We're in the Hogwarts library, and she's not looking for a book. She's looking around her, scanning the room, and my heart leaps into overdrive.

"Hello, Granger."

She sees me, and a wide smile splits her face. It's still closed over her teeth, crinkling the corners of her eyes instead, lifting slightly more up one side of her mouth like she might be trying to suppress it. But she can't. I see the look on her face, in her eyes.

My girl.

I close the gap in two strides and press my lips to hers, as she winds her hands up the back of my neck through my hair.

"You're back," Granger breathes against my mouth, and I can't stop the gooseflesh on my arms. "I thought it would be longer. You said it would be, so I -"

I kiss her, interrupting her words. I want to promise it'll never be long, I never want it to be long, but I know it's far too much to say too soon. It's only been two days.

I fall into another hole of desperate longing instead, working my mouth up the side of her neck to her ear. "I missed you."

I want to ask a dozen things: how's her new dorm, has she been bored - is she remembering how much time passes - how was seeing Krum? But faced with her in the flesh, right now, all of that sounds awful. It can wait. The only thing I want to do is feel her skin under my hands.

I want to make sure she never thinks about an ex-boyfriend. Granger's the only one that matters to me. I want to be the only one who matters to her.

Running my hands down her sides, I love the sharp curve from her waist out to her full hips, then around to her delectable arse. I haven't paid nearly enough attention to that but she doesn't get anything out of it, really, so I force myself to wait. I can't help gripping it in my hands, though, squeezing her into me as her hands slide under my shirt.

This witch will be the death of me, I think, as her nails follow what feels like every muscle I have on my front; every one is clenched tight. And now she's got one solitary fingernail moving down my stomach.

Swallowing hard, I move my mouth to her ear and relish the way she shivers under me. Gripping her arse, I pull her up and onto my waist.

Granger wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles behind me and I know she can feel my heart racing against her chest. I walk us over to the larger study table to our right and set her down on it. She keeps her heels behind my thighs, keeping me pressed tightly against her and I need to breathe.

Fuck, if I'm not careful tonight, I'll be back to my earliest imaginings of her. I drop my forehead onto the top of her head as she starts tugging my shirt up. I let her, doing my best to keep a slight mental distance from what my dick is trying to do between her legs.

('Please, Draco')

I roll my jaw and need to focus, just for a minute, but I behave myself and raise my arms so she can tug off my shirt.

"I want you," she whispers into my neck, and my mind short-circuits again, my vision going white.

I was so completely unprepared for this. I should have wanked, not counting the Occlumency I should have done. Instead, I wasn't thinking about seeing her before Friday. I wasn't thinking about this at all

('show me how')

and now I'm going to bite through my own lip trying to keep control.

I have to forestall this long enough to get some semblance of restraint back. I'll overwhelm her otherwise. I have to get out from between her legs, even if we're still clothed from the waist down. Strategically, I step back an inch while I work her own shirt up.

Hoping to leave her with a point of comfort, of modesty, I leave her bra where it is after I pull her top off. I move to the button on her denims next, and she doesn't show any reluctance when I pause over it. I unsnap it in one and work to wriggle them down her hips, delighted when she lifts them slightly off the table to help me.

I take a moment to look at her now, sitting on the edge of this study table in the library in her bra and knickers. I don't care how cliche this fic must be; she only seems to see me. I want it to be that way forever. Only me.

"You had a visitor earlier," I say cautiously. Granger's just buttoning up her pants and glances up at me. Her face is still flushed, her hair wild and tousled.

The way her lips are just slightly parted gives me another rush of arousal.

We've graduated to 'mouth stuff' - or at least, I have. I have a solid feeling she's not done 'mouth stuff' before and I'm probably out of luck for a while on that count.

I'll love it when it happens, but I'm not minding the lack of it. Not like I would have assumed I would. Not given how often it appears in my fantasies of her.

She's still catching her breath and I feel a savage rush of pride that I did that for her. I want to ask about Krum while her cries for me are still on her lips.

"Yes," she confirms, sounding a little surprised. Surprised that she had a visitor, or surprised that I asked about it?

"What did he want?" I work very hard to keep my tone neutral. I'm not sure I manage it as well as I'd like.

Granger looks at me curiously. "Just to say hello," she says, "I haven't seen Viktor since Bill and Fleur's wedding the summer before - before seventh year."

