Oh god, thats Draco Malfoy!
Hermione recognised him immediatelya taller,
leaner, more severely elegant version of his father,
Instinctively, she stepped back into the shadows.
Over the years, shed perfected her disguisedyed
her hair, changed her face with make up, altered her body
He was getting closer and closer, and there was nowhere
to hide. Hermione was frightened but,
How much? he asked.
It was the last thing shed expected him
to say. Andalthough the idea of being fucked by someone
Besides, his money was as good as anyonesit
would buy food and pay the rent, and stop
Three Galleons for a hand job, she said,
trying to sound professional, and ten for full sex.
Malfoy reached inside his robes, took out his money-pouch,
counted ten Galleons, and handed them over.
Hermione nodded. I have a place back here. We can shut the door.
She led him round the corner, into the shell of a
kiosk she rented from her pimp;
He was unbuttoning his fly.
Hes just like the rest of them, she told herself. And youre good at this. Just earn your money.
She wriggled her tight, red satin skirt up around
her hips and climbed onto the counter.
She looked at him, curiously. He seemed almost nervous,
but his cock was readybig and eager-looking.
Malfoy moved closer. Selwyns had you,
he said, looking down into her eyeshis were
Deliberately holding his gaze, Hermione reached down, felt for his hot, hard flesh, and pulled it inside her.
Malfoy groaned. His head sank forward
Hermione brought her hands up to his shoulders. Her
pussy was already gripping him,
Malfoy suddenly grasped her arse and yanked her close, forcing a yelp out of her.
She pushed on his chest to slow him down, and took a few deep breaths.
Whod have imagined this? he murmured,
his lips ghosting her jawline on their way to her mouth.
Hermione jerked her face away. No kissing.
She was wearing her usual working clothesa dark,
chiffon blouse, unbuttoned to show off
Hermione cried out, this time more in surprise than
pain, and she was still reeling from
God, hes an animal!
Hermione grabbed his shoulders and hung on. Some men
wanted her to do all the work,
Ohoh, godthere! she thought. Yes, there! Oh, dont stop
She opened her eyes in shock and, at that moment, with a growl of triumph, Malfoy arched his back.
For a few seconds, he seemed to freezethe slight
rocking of his hips, accompanied by weird,
Hermione closed her eyes again, and waited.
Fucking hell, he sighed, at last. Selwyn was rightyoure as good as a fucking Veela.
He pulled out of her.
Hermione sat up, tried to push her skirt down over
the raw, empty space hed left inside her,
Her hands were shaking.
Malfoy had already cleaned himself. He brought out
his money-pouch and tipped a small fortune into his palm. Here,
he said, pulling the front of her blouse down, youve earned
this. He shoved the coins
Then he turned his back on her, and left the kiosk.
For several minutes, Hermione sat on the counter, legs still spread, shattered.
When shed first spotted Malfoy, shed been convinced hed come to snatch her.
But it turned out all he wanted was a fuck!
Her body was sore all over.
No wonder he has to pay for it.
Her pussy ached, but it was a strange feelingalmost
like being aroused. Like one of those
She pulled herself together, whispered a wandless
Colloportus to close the door,
Malfoys money was more than twice what shed
normally have earned on a good night.
She left Kings Cross just before midnight. The
streets were still busy and, in Euston Square,
Hermione cast a discreet glance around the square.
The Muggle policemen didnt worry herthey
were only there to keep the peacebut, lurking
Shed long ago disposed of her beloved wand,
and she kept her wandless magic to a minimum,
Whatre you doing back so early?
Bill Jacques, Hermiones pimp, came out of his
flat and stood, hands on hips, at the bottom of the stairs,
Hermione dug Malfoys money out of her bra, and gave it to him.
Wheres all this come from? he asked, suspiciously.
Grateful punter. She pushed past him.
Jacques grabbed her arm. Theres a good
three hours of business left yet, Toity.
The gentleman was a pure-blood, Bill,
she replied. He didnt like the idea of his posh spunk
Bill Jacques bared his teeth.
Then he shoved the money into his pocket. Get a bath, Toity. You stink of him.
Hermione sank wearily into the lukewarm water and,
picking up the cake of soap,
More than ten years ago, she and Ron had come to London,
searching for the remnants of the
Hermione began washing herself.
On the very first day, theyd been spotted by Antonin Dolohov.
Hermione felt the grief welling up in her chest.
