Mistaken Identities
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
17,909
Reviews:
69
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Currently Reading:
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Dropped Charms
Hermione sighed. She knew this was going to happen; it was why she’d been so hesitant to drop the charm.
“Actually this is how I look. I wear charms permanently to disguise my appearance.” Hermione left the potion bubbling and walked to her trunk and started pulling clothes out of it. She’d hoped for a shower before she changed but that did not seem to be the way things were working out. She unzipped the boots and tossed them into the chest.
“You have a tattoo! What the hell is going on?" Draco was gaping at her like a fish out of water. The man was sexy but he did like to point out the obvious. He was currently staring at the tattoo on her lower back of three wands crossing. Harry and Ron each had one too.
"Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied. She slipped a pair of sweat pants under her skirt, before unzipping it and wriggling it off. She bent over, hunting through her stuff to find the matching top. These were her comfort p.j.’s and damned if this wasn’t a moment for them. She pulled her top over her head and pulled the soft, grey tank top on. Finally, gratefully, she unhooked the bra under her top and worked it off her. She turned. Malfoy was sitting rigidly on the bed, staring at her. She wasn’t sure if it was in anger or lust but she didn’t really know what to do with either.
“I’m still waiting for an answer Hermione. This is seriously confusing me.” Draco’s lips were pressed flat and his hands were fists at his sides.
“Harry, Ron, and I decided it would be better if we looked younger and more helpless than we actually are. It has come in handy several times. No matter how many times we demonstrate differently, Death Eaters can’t seem to get over how helpless we look.” At the last part, she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at him. Draco gave a small laugh.
“All right, at least that makes sense.” He ran his hand over his eyes. “We do seem to keep underestimating the three of you.” Draco gave a bitter smile. “What’s the tattoo for?”
Hermione stared at Draco. He’d just admitted that he was a Death Eater. She knew he was, or was going to be, but it was still disconcerting to hear him say it out loud. She focused on his question.
“Um, the three of us got that after... last year.” She stared at him. Hermione had no desire to go over her nearest death experience with him. Even with the repeated attempts on their lives, it was the closest any of them had ever come to dying. She suppressed a shudder.
“Ah,” was all he said before he thankfully let it drop.
“The potion is ready.” It had turned a rather ugly shade of green. She pulled a spoon out of her kit and dipped it into the liquid. She turned and winked at him. “Down the hatch.”
“Actually this is how I look. I wear charms permanently to disguise my appearance.” Hermione left the potion bubbling and walked to her trunk and started pulling clothes out of it. She’d hoped for a shower before she changed but that did not seem to be the way things were working out. She unzipped the boots and tossed them into the chest.
“You have a tattoo! What the hell is going on?" Draco was gaping at her like a fish out of water. The man was sexy but he did like to point out the obvious. He was currently staring at the tattoo on her lower back of three wands crossing. Harry and Ron each had one too.
"Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied. She slipped a pair of sweat pants under her skirt, before unzipping it and wriggling it off. She bent over, hunting through her stuff to find the matching top. These were her comfort p.j.’s and damned if this wasn’t a moment for them. She pulled her top over her head and pulled the soft, grey tank top on. Finally, gratefully, she unhooked the bra under her top and worked it off her. She turned. Malfoy was sitting rigidly on the bed, staring at her. She wasn’t sure if it was in anger or lust but she didn’t really know what to do with either.
“I’m still waiting for an answer Hermione. This is seriously confusing me.” Draco’s lips were pressed flat and his hands were fists at his sides.
“Harry, Ron, and I decided it would be better if we looked younger and more helpless than we actually are. It has come in handy several times. No matter how many times we demonstrate differently, Death Eaters can’t seem to get over how helpless we look.” At the last part, she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at him. Draco gave a small laugh.
“All right, at least that makes sense.” He ran his hand over his eyes. “We do seem to keep underestimating the three of you.” Draco gave a bitter smile. “What’s the tattoo for?”
Hermione stared at Draco. He’d just admitted that he was a Death Eater. She knew he was, or was going to be, but it was still disconcerting to hear him say it out loud. She focused on his question.
“Um, the three of us got that after... last year.” She stared at him. Hermione had no desire to go over her nearest death experience with him. Even with the repeated attempts on their lives, it was the closest any of them had ever come to dying. She suppressed a shudder.
“Ah,” was all he said before he thankfully let it drop.
“The potion is ready.” It had turned a rather ugly shade of green. She pulled a spoon out of her kit and dipped it into the liquid. She turned and winked at him. “Down the hatch.”