My seventh year, she means. She went on the run from there, a miserable time for everyone. But still, that was just over two years ago. It hasn't been that long since she saw the Bulgarian.

I need to be careful about phrasing, here, for more than one reason. "How long is he in town for?"

She furrows her brow. "He didn't say. He didn't stay very long, in fact, but he said he'd try to drop back by if he could."

I bet he did.

I can't stay with her tonight. I wasn't planning to be here at all, but now that I am, I have one final topic to broach with Granger before I go.

"How do you like your new dorm, with Luna and Ginny? Is it better to have peace and quiet, or do you find it boring?"

Tilting her head, Granger assesses me. "How did you know I'd moved?"

We'd discussed this last time, just a few days ago, but it was more me questioning whether she would favour a move. Is her mind blanking on her again, or is this just different phrasing? I probably should have asked if she did move dorms first. Bollocks.

"I heard," I say vaguely. "Do you like it, though?"

She nods, eyebrows slightly lifted as if she's surprised to find that she does. "I don't like that it's smaller, but I like having fewer people."

This makes sense, I suppose. She spends an awful lot of time there. The larger room allows for more real estate in the most basic sense of things. I wish there was a way I could get them outside. Maybe there is. I'll have to think on it.

"How are Ginny and Luna, anyway?" This passes for acceptable conversation no matter how I look at it, but I also want to know. I get reports on Ginny from Blaise, but not the sort Granger can provide. And Luna - I haven't seen Luna in months, not since I first returned to the park.

"Ginny is doing well. She's more extroverted than I am, so I think the smaller room chafes on her more than it does on me. She misses Harry."

"When did she last see Harry?" I inquire innocently.

"I think it's been a couple of weeks. She says she has flashes of spending time with him in some flat, but he hasn't come for her lately. She doesn't know why."

Interesting. This is essentially what hurt Granger's feelings towards Weasley, also; the feeling of abandonment. This could work in Blaise's favour.

"And Luna?"

Granger shrugs, smiling. "You know Luna, it's hard to tell. She seems fine, barely seemed to notice the room change. She came up to me this morning and told he she'd missed me, though, that it was good to see me again."

"She sees you all the time, though," I insist, trying to clarify.

"I know, but Luna is Luna. Who knows what she thinks about?"

Hmm. Lovegood is odd, no doubt about that. But what sort of memory tricks is her brain playing?

I'm increasingly glad I isolated the three of them. Lovegood hasn't been used nearly as often as Granger or Weasley, but her mind is significantly more unusual. Yes, getting her simulation fully active is the right call.

Kissing Granger goodbye, I tell her I'll see her - at the latest - in three more days. I'm encouraged; her mind seems clear. I'm sure the same holes around the end of the war are still in her memory, but she doesn't seem confused or upset.

Now I just have to keep Krum away from her.

After work the following day, I go shopping. I hit Diagon Alley for games - Gobstones, Exploding Snap, even a Wizarding Chess set - puzzles, blank journals and notebooks, and books.

I pour some thought into the books, hoping to find options for all three girls. Some on deep Quidditch history, a biography of the most famous female Quidditch player - Gwendolyn Morgan - more Occlumency and Legilimency, even some Healers texts with medical cross-referencing to potions and charm work I know Granger will like.

I top it off with some books on logic puzzles and strategy, covering everything from chess tactics to Sun Tzu's The Art of War.

I drop them off on Snape's empty desk in his darkened office. Must have finally gone home, for once. I was a little surprised to find it unlocked, but it's almost barren, anyway. He must keep anything of actual importance in one of his four laboratories, locked away tight.

For our girls.
D.M and B.Z.

I didn't tell Blaise I was doing this but it's not as if he'll argue the idea. And even if Ginny rolls her eyes at the note, it can't hurt.

Closing the door behind me, I wonder idly what Granger is up to tonight.

I'm at the head of our conference room table, relying entirely on my Occlumency as Krum speaks.

He's in front of a small group - Blaise and myself, Dolohov and Snape - but only Snape and I know his true purpose. I debated telling Blaise before this meeting, but I want his honest and unvarnished opinion of Krum's pitch and cover story. Blaise has an uncanny ability to read between the lines and I want to know if he smells anything off. Dolohov clearly doesn't suspect a thing, too proud of the praise Krum heaps on him for his ingenuity in the park.

My hands are clasped and folded over my notebook, and I'm listening intently - the very picture of professionalism. Inside, I'm roiling.

