A/N: Oh goodie, this is chapter two. I hope you like it and enjoy it. I'm sorry if there are still some typo or grammar mistakes, I'm still looking for a beta.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the silly, old, Bongs, and the sandstress ;)

DANCING WITH BEAST

Hermione Granger looks around. This place is beautiful. She's standing in some kind of garden, but not just any garden. It is wide, with stone floors, vines on walls with small flowers, and multiple plants dangling on the canopy. The sky above her is exceptionally blue, and the air is really light.

"Where is this place?" she mumbled.

"Idina," the woman of her dream appeared again, this time, Hermione can see her full body, and this time, she's walking. She wears a white long gown with bodice and long sleeves. There are small braids on the side of her hair, and her fringe is a perfect cut of Cleopatra fringe. "Garden of peace," she added, and Hermione thought that she was talking again about the place. She doesn't look too pleased though, she seems cold and… upset.

"Why am I here? Who are you?" Hermione asked, confused. Is she dead? She remembered buried in sand and her side is badly wound.

"One question at a time!" the young woman snapped at her, looking annoyed. "This is what you get when you ignored other people's warning and acted fool!" she crossed her arms in front of her body.

Hermione is trying so hard to focus and catch on with what the young woman is talking about. "Are you talking about the man?" she guessed.

"How should I know? But I certainly know that there must be some warning before you entered the temple," the young woman cocked a brow.

And Hermione caught on something in her head. "Are you-?" the young wizard stuttered.

"Now, I need to make sure something," but the young woman ignored her. "Do you, or anybody, take the black pot?" and paced around the room.

"What black pot?" Hermione brows furrowed.

The young woman stops pacing. Her mouth opens in a gap. "It's important, that nobody take it away from the temple, or there'll be catastrophe, and I'm not talking about disaster or something, I'm talking about a powerful entity," she turned to Hermione and explained sternly.

"What?!" causing Hermione to yelped. She just died and this young woman talked about how her world might be in danger by some catastrophe? An entity? What entity?

"Don't what me! It's your fault to be so reckless," the young woman huff her and talked in bossy way. Hermione can't help but think how eerie that was, that the young woman's way of deduction is a bit like her arrogant ways in explaining something in her early years at Hogwarts. Especially when she was talking to her friend, Ronald.

"A-are you positive?" Hermione got her head back on the game. If she's telling the truth then it'll be a nightmare, she has a lot of people she loves in that world.

"I'm the last one that seal the entity into the pot, so I perfectly, know him so well," the young woman said in a matter of factly.

"Then you are-!" now, Hermione is really sure about her identity.

"Stop yelping and start to be responsible! Make sure that the pot still there," the young woman waved her hand in annoyance, ignoring her again.

Hermione sighed in disbelief, whoever this is she's talking to, she's not a fun to work with. "As much as I want to do it, I can't," she shook her head. "I think I'm dead," and stated sadly.

The young woman narrowed her eyes. "Can you feel your heart beat?" she asked. Hermione glanced up at her-since she's taller, think about what she just said, and feel her heart. There's a small, non-stop, constant thump, in her chest. "Figures," the young woman mocked her annoyingly and Hermione almost shot a glare at her. "You're not dead, I won't talk to you if you're dead. That man save your life," the young woman spun on her heels and started walking away from her.

Hermione stuns. "Malfoy?" she voiced her disbelief.

"Yes, I heard you name him before you pass out," the young woman stop walking. She claps her hand, and some vine from the canopy above her goes down slowly, softly. It entangled to one another and formed a beautiful swing. "Now, I need to warn you if that pot is not in its place, you must secure it with all cost. And if it gets out, then you likely have less time until they found it," she sit on that swing and talked to Hermione as if the information is nothing.

"They who?" the young wizard eyed her in curiosity.

"The one without magic, but experienced enough to kill you wizards," and she answered seriously, very, serious. Her eyes looked at Hermione's, straight and full of confidence. "A small advice from me, if they do come, keep your head down and lay low," she warned for the last time before everything went white.

The next thing she know, Hermione woke up in some kind of a hotel room with dark decoration; grey wallpaper, white sheet, black bed cover, everything is gloomy. "H-Harry?" she called when she spot her best friend sleeps on the couch.

