"Under loves heavy burden do I sink."
--Romeo
Hermione arrived in Poland at one in the morning, she taxied to her hotel, which had been booked by Blaise, and lay, exhausted, on the huge queen sized bed.
She sighed, looking down at her feet, but the view was blocked by a huge hill that tracked across her stomach.
Suddenly, a large letter landed at her side in the bed, from the open window by the balcony.
It was from Blaise.
"Granger,
Hope the room is nice enough for you, you will get a day to rest from jet lag, but on Monday you must go to The Red Lion that is found on the other end down the street you are on.
There, you will meet a young man called Sir Vacnt, he is British, so no worries on translation.
Just tell the waiter at the door his name, and he shall bring you to a private table at the back.
Sir Vacnt will have a location for you to go to, and then you must report back to me.
Draco sends his love, along with the children, look after yourself, darling, you're a good kid.
Love,
Blaise". Hermione read aloud, chuckling, and placing it on the nightstand, before unzipping her suitcase, and pulling out her pajamas.
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It was Monday, the day she would go to The Red Lion and meet Sir Vacnt.
Hermione woke up violently ill that morning, and made a mad dash to the bathroom, throwing up her guts in the toilet bowl, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
After getting dressed in a light grey knee length shaped dress, that hugged her curves, especially the huge bump against her stomach.
Then breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, she walked out with her bag full of supplies, an a charm against it just in case, strutting out in fancy black heels, her hair tied up in a pretty pony tail.
Hermione stepped into the restaurant, smiling at people who looked at her expectantly, and grinned in satisfaction.
She was then taken towards a blocked off table in the far back of the restaurant.
There was an extremely handsome young man sitting there, fully clad in a beautiful cut suit, his hair was neatly placed into a boyish quiff, a glass of red wine in his hand, and his cheekbones where amazing, probably 90 degrees.
She sat down in front of his and stuck out her hand politely.
"Hermione Granger,"she smiled.
The man looked up from his glass and gave her a cheeky grin.
"My my, aren't I lucky,"he said, his voice thick with a British accent.
Hermione blushed, clearing her throat, as he took her hand within his, and kissed the back, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her, a smirk on his lips.
She looked away from him, pulling her hand back into her lap, and changed the subject.
"What kind of wine is that?"she asked, her voice shaky.
"Inglenook Cabernet Sauvignon 1941 – $24,675."he grinned.
"Very nice"complemented Hermione, leaning back into her chair.
"Quite,"
"So, Sir Vacnt, I hear from Mister Zanbini that you have something for me on Trixy Volt,"
He chuckled, his voice vibrating rousingly and
His dark brown eyes trailed towards her lips.
He pulled out a piece of folded parchment from his breasts pocket, before handing it to her, he whispered "Call me Tom"
She took it carefully from his finger tips and smirked.
"Thank you, Tom,"
"Do you care for some wine?"he asked, suddenly changing the subject, and holding the aged bottled in his hand suggestively.
"I'm sorry, but none for me,"she frowned, pointing at the huge belly bump that stuck against her body.
He sighed, placing it back down on the table, and leaning back into his chair.
"Married?"
"Engaged actually,"
"To who?"
"Draco Malfoy-"
"Draco Malfoy! Wow, what a small world!"he cried, a wide grin spread against his cheeks.
"Do you know him?"she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Knew him? We where practically best friends, until of course, fifth year, when his family got even darker than initially intended, my parents forbid me to talk to him, but he didn't really care, such a rebel.. and then.. well.. let's just say we had a.. what I call, a misunderstanding, and never saw him again once I was transferred to America.."
Hermione stares at him, gawping, eyes wide.
"What a small world.."she whispered, "he never mentioned anything of a Tom Vacnt."
"Draco Malfoy.."repeated Tom.
"God, I haven't heard that name in years.."
Hermione unfolded the parchment that was enclasped in her hand, and scanned the letters.
"Warehouse.. fuck."
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FanfictionYou've got the job," he smirked, her face lit up, but went back to confusion as she sat straighter in the chair, eyebrow raised. "You didn't even ask me any questions,"Hermione said, staring at him. "I didn't have to,"his grin widened, seeing her b...
