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V. Chapter
V. Chapter
"Knock, knock!"
The banging on the door was more then irritating and every sound of knocking was creating more pain in the ears than Draco could take. The first thing he realized was that he was still in his bed and that something bad had happened as the pulsating pain in his head tormented him, a pesky reminder of something that he forgotten. Draco simply pulled the pillow that was under his head so that he could put it over his head and block the noise.
Unfortunately for him, even with a pillow on his head, he was still able to see who entered in his room and the pain didn't stop.
"Aren't you dieing, Severus?" Draco couldn't help but smirk—pissing off his former professor became his hobby, especially since Snape enjoyed tormenting and embarrassing him in public. "I really should stop listening to the gossip, especially those who makes me happy. You never get want you want these days, right Snape?"
"You should know that best, Draco. Protecting Hermione and watching her with her boyfriend – not the greatest thing that ever happened to you."
Maybe Snape did enjoy saying those last few words a bit, but the expression on Draco's face was the one for remembering. The young heir finally remembered what the reason of pulsating pain in his head was, and it was a sight to see for old professor.
"Oh, I shouldn't have said that." Draco was grabbing the pillow so hard in his hand that his knuckles were getting whiter by a second. The legendary jealousy and possessiveness hit hard. The Malfoy men never liked when other men touched, talked or, God forbid, slept with their wives. "It's not like you care…too much for that information."
Draco got up from the bed and, with his back turned to Snape, he asked him, in the most neutral voice he could: "So…Who is he?"
Snape hid his smile in the nastiest smirk, but Draco still amused him even now. "It's not like you care, Draco. I mean if you did, you would never sign divorce paper or would you?"
Draco turned around angry looking more pissed than Snape seen him in years and it's not a secret that Severus really reveled in it far too much.
"YOU are one big gossip bitch, aren't you?!" He turned around, practically spitting saliva on his former professor as he yelled. "What do you know about him?"
"A professor of magical Egyptology, known for his brilliance—something for which you are not, by the way—his name's Aton Mohammed. Mother's French and father, obviously, came from very rich and very old Egyptian family. He enjoys horse riding, light reading and good wine. Do you wan to know anything else, Draco? Maybe you want the name of his tailor or favorite food."
"Like I said, you are one little gossip bitch."
Severus smiled, showing everyone one of his yellowish teeth, feeling more alive than he had in moths. It was no wonder that he got sick after his retirement, he missed bugging all of those idiotically students. Ah, the good old days.
Draco rushed to the bathroom. Maybe to puke his heart out if he had one, or maybe to just shower to forget the pain, it's not like Snape ever cared. He could always be loud enough to bug Draco.
"I would advise you to hurry up; after all, there is a two hour difference between Cairo and London unless, of course, you want to see Hermione in another man's bed… Then again you might get off of seeing your wife naked after so many years."
Severus left the room and hurried up his steps as entered into Malfoy library. He put in the mean time a hand in his pocket, grabbed little bit of magical glittering powder and thrown it at a fire place.
"Albus, everything is going as I planned."
"Does Draco suspect that he is being manipulated?"
Severus smirked, a little bit annoyed. Dumbledore had many Slytherin characteristics, but he never could understand them.
"Please, he is a typical Slytherin. Even if he did notice that he was being manipulated, he would never confess or do anything in retaliation that quickly. Why? Because then way he would have to confess that somebody is better than him and we simply don't do that. Our revenge is much smarter than that."
"So that is the reason why so many Slytherins died before they could get even, rather pathetic if you asked me."
Severus couldn't help himself not to comment, with a certain coldness and annoyance in his voice. It was one thing that he commented his house, but completely different when Dumbledore did it. "Gee … thanks."
"I do hope they end up together, but I would like more than anything that Draco's service as bodyguard were not needed. Egyptian government discovered the body of the pregnant women in the desert, her corpse was covered in magical signs and it's not good."
"Death eaters?"
Even though Dumbledore's head was being devoured by fire, Severus could still see worry on his face.
"Whatever is going on, our dear Hermione is in the middle of that."
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One angry look after another one at old Victorian clock. Hermione Granger was pissed. First, Dumbledore manipulated into accepting bodyguard and then, of all the people in the world, he picked her ex husband. That was not the only thing that annoyed her.
Even if she somehow managed to forget that Draco was returning in her life, curator of Cairo Museum gave himself a right to butt in into her excavations, nearly destroying 17 months of hard work.
She grabbed a pen and started to poke her desk with it, still staring into old wooden clock. Maybe it was slightly illogical to be upset, but she never knew what was going on in her relationship with her husband. Maybe they did split in relatively harmonious terms, but their divorce gave new meaning to expression 'messy divorce'.