Dear Ron had pushed her aside and taken the full force of Dolohovs Curse and, although shed managed to Apparate him away, thered been nothing she could do to help him.
It had taken him two days to die.
Hermione wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
Shed kept searching for the Order until hunger
had forced her to try selling herself on Kings Cross Station.
At first it had been unbearable, but shed known
a wandless spell to prepare her hymen,
Now she was one of the punters favourites.
What did Malfoy say? she thought.
Selwyns had you; he says youre spectacular.
Selwyn was a regularan up-against-the-wall man,
very quick and noisy. He came every Friday.
God, shed have to be more careful in future.
The next day, Kings Cross was slower than usualand
that, Hermione knew, would mean
During a lull in trade, she approached one of the
other girls. Wheres Imogen? she asked.
The girl shrugged. Dunno. Havent seen
her since yesterday morning.
Hermione walked slowly back to her own pitch.
Imogen was another Muggle-born witch, a few years
older than herself. Recently,
How much? said a voice.
Hermione looked up. Her prospective punter was short
and balding, and stank of sweat.
A week later, Malfoy turned up again.
This time, he came straight to Hermione, physically
hauling a punter off her and telling him to go
Full sex, he said to Hermione. He had his ten Galleons ready.
Hermione stowed it safely, and started for her kiosk, expecting him to follow.
No, he said, not in there.
He was holding out his hand.
Hermione glanced round. If she let him take her somewhere
else, and things got dangerous,
She put her hand in Malfoys.
He led her across the concourse, skirting the weeds,
the rubbish, and the broken glass,
I cant go through there, she said, fighting sudden panic.
Yes, you can, he replied, with me.
He tightened his grip on her hand. Come on.
I want some privacy.
A Malfoy doesnt fuck in a place that reeks of other men.
I reek of other men, she thought, but she nodded
and, together, they walked straight through the
She looked up at the starless sky. Its going to rain.
She shrugged. Its your money.
And its time for you to earn it.
There were wooden seats dotted along the platform.
He backed her up to the nearest, turned her round,
Hermione normally avoided being taken from behind
but, with Malfoy, she found it impossible to stay in control.
I always wanted to fuck you, he
said, his mouth beside her ear.
Hermione was gritting her teeth. Yes, she hissed.
Ive always wished Id fucked you then...
He wrestled her skirt up to her waist, and she felt
his hands on her arse. It had started raining,
Hermione clung to the seat. She was soaking wet and trembling.
Malfoys hands slid up her body, undid her blouse, and pushed it up her back
Raindrops fell between Hermiones shoulder blades, and trickled down her spine
Malfoy unhooked her bra, shoved it aside, and cupped her tits
Hermione tried to crush the wooden slats between her fingers
Malfoy began grinding, his cock filling her, his belly warm against her wet arse
The rain was drumming down on them
Malfoy swore and started fucking, his thighs flexing between hers, his cock ramming home
A flash of lightning split the darkness, illuminating
every detail of the platform with surreal clarity,
It was still raining when Hermione walked home.
In Euston Square, the Veriscreen was showing highlights
from the trial of a pure-blood wizard,
She gave the money to Bill Jacques, and climbed the
stairs to her attic flat. The place was cold and cramped,
She lit a candle.
Shed always known that Malfoy was going to be troubleshed just hadnt realised what kind of trouble.
She dragged the electric fire closer to her battered armchair, turned on one bar, and sat down.
The fact was, shed gone completely madthe
fact was, shed got it into her head that if she could
She wrapped her arms around her body. Malfoy had been rightit had started that time in the hospital wing.
Hermione closed her eyes, and remembered how poor
Harry had come rushing into the
Well, to see for herself what had happened.
Shed found him standing in front of a mirror,
stripped to the waist, pulling aside his bandages
Shed thought he looked beautiful.
Come to see Potters handiwork, Mudblood? hed spat.
But then hed staggered, and shed caught him, her hands on his bare flesh.
Theyd both been shocked.
And, suddenly, theyd started kissing.
Hermione had been kissed before, but never like thatnever
in a way that had aroused her,
Oh, god, shed wanted him!
Shed hardly known where her pussy was, but shed been desperate for him to fuck it.
It had been Malfoy whod pulled away. No,
Granger, hed panted, its too dangerous.
Hermione wondered if he still bore those scars
She froze; someone was knocking at the door.