"You haff come a long vay since I last visited," Krum is saying. "Ze expansions are phenomenal. How did you manage it?"

I allow Dolohov to begin to speak before I interrupt him. "We won't be discussing proprietary developments here, Krum. I'm sure you understand." I give him a bland smile. "Now, if you'd like to begin negotiations for using what we have in your own park, we're open to discussions there."

Krum demurs. "Our park is still theoretical. I am in planning stages only, trying to gather reasonable estimates for vat ve vould need to set one up."

"I understand completely," I respond smoothly. "Crafting a business plan is important. We'd be happy to give you round numbers, estimates for what you would need to spend. But we won't share any proprietary potions, inventions, or spells that we hold here."

Or anything else proprietary, for that matter.

Snape's eyes are on me, but I won't look his way. Even if I did, he wouldn't get in right now. I'm locked down tighter than I've been in months.

Krum nods respectfully. "You are a new investor, Malfoy, are you not?"

"I am," I confirm confidently. "Dolohov should have introduced us at once. Of course, we met several years ago but in this capacity, he should have shown you the respect of notifying me that you were here."

"Actually," Krum corrects me, "Severus told me ve vould meet tonight, that there was no reason to disturb your important vork twice."

Did he, now? My jaw tightens and I have all sorts of plans for Snape later.

"Then I apologise myself," I continue as if nothing has happened, as if my old Potions professor isn't directly trying to sabotage me, "as I should have been here to greet you when you arrived. I'm the largest single investor here, and I take visits from foreign representatives such as yourself very seriously. We are quite proud of what we are doing here, very protective of our assets and achievements."

I lock eyes with Krum, enjoying the position of power.

"So, Mr Krum, are your buyers interested in more of our lowest-performing companions? Does this visit have a dual purpose for you?"

He clears his throat. "Yes, I vant to ask about the possibility of acquiring the other elder Abbott and the Bones girl while I am here on this trip."

Abbott doesn't surprise me. Snape coordinated her husband's sale not long ago. But Susan Bones is my age, certainly in higher demand. I look at Snape for the first time. "Is the price he's offering for the Bones girl worth it? What's she earning for us at this time?"

Posturing for Dolohov, and for Krum, in a way. Good business tactics dictate I not simply acquiesce to the request, but I don't care if we sell her. I do want to put Severus on the spot for his negotiations, though.

"We've calculated her age and earning power into account. The family wanting to purchase her is interested specifically because of her youth and relative vitality. They're willing to pay more. She's also a half-blood."

I pause as if I'm mulling it over. "Do it, then." I give Krum a nod, permitting the transaction.

"Thank you," he says quickly.

"Are there any others you'd like to discuss at this time?" I ask. "For the right price, we'll negotiate. We're attempting to bolster revenue in the simulation division, as I'm sure Severus has told you. Removing companions reduces expenses."

Krum begins to speak, but I cut him off with a cold smile. "Only certain companions are up for discussion, of course."

He hesitates before saying, "I've had requests for Longbottom. Vould he be an option?"

"Longbottom?" I repeat sceptically. "He's in our top ten for males, as I understand." I glance at Dolohov, who nods.

Krum raises his hands, palms up. "He's a pureblood, and he's strong. I've had at least two families inquire about him for basic manual labour, and another as a potential sperm donor for their daughter. Her husband is… having difficulties and they do not vant anyone to know."

Selling Longbottom doesn't bother me. He was hardly a prime Resistance fighter and everything Krum listed is true. He could bring in a good profit. I turn away from Krum and quirk an eyebrow at Severus and Dolohov.

"Where is his simulation in development? Close to being ready for rollout?"

Dolohov nods. "We could start testing him this week."

"Do it," I say, then turn back to Krum. "Depending on how well we can replace him, we're open to negotiating for Longbottom."

I give Krum a mild smile that he returns. "Feel free to bring other offers to Severus. Is there anything else?"

There isn't.

I have to admit, Krum's cover story is strong. I'm not sure what he's getting out of it; presumably he gets a cut of the sale price as the acting broker, but either way, I can see why Dolohov swallows it whole.

Blaise was surprised as well, when I told him about it at the pub after the meeting. I had to detail my conversation with Snape thoroughly before he came around to it.

