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Draco leaned in close, wiping a bit of chocolate at the corner of her lip before pressing a tender kiss. “Your sneaky husband, wife.” FIN

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They hovered as the liquid magically poured into each container before floating into their extended hands. “I suppose you’re right. A break is nice,” Hermione said, looking around the serene setting before sipping the refreshing hot chocolate. “You’re still a sneaky husband.”

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to make you spend it with me.” He took her by the arm and led her to sit on the bench. He stretched the flannel over her lap with a flourish of his wand before sliding beneath next to her. With another wave the thermos next to him twisted open, and two white mugs floated out of the basket.

her outrage. “I already informed Potter of my plan, and he gave me his full blessing. You've hardly been home in two weeks. It’s like living with a ghost that comes and goes. No, I’m not mad or blaming you. It’s one of the evils of your position. You are entitled to a break, and I’m selfish-

before scrambling to her feet. “You tricked me, Draco! You can’t just portkey me from my office. There are wards to alert the Aurors if something like that happens. Merlin Harry’s going to have a fit when he finds us. You sneaky snake, you-” His finger pressed against her moving lips, silencing-

in the surrounding copse of trees. The air smelled of fresh spring rain, and something buttery warm was wafting from the picnic basket perched on a bench by the pond. A familiar hand appeared in her vision, reminding her of who brought her here. She smacked his hand away-

feeling of having a hook catch the back of her robes & fling her out of her office with her traitorous, grinning husband. A second later, she stopped spinning, landing on her bum on something soft. Around her, the deafening noiselessness of her office was replaced by the twittering of birds in the-

toward her with his fingertips. “You’re more than welcome to tell me all about it as long as you eat while doing it.” ‘Bossy Slytherin,’ she thought with a huff, reaching out and grabbing the knot on top. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as her grumbling stomach churned with a familiar-

sat and floo'd straight to her office. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't be cross with you. This week has me knackered, and it will only become more stressful once we move into the House of Purebloods. Pucey has been lobbying against us and-” Draco set the package down and leaned forward to push it-

Oh, how silly of her. He'd reminded her several times last night not to forget her food. She had every intention of remembering until Percy sent a floo message as she touched up her hair, warning the negotiations for the ban were collapsing. Panicked, Hermione ran past the counter where the bento-

I decided I would deliver it myself instead of making poor Icarus bring it to you again.” He withdrew a neatly stacked bamboo bento box tied up in a Slytherin green kerchief from inside his magically extended pocket. Embarrassment flushed Hermione beet red from hair root to chest.

It was a mutually agreed-upon rule that they would refer to themselves by their marital status only in the most emotional situations, and this was no laughing matter to her. “Well, wife,” he began solemnly, “I noticed you didn't take the lunch I so thoughtfully prepared for you this morning.-

the wingbacks; these are much more comfortable.” Her temperature was rising, or perhaps it was a culmination of her annoyance, lack of sleep, and hanger. Either way, he was about to be transfigured into a fluffy ferret and booted out. “Why are you here, husband?” Draco's smile vanished.

You know I'm amid political warfare trying to get your illegal potions bill passed in the House of Warlocks!” Instead of answering, the wayward wizard sauntered to one of the plush armchairs across her desk and settled into the seat. “You were right to turn down my mother’s suggestion to bring-

Hermione looked up and was shocked to find an annoying blonde prat leaning against the doorframe. His grin was all it took for her to slam her quill down, splattering the memo beneath with more black blotches. “Are you kidding me, Draco? Did you schedule an appointment for today?-

work she already had. Snatching the most persistent memo next to her ear, Hermione dipped her quill more aggressively than she meant to, causing a few drops to splash onto the pristine wood. “Tsk, tsk, Madam Minister, is that any way to treat a Malfoy antique desk I so graciously loaned to you?”

