Chapter 11

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Another Muggle death.

The mood in the room was strained with tension and unease.

Kingsley, Harry and Draco contemplated, what the fuck they were going to do.

The attacks were getting bolder, stronger and in plain sight, it was a risk to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.

Immediate action had to be taken.

Harry himself, visited the family of the poor farmhand and offered the best in the way of condolences he could, before wiping their minds.

Kingsley massaged the bridge between his nose in worry and frustration, "Malfoy, any news to report?"

"None you will welcome, Minister," Draco replied grimly.

Harry groaned in frustration, "Why the fuck is this taking so long? Where the hell are they hiding?"

"Calm down Potter, we will catch them," Draco reassured him.

"Malfoy is right Harry, we are closing in on them," Kingsley's voice boomed in agreement with Draco.

Draco leaned forward, "One small fucking slip is all we need to nail them, they are bound to fuck up soon."

Harry regained his composure, "Yes, you are right! I just want to end this before another death!"

Too many people had already died for Voldemort's cause.

Kingsley patted Harry's shoulder in understanding, "I know Potter, this hits too close to home, for all of us."

He exchanged a solemn look with Draco.

Despite his cool and collected demeanour in front of the Minister and Potter, Draco was extremely angry and frustrated at the lack of progress in the capture of these bastards.

He made up his mind to double all efforts and pay a personal visit to Knockturn Alley and his slimy but useful informant, Claude.

Hermione massaged the back of her neck.

Despite the late nights, the planning of the Anniversary celebration was well underway and coming together nicely.

A knock on the door made her lookup.

"Is the meeting over?" she asked the man leaning casually against her door.

He walked in slowly and approached her table in three strides and asked curiously, "Are you working late again?"

His eyes took in the pieces of parchment on her table.

She nodded sadly, "You carry on, babe, I'll be there soon."

She wanted to go home with him.

He smiled at her and walked around her desk to kiss her.

"I'll see you soon, darling," Draco said casually, almost bumped into Harry as he exited her small office.

"Sorry Potter," He apologized.

"Don't worry about it Malfoy," Harry responded politely and walked into Hermione's office.

Harry settled into a chair and Draco threw the pair a last look before he left the Ministry of Magic.

"How long have you been with Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously.

Hermione was thoughtful as she did the math, "Nearly, four months?"

Harry smiled and recalled how nervous Hermione had been on the day she had told him about Malfoy.

She timidly walked into his room and offered to take him out to lunch at a Muggle café they frequented and then proceeded to buy him the biggest piece of chocolate cake the café had.

A definite bribe!

He had listened curiously and intently, as she spilt out the story of her unlikely relationship with Malfoy.

Her eyes lighting up and twinkling, at the mere mention of their ex enemy from school.

Her excited and nervous laughter, at how she felt about the ex Death Eater, made Harry smile in understanding.

It's how he got when he spoke of Ginny.

Harry accepted that Malfoy was not the same arrogant git that walked and terrorized the Halls at Hogwarts.

He was forced to grudgingly admit that since working with him on the case, he had even come to respect Malfoy to a limit.

The relationship between Hermione and Ron was strained to say the least, which put Harry right smack in the middle of having to play mediator between the two.

He even devised a schedule for meeting his best friends separately, it was tedious but necessary at the moment.

Ron was always a non-stop sob fest about how much he missed Hermione and how Malfoy had confunded her into liking him.

The man was clearly in denial!

Hermione, on the other hand, was easier to be around, she hardly spoke of Ron or Draco for that matter.

Ginny also preferred Hermione's company to Ron, and they hung out often, having lunch or at each other's places.

Hermione had been so worried about Harry's opinion of her dating Draco, that he had put her mind at ease immediately after he finished his chocolate cake.

He had told her, that he was supportive and respected her decisions and that she was hardly a daft woman without a plan.

Harry truly hoped she had some plan!

"Harry?" Hermione's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She had packed up her things and waited for him to get up and leave her office, so she could leave too.

"Sorry Hermione must have dozed off," He apologized to his best friend.

Hermione smiled warmly, "No problem Harry, shall we?"

Harry pushed himself off the seat and followed Hermione out.

He couldn't wait to get home and see Ginny.

They went outside and apparated to their destinations.

Hermione to her blonde, grey-eyed Slytherin and Harry to his fiery, red-haired Gryffindor.

