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A/N: I'm so sorry! I know I took a long time to update but we are renovating the house and I didn't have a lot of time for writing. Thank you TheSlytherinPrincess13 for your critique iI will try to work on that. Follow me on Tumblr Mabel K.

Warning: M for language and masturbation scenes. If you don't want to read them skip the shower point.

Tales In The Mist

Chapter 3

It took a while to get dressed and glamoured. Granger had straightened her hair, changed its colour to a dirty blonde, which flecked like honey in certain lights, and vanished her freckles. As for him she had changed his hair colour to black, a beard that he hated because of the itchiness, and some glasses. Quite a good glamour charm, he could admit. He wished that he could say he looked like a Black, but he looked more like some nerd who tried to switch to hipster, while she was all okay with a lovely dress. It was the only thing that he liked that he had seen her wear, and coupled with some flats, rather than heels, she was a good few inches shorter than him now. Next time, he swore, he would be the one dressing them.

But there wouldn't be a next time.

Taking them to Greece was a good idea but he had forgotten how slow some things could be there. Okay it was the perfect place to go since the Greek Ministry of Magic spend more time trying to find ways to pocket money without the people knowing, than use their bloody Aurors to see if they were there. And, of course, the same things happened with the Muggle Ministry. Seriously the only thing he could hear on the Greek news was about terroristic attacks and about how their government messed up everything they did and they made their crisis worse other than fixing it.

The airport was crowded and he wouldn't admit it but he was freaking out. He tried his best to not look around like some caged animal. They were going to board a bloody metal bird that based on Granger was totally safe -unless someone hijacked or was a suicide bomber deciding to take the plane down with him, as she had explained- and he was a mister David Blanchard that came from America and spend a month on Greece with his fiancée -he had shivered when Granger had said that to the lady on the check in- Veronica Steward.

This plan sucked but he couldn't complain. He couldn't come up with anything better to offer and they had no other way to go to Japan without getting arrested.

"Are you sure this is safe? I don't want my obituary to say that I died while on the run" he hissed to her as she showed their tickets when the time to board the plane came.

" Don't be absurd it is safe. Just because you don't trust the muggle transportation system it doesn't mean that it is useless. Now for you information we will take this plane until China. I can't say the name of the town but from there we will wait for about half an hour and then board another plane that will take us to Tokyo. From Tokyo we will take the bus and go to Kyoto. There is an old friend there that can help us. He is mute and deaf so whatever you do don't insult him and be patient with him. No one knows about that friend of mine except you, so we won't be found." Granger explain as she found her seat and pulled him down with her.

He wanted the window seat. He really wanted it but he wouldn't nag now. He had had enough. He had enough with this whole bloody story, had enough with running around pretending to be a muggle, had enough dealing with her. She was annoying. Bloody know-it-all that couldn't shut up about things they could do. Who did she think she was? Yes he could depend on her on some things as she had been on the run for a bloody year and the Dark Lord couldn't find them but he wouldn't allow her to boss him around. He was better than her, he had set up a company from nothing, had fought for some recognition when she strolled with the title of ' war heroine' and everyone rushed to roll the red carpet for her. Well damn her, he didn't need her. He could deal with this fucking story with his own means. Go get his mother and live in the windmill until bloody saint Potter and his dogs found evidence that cleared his name. Yes then he would demand a public apology. He didn't care about Granger. She would do whatever she wanted.

His little inner speech though was cut short when the plane took off. Even his experience of masking his feelings couldn't hide his fear and shock. Granger, on the meanwhile, was giggling and he turned glaring at her.

" Why the bloody fuck are you laughing? How come you aren't afraid of this thing flying and you are afraid to fly on a broom?" He hissed as she turned to him eyes narrowed.

" This is far safer that a broomstick and it's amusing how you were acting all cool at the airport and finally freaked out. I wonder if you will burn your clothes after that to not catch muggle germs." She hissed too , making him feel like he had rubbed off on her.

" Oh I was planning to. There's no way I will keep this clothes. What if I die from a muggle disease?" He tried to reason watching her.