"Hmm?" Harry Potter opened his eyes. "'Mione..?" and mumbled as he watched her trying to sit. "Hermione!" he finally awoke and realized, turned on his feet, and stormed at her.

Hermione feels so dizzy, like she can throw up in any minute now. And her limbs still feels very weak. "I'm sorry Harry…" she said apologetically when Harry duck onto her bed to hug her tightly. She can feel how worried he might have been, and quietly pat his back as he mumbled you're alive and thank god at least three times.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked as he pulled away and sat in front of her, now he looked really happy.

Hermione smile and try to move her limbs. "Still weak, but I'm fine, I guess," she stated shortly.

Harry let out a long sighed. "I've been worried sick. The healer said we can fix you, but it's been three days since you pass out," he told her with sadness in his eyes.

Hermione nodded. "Tell me everything Harry," and asked him. She is scared about what she might hear, but she has to, especially after the woman in her dreams warned her.

"I think you should focus on resting, Hermione," Harry shook his head.

"No. I want to know, I pass out enough," Hermione protested. "Please," and begged.

He melted. "What's the last thing you remember?" and asked tiredly.

Hermione try to remember. "Malfoy," she said as she remembered Malfoy was in the ruin with her, screamed her name, and because the sandstress-she likes to call the young woman that-told her that he saved her life.

"I didn't know what exactly happen. It happened so fast," Harry started. "I talked to Bongs about your warning because after you talked to him he seemed still want to explore that place. Suddenly I heard a loud noise, screamed, and when I got there, the floor was missing, swirling down. You were holding Malfoy's arm, and when I was about to levitate you both, another sand wave and both of you were gone," he explained, his eyes darkened. Hermione thinks that it must've because he memorize the moment where he thought he lose her, because she would look like that when she thought she's losing him.

"Go on," she rubbed her thumb on his warm skin, encouraging him.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized.

"For what?" Hermione cocked a brow.

"I had to make some professional procedure. So I evacuated those who survive, asked for reinforcement from the ministry," he said abruptly and stopped, seems unsure. "In short, I left you drown in there. I'm sorry. Some part of me told me that you're still alive, but my mind yelled that you could've been dead and I have to find you soon, but I…" he continued after she called his name. He looked into her eyes with a guilt in his own.

"Harry, it's okay. I'm safe now, it's all that matter," Hermione calmed him and shook his hand playfully. "I perfectly understand. If I was you, I might do the same," she added. "Now, continue," and before Harry could object, she told him to go further.

He sighed and pulled his hand from her. "After the reinforcement came we secured the victim, and I looked for you everywhere. I started to panic when I didn't found you after an hour," he looked down at his feet.

Hermione doesn't say anything for a while. "How many died Harry?"

"Eleven," her best friend stated.

Hermione feels a sudden pang in her chest, like someone just cut a small part of her heart. She wants to cry but she doesn't want to make Harry more worry than this, and crying won't solve the problem, she always tells that to herself. "This is all my fault," she tried not to sob, but her voice is shaky, and her body began to tremble.

Harry returns his glance to Hermione. "No, Hermione. This was Bongs fault. Remember, you warned him," he grabbed her shoulder and assured her softly when he saw her breaking down.

Personally, Hermione still think it was her fault to begin with. She knows what caused that. She'd been warned, but she didn't listen. She'd so stubborn, and in a way, arrogant enough to not take the warning from the man seriously, because he was nobody for her. Because she still the same Hermione that knows-it-all. But she can't tell that to Harry. Not now.

So she nodded, because he seems to want that. "Proceed," and muttered after she saw his expression relaxed.

Harry let her go. "Then Malfoy came out of nowhere, brought you on his back, and there's awfully a lot of clothing around your neck. You seemed dead, and at that time I don't know if you died because of blood loss or because you choked in that material," and continued, half serious and half joking. He earned Hermione's small laughter while he smiled. "After that we got you outside and just in time to heal you. You lost too many blood though, that's why you're unconscious," he finally ended his story.

Hermione nodded in understandment. "What about him?" she asked worriedly.

Harry raised a brow, and Hermione felt like he shot back her question at her.

"Harry, he saved my life," Hermione bit her inner cheek and slap her best friend's arm jokingly.

"True," Harry admitted, half-heartedly. "He got minor injuries and broke his leg, but he's okay now," and answered her.

"Hmm," Hermione felt so relief.