Draco had already started dinner when Hermione apparated into the flat.

He glanced at his beloved witch and smiled.

She kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot towards the tall man cutting vegetables.

It had baffled her why he cooked the Muggle way.

Draco simply shrugged his shoulders and said it relaxed him.

She didn't question him.

Go figure!

Leaning against the counter, Hermione watched him.

Draco leaned over the cutting board and gave her a quick kiss.

He was in his grey sweatpants and nothing else.

She could see the distinctive outline of his package, pressing up against the material.

She reached over, took a piece of carrot and popped it into her very delectable mouth, suggestively sucking on it, before it disappeared behind her lips.

Draco watched her little display with growing interest.

He carefully placed the knife on the board and pulled her roughly to him, crushing his lips with hers.

Her enthusiasm for sex was such a turn on, he craved it and she willingly gave it to him.

Draco was busy kissing her smooth neck when the phone rang.

Not bothered to stop, they let the answering machine pick it up.

A sexy, low seductive voice filled the apartment, "Baby I've missed you; it's been so long since I tasted you, call me, Drake."

FUCK!

Breaking the kiss, Draco sprinted towards the answering machine, but it was too late.

Hermione heard everything.

He hastily deleted the message and smiled at her sheepishly.

She was not happy.

"Who the hell was that?" Hermione demanded, through clenched teeth.

Draco tried to reach for her, but she pulled out of his grasp.

Her breathing laboured in absolute fury.

He ran his fingers through his hair and pleaded, "Come on babe, she's just an old thing, I don't even remember her name."

He tried desperately to explain, but he was doing a piss poor job of it.

She pinched her lips together and glared at him.

Hermione grimaced, "That's disgusting, Draco, how can you sleep with someone and forget their name?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "It's hard to keep track."

Hermione scowled at him in disgust, "That is just pathetic."

Draco poured himself a glass of orange juice and said cooly, "Why? It was just sex, Granger, it didn't mean anything."

"Oh really?" she accused, and repeated the message, trying to match the bimbo's voice, "Haven't tasted you, what the fuck does that even mean?"

Draco smirked at the question. The answer would not appease her.

If he remembered correctly, there was a fair amount of chocolate involved.

Hermione was indignant, "You're smiling? Merlin, was it that good?"

Now she was insecure and upset.

He sighed and warned her, "Don't say I didn't warn you, Granger! She licked melted chocolate off my cock."

Draco snorted, it had been more messy than pleasurable.

An image of Grangers nipples coated in chocolate came to mind. He would lick chocolate off her anytime.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she yelled, cutting into his fantasy.

Hermione hurriedly walked around the kitchen in a huff, glowering at him and absentmindedly, picking up things and then keeping them back down and glaring at him throughout.

Draco remained calm and slightly amused, as her tantrum unravelled and the kitchen utensils took the brunt of it.

He rolled his eyes, grabbed her wrists and held her against his firm chest, she struggled to get free and snarled, "Let me go, Draco."

He kissed her gently, and said truthfully, "Hermione, they meant nothing, you are the best shag I've ever had."

She shrieked in utter shock, not having listened to a word he said, "Chocolate Draco? Chocolate?"

Fucking typical.

Draco groaned loudly, and let her go.

Hermione walked to her room, muttering and cursing under her breath.

Stupid fucking Slytherin, getting his cock sucked.

She didn't resurface for a whole hour and Draco glanced impatiently at the clock.

He was hungry, where the bloody hell was she?

Making use of the extra time, he opened the letter that arrived earlier.

A broad smile lit up his face.

Casually piling up her hair, Hermione walked into the kitchen in denim cutoff shorts and a white t-shirt. She saw the smile that adorned his beautiful face.

"A letter from a lover perhaps? Does she miss tasting you too?" Hermione asked spitefully.

Draco groaned again. Obviously, she was not going to let it go.

He decided not to pursue or linger on the topic.

He shook his head and let her have the time needed to get it out of her fucking system.

"It's Quidditch All-Stars" he replied proudly.

She was curious, "What's Quidditch All-Stars?"

Raising his eyebrows, he gave her a quizzical look, "Potter, Weasley and Girl Weasley are all League players and you've never heard of Quidditch All-Stars?"