I see the sadness in his face when he considers the possibility of Ginny leaving - being sold. Of course, right now 'Ginny and Blaise' don't exist outside of his brand-new flirtation with her. But if she left now, he'd probably never have another chance.

"But at least I'd be able to remember the time I did spend with her," he says almost vacantly, thinking back on his weekends with Ginny. "If she knew me the way Granger knows you… I don't know if I could do it."

I know. My mouth is dry and I try to swallow, but I can't.

"Of course, the 'sale' part is the cover," he says reluctantly. "It would really be about buying Ginny her freedom."

I nod silently. "There's a chance Ginny could become expendable to us, though, eventually. But not all of them will. You know Potter wouldn't; not ever. The Dark Lord would never permit him to exist outside the confines of this park. Sometimes I'm amazed he allows it here."

Blaise considers this. Neither of us have given much thought to this part in a long time, but the complete and absolute imprisonment the park provides is the only reason the companions were allowed to stay alive at all.

The public outcry for entertainment after the war was substantial. The Dark Lord himself considers the park beneath him but sees nothing wrong with allowing his followers their revelry. The park weighed the desires for revenge, justice, and entertainment into a brilliant blend of captivity, where the civilian masses could all enjoy any Resistance fighter they chose, in any way. The only things prohibited are Unforgivables, or otherwise killing a companion, because it ruins the option for everyone else.

Blaise looks at me evenly. "Do you think Granger would ever be allowed to leave?"

I cringe intrinsically. "She wasn't a fighter, but she was the brains behind Potter's successes. I think the Dark Lord would release Weasley first - either Weasley."

"What if she were truly sold?"

I look at Blaise, startled.

"You told Snape if she could be sold, you'd just buy her."

"Well, yes," I stammer, "but I was trying to make a point that she'll never go to Krum."

Could it be possible that given the right buyer, someone the Dark Lord trusts, he might consider a different type of captivity for her? I can't imagine that ever happening. And I don't really want to own Granger, not in that way. The park is different; I didn't create these circumstances. I'm trying to do the best I can with what I was given here.

I just can't stomach the thought of Krum 'rescuing' her, giving her freedom in a way I can't.

It could never happen anyway. The Dark Lord would never permit it.

He'll see Potter dead before the park relinquishes its hold on him, and I can't see Granger's fate going any other way. It was her brilliance that drove Potter's Horcrux hunt and a hundred other things. The Gringotts break-in, for one. The Dark Lord killed a dozen goblins and allies who happened to be in his vicinity when he heard of that, he was so incensed. And I'm sure there are more that she doesn't even recall yet.

Severus seemed optimistic that we could do it eventually, but I don't think it's possible - even if I wanted it to be.

I would want Granger to choose me, to know that across any options she has, I'd be her pick. But if she never would, would I keep her here, just to have her?

No. No, I don't think I would.

Would I keep her here to keep her away from Weasley, who could easily have already been sold? From Krum?

Maybe.

No.

Maybe.

My father is finally home and, as promised, wants to speak with me. Thanks to my conversations with my mother, I am better prepared than I would have been otherwise.

Lucius surprises me, though. He grills me on the park financials, as I expected, and I have prepared thoroughly for that. My investment is moving increasingly to my trust, contributing tangible profits now.

He knows he has no right to ask about where my salary goes now, my general spending money; the entire purpose of my job was to give me freedom outside their oversight. So he desists from asking.

But we both know he knows where it's going. I just refuse to give him any detail or offer any other sort of confirmation of it.

Otherwise, he leaves me alone. He's no Legilimens, not like my mother, so I know he's not gaining anything else from it. I retire to my wing of the Manor relatively eased by the whole encounter.

In the back of my mind, though, is his undeniable contact with Snape. One of them is talking with Severus and my bet is on my father. Snape has seen me in some very compromising arguments and situations lately; what has he told my father about?

He never mentions Granger. He also doesn't bring up my dating life, his supposed desire to see me enter into something more stable. He doesn't mention the Selwyn girl, Lola. And if my mother hadn't warned me, I might still be wondering what this was all for.

"Hello, Granger."

I'll never get tired of this, of having her sit on top of me in a chair, on a couch, on a bed.

One day my cock will be between us and she'll ride that instead, but until then, I'll never get tired of her sitting on my fingers, rocking herself back and forth, her perfect full tits pushed forwards into my open hand.

I kiss her, suck on her shoulder, tug her earlobe, pull her hair to the back just enough to expose her neck.