"I did thank him for saving your life and he mocked me to his heart content," her best friend stated the obvious.

Hermione chuckled. "Thank you," she grabbed his hand again and said sincerely.

But Harry shook his head. "No, you should thank him. 'Mione," he gave her a small smile.

She nodded. "What about the temple," and let his hand go.

"Closed until further investigation," Harry shrug.

Hermione heart sank, how the hell is she supposed to know about the pot if the temple is close. "Where are we now?" she looked around, decided that she will think about it later, when she's alone and there's no interruption.

"In France. Bongs will going to have a party in two hours to celebrate the project success and to fund raising for the victim. There's also a display or some sort from the brand new things which found in that temple," Harry told her, thick dislike is in his voice. He hates Bongs now.

"Is there any black pot?" Hermione tried her luck.

"I don't know," Harry cocked a brow. Of course he doesn't know, Hermione thought. "Why?" he studied her and that's not good for her.

"Nothing," she answered shortly. "Then I guess we must get ready for the party, don't you think?" then Hermione smiled teasingly, tried to diverse his attention.

She is success. "Yeah, we need to show Bongs how wrong he is," Harry couldn't agree more. She tries to stand, and Harry help her until she able to stabilize herself. "But, are you strong enough Hermione? You still pale," he eyed her worriedly.

"I'm perfectly fine," she pat his shoulder and walked passed him to her purse, where her things is.

The black pot is there, across the dance floor. Guarded by some men, and Hermione can't stop looking at it. It doesn't look strange or anything, but still, she feels something weird and eerie from it, its aura is pulling her since she entered this room, that's why she found it quickly. She wants to look at it closer, but she figures that it'll be weird if she gets too close, besides, no one seems to mind that pot, except her. And if the sandstress right, she has to be careful about some spies that might already infiltrate this place.

She figures that no way muggles can pass a wizard defense, but the sandstress said that they're not just any muggles, they're non-magic people, and from her words, Hermione assumed that this non-magic people is experienced in killing wizard. It makes no sense because she never heard such a thing before, but the sandstress sounded really convincing, so she needs to be alert. Her wands have to be ready at any time, and she bring her purse with her, in case anything bad happen.

But first, she needs to make sure if it's really the pot. She needs to look closer. But how?

"The walking dead," she heard a familiar voice coming from behind. She turned around and found her nemesis slash savior standing there in all his glory. Years and experienced has changed him, now when he stand, he never sneered or give out an arrogant attitude, he just seem cold, elegant, classy, and people, even though they know nothing about him, will at least put some respect on this tall beautiful man. Even tonight, he's handsome than ever in his black tux and fur mantle. His hair combed back, exposing his intense, blue eyes. It reminds Hermione on his early years in Hogwarts, he used to really like that hair style.

"I'm still alive Malfoy, obviously," Hermione chuckled, figures that she can't just avoid him like usual because he just saved her life. "And you too," she shrug as she realized how handsome he is tonight. Suddenly, she feels relief since she also dress very nicely. She wore a silver gown with A-line shape which falls until her mid-thigh, and dark blue lace and fake gems on each side of the dress. She already combed her short hair neatly, wearing her mother gift's earing-it's a blue diamond, and she's very proud for her make up today. Somehow she able to pull off that dramatic looks for her eyes. She knows she's sexy, Harry told her that she looks hot before he went to grab some drink and called his girlfriend.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Malfoy walked and stopped next at her, and if she slightly pay any attention to him and not fully absorb into that pot, she might realize that Malfoy looked at her with some interest in his eyes.

An idea pops in Hermione's head. "Hey, you have some free time at the moment, yeah?" she looked up at him, inquiring.

"What?" he raised a brow. "Hei!" he protested as she doesn't answer him but pull him straightly into the dance floor. "What the-" he whispered harshly as they stop in the middle of it.

"One dance. Don't be so stingy Malfoy, wash your hand after this if you like," Hermione narrowed her eyes at him as she putted his hands around her waist and hers on his shoulder. Normally, she wouldn't be this brave and daring, especially, this is her ex-nemesis. But now she's been so desperate to check that pot, so even Malfoy is an option.

"I'll even have to wash my clothes," the young man sneered as they start moving. Thankfully, it's a slow dance.

"Suit yourself," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, and thank you," but then, she crooked a smile, half-heartedly, even though her words are sincere.