Bill Jacques sometimes came up to her flat, but he didnt knock. And there was no way it could be Malfoy...
Quietly, she turned off the electric fire, snuffed
out the candle, and waited, scarcely breathing,
She was just beginning to think shed imagined
the knock, when she heard a quiet Alohomora,
Can Iumcan I get you a cup of tea? she asked, nervously.
Moody, swamping her little armchair, pulled a flask
from somewhere inside his greatcoat,
Hermione got herself a glass of water, and sat down
on the bed. Whatumwhat do you...?
Weve been watching you, he said, fixing her with his magical eye as though to prove the point.
Youve... Hermione frowned. You mean the Order knew that I was here, in Kings Cross?
Moody uncorked his flask, took a swig, and wiped his mouth with his hand. And its paid off, he said.
Malfoy. Head of the Ministrys Potion Research Department. It seems that you have special access to him.
Sowhat? You want me to get information
out of him? That was ridiculous! It wont work.
We want you to kill him.
Hermione dropped her glass; a plume of water ran across the threadbare carpet.
Moody handed her a wooden scroll case. Your
orders are in here. When youve memorised them,
He got to his feet.
Wait! Hermione followed him to the door.
Youre saying that you knew I was having to work
Not a man, said Moody. A Death Eater. Read the scroll.
Hermione swallowed her anger. And what would I get in return? she asked, calmly.
The satisfaction of knowing youve taken out a key member of You-Know-Whos inner circle.
Will you show me the Orders safe housewill you let me move in?
Dumbstruck, Hermione watched him leave.
That night, she read her orders.
Then she knelt down beside her bed, and prayed to God that she might never see Draco Malfoy again.
The weather turned cooler, Christmas arrived, then
New Year, followed by the long, cold misery of Winter,
Hermione had serviced hundreds of punters.
Selwyn, whod once been as regular as clockwork,
had stopped coming. Theodore Nott had come once,
Though he hadnt.
Shed heard nothing more from the Ordershe certainly hadnt been rescued by thembut, then, she hadnt expected it.
Every night, Bill Jacques had taken her money and, sometimes, hed demanded his rights.
And Hermione had almost begun to believe that her prayer had been answered...
Malfoy gave her the money without a word. There was an unhealthy brightness in his eyes, his hands were trembling, and he seemed to be having difficulty walking.
Hermione led him straight to the kiosk, and closed the door.
When she turned back to him, hed already opened his fly.
Where have you been? she asked, boldly.
Under an Impotence Curse, he answered, lowering himself onto the counter. One of the Dark Lords favourite punishments. He lifted it tonight. Gingerly, he freed his cock. Come here. He sounded hoarse.
He frowned, obviously surprised by her use of his first name.
Hermiones voice dropped to an urgent whisper. Theres something I need to tell you...
Later, he said.
I said later. I want a ten Galleon fuck. Now.
He reached out to her. Come on. You know
She also knew that there was no arguing with a man in the state he was in.
Pull up your skirt, he said.
She worked the satin up her thighs.
He grasped her waist, and dragged her closer, forcing
her to spread her legs and straddle him.
Right. Shed never allowed him to
kiss her, and hed taken to nuzzling her instead.
Hermione squirmed. He was rock hard, huge after his
enforced abstinence, and she couldnt help
Do you ever enjoy it, Granger? Hed
never used her name before, and it came as a shock.
He leaned back, and she realised he needed her to
service him. She started slowly, letting her body
I love these tits, he moaned, trying in vain to catch them in his hands.
It took Hermione a long time to get him off. She even
suspected that he might be thinking of potion
Hermione put on her bathrobe and, switching on the electric fire, curled up in the armchair.
The scroll case that Moody had given her was lying on the little table beside her.
For possibly the hundredth time, she opened it and
tipped its contentstwo parchment scrolls and
The first scroll contained detailed instructions for
casting an Infarction Curse. It explained that the wand,
The second scroll, which she could almost recite from
memory, claimed to describe Malfoys work in the
Hermione was half expecting Malfoy to return the following night, but he didnt.
Instead, she had to deal with a succession of difficult
puntersone of them slipped her some foreign coins,
How much? said a voice.
Hermione turned round. This punter was short and balding
with a serious personal hygiene problem,
It was quick and painless, but as he was doing up his trousers, he muttered, The Noahs Ark on Stew Lane.
Hermione, smoothing down her satin skirt, froze. Sorry?
