COMPLETE. Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are Draco's true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself.
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Author's Note: At the end of this chapter you may want to take a break as there is a pause in the narrative. Next suggested pause is chapter 23.
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Fuck me now.
Draco was sitting on his bed, ready to get under the covers when the Galleon warmed.
He stared at the glowing letters.
It had been a while since Granger contacted him. He didn't know how to process his interactions with her anymore after what he had discovered about her home and her life. Everything with her was new, risky, contradictory and unpredictable. He was having a hard time reconciling what he knew of Mudblood inferiority and her rightful place in the Wizarding world, with what he was learning about her, what she did for her parents, what she was doing for her friends, and what she did for some random pure-blood boy that she didn't even know.
Draco had no idea what Granger would ask of him or what she would say. He had tried to be careful in the information that he gave her, and wondered if he could guess what the Order was trying to do by the questions she asked. He had to consider whether or not the information he passed along would reveal that there was a spy in the army, and if so, whether or not it would be traced back to him.
Draco put his thumb on the Galleon and smirked. One thing he did know, he definitely got a thrill out of pushing her. He had no idea what to make of his memories of her constantly kissing arse at school with the sexy, snarky, conniving person he was meeting.
Cunt, arse or mouth?
There was a pause while he waited for her answer.
The Galleon warmed.
All three. Not necessarily in that order. 5 min?
He laughed. Definitely not the swot he remembered.
Draco thought of Granger's unplanned striptease again and his cock twitched, rising slowly but surely. It was an automatic reaction at this point. Thoughts of a nude Granger, full-blown erection.
"Cunt, arse or mouth?" Draco asked.
Hermione looked back at him over her shoulder, covering her breasts with a jumper, but the curve of her arse and back was on full display for him. Her hair hung down loosely between her shoulder blades.
"All three. Not necessarily in that order," she smiled seductively at him.
He couldn't meet her with a tent in his trousers, and thumbed the Galleon.
20 min.
With a creak of the mattress, he fell back onto his bad, legs dangling over the side and reached down his trousers.
Fuck Voldemort and his sodding army.
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Hermione Apparated into her room to see Malfoy lying down on her bed again, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't holding his wand, having already placed it on her bookshelf. That was encouraging. But he could also be lulling her into letting her guard down if he planned on Obliviating her.
