Triwizard Tournament: (AU) Assassin, (Character) Mandy Brocklehurst, (HoH OTP) Dramione, (Restriction) no pronouns

Assignment 4: History of Muggles: 2a - Write about someone following directions.

Chocolate Factory: Write about Draco Malfoy: word prompts: aunt, abusive, grass, duck, plant

Word Count: 897

we kill, we love (just don't kill the love)

"Go left."

"Left?"

"Yes, left—no, Hermione, now you've missed it!"

Hermione grinned sheepishly, looking at the man in the passenger seat and smiling. "I didn't hear you, Draco. I'm sorry."

"Yes you did!" Draco exclaimed. "You even replied to me! You're just useless."

Hermione and Draco had been working as a team for years. Some might call that team the best team of assassins that the force had ever met, but a few close friends knew that Hermione and Draco both just really liked killing people—Hermione had a bad history and killing ran in Draco's family. Mandy Brocklehurst was the one to first make the team a thing, deciding that Hermione and Draco would work well together.

Mandy wasn't wrong. Every kill that team made together was done well. An abusive father? Found dead after what seemed to be a pub fight gone wrong. An assumed murderer? Gone in a flash. A child-rapist? Well… let's just say it was deserved.

Despite the way Hermione and Draco worked as a team, the bickering was something people had to get used to. Hermione was used to always being right, and Draco was used to everything going the way that Draco desired, so when something opposed those beliefs both reacted violently. Whether it was with words or weapons did not matter: all that matter was that many of the people that disrespected those beliefs were dead.

All but three: Hermione, Draco, and Mandy. Mandy didn't mind telling Draco when something was not rightfully Draco's to claim, nor did Mandy mind telling Hermione that what had been done was wrong. Both members of the team trusted Mandy's opinion, and therefore held Mandy in a higher position of respect than anyone else. Hermione, Draco and Mandy made an unlikely trio of friends, yet it worked. All three respected each other, and listened to each other, and worked well together. Most of the time.

Back to the story at present. Draco was giving Hermione directions, who was trying to listen yet failing miserably. The gunshots at a recent killing had weakened Hermione's ears considerably, so it was a mission trying to hear anything correctly. Draco had seemed to have forgotten that.

"Just turn around." A short sigh. "We can try again now."

Hermione nodded, making a U-turn before getting back to where it had started. This time, the car did go left, past the fields of grass and a few slow cars. "You're going too fast," Draco complained, just for the sake of complaining.

"Do you want to get there before Andromeda leaves, or not? You know that she isn't going to stay there forever, and Bella is going to pay us a huge sum if we do this."

"I'm not sure why my aunt hates Andromeda so much, beyond the usual hate as she didn't join the family business," Draco muttered, seemingly talking out loud to nobody in particular, before talking louder. "However, she won't leave in just three minutes! You can afford to slow down to seventy miles, Hermione."

"Somebody has to be a risk-taker," Hermione shot back. "You're just a wimp."

"No, I'm not. I'm reasonable."

"You're just afraid that you're going to die in something as pathetic as a car crash." Draco didn't deny it. "I'm a competent driver, Draco!"

"Turn around this roundabout, onto the third exit," Draco replied. "That is, if you can follow directions."

"I can!" Hermione turned around the roundabout. "See?"

"You're so impressive that I'm shaking in my shoes." Draco grinned. "Joking. I love you really."

Hermione blinks, before replying with: "You better love me. I'm all that you have."

Hermione follows the remainder of the directions before stopping outside of an abandoned car park. Opposite the car park was a block of flats, which Hermione knew that Andromeda would leave in five minutes to get to work. Slipping the mask on, Hermione turns to Draco, whose blond hair is covered by another black mask. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Together, Hermione and Draco entered the car park, barely an image of the building that the car park once resembled. Hands were clasped together as the duo ducked under low archways and small signs. Hermione heard Mandy's voice through the earpiece. "Are you there now?"

"Yes," Draco whispered back, reaching a gap in the wall that looked out to Andromeda's house. Three minutes until Andromeda left for work.

"Good. We've got camera's watching you now, so we know if we need to help you. Put your guns up."

Hermione complied, looking through to see where Andromeda would walk out. Any second now…

There! Oh, no, that girl had bright pink hair and a pretty face. Probably the child. Draco's head shook, a silent signal to Hermione showing that Draco knew. Andromeda would be next.

A few minutes passed. Another woman walked out, brown, curly hair that could rival Bellatrix's. That was Andromeda. Draco nodded, so Hermione positioned the gun. One. Two. Blam!

A scream. A tyre squeal. "Run, Hermione, run!"

Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and ran off in the direction of the car. The escape would be easy. The easiest bit of the whole killing is the escape, after all. Like a trip in the park.

(Just another day in the job.

Just another day with Draco by Hermione's side.

A normal day with Hermione and Draco killing people before making love back home.)

Um. This is crap. I hate Dramione. Ew.

~Buttercat.