nearly missing her secretary's beehive hair. “Oh, I’m so sorry Wendy!” “No trouble at all, Minister Granger. Your eleven o’clock appointment has arrived.” “Send them in,” Hermione replied with an exasperated sigh. She needed to cancel her next few meetings to focus on playing catch up with the-

up the right corner of her desk. And if one more aerial memo tapped against the side of her head while she tried to respond to another, the whole lot would be set aflame. Satisfied with her written response, Hermione waved her wand a bit too hard and sent the parchment zooming out the door,-

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ending their conversation, and laid down facing away from her. A petty prickle of pride ghosted her lips. It might not be much but having the last word was a small victory she would take. Without a backward glance Hermione walked the way she came from Malfoy's cell. Fuck him. -------

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otherwise mundane life with a slight lift of his shoulders. "Well, enjoy all the press hounding you for answers to your mystery Death Eater Murderer, Granger. I look forward to seeing you and Potter in the paper." With that parting observation, Malfoy turned his back on her, effectively ending-

the painful arcs of defensive magic against skin. Hermione tilted her chin up as the two stared each other down. Her face said it all; she wanted his assistance but he would not bully her into submission. Eventually, he found his composure again, trying to regain the control he craved in his-

privileges or any possibility for us to consider parole since you're obviously still unfit to return to society safely." That was a hazardous statement to make. His usually congenial face shifted to a cold stare, mouth contorting into a sneer as he stormed right against the barrier, ignoring the-

cousin who owns a boutique in Paris that sells an excellent hand cream. Perhaps I will make an inquiry as to how you may obtain it for yourself." Gritting her teeth, Hermione snatched the folder up without any further interference from him. "You blew it, Malfoy. You can forget the special-

Finally his hands moved from her skin and released the tray, taking the painful pressure off her wrist before she could open her mouth to cry for help. He took a step back from their shared yet separated space, grinning. "You should take better care of those hands, Granger. I have a distant-

Malfoy's eyes never left her face even when his fingertips moved, tracing along her palm, padding the fleshy part near her wrist. He groaned a little when he slid his palm against hers. "Definitely proficient at hand jobs." He concluded with a nod of his head, unaffected by her glare.

"How many cocks has this hand wrapped around Granger? A few? You seem like a hand job aficionado type of woman." "Malfoy, let me go, or I'll scream for the guards," she whispered breathily, using her other hand to grab her forearm and pull.

Pansy was kind enough to give me a nice farewell fuck before they carted me off. I wonder if your hands are as soft as hers." Hermione’s breathing was loud in her ears as she stared in horror at the neatly trimmed fingernails that grazed along her fingertips.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've touched a woman, Granger?" She stilled at this, not even trying to hide her panic in her face as he watched her reactions to his hand's descent. "The last time I felt a woman's skin was almost seven years ago-

to withdraw the appendage. Gritting her teeth, she tried to pull hard several times, but as usual with Malfoy, looks were deceiving. Apparently his grip was stronger as he held onto the tray with one hand, unmoving. The other hand appeared from his pocket, slowly reaching toward her flailing hand

after you've had a wank or two to get yourself under control in my presence." Her hand had wrapped around the manilla folder when Malfoy's hand shot out and yanked hard on the metal edge of the receptacle. Hermione yelped in pain as it pinched her wrist in place, making her unable-

return the favor and crawl between your legs after coming into your mouth? Or are you a giver and not a receiver?" This was too far. Rather than answering him, Hermione yanked open the tray's sliding door to retrieve her case file. "Perhaps another time, Malfoy,-

She must've tipped her ire off somehow because Malfoy's eyes fixated on her lips. "Well, since you've never explored such exotic exploits with Weasel, have you investigated your repressed sexual deviance with someone else? Perhaps a muggle? Did he at least-

he granite shards in his eyes flashed briefly before he rolled his eyes. "My father won't even talk to you; we both know it. He has no use for mudblood cunt, and you have nothing else to offer him for his assistance. No, I'm very confident I'm your only option.”

Malfoy's lips slid up into a humorous grin. "Ah, so you don't know. What's the matter, Granger? Deep throating you too far from vanilla for your bland Weasel?" A retort hung on her tongue. No, she wouldn't entertain vulgarity. "Perhaps I should visit your father instead. At least he's civil.