Malfoy scoff. "I saved your life, I think I deserve more than a thank you," he demanded sarcastically.

"Fair enough," Hermione nodded. "I'll… think about it," and glanced to the pot. They're dancing closer and closer to it.

"Who are you looking at?" Malfoy noticed her distraction and followed her line of sight.

"Huh?" Hermione looked back at him.

"You're not trying to make anybody jealous, right? If I recalled, Weasley is not invited," her dance partner smirked that arrogant smirk.

"What? Of course not," and she blushed, ashamed.

She calls back the time when she broke up with Ron, it's very complicated. She called it off first, but then she regretted it and when she wanted him back, he refused to, and it made her down for like… a month? Two months? Five months? Well, everybody in her team knows, and when Malfoy joined, some of them probably informed him, since he teased her about that in the first week, almost made her crazy and spun to spin kick him.

Thankfully, Harry takes no side between Ron and her. He tries to be as fair as he could and he knows how his best friends sometimes acted like fools. And Hermione and Ron still keep in touch and try to nurture their friendship as normal as possible. The three of them passed and encountered many things together, even death. That's why, the bond is just too sweet to be broken or forgotten. No matter how Hermione might still feel.

"Then you know what that means right?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Hermione asked back, she frowned. She's afraid that Malfoy will tease her again.

"I'm your dance partner, it'll be rude for not paying attention to me Granger," the warlock state coldly, feeling rather annoyed. Hermione is shocked when he suddenly pulled her closer until their chest meet. She blushes a little and try to hide it. His grip is strong and firm on her waist, he smell like mint, and his blue orbs are piercing her chocolate one.

"Certainly," she said, unsure, suddenly loss her capability of speaking coherently. It confused her, but it doesn't take a long time until she absorb back into that pot.

Malfoy stares at her impatiently. This is the first time that a girl doesn't squeal, chatting non-stop about him, melt into him, or just completely paying attention. He runs out patient after five minutes and she still distracted. "What are you planning?" he shook her waist and pulled her closer again until Hermione have to arch her back just to make sure they're not bump completely into each other.

"Nothing!" she snapped at him, feeling annoyed since he'd interrupting her. She took a quick last glance to the pot and back at him, knowing now that it is the right pot. She prays for the dance to be over. It's not fun to begin with, but now it's just irritating since her dance partner is watching her movement very closely with his sharp eyes, his grip on hers is getting uncomfortable since it's somehow become hard and a bit hurt. She wonders if he does this on purpose for her ignoring him.

A few moments later, the song is over to Hermione relief. She mumbled thanks and start to walk away when Malfoy suddenly grab her arm and pulled her to a more seclude place. "What's in that black pot, Granger?" his question is straight and clean and sends her to the top of the edge.

Her mouth opens in a gap, she can't belief that he noticed that. Of course she can belief it, he's an auror. Hermione try to regain her composure as fast as possible. "I.. don't know," and answered. She's telling the truth though. He's still staring at her intently. "Uh, enjoy the party," she pulled her hand away in a quick movement and pace back to the party, thinking how scarier Malfoy right now.

"Hermione!" Bongs called her name in excitement when he spots her. "I'm so glad you alright, darling," he kissed her cheeks when she walked to him.

"Yeah, me too," she stated, in a bit sarcastic, actually. She still can't belief how unwise Bongs have been, and how sly he is right now. And he's one of the very reasons why she almost died there. This charity thing at the party is just a mask to cover his mistake.

"Don't worry, there will be a bonus for you in the end of the month. Will it make you feel better? Do we have an agreement?" he took Hermione's hand and talked persuadably.

He doesn't even bother to apologize! Hermione thought. "Of course," but she just nodded. The last time she involved with such major disagreement with Bongs, she almost ended up losing her job and her reputation. She'll get back to him one day. When she has enough money she will open her own research and beat the crap out of him.

"Good girl. Now, escort me and my guess," Bongs patted her cheek amusedly. She's disgust and tries not to shove it off her face. She forces a smile and let him when he put her hand around his arm as they walk around together with his guests.

Like usual, he filled them with his self-sacrifice and self-greatness stories. And they just belief him, they'll just listen to anything he said because Rita Skeeter make them belief that he was some kind of hero in her articles. Hermione is 100% sure that they slept together.

