THE CONTRACT

Chapter 8: The plan

The receptionist was way too busy ogling at Henderson to notice that kate and him were staring at her ogle at him and waiting for her to snap out, him smirking at kate and her ignoring everything.

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(A/n: OK GUYS, THIS IS CONFUSING AND WEIRD TO DO.I'M JUST GONNA CONTINUE WITH HERMIONE AND MALFOY, AND WRITE KATE AND HENDERSON WHEN REFERRING TO WHAT THEY WERE BEING SEEN AS.)
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Finally, Malfoy snaps his fingers in front of him, brining Hermione back from her own world, and the receptionist to politely smile at both of them.

Honestly, it seemed so fake for someone to ogle at a boy in their own world out of reality.It only happened in books, but this woman....
"bonne soirée! Good evening Ma'am, Sir...." She seemed way too happy and spoke in a very french accent.

"Good evening to you too, room numbers 6301 and 6302." Hermione replied with a small smile.
She knew french very well, she was born right here in paris but she preferred to speak in english to the receptionist, who had spoken in english too.

"Of course..." She types something on her computer and smiles back up to her.
"Kate Wilson and...Conrad? Henderson?"

"Yes, that would be us." Hermione replied for both of them and Malfoy nodded, the receptionist smiled at him.

"Great, ma'am here are your cards..." She hands two room key cards to her.
"Bonne soirée ma'am, sir...."

"Bonne soirée, thank you." Malfoy replies, as Hermione start towards the elevator, handing him his card.

As the elevator door opens, malfoy whispers low next to her.
"We'll discuss the plan for tomorrow in my room in an hour.Okay with you?"

She nods in reply, as the elevator door closes and she catches a glimpse of the receptionist staring at them, her eyes obviously glued to Malfoy, staring in envy, but not the kind that would be of any harm.

.................................AN HOUR LATER..............................

Hermione had arranged her things into the room, taken a long record breaking bath (for her at least) of 20 minutes, had freshened up and had gotten ready to discuss plans with Malfoy in about ten minutes, so she brought out her muggle phone, which could obviously be used since this was a muggle hotel.

It was an hour and twenty minutes before the fake appearance went off, and she had been staring at herself every opportunity she got since the last night.

But hey, you couldn't blame her could you? It's not everyday that you suddenly change into a red head with blue eyes.

She decided she should head out and into her neighbour, Henderson's room to discuss plans, it was only five minutes left anyways.

So she did.
Knock knock.

The door opens to reveal Malfoy, in casual clothing but dark as usual.
"You're five minutes too early." He has a hint of a smirk at her.

"Wow, I didn't realise that.Thank you for this new piece of information malfoy."

"Of course, although it wouldn't be wrong to admit that you missed me too much." He sneered, making her roll her eyes.
Oh the ferret with the attitude.

"So, let's get started."

"That what I'm here for." Hermione replied rather snarkily, but Malfoy ignored her tone as he was used to it and wouldn't prefer it any other way.

"Tsk tsk.Professional, remember?"

Right.She admitted to be acting quite childish, but it just came out before she could think about it.
Yeah, that is how much she despised him from deep underneath.

"Right.Continue."

She didn't say anything, as if analysing him carefully, so he continued.
"Okay, so in their data they only see two muggle enter and out, they know that to muggles it is only a small hut.We go their as tenants and look around.But we're actually wizards, so we can access the hideout.And then, we will collect their papers and things from their".....

He seemed a bit disturbed by something.
"create a copy of everything their and leave." Hermione stated for him, answering him.

"Right.Yes.And how will you do that?"

"Did you seriously never study transfiguration?"

"That's my line."

She ignored him like he had. "-The-

"-You don't have to explain every single thing you know."

She glared at him, hard.

"Fine, go ahead." He deadpanned, quite amused.

"There's a spell for it.Exemplum.Remember?"

"No."

She looked at him confused. "Where were-

"Was it made after sixth year?"

"Yeah, in sixth year."

"And who made it?"

"Mcgonagall."

"That is why I don't know about it.Because she made it." He replied.
"I wasn't there." He added.

Oh.She remembered now.Malfoy hadn't come back for sixth year after the war while harry,Ron and her had come back, and she believed she would never see him ever again.
How innocent of her it was.

"Oh.Right, okay than I'll do that...."

He nods.  "-So I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah."
Hermione didn't bother saying anything else, the conversation was short and almost didn't feel like anything serious at all.