"I'm not a big Quidditch fan," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

Broomsticks and flying were not her cup of tea.

Draco thought back and laughed, "Now that I think about it, you were really shit on a broomstick."

She scowled, "Very funny, Malfoy, now tell me what's All-Stars Quidditch?"

"Quidditch All-Stars," Draco corrected, before he continued excitedly, "Is a tournament held every four years between retired players and the League teams."

He held up his letter, "And if you happen to be fucking good, they send you an invite to be part of an All-Star team."

He glanced at his letter, and continued, "There's usually two All-Star teams, so if I've got the letter Potter will too."

Hermione cocked her head to the side, "Are you going to play?"

He smiled brightly, "Of course I am!"

He grinned confidently, "It'll allow me to beat Weasel Shit and his sodding Cannons again."

The Cannons were last in the league, they would be of little trouble.

Hermione frowned, was it always a giant pissing contest.

"Can I watch? She asked curiously.

She was already making plans to sit with Blaise and Theo since all her other friends would be playing.

"You better! You've never seen me play," he replied firmly and eagerly.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Don't be stupid, of course, I have."

He scoffed, "Not professionally, you haven't.

"Yes, I have! Once you swept down in front of me and caught the snitch," she informed him smugly, the image clear in her mind.

He looked at her perplexed.

"When is it?" she asked, avoiding his puzzled gaze.

"End of the month, practices start this week and Oliver Wood is my Captain," he declared, reading the paper again.

Hermione was impressed, Wood was legendary.

Draco groaned, "He's tough, which means he's going to work us to the bone."

He was absentmindedly eating his way through a bar of chocolate from Honeydukes and he offered her some.

Hermione looked at him in disgust," You have ruined chocolate for me, thank you very much."

Draco doubled over with laughter.

Hermione glared at him while biting into a juicy red apple.

Hermione was having lunch with Ginny, Harry and a reluctant but behaving Ron.

They made it a point to meet up at least twice a week for lunch, and since Harry and Hermione worked together, the arrangement was a comfortable one.

She popped a french fry into her mouth and asked offhandedly, "Are you guys playing for some Quidditch All-Stars?"

They stopped eating and stared at her with their mouths open. Hermione rarely, if not never spoke about Quidditch.

Ginny spoke up, "How do you know about it?"

Harry joined in realizing what had happened, "Malfoy got the letter then?"

Hermione nodded, biting into her ham and cheese sandwich.

Ron who had been quiet up until now snorted, "Malfoy is playing for an All-Stars Team? What a fucking joke."

Ginny shut him up, "Don't be such a fucking sore loser, Malfoy was bloody good when he played for the Kestrels."

Harry backed up his girlfriend, "As much as I hate to admit it, he was pretty good Ron, and you know it."

Ron scowled and kept quiet.

The ferret had some skill, so what?

"I lost the Snitch to him three times," Harry recalled bitterly; his face contorted in disgust.

"Woods his Captain," Hermione supplied more information, munching on a chip Ginny offered her.

There was stunned silence and Ron choked on his food, "Oh Fuck!"

"I'm Captain of my team" Harry announced proudly.

He directed an amused and cocky look towards Ginny and Ron, "You guys are so fucked this year."

He laughed heartily, reaching for his pumpkin juice.

Ginny laughed sarcastically, "Bring it, Potter, the Harpies are ready for anything you oldies throw at us."

Ron buried his head further in his hands and pushed his plate aside, he wished he had his sister's confidence.

But this was a good opportunity to make the Slytherin twat look like a complete fucktard.

He decided to up his game and add a few surprises for the bloody prat.

Hermione wished the sodding tournament was over, she wanted her boyfriend and friends back.

She hardly got to see any of them.

Over the last three weeks, they had been practising nonstop, you'd think it was the bloody World Cup.

Earlier that day, Draco had asked Hermione to come by practice.

She walked towards the imposing stadium.

Angelina, Wood and George saw her approach, they all dismounted and came forward to greet her.

It was funny to her that the team was made up of mostly all ex Gryffindor, while Draco and Flint were the only Slytherin.

Hermione had no clue, who the others were, they did, however, look vaguely familiar.

Angelina hugged her warmly, "So good to see you, Hermione."

Wood gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Good to see you, Granger."

He looked to the skies and gave Draco a serious look and instructed semi-jokingly, "Don't distract my Seeker."

