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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The Galleon warmed, instantly sending a thrill of excitement through Hermione. This was the first time Malfoy had contacted her. Eagerly, she reached into her pajamas pocket to see what he had to say.
I want your mouth on my cock.
She blushed, even though there was no one around. He was so crass. But she only had herself to blame, didn't she? Meeting for sex was the only cover she could think of in case someone found his Galleon. She chewed on her lip and then thumbed the Galleon in reply.
Behave or I'll use my teeth.
She smiled, wondering if she was stepping over a line. His reply appeared.
Impossible when you're gagging on my length.
These quick communications of theirs somehow became a competition. They were fun and... flirty? She shouldn't be flirting with him. She reverted to insults and pressed her thumb on the Galleon.
It's possible to gag on a string bean?
Hah!
Clearly your experience impacted your expectations.
Every reply that she could think of would imply that she had sex with Ron or Harry because Malfoy cornered her into defending the size of their penises.
Arsehole.
She decided to drop it and let the prick win for now.
15 min.
Hermione changed out of her pajamas, donned jeans and a jumper, and Apparated into her bedroom. Malfoy was already there, her bedroom light was on, his wand was on her bookshelf and her books were rearranged again. It was good that he was reading Muggle literature but for Pete's sake.
Her shelves were disorganized.
He laid down on her bed, facing her, and his gaze shifted to the desk behind her. Hermione turned around to see a rolled-up parchment that hadn't been there before. Delighted at how her contact with Malfoy was replacing the hole Dolohov's suicide left, she nearly skipped over to see what he brought. Remembering that she had to appear uninterested, she sat down and – slowly – unfurled the parchment describing plans of what he had labelled as Rowle's estate. The layout drawings weren't complete by any means, but there was quite a bit of detail, and more descriptions of the wards than she could hope for. Malfoy's input would be incredibly helpful in a raid. Critical even.
And yet, why Rowle?
"I thought you were going to give us Lestrange first," she commented, still skimming over the plans.
He sneered in reply. "A 'thank you' would be more appropriate."
She flicked her eyes over to him. He was right. Maybe she was overdoing her attempts to make him feel like he wasn't that important. With Dolohov dead, he knew they needed him anyway.