"Mr. Bongs," she called her boss when she escort him to grab a drink.

"Yes Hermione?" he smiled and looked at her from under his sunglasses. She never understand his obsession towards sun glasses, he likes to wear them even though in night.

"I see that you have a lot of artifact in this room," Hermione started and looked around.

"Yes, beautiful, isn't it?" Bong couldn't agree more and looked around with her.

"Very beautiful," Hermione faked a praise and astonishment. "But the one that interest me is that black pot, do you know what that is?" she then scanned at the black pot.

"Oh, that? Yes, it's peculiar isn't it, oddly I can't help but admiring it either. I guess we have the same interest," Bongs nodded and explained in amazement.

"Yeah, I wonder about it because everything is gold and that's the only thing that black," Hermione lured further.

"It's still unidentified, but I already have my team research for it. Of course, it'll probably better if you can work on that too, obviously after you're healthy enough," Bongs laughed and said jokingly. But Hermione knows that he is serious.

That could be what she need though. She's sure that the annoying sandstress will agree with her. "I'd be glad to, and don't worry Mr. Bongs, I'm here, that means I'm perfectly fine," she nodded and assure her boss.

"Oh, I'm so relief, you're such a big help," he looked so pleased because Hermione agreed straight away. "You will start after we get back to London, which is, three days later. Is that understandable?" he asked her.

"I can hardly wait," Hermione drank her whole champagne.

After some chit-chat, she finally left Bongs to find Harry. Her best friend has this some addiction to alcohol, so she needs to make sure that he's okay. Ginny, his girlfriend, is trying to help him, and Harry does want to stop, but Hermione knows how hard it must be to suppress the thirst in a party like this.

"Hermione, where were you?" Harry found her, he gestured to a table, where dinner waited for them. He smells clean and she feels guilty because that means he doesn't touch any liquor. She's supposed to trust him more.

"I'm talking with Bongs, and-" Hermione smiled and walked with him to the table when suddenly, everything is black. There's a lot of gasp and chatter around the room. "Harry, what happened?" Hermione grabbed onto Harry's arm which she found easily in the dark because he practically standing next to her.

"A black out? It's normal," Harry said as he pulled out his wand, and like the others, muttered an illumination spell.

But Hermione knows that it's not normal. She had a bad feeling about this. She pulled out her wand and grabbed her purse tightly.

Suddenly, they heard some glass breaking, things shattered, and screams. Some already yelled spells and the room is lit with red and yellow, and in between, Hermione can see some dark figure infiltrating the area. She thought she saw something silver before a wizard suddenly collapse. A knife? Weapons?

"This is far from normal," she yelped as she ducked a charm.

"Hermione, stay close," Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door. He planned to secure her first, knowing that she still hasn't healthy enough. But the door is block by some gruesome scary looking creature, it crawling in four legs, its body is slicky and slimy, and there are thorns on its mouth and eyes.

"Oh my God!" Hermione stopped running.

"What was that!?" making Harry stopped with her.

"That's an Echidalrous!" Hermione eyes widen in horror. One touch from this creature, and they'll badly hurt and infected by its toxic.

"A what!?" Harry yelled at her as he pulled her again to his other option.

"It supposed to be extinct three hundred years ago!" Hermione informed him. Cold sweat begins to drip from her forehead. She's not fully heal, so running around like this is exhausting her, especially when she wore a pair of stiletto heels. And she can't stop thinking about how that creature manages to get in here, and how in the world whoever that raid them got it, tame it. "The pot! I have to go Harry!" she suddenly remembered the pot and stopped running.

"What pot?" Harry turned at her, half panicked half furious. He sent a curse over her shoulder and she could hear someone yelped and something fell, probably that someone. "Where do you think you're going?" her best friend shouted when she yanked her hand off from him and try to run away.

"No, you don't understand. Please, trust me! After I get the thing out, we'll be safe!" Hermione explained in terror when he grabbed her hand again. She doesn't have much time!

"I'm not risking you for the second time!" Harry pulled her close and talked firmly in front of her face, his eyes are deadly serious.

Hermione is touch, but he can't change her mind. "Trust me! I'll contact you I promise! Hold on tight to Dumbledore Army coin," she whispered helplessly.

"But," Harry protested.

"I love you Harry, stay safe," Hermione lifted her wand and held the urge to back down.