If anyone knew Wood, they would know he was being bloody serious.

George hugged her tightly, "Missed you, Granger, I'm sorry we haven't been in touch."

He walked in step with her, "Malfoy is a decent Seeker, we're going to win this bloody thing."

Wood yelled, "Oi Malfoy, you've got a visitor."

Draco didn't hear him, he whizzed around trying to locate the snitch.

Hermione was impressed by the way he moved, he ducked and weaved effortlessly.

He suddenly leapt forward, did a somersault midair and caught the golden Snitch.

Angelina let out an amazed Ooh.

Even George was grudgingly impressed, Malfoy hadn't been this good at Hogwarts.

"He's bloody good, isn't he?" Wood beamed and told his teammates proudly.

Snitch in hand Draco flew over to them, he saw Hermione and broke out in a big smile.

Dismounting quickly, he picked her up in a tight hug, "You came."

The others looked away, as Draco planted a kiss on her lips.

"Oi, get a bloody room you Prat," George declared, a little disgusted.

Angelina rolled her eyes, snaked her arm around George's neck and kissed her husband heatedly.

Everyone laughed, and George waved his hand for them to shut up still kissing his wife.

"Why am I here, Draco?" She was intrigued.

Draco smirked mischievously, "I want you to fly with me."

Hermione stepped back from him, "Oh hell no! I've never done that, besides I'm scared shitless."

He laughed, "Not alone you idiot, with me!"

"First of all, don't ever call me an idiot," she warned, "Second, no bloody way, Malfoy."

He was bathed in sweat, but with his black gloves and white t-shirt sticking to him, he looked sexy as fuck.

Draco pulled her close and whispered against her mouth huskily, "Don't you trust me?"

At that moment, she would have stripped down and run across the pitch butt naked.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders in defeat, the practice was over anyway.

His broom was larger than any she had ever seen and of course, it was the latest model.

Blaise owned Quidditch stores, so obviously Draco would have the best and latest equipment.

She swallowed, he mounted the broom first and gently lifted her and placed her on the broom facing him.

Hermione was trembling to say the least, "Draco, I've changed my mind, I can't do this," she shrieked, her eyes tightly closed.

"It's too late for that, Granger," he replied calmly and his hold on her tightened.

She cried, "What do you mean?" And slowly opened her eyes.

Holy fuck!

The ground looked minuscule; they were so far up.

She grabbed onto him tightly.

"Relax Granger, look around you," he told her gently.

There were amidst the clouds, the last rays of sunshine streaming through them.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Gathering up her confidence, Hermione opened her eyes fully and looked around.

WOW! she was utterly fucking speechless.

Never had she ever done something like this.

Ron had never offered, and it was highly doubtful whether she would have let him.

Everything was different with Draco! She pushed past her limits with him.

He flew slowly, allowing them to savour and capture the moment.

Draco watched her reactions intently, happy at her how she was taking and handling the experience.

Initially, he had his reservations, because she was absolute rubbish on a broom and if she panicked, they would've plummeted to their death but he wanted to do this with her.

It was the most intimate thing he could think of, besides sharing bodily fluids.

He had never taken a woman flying before, not at Hogwarts or even when he played for the Kestrels.

It felt blissful to share this experience with her.

Draco stopped midair, Hermione jerked and stared at him.

He kissed her softly, taking in her taste of cherry and apple.

He felt the sudden need to deepen the kiss, which she returned with ardent enthusiasm, running her small fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Hermione," he whispered before he could stop himself.

Her breathing quickened, and he felt her pulse hasten as she stared at him adoringly, "I love you so much, Draco."

Hermione hugged him tightly and settled with her head against his chest, she could hear the soft hammer of his fastened heartbeats.

He did one final run, before heading back to the stadium.

The Cannons had arrived for their training session and Ron watched in despair, as Draco and Hermione dismounted.

He bit back a nasty remark, hung his head and followed his team to the dressing room.

Draco hid a smug smirk.

The fucking loser he thought and pulled Hermione closer to him.

Wood was still hanging around, he watched the unlikely couple approach and instructed firmly, "Same time tomorrow, Malfoy."

"Sure, Wood," Draco replied enthusiastically.

Hermione gave Wood a quick hug, "See you at the tournament."