CHAPTER TEN

"Hermione, good morning," Draco smiled. Hermione looked up from her breakfast to see Malfoy. She nodded to him before looking back to her meal. "Hermione, I need to ask a favor."

"I can't help you, Malfoy. I'm sorry," she whispered. He nodded quietly before leaning into her ear.

"I know things about you that no one should know, and if you don't help me pass, the entire world will see it," he murmured. Hermione scoffed, chuckling lightly as she pulled his ear to her lips.

"And I know your secret, you two-timing slut," Hermione whispered.

"You know nothing!" Draco exclaimed, pulling back. Hermione grinned, holding up a small film.

"These are the negatives from a collection you have in the future, one of you and a certain Hufflepuff you've been having wet dreams about for years. If you want him to find out what you want him for, try me. Otherwise, I suggest you leave me alone."

"You best be glad this hall is empty today," Draco said, eying the empty tables, "or you'd be sorry, very sorry."

Malfoy stormed off, and Hermione grinned as she returned to her meal.

Her box trick had worked, and though she'd never experience the sexual affairs with Draco, she did remember her times with Sirius. The recreation was still in the box, and she played it at night when she was alone. She would not be allowed to do something like that again, at least until she left the sex-free Hogwarts. But she could dream about them, and boy did they make her wet.

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