From Wiltshire, With Love

Chapter 64

Author's Note: This is the next suggested chapter break if you need it. Next one is chapter 75.

"Where are we? Is this a Muggle house?" Theo surveyed Hermione's bedroom, inspecting the books, the objects on her desk and the CD player. He returned his gaze to Draco, incredulous. "Who the hell are you, Draco? First the Thought Police and now this?"

"Told you I could hide you," Draco walked over to sit on Hermione's bed. At this point, her mattress practically had an indentation of his body embedded in it. "You can live as a Muggle until it's over, right here in England. They'll never find you."

After scanning the titles of the books on Hermione's shelves, Theo turned back to Draco. "So, I'm going to live in this house?"

"No," he shook his head. "I think she's going to put you in a hotel to start. You can afford it."

"She?" Theo cracked a grin and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Is this the Ministry intern?"

Just then, Hermione Apparated into her bedroom. Draco eyed the jeans and red form-fitting T-shirt that hugged her curves. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail exposing her neck. His gaze trailed over her body, her lips, and then met her eyes which were warm with longing, but also nervous.

He wondered what she was worried about.

Fuck, he missed her. Draco nearly had a heart attack when he read about the break in at Gringotts in the paper.

He couldn't believe half the shit she managed to pull off. He didn't know if he wanted to fuck her or throttle her. To his horror, he was suddenly accosted by an image of himself doing both at the same time. Clenching his fists, he repressed the vision with a brief sense of panic.

Draco watched Theo take in Hermione's presence in surprise, readjusting the weight of the satchel he was carrying over his shoulder.

"Hermione Granger," Theo said, clearly impressed. "Otherwise known as Undesirable Number Two. Robber of Gringotts Bank and Dragon Rider Extraordinaire. According to the illustrious Daily Prophet." He said the last bit in a derisive tone, as if the source couldn't be trusted.

"Theodore Nott," she replied, still looking somewhat apprehensive. "Most tolerable of the Slytherins."

"Thank you," he said with a mock bow. "Probably the highest compliment one can expect from a Gryffindork." Hermione scowled and he glanced back at Draco with a smug grin. "You don't fuck around. I didn't trust you to competently hide me, but I definitely trust her." He motioned to her with his thumb.

Theo looked deviously between the Draco and Hermione and rubbed his palms together as if he were plotting something. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

"This is much more scandalous than Pansy's theory of you fucking some Ministry intern right under Lucius' nose. So how did you get a member of the Order of the Phoenix to–" Theo's arms fell slack and turned back to Hermione, who was tapping her wand against her thigh anxiously. Then he gaped at Draco.

"Are you spying for them?"

Hermione met his eyes, leaving it up to him to decide how he wanted to reply. But the silence was answer enough.

"You're fucking insane!"

He was. Draco was absolutely insane. He couldn't believe he'd been spying for the Order this long and was still alive to tell the tale.

Theo took a step back and shifted his gaze between the two of them. "For how long?"

Draco scratched the back of his neck and looked at Hermione questioningly. "About a year?"