glass she had drank out of and finished it putting it down
on the tray. He saw she was asleep on the rug.
"Didn't think that I had given her that much in her drink." He said as he
scooped her up in his arms and laid her down on her bed. 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 saw red lines around her chest
and wondered what happened to her in training to have gotten those lines. He
then realized it was from just a tight bra.
He undid more buttons till he saw her panties. After stopping himself he left
the bed and rummaged around her things, looking for anything. A phone book, a
note, a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it. Anything that could tell
him who had sent her.
After half and hour he found nothing. After concluding that there were no
weapon or papers he gave up.
He went over to her and looked own at her. 'She must be a real professional' He
thought. 'Unless he was telling the truth and really as just filling in for
Pansy. She really could just be a girl with knowledge in languages who thought
she could make a little extra money. He couldn't get a hold of Pansy, he had
tried once with no success, and their magic had been taken away so he couldn't
apparate to her. Hermione might have been telling the truth.' He thought till he
corrected himself. 'If she was innocent then why would she be wearing the wrong
clothes, wrong bra's, and wrong shoes? Why would she lie about her knowledge in
the languages?'
He started to button up her nightgown hill he stopped mid chest and sat down as
he watched her sleep. He laid down next to her and she smelled like Chanel.
"Who sent you, ma Cherie? Why are you here?" He knew she wouldn't be able to
answer for another six hours.
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