"Hermi-" Harry tried to stop her but it's too late.

"Stupefy!" Hermione shot a curse straight to his chest, and the next thing she knows, her best friend is laying on the floor. She gasped but quickly put a protection charm on him as she duck a knife and knock down her pursuer with the same spell. The reinforcement from the ministry should come any minute now, Harry should be safe.

After that she walks to one of her unconscious pursuer and check him. She expected him to be a non-human or demi-human, but he's as human as she is, and this terrified her because there are really some non-magic people who can fight against wizards.

Hermione left him and head straightly to the pot place. She got in time because two raiders just get it out from its glass box. Hermione petrify the one on the left, and the right one turns at her instantly, prepares to throw a knife at her. She's ready to attack him back but someone beat her first. Her attacker fell to the floor, unmoving. The black pot is still in his arms. So she run at him quickly, kneel beside him, and retrieves it.

"I know you'd be around here, Granger!" Draco Malfoy stepped out from the shadow.

"Malfoy!?" Hermione almost got a heart attack, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are widening in fear.

"Now, tell me what the fuck is happening and what's with that fucking ugly pot?!" Malfoy is forcing her to stand and demanded.

The situation is getting more and more chaos. The reinforcement from the ministry has arrived, and they start battling the-should-be-extinct-creature. If the raiders won, Hermione can't let them have this pot, and getting this pot out of here is probably the best way to save Harry and the other wizards. If the ministry won, and she doesn't secure the pot, they will realize that the raiders was trying to get the pot since it's the only one which its box broken, and her feelings told her that this mustn't mingled with the ministry, at least not now.

Either way, both scenario end up with her running with the pot. And even though she's afraid that Harry might fall victim, she just have to belief in him, and have the courage to leave him, like he did.

"I have no idea, really! I just know that I have to secure it," she told Malfoy the truth, again. She doesn't seem to lie well in front of him.

"As much as I hate that ugly pot, I heard some people talked about it, pretty famous don't you think?" Malfoy snarled and released her hand, now realized everything. He's mad at her. He's mad at her because she's telling no one about what might happen, not even her best friend, or him, while both of them are aurors. She's supposed to tell them so they can take precautions and reduce the casualties, even if she wants to keep it a secret.

It's frightens Hermione, how Malfoy growled at her, but it's also give her an idea. "Malfoy, can… can…" she stuttered after an explosion behind them.

"Spill it!" Malfoy turned at her and yelled roughly, after that he send series of curses to the middle of the room.

"Can you help me getting out of here? Until I found somewhere safe," so Hermione burst out.

"Are you shiting me?" Malfoy looked at her as if she's crazy.

Another explosion and she's send to her urge. "Please! I'll be forever in your debt, and I never broke my words! Everyone will be safe after I get out of here with this bloody pot!" she begged.

She's surprise when it doesn't take a single second for Malfoy to hesitate. "Take my hand!" he lured his hand at her, with softer tone.

She take it and he apparate them.

Hermione almost fell when they landed. Her feet feels extremely weak, cold sweat dripping from her whole body, and she almost throw up. Everything is so much calmer, it's quiet, and she's stumbling around in a wide, elegance, reading room-a mini library.

Again, she's surprise when Malfoy hold her waist and arm to stop her from falling. She grabs onto him and sigh a relief as she kick off her killer heels. After that, Malfoy bring her to one of the couch. "Sit," and order her sternly, even so, he put her there gently.

She doesn't have any energy to do anything. So she just sit there while watching him walking to a small table near the window and pour a liquid from an expensive looking bottle into two small glasses. After that he walks back at her and hand her a glass.

It's sherry, she knew it because she drank it in one gulp, earning a look from Malfoy, who she realized, just saved her three times! "Where are we?" she looked around. It's dark outside the window, so it's till probably night.

"My house in Paris," Malfoy took a sip of his sherry.

"We're still in France?" Hermione mouth gapped open.

"Exactly. Whoever that was must've thought you run far away," he nodded.

"That's a genius plan," Hermione admitted, half dreamy. She wipes the sweat on her neck.

Malfoy cocked a brow, but decide to mock her about it later. "Now. Tell me everything Granger, what's in that pot?" instead, he asked her with calm, dangerous, tone. Just like snake boring its fangs on its prey.

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