Mutual accusations, loud arguments, burning each other's stuff in public, very public relationships with other people…in few weeks their life became soap opera and she couldn't stand it anymore. She simply took her stuff and went to Egypt, accepting first offer she received. So last few times they saw each other they argued and try to injure each other, but she wasn't too nervous that she is going to see him again.
Aton entered in the room holding in his hands yellowish parchment.
"I finally translated the letters of high Priest of the temple of the Thoth—had a lot of trouble with translating the real meaning of the parchment."
Hermione smiled feeling for the first time that she was relaxing.
"Did you use 'Video supernus liquidus' with adding on the parchment a drop of crocodile tears?"
Aton smirked as he sat down on the big chair. He crossed his legs appearing to be very comfortable in Hermione's office.
"I do like how you treat most people in our business—you know, like they are idiots, but only you know that—but please don't do that to me, I already sometimes hate you."
Hermione laughed, still feeling slightly upset, but now she knew that she could handle everything… even that blonde asshole with a fetish for expensive… well everything. Aton was an even bigger expert than her, but, still, after working for so long with people that were good, but not even close to be good as her, working with Aton became real pleasure even though she would never confess that to him.
"Let's continue before your husband sees me." Aton put the parchment on the table while spreading it for Hermione to see what he managed to translated ignoring the raised eyebrows and Hermione's foot that tried to hit his. After knowing Hermione for years, however, Aton managed to avoid the jabs like a pro. "I know everything about your passionate relationship. I really wouldn't like to be here when two of you see each other, jump and have rather crazy sex on the table."
"I don't think so."
"Why not, sweetheart, maybe your friend might learn a move or two."
That voice froze her entire body even though the temperature was rather high. The chills that passed through her veins reminded her how Draco had a sexy voice or how after years of not seeing he still managed to affect her. She cursed him in a few languages, turned around in a chair raising her head proudly like nothing happened.
"Who says that he already doesn't know?" Draco was leaning on the marble pillar in the room dressed all in black giving an impression that scared people. Draco's eyes became even colder than she ever saw and as he started to walk towards her, in her head a sight of a tiger elegantly walking towards its prey appeared just as he looked more and more like a dangerous man that conquered the space leaving only two of them in the room that stared at each other feeling only the presence of their bodies. "Maybe he is good, but I'm simply better. You know that and your body does too." He whispered into her ear as his hand touched hers, making her feel seventeen once again with crazy hormones and without an ounce of control too. Damn that man!!
"Aton, may I present my arrogant ex-husband Draco Malfoy?" She put her hand on his chest and pushed him slightly away from herself, knowing now that she could resist him without a problem, but would just have to be miles away from him to do it. "Malfoy, this is my colleague and friend, Aton Mohammed."
Aton got up and offered his hand so that he could shake with Draco. Draco smiled like they were best friends and somehow Hermione knew what was going to happened even before Draco evendid it. He did squeeze Aton's hand, but Draco punched him in the face with his other.
Hermione was furious with his always had to prove that he was alpha male. He would be one after she kicks his ass, he thought rather angry seeing Aton covering almost instantly his nose which started to bleed.
"Malfoy, what the hell was that?"
Draco smiled like an innocent child, something he never was.
"There was a sleeping bug on his nose, for all you know, I might saved his life. You should be grateful not pissed because I didn't use typical Gryffindor method."
Hermione walked towards Aton, putting her hands on his shoulders and started to walk with him towards the bathroom. Before they entered, she looked at Draco, silently promising him hell when everything is over.
Draco took a deep breath still watching at the beige doors of the bathroom where Hermione was, his Hermione. But she wasn't his anymore.
Her hair was little bit lighter and so shinny that he wanted to touched it. Her cheeks were rosy and eyes glowing from content. She was still the same girl he used to know—feisty, sexy, brilliant and with a guy on the side that saw the hell and heaven in her.
Aton was tall with darker skin and hair, but the way he talked and behaved was more than obvious that he was raised in high society. He hated him instantly as he was the type his wife liked. Brainy, quite, nice guys but in the end she was always drawn to blokes like Draco.
He looked at the floor looking with disgust at the green bug that lied on its back. Without a sound he withdrew his wand from the pocket as he silently vanish the bug almost looking excited.
Draco sat down the chair and with a smirk on his gorgeous face he waited.
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I added as you can see in the story many new words or places or something like that.
Thoth – he was the god of writing, wisdom, learning, and the moon. According to myth, Thoth invented writing, was the author of the Book of the Dead, and was the vizier and scribe of the afterlife. Thoth was a self-created god who invented magic and the hermetic arts.
Video supernus liquidus – the closest meaning is something like 'to see above the obvious', my Latin is not the best thing in the world so if its wrong… I hope that you would be able to forgive me
I hope that you like this chapter and that you will review it. Any critics is good because it helps me to improve my stories.
Antonija