I'll never get tired of her mouth stuttering on mine, the pause and stretch of her lips in the silent exclamation as she pushes her hips down onto my hand, the "oh… fuck…" she whispers against my lips when she has breath to use.

I'll never get tired of her desperate clutching in my hair, the fists she makes at the back of my neck, the way her breasts push against me as she inhales while trying not to cry out.

She's always afraid of making noise, and it's adorable the way she fights it, the way she stifles it into my neck, into my hair, into my ear. Into my mouth instead, pouring her "please" and "yes" and "oh, Draco." Her repetitions of "fuck… Draco, please" that makes me hard, even if I've just come.

I'll never get tired of how tight she clenches on me, how long her convulsions go, the spasms of her hips and her core around my fingers or my tongue. My favourite is when my tongue is inside her, and I can't get that far in but I still feel her muscles clamp down, and every time, my cock responds as if it's what's inside instead.

One day, when I'm pushing in deep, I'll be able to hold her hands, stare into her eyes and watch her as she comes. I'll see her pupils dilate and her mouth open, and I'll soak in every second of it.

One day, I'll stand behind her, her slender waist in front of me as her arse pushes backwards to meet my hips, and I'll slide fully inside of her at the perfect angle. She'll stretch her hands out in front of her and brace to take me, my hands gripping her arse and hips as I push inside.

I'll take her on her back, watching her face, watching her breasts move with my motion as I roll my hips into hers. I'll watch as she feels me, all of me, stretches to accommodate. She's so tight it'll take time, time I'll be happy to give her, loving every breath she takes to do it.

I want to be her first, her only one, the one she dreams about. The one she'll always want, the only one who can give her what she needs - even before she knows she needs it. I want to know her body better than she does, find every spot, every place that makes her mouth open and her eyes darken, and give it to her every time.

('Please, Draco')

('Show me how')

I will.

"Thank you for the… books. And things."

"Eloquent, Granger," I smirk at her, enjoying her annoyed flash at me.

"What made you think of The Art of War, anyway? It's a Muggle book." She's ravaging some fish and chips, talking as she chews, and I'm thrilled with the afternoon this is shaping up to be.

"Now, now," I scold her, "that doesn't mean it isn't informative. Some of us are very open-minded, Granger. You should give it a chance."

Her withering look doesn't make me wither in the slightest. Quite the contrary. I watch her mouth as she speaks. "It's an excellent historical text on East Asian war strategies dating back centuries. I'm surprised you know anything about it. Do try to keep up."

"Oh, I can keep up. In fact, I thought it went back over two millennia. You might want to brush up on your reading. You're slipping, Granger."

"It was a figure of speech, Malfoy," Granger hisses at me, her eyes on fire, and the heat they expel coils right to my stomach.

I had full intentions of devolving this little spat into a roaring quarrel for fun anyway, but now my end goal is watching her try to muffle a different sort of scream.

But she's still eating, or trying to, so I try to be patient.

"Well, as I clearly need to get some books on the English language, is there anything else I can pick up for you?"

Now she hesitates and my interest is piqued. "Is there?"

Name it and it's yours.

"It would be nice to - to be able to exercise some, I suppose. Ginny is going stir crazy in particular." Granger's eyes flick down to her plate, and I know I'll need to delve more into how much time they feel is passing.

"What would be most helpful in your dorm?" I haven't figured out a way to get them outside, yet, unless it's within a fic.

"Muggles do something called… yoga. There are several similar disciplines, too, but they all generally don't require much space. It doesn't take much in the way of materials, either, but I don't know much about it past the basics. There's a lot of detail, loads of different things you can do. There are books -"

I cough out a loud barking laugh and lean back in my chair while I try to get it under control. "Even your exercise plans require books?"

"Shut it, Malfoy. You asked, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did," I nod, actually needing to dab the corner of my eye with my napkin. "I did. Alright, then. I'll see what I can find."

Granger still looks quite insulted but she goes back to her dinner.

I've confirmed a few fundamental truths about their living quarters over the past two weeks. Their dorm - all of the dorms - are infused with a very subtle calming mist, nearly an air freshener. There are wards on the rooms, of course, but not just to keep them in. There are extensive calming charms as well. It serves to prevent antsiness as well as anxiety.