He opened the door, and left without another word but, somehow, she knew exactly what hed meant.
That night, as she was crossing Euston Square, the
Veriscreen was showing a Special Broadcast by the
...but Ministry potioneers, he was wheezing,
working under our personal supervision, have perfected
Hermiones blood ran cold.
It was a long way to Stew Lane.
Shed told Bill Jacques she had the runs and couldnt work.
Shed left off her make up and put on the dowdy
tweed suit and flat shoes she always wore when
The Noahs Ark was half-way down Stew
Lane, little more than a terraced house with a painted signso
The place looked promising.
Hermione found a doorway on the opposite side of the
street and lurked there, watching the customers
She would have liked to have sneaked up to one of
the windows and peered inside to check, but that felt
It had begun to drizzle, and she was about to return
to her doorway, when a strange prickling sensation
Thats exactly the sort of brave little craft,
she thought, watching it battle the choppy water,
She lingered a few moments more, all sorts of exciting possibilities whirling round in her head.
I need to go home, she thought, and think this through.
But shed gone no more than a couple of hundred
yards when a hand shot out of a doorway,
Shhh! he hissed. Do you want to bring that bloody Shadow down on you?
A startled pigeon took flight and, out of the corner
of her eye, Hermione thought she glimpsed
Malfoy immediately shoved her against the wall, and began dry-humping her.
Hermione had no idea whether what shed seen
was in fact a Dark Auror, or whether it was merely
Come on, he said, and set off towards St Pauls.
Where are you going? She had to trot to keep up with him.
What? How on earth do you know
Its hardly Divination, Granger. I followed you.
How could she have been so careless?
And is there anyone in London who doesnt know where I live?
There was something different about him tonight, toosomething
less self-controlled, less pure-blood.
Almost certainly. He took her arm, and hurried her across the street.
Because Ive been drinking.
They reached her building without further incident,
sneaked past Bill Jacques A fuck wipes him out
Hermione unlocked her door.
Malfoy looked round the little flat. What a dump.
Yes, well... Have a seat. She pointed to the bed.
He hesitated, straightening the covers and brushing off a few crumbs before he sat down.
Hermione watched him, cautiously.
She had strong feelings for Malfoyfeelings that
had somehow changed her and made her more like her old selfand
it was in her nature to trust. But every time she felt herself relaxing
with him, some sixth sense,
Its cold in here, he grumbled.
Hermione dragged the electric fire as close to him
as the cable would allow, and switched on both bars.
Malfoy eyed the contraption suspiciously. And,
he said, at last, do you have anything exotically
Vodka. Though itsumits cheap and its a bit rough.
Ill risk it.
Hermione went into her tiny kitchen, opened the cupboard
over the sink, took out a bottle and
Cheers. He took a swig. Merlins nutsack!
I did warn you.
Mm. He took another mouthful.
Hermione pulled up her armchair and sat down. Why were you following me? she asked.
You have a nice arse, he replied.
Well, that told her nothing. If he followed me
from the flat, she reasoned, which he must have done,
She wondered if hed seen the boat.
She decided it was time to test the Orders intelligence. Tell me about the potion, she said.
The potion that rips the magic out of Mudbloods, and leaves them as empty husks.
Oh, that potion. Malfoy brought his glass
up to his lips, then obviously thought better of it.
Hermione shrugged. People talk.
Hmm. Well, youll be pleased to hear, Granger, that that potion doesnt exist.
But You-Know-Who was boasting about it, Hermione insisted. I saw him last night on the Veriscreen.
Quite. This time, he did drink the vodka,
draining the entire glass and holding it out for a refill.
It was the last straw.
How DARE you sit there and make jokes?
Hermione cried. How could you fuck a Mudblood,
Had he shouted, she might have hit him, but he didnt
shouthe spoke so quietly, the words
For the past three years, Snape and I have beenwellbasically stalling.
We had serious ethical concerns.
His answer sounded crazy but, before Hermione could
consider its meaning, something else
Malfoy suppressed a shudder. No. The Dark Lord
doesnt know weve been lying to him. Not yet.
I have been ordered to kill you because of that potion!
I knew the prostitute thing was just
a cover, he said, triumphantly. And that idiot Selwyn
Selwyns stopped coming.
Of course he has. I Obliviated himand
Theo Nott and poor old Greg Goyle. I felt quite guilty
Hermione ignored his question. Why did you want to keep me hidden?
