Chapter 18 of I Work for You:
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Summary: Draco hires Hermione to be his 'wife' so his boss will approve of their deal. Only, Draco didn't expect to fall in love with Hermione. DM/HG.
Recap from Chapter 17:
"You know … it's been four hours and,"
A Draco Malfoy had suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, with his wand pointed at Chris's forehead.
"Uh, hello Malfoy."
"Draco!" exclaimed a relieved Hermione.
Draco turned towards Hermione and smiled to see that she was safe, when she screamed, "Watch out Draco!"
Chapter 18:
Draco whipped his head back to stare at Chris, and he swiftly ducked.
The flowerpot that Chris had been holding, intended to drop onto Draco's head, smashed to the floor.
Draco thanked his Quidditch practices for such amazing reflexes.
Chris cursed himself for not having his wand. When Draco … or rather, Malfoy, had apparated right in front of him, Chris abruptly dropped his wand promptly on the floor, and now it was trapped under one of Hermione's high heels.
"You won't get away with this!" growled Draco.
"How dare you steal Hermione away from me!" screamed Chris. "She was my girlfriend, and maybe she still would've been my girl if it wasn't for you!"
Hermione frowned, "Idiot! Stop talking about me like I'm not here."
Chris threw a murderous glare at Hermione, and then smirked at Draco.
"I know your secret. You aren't married to Hermione are you? You're just using her," sneered Chris, not unlike Draco in his days at Hogwarts.
"What do you mean?" asked Draco; hiding his shock that Chris knew his secret.
"You don't love Hermione do you? I loved her for such a long time, and I'm not using her."
"What do you know of love, Chris?"
"I know that in your mind she'll always be a Mudblood."
Draco flinched.
"What? Are you scared? Hurt? Isn't that what you always used to call her back in Hogwarts? Why are you so touchy now? Do you know how much you hurt her?" roared Chris.
Hermione, who was now sitting in the chair with her hands and legs tied together, was behind Chris. She looked disgusted.
"You jerk! Stop talking about me like I'm not here. You have no idea what I felt when I was younger. You weren't even there. And besides, do you know how much you hurt me? You made me suffocate. Which is why I ended the relationship. Get that through your thick skull," she said, glaring at Chris with hatred.
Chris intentionally ignored her, and said, "You don't love Hermione, do you?"
Draco looked helplessly at Hermione before he turned and stared straight into Chris' eyes.
"I do love Hermione. What are you going to do about it?" he said, coolly.
Hermione's mouth opened in surprise.
Chris' eyes opened wide. He had not been expecting that.
"Well … you … I … er …" he stumbled.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Well, you're not going to get her. She's mine!" Chris said, as he ran to the back of Hermione.
He reached over to the table on his left and pulled out a sharp knife.
"If you come closer, I'll … hurt her."
For Chris could not bear to kill his lover.
Draco sighed, but he raised his arms in defeat.
"Fine, just don't do anything drastic."
Chris smiled evilly, "Like what?"
"Kill her perhaps?" continued Chris.
"Look, how about you give me Hermione, and I won't report you to Fudge?"
"Hah! Fudge, what does he know about anything? He's just a stupid idiot who thinks he's all that. He must be really dumb to be giving you his job."
Draco glared at Chris, "What?"
"It's true. I mean, what do you have that will make you such a good Minister? Even I can do better than you."
Hermione, who was still locked in Chris's tight 'hug.'
"Chris, let go of me," said Hermione.
"No."
"Let go, you're hurting me."
Immediately, Chris loosened his grip, but his arms remained around Hermione.
"Don't you enjoy this? Doesn't it remind you of when we were dating?" Chris whispered, into Hermione's ears.
"If anything, it reminds me of how utterly dumb you are," she said, in a dull tone of voice.
"Aren't you … scared of me?" he asked, whimpering.
"Hermione, I thought you loved me…" he trailed off.
"Chris, I'm sorry to say, but I never loved you. I mean, perhaps when I was younger, but now I've matured and I'm not the same person I was before. Please understand that."
Chris slowly released Hermione and looked away, "Oh, I understand…"
"And so do I," said a voice.
The three turned around and standing in the corner of the room was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself.
"Minister," said Hermione, in a strangled tone of voice.
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