" You are annoying you know that?! Can't you keep your pure blood theories for yourself for some damn hours?! If this annoys you so much then why did you keep silent when I introduced the plan and just followed me? I'm sure you have a bunch of things to do. You could swagger all around Greece buying things and sleeping with everything that has legs and then return to England once I've done all the job to prove our innocence and sleep with your fiancée too. What she doesn't know doesn't hurt her, right? And what about your friends? Will you give them each one of the girls you shagged or you would feel too bad giving them your leftovers?" Granger said, her brown eyes flashing with a dangerous glint of the fire burning in them.

"Don't you dare even say her name." he said his voice ice cold, " You don't know me Granger and don't pretend that you know my friends and family. If I were you I would keep it shut and wouldn't put my nose in things that do not concern me." He finished turning away from the woman next to him. Civility be fucked. He didn't care if she got caught. Once this trip was over he would stay in his house and let her do whatever she wanted. Damn the deal they made, he would survive her jinxes.

But then again he remembered what happened to Marrieta Edgecombe in fifth year. That woman still had scars on her face from Granger's curse. He didn't want something like that happening to him and he really didn't know what the payback curse was. He really shouldn't have let her begin the deal and seal it without making her tell what would happen to the one breaking it. Now he was stuck with her. Well there were some times when Granger was okay and that was when she was sleeping or he was in the bathroom.

Yesterday had been a really hard day. He had been up in the bedroom when Granger had yelled that she was going to take a shower. He hadn't really paid attention to her and continued looking through his books for things they could use in their trip. He didn't know how long it had passed but he stood up and walked out of the house to use the open shower. Well not really open. There was a room with walls made of stone and marble floor. His mother had found it delightful and he really didn't mind it in case the bathroom on the inside was unavailable. It really was a nice room. The floor was a mosaic with a detailed picture of the sun and the moon made with small pieces of coloured marble. The room had no door just a really light almost see through curtain. A small window and the shower pipes.

He had everything with him for a nice shower but he froze when he made out a form in there. Granger, it seemed, had found out about the shower and had gone there. Normally he would have left but he was frozen looking at her through the opening the curtain made from the wind. She was hiding a really nice body under the clothes she wore. He knew what he was doing was bad but he was mesmerized. What he saw was the perfect inspiration for a painting. She was there with her face tilted upwards facing the water. He followed with his eyes every drop of water until his eyes fell on her breasts. He could swear that they would fit perfectly in the palm of his hands and the most agonising was seeing the water drops fall from the tips of her nipples. Nice rounded hips and long tanned legs. He could swear that he had forgotten even his own name by looking at her but the pain from his hardened member brought him back to reality and he had fled the scene immediately. In a couple of minutes he was in the shower of the bathroom with the hot water splashing on his back. Whatever he did he couldn't take Grangers image off his mind and his erection certainly couldn't help.

Cursing rather colourfully he stroked his member having in mind her image and what he would do if he and been in there too. How her skin would feel under his touch, how his name would sound as he worked wonders on her breasts, how the feeling of being inside her would feel and before he could fantasize about her climax he had already reached his, emptying himself on the shower tiles. He knew that what he had done was his dirtiest secret but he could live with it as long as he could keep the memory of her body.

Returning to now, he was fighting really had to not stare at her. He wasn't a creep but he couldn't help but wonder what colour was her bra and whether or not she was wearing one of those satin ones that allowed one to see the small perks of her nipples from the light material of her dress. Oh how he wanted to slap himself. He had had many girls with far greater bodies and Astoria was a really beautiful woman with long milky white legs that could make all his fantasies come true but Granger? Granger was the forbidden fruit. A jewel hidden from the world that begged to be found. It was ridiculous to think that Weasley had her for a while. He didn't deserve her. She needed a man that wouldn't bore her, a man that could match her intellectually, and a man that would make her feel every bit of a woman and that could set her on fire with the same intensity that she could. A man like him. No, no, no that was wrong. That was his lust talking. He was a great man but he certainly wasn't the man that deserved such a woman.

Closing his eyes he let all his tiredness take over and drag him to sleep. His mind had taken a strange and forbidden path. The Granger path was a path he had forbidden himself from wandering ever since school. He had dirty little secrets but he wouldn't allow himself to dig up all of them regarding Granger. She was a chapter in his life that he had forced to close and he wouldn't let it open again.