Do you really need to ask?
To protect yourself.
To protect us both, Granger.
But what are you going to do now? You-Know-Whos
gone public with your potion,
So youre not going to kill me?
Of course not.
What a pair we are.
You need to get away. She leaned forward,
and speaking very quietly, took a huge risk:
Everyones heard of a boat, Granger. Its
bullshitand, anyway, he added,
I had no idea... So youre married?
Of course. Shed just assumed... Then why dont you fuck her? she asked, petulantly.
I do fuck her, he replied, now and
then. And I fuck her sister, Daphne. And Daisy Mulciber.
Good. He held out his glass again.
Hermione took it from him, and gave him hers, wondering
whether she should be pleased that,
I think, he said, draining the rest of the vodka, you should just Avada me.
Please dont joke about it.
Malfoy dumped the empty glass on the bed beside him.
He seemed to have made a decision.
Hermione rescued the glass and took both of them into
the kitchen. Thats not physiologically possible,
From anyone else, that would be extremely annoying.
He stretched out on the bed with his hands
Draco, he murmured. Yes, I like that. Call me Draco from now on. And come here and fuck me.
Hermione sighed. Why not?
She stripped down to her bra and panties. I
dont want any money,she climbed onto the bed and
Malfoy had fallen asleep.
Hermione had spent much of the night awake, lying
in Malfoys arms, listening to his steady breathing.
You really are a spoilt brat. She found
her bathrobe, put it on, and padded over to him.
He looked blank, which was disturbingly endearing.
Its nice, actually, she said. Youll like it.
As she set to work, Malfoy found the vodka, poured
himself a big one, and knocked it back.
Because its destroying your taste budsand
your brain cells. She set two plates of food on the
Malfoy pulled out a chair and sat down. The old vinyl
cushion made a disconcerting sound,
Hermione found a carton of orange juice in her ancient
fridge. Here, she said,
Malfoy ignored the juice, but tasted the beans and raised a complimentary eyebrow.
I told you youd like it. Theres
pepper if you want it. She ground some onto her own plate.
Im going to go to work, he replied.
And youyoure going to do whatever it is a prostitute
No. Hermione shook her head. No, you cant just walk back into You-Know-Whos lair. Not now.
I dont have any choice.
Because of that? Shed noticed his Dark Mark when shed been lying in bed with him.
This? No! He pulled down his sleeve. The
Dark Lord doesnt use these things much any moreSeverus
Hermione toyed with her beans, praying to God that
she wasnt misjudging Malfoy, and that
The mental image of him seizing her and triumphantly
Apparating her to the Ministry of Magic for
Hermione reached across the table, and grasped his
hand. What would be suspicious about
Malfoy seemed to think about that for a long time. Then, All right, he said. Tonight, at the Millennium Bridge.
And he poured himself another glass of vodka.
Hermione lowered herself into the lukewarm bath, wondering
if the sanctuarysupposing it
And decent food, and wine, andand, Merlin,
Draco drinks a lot when hes nervous, she thought.
She realised that she was already imagining them living
together, happy in a little house,
Shed never even considered having children of her own before!
She spent the afternoon packing a bag.
She didnt own much, and most of what she did
have was associated with a life she hoped shed be able
Then she put on her working clothes and went downstairs.
Bill Jacques was surprised to see her, but it wasnt
hard to talk him into a fuck and leave him
She changed into her tweed suit and flat shoes and, carrying her little bag, slipped out.
As she walked through Covent Garden, the Veriscreen
was showing the exploits of five heroic Shadows,
She reached the Millennium Bridge at ten minutes to six and waited, crouching in the wreckage.
Since Voldemorts victory, the weather had been
unpredictableblack clouds often eclipsed the
Hermione peered nervously through the cage of twisted metal, scanning the embankment.
At a quarter past, she spotted Malfoy, fifteen minutes
late and dressed as though he were going to a ball,
Oh god, has he betrayed me after all?
She remained hidden, and watched them. Malfoy was
talking to his son, obviously encouraging him
She had only a split-second to react. Shed been
nursing Moodys stubby wand ever since shed arrived
The Shadow staggered, his wand hand falling as his
left came up to clutch his chest, and his
Come on, cried Hermione, trying not to think about the Dark wizards death agony, this way!
Malfoy already had an arm around his son, and he threw
the other round Hermione,
I couldnt leave him to take all the blame, Malfoy explained.
