The Promise

CHAPTER 28

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Hermione poked her head into the study, "Come to bed, darling."

Draco looked up from the notes he had casually spread across the table.

"One more slide, and I will be done," he replied and returned to numbering the visual aids.

Opening the door wide, she stepped in and sighed, "I didn't see you study this hard for the N.E.W.T exams."

Draco stopped and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I want it perfect for Teddy, babe."

He pointed to a bag bursting at the seams, "Helen got these pens that change colour to hand out to all the kids in class."

Walking over, Hermione picked one up and fiddled with it. The pen lit up in her hand.

Impressed, she retorted, "These are brilliant. The kids will love them."

She went to stand behind him, placing small hands on his shoulders. She slowly began to massage the tense muscles.

Draco cocked his head to the side and groaned, "That feels good."

Leaning in, Hermione whispered in his ear, "If you don't get some sleep, you will definitely fall asleep at school."

Swinging his chair around, he knocked her off her feet and pulled her onto his lap.

"Kiss me, Granger," Draco muttered huskily.

Hermione put her arms around his neck and teased the hair on the back of his neck.

Pulling him close, she pressed her lips to his. Taking his bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down hard.

Smirking, she hopped off his lap and warned, "Ten minutes."

Pulling the note cards close, he smiled innocently, "Twenty minutes more, please."

Scowling, Hermione stormed out of the study and into the bedroom.

After applying lotion, she pulled back the covers and slid inside.

Minutes later, she felt the bed groan under pressure. A hand slipped across her waist and pulled her close.

Smiling sleepily, she turned over and snuggled against his broad chest.

He smelled of fresh coffee and chocolate.

His arms went around her protectively, and they slid into a peaceful slumber.

The halls of the Manor were dark and gloomily.

Ghostly figures came out of the walls and filled the space with their ominous cackle.

The fire burnt brightly, throwing shadows of misdeeds onto the walls.

The shadows momentarily covered the framed Prophet articles of the rise and fall of Voldemort.

Lord Thomas Canterbury sat across Lord Julius Cartwright. The imposing Lord held a crystal tumbler. He twirled the special blend of whiskey before taking a sip.