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    How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger.
    The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence.
    Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore?

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    She scoffs. “If you must know, he ‘elected’ me because he thinks our shared animosity will keep you in check. He’s also not worried about you trying to shag me as a distraction.”

    He leans back, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister. His eyes rove over her from crown to toe and back. She lifts her chin and tries not to shiver. “Well, he’s right about that.”

    Lucius Malfoy hires Hermione Granger to whip his son into shape so he can find a pure-blood bride and receive his inheritance. What could go wrong?

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    His thumbs pressed slowly into her nipples, circling them through the fabric. His posture was tense, and rigid, like he was holding something back.

    A sharp pinch nearly made her moan.

    Hermione was a firm believer in relationships with healthy communication and respect. She'd long outgrown her tolerance for childish games.

    But if Draco Malfoy wanted to lay claim to her tonight, she certainly wasn’t going to stop him.
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    After a two-year dry spell, Hermione is in desperate need of a shag. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy, her sometimes-coworker and perpetual thorn in her side, has other plans.

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    “Three minutes to the lift, two to the board room. I believe that gives me”—he lifted his forearm to check his watch—“eight minutes to make you come.”

    Fire pooled in her belly. “A bit cocky, are we?”

    “I’ve gotten you off in less.”

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    Something strange is up with Malfoy, Hermione's fellow Auror and secret shagging partner. Ready or not, she's about to find out.

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    Contrary to what she claimed, it wasn’t grass and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste she smelled.

    A mind-boggling amalgamation of confusion followed by a peripheral realization, and then instantaneous fear made her flush so severely that the room went fuzzy around the edges of her vision as she choked out the lie.

    It was old parchment housed in the restricted section, tart green apples, and something spicy—not cinnamon, cloves?—that lingered inside her nostrils. She was woozy, her lids drooping heavily, even as a small part of her brain screamed at how wrong this was. A larger, louder part of her shoved the shame down in favor of baser instincts. Those instincts dampened and dissipated and the shame crowded in the further removed she was from the delicate, unmistakable scent wafting from the cauldron.

    WINNER of Mischief Managed Award (Best Recently Completed Story) 2019 Enchanted Awards
    WINNER of Summer Lovin' Award (Best Love Story) 2019 Enchanted Awards

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