No, of course not.
Hermione stopped when they reached The Noahs Ark. Its in there... she said.
The three adults exchanged nervous glances, then Malfoy opened the door, and they went inside.
The pub was eerily empty.
What can I get you? asked the landlord. It was the short, balding punter with the appalling body odour.
You invited us, said Hermione.
I invited you.
Is there room for my friends as well?
I have money, said Malfoy.
The landlord dismissed that with a wave of the hand.
Through there, he said, pointing to a heavy,
Malfoy pulled up his sleeve. You mean like this?
Possibly. Are you willing to put it to the test?
What happens to those, said Snape, who do not qualify?
Theyre Obliviated, said the landlord.
That sounds like a humane punishment.
Our aim is to protect the innocent, not to punish
the guilty, the landlord replied.
Malfoy turned to Snape, their eyes met, and an understanding
seemed to pass between them.
Hermione had immediately found work in the sanctuarys
hospital, brewing medicinal potions and,
After a month, shed almost forgotten Kings Cross.
Taking care of Scorpius, though, had proved much harder
than shed expected. The boy missed his father.
She heard a knock at the door and, after carefully
inserting a bookmark, she set down her book
It was Malfoy.
The day after theyd arrived at the sanctuary,
he and Snape had been sent into the mountains,
Malfoy seized her by the waist and, kicking the door closed behind him, manoeuvred her to the table.
She wondered whether to say no, or whether to let him get on with it.
He unbuttoned her shirt. Im so glad youve still got these...
Nobody knows the counter charm, she said.
Dont let anyone ruin them. He buried
his face in her cleavage, but she didnt responddidnt
Ive forgotten how to do it, she
said. Its like the sexual part of mes completely
burnt out. I dont seem
I could pay you.
She heard the desperation of a frustrated man. Oh, Draco... No.
Well... I suppose Id better leave then. He released her breasts with exaggerated care, and turned away.
But you live here!
Hermione watched his shoulders sag, and his whole
body follow. He looked about two hundred years old.
Hermione reached out and caught his robes. Draco... Please!
He froze. Hermione had never seen a man so rigid with emotion.
Teach me, she said, desperately. Ive
never had sex that wasnt either paid for or demanded by
Malfoy shook his head. Ive never gone in for romance, Granger. All I know is a quick, hard fuck.
But I like it like that!
He turned to face her.
I always liked it with you, she said.
You used to fuck me out of my mindthough, of course,
You used to undress me, but Ive never seen you naked. Will you take your clothes off for me? Please?
The idea seemed to make him uncomfortable but, eventually,
he took out his wand and set it carefully
Hermione licked her dry lips. His erection was jutting out at her. Come closer.
He took a couple of steps.
She reached out and touched it. The first time
I saw this, she said, I thought, That is
going to hurt.
She looked up at Malfoys face. His eyes were closed; he was approaching heaven.
Something stirred inside her. I think Ive remembered how to feel desire, Draco. Fuck me.
As she said the words, his knees seemed to give way,
and he fell upon her, crushing her on the table.
Fuck me like you fucked me that first time,
she said, reaching down and feeling for his cock.
He kissed hernot a tender brushing of her lips, but a savage devouring of her mouth.
Fuck me, Hermione panted.
Malfoy grasped her arse, and began to thrust. In a
few strokes, he found his rhythm, neither fast nor
But Malfoy was no longer inside her.
Whatwhat are you doing? she wailed.
He was scrabbling on the table. Suddenly, he raised his wand and shouted, MUFFLIATO!
Hermione stared up at him, open-mouthed.
Youre bloody noisy, Granger, he gasped. Youll wake the boy.
She laughed, and when he started fucking her again
she couldnt stopmirth and delight and joy all
She was so overwhelmed by her own release, she wasnt
aware of his until, when she finally came
Oh, she gasped, oh, Draco Malfoy!
He raised his head, and she brought a hand up to cup his cheek.
An earlier glimpse of the same world: The Price of Victory
The train pulled out of the station, leaving Draco
one hand still raised bereft;
Astoria took his arm, and they joined the other parents
all pure-bloods silently
On the Muggle side, Kings Cross was derelict.
As they walked across the concourse, avoiding the
weeds, the rubbish, and the broken glass,
I would love to explore Voldemorts
Brave New World in more detail some day. In my minds eye, its
a combination of
veritas, meaning truth.