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Assistant: Title: Book-ish Beauty
        Author: saturnovem saturnovem 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: After escaping the confines of a corrupt Ministry experiment, Hermione wrote to Draco. After weeks of waiting for him, he finally showed.
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Lamppost
    

    


      
        
          
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    Every Thursday at four in the afternoon, Hermione would wait on the Muggle street outside of the Ministry for at least ten minutes. She’d done this for a month hoping Draco would take her offer to join her on her weekly trip to the bookshop. Today’s workload had her desperate to unwind with a book, she was asked to stand as a witness at the trial of Anne Sallow. Others involved with the experiment were also requested and many denied making Hermione’s appearance crucial. This Thursday, she left the Ministry in a rush only to freeze on the street at the sight of platinum blonde hair. She could see the grey of his eyes from across the street as he watched the Muggles around him. He was casually leaning against a lamppost, his figure dressed in all black. Now fully returned to society as a Malfoy. Hermione admired the details she never cared to notice about his choice of accessories: the silver rings on his pale skin, his matching silver cuff around his wrist. Despite being the epitome of status in the Wizarding world, visually he blended into the street with his black coat and turtleneck. Hermione couldn’t believe she was the person he was waiting for as she walked up to him.Draco’s eyes shifted from the street to her, “Hello, Granger.” His voice was the warmest she’d ever heard it.“Hello, Malfoy.” She grinned at the Malfoy signet ring back on his hand, “The bookshop?”Draco gestured for her to lead the way, taking in the smell of her as her hair carried her scent into the wind. For months he dreamt of his hands in her hair and pulling her closer to him to drown in her scent.The street was swarmed as people left their jobs to run errands and school children were finding their way home. Hermione’s heart pounded wildly when she remembered Draco was just one step behind her. She couldn’t see him with his eyes locked on her instead of the distractions around them. The bell of the shop gently rang as they went from the noisy street into the quiet asylum of the bookshop. An elderly woman from behind the front desk waved at Hermione before returning to task.“I see why you’re here every Thursday,” Draco was already searching the many walls of shelves. This tiny shop felt as if it belonged in Diagon Alley with its two awkwardly built staircases to the top floor and piles of books everywhere. The windows to the street provided the most light. The other sources of light were the faint lights hung above the shelves or randomly placed on tables.“I’d like you to meet her if that’s alright,” Hermione motioned to the woman behind the desk. She removed her scarf when Draco nodded and placed it on a tree-shaped coat rack by the door.“Greta, I brought someone for you to meet. This is Draco.” Hermione’s tone was soft as she introduced the two.With a burst of excitement, the woman beamed as she hopped off her chair and leaned across the counter to have a better look at Draco, “How handsome! With a handsome name as well. Tell me your parent’s names.”Hermione’s hand shot up to politely object to the intrusion on what she assumed would be a sensitive topic but Draco caught her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. “Narcissa and Lucius.”Greta fawned, “Lovely. First, this gal comes in with the name ‘Hermione’ and then comes you. You found yourself a boyfriend fresh out of one of these books, my dear.”Draco noticed the crimson shade of blush speckled throughout Hermione’s face and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.“Greta, may we visit your collection downstairs?”“Of course, Deary.” The clash of metal rang lightly as Greta fumbled with her keys, suppressing a cough as she released a single key from the ring. “You know the deal.”She raised a brow as Hermione retrieved a small paper bag from her work bag, laughing. “Thank you, Greta.” The key was exchanged for the mysterious bag and Draco attempted to catch a glance at what was inside of it before it was shoved out of sight. Hermione tugged Draco towards a door that led to a hidden staircase. Without looking, she reached up pulled at a beaded strand of metal from the ceiling and a single lightbulb illuminated the way down.As Draco followed he asked, “What was in the bag?”“Treats!” Hermione giggled. “She loves the sugar cookies from a bakery by my flat. I make sure to grab her some on Thursday mornings in exchange for going down here to her private collection. Speaking of which, not many people get to see. This might be where you thank me.” She turned to watch Draco’s reaction as he reached the last step, eyes bright at the sight of the impressive collection of first-edition and vintage books.Charmed, Draco lowered to look at the paintings resting against a wall in a corner, “Thank you, Hermione.”Without touching the painting, he traced the masses of oil paint dried on as thick layers to appear as the foam on a painted ocean. Hermione’s blush returned as she dropped next to him, watching him study each painting. He carefully moved the canvases to see the others hidden in the back, her eyes mesmerized by the dim light playfully casting shadows on his hands as they moved.He took note of the painting supplies tucked away, “Does Greta paint all of these?”She spoke in a whisper beside him, “These were painted by her husband. He passed away a couple of years ago. She has a few hanging in the shop that she changes regularly with these down here. Speaking of Muggles, how did you get your hands on their literature?”“It started during the summer before our second year. I went outside the wards of the Manor when my Father was home after an argument we had. Wiltshire has abandoned Muggle homes surrounding the Manor, homes of families annexed by the brutes I descended from. Father caught me exploring the abandoned homes and I received a proper lecture about placing my nose in places it shouldn’t be. That entire summer I rebelled by sneaking out. He’d eventually make the wards stronger but I found my ways. There’s a room in the manor with books Dobby would hide for me.” His voice faltered at the mention of the elf and he cleared his throat, “Show me your favorite book in here.”Hermione found her favorite shelf of fiction novels, hovering until she found the crimson-red spine with gilded frame-shaped marks. “It’s not a first edition but it’s an early translation by a Russian Author.” She gingerly handed him the book, “Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.”The grin that broke onto Draco’s face caused one to spread on her own, “You know it?”“One of the houses in Wiltshire, it belonged to Russians. This was one of the books they had in both Russian and English.”Feeling weakened by her glow, Draco pulled Hermione closer by cupping her face and kissed the smile on her lips. He could feel her shoulders relax as she fell into their kiss, her hands reaching to grab his wrists. “See me again, you won’t regret it,” she murmured his words to her in his letter against his lips.He chuckled and bit her bottom lip, pulling lightly, “Become an Auror, she said in her love letter to me.”Hermione pulled away to stare into his eyes, “I meant it.”“As I meant you wouldn’t regret seeing me again.” He brought her mouth back to his and tasted every bit of it with his tongue and teeth. As he carelessly kissed her open mouth, she moaned into his. Her nails dug into the fabric around his arms and she broke the kiss to look at her watch. It was a quarter after five and the bookshop would only be open for another forty-five minutes. As they concluded their visit to Greta’s collection, they could hear the last customers of the day coming in and out of the shop above them. Up the staircase and through the bookstore, they returned to a now calmer version of the street than the one they were on earlier. Sunset was in an hour, the rays of light turning London into a world of gold. Hermione’s hair and eyes burned gold as the light hit her face through the cracks between the tall buildings. Draco took in the sight as they returned to where she had met him by the lamppost.Gazing at the lamppost Hermione said, “Next time, I’ll tell