I also woke in the night in a sharp panic, envisioning Granger trying the door to find she can't leave, and Severus reassured me all of the doors have strong Notice-Me-Not charms on them. This placated me for the time being, but Granger will figure that out. As she becomes more and more aware of her surroundings, she will figure it out.

And what then? It's been weeks since our first weekend together, and I've been avoiding discussions of the war, not wanting to prompt her to remember the final battle and what came immediately after.

I see her more and more often, trying to keep her mind busy with me instead. And now I have a new idea.

"Would you like to have a picnic? You, Ginny, Luna? We could go back to the Quidditch pitch and spend an afternoon out in the sun."

Her eyes brighten at once, and I feel a sense of foreboding I should have thought about a moment ago. "Will you see if Ginny can play nicely? Whenever I see Ginny, she tries to attack me."

Granger inhales sharply, coughing a little over her pumpkin juice. "She does?"

"She does," I confirm, "not unlike you, except that instead of shouting at me -" or snogging me, for that matter, "- Ginny likes to hit things."

I'm amused by how amusing Granger finds this. "While we're on the topic, will you ask her if I can bring Blaise?"

She looks at me, almost warily. "I suppose."

"What's wrong with Blaise?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing. Nothing, really. I know Ginny would rather see Harry -"

"Well, that wouldn't be very fair to Lovegood now, would it?" I say smoothly. "If you have me there, and Ginny has Harry. Let's keep it friendly instead, keep Luna from feeling left out."

This seems perfectly reasonable and Granger expresses no other objections.

So far, she hasn't asked about seeing Potter herself. Or Weasley, for that matter. I wonder if that's something else in the wards they stay housed under, but I know I shouldn't count it lasting indefinitely.

"Luna likes you, you know," Granger says mildly and I sputter back to attention.

"What?"

"Not like that," she says, rolling her eyes, and I'm quite offended at the incredulous tone of her voice. Maybe I should sit around shirtless more. I'm clearly not distracting her enough lately.

"She says you're kind," Granger clarifies, and my ego takes another hit. "That when she was in your dungeons, you were the only one who showed her any kindness at all, helped her pass the time, took her mind off things."

"I did do that," I tell her firmly, "but I didn't do anything else. It's not as if I stopped her being tortured, or -"

I break off, as I did nothing to stop Granger being tortured either - also in my own Manor. "- or helped her escape, or -"

"She and Ginny had a row the other day," Granger goes on as if I didn't speak at all.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that they occasionally row; they do live in very tight quarters, after all. But I am a bit surprised at her abrupt change of topic. "What on?"

"You," she replies simply, and maybe it wasn't such a topic change after all. It's a good thing my ego is already tattered in this conversation. Once I might have assumed this sort of row between two girls was over me, but not when one of them is Luna - apparently not interested - and the other Ginny, who prefers to punch me in the face when given an opportunity.

"Oh?"

"Ginny was railing about - well, about you killing Dumbledore," Granger says quietly, looking down at her lap. "I told her why you did it."

I had told Granger the truth about that: the Dark Lord threatened my parents.

I knew it was a punishment on my father to have me do it, punishment for his failings in the Department of Mysteries mission, but that didn't change my directive. Do it or my parents would suffer, starting with my mother. Neither my father nor I could let that happen. He and I have made many choices in our lives that she had no active part in. She didn't deserve anything the Dark Lord would bring down upon her.

So yes, I'd told her the truth, but I'm still touched that she believed me.

"Luna stuck up for you, quite valiantly, I have to say."

I'm touched by this, too. I don't deserve Lovegood's kindness. But that's just how she is. The best I've been able to do for any of them is remove them from the fics entirely. Lovegood's simulation is running all of hers at this point. Ginny's remembering things now, too, and she's been removed as well - from everyone but Blaise.

He doesn't know it, but I've been propping up her bookings myself. He can't afford to contribute any more to the park every month than he already is, and he only pledged as much as he did so he and I could keep my father out of the loop.

Our profits here are growing quite strong. Simulated versions of Granger and Ginny are both running, having taken over their bookings entirely. I don't know how long I can keep Dolohov in the dark, though.

He thinks they're simply booked up and the simulations are a necessary offering for people who want the real thing but are denied it. I can't think of a way to reduce my own expense in paying for all of their booking time myself. We make a marginal profit off the used simulations, but I still have to supply the remainder myself. I can't just admit I've been doing it all this time. But neither can I relinquish the hours.

How long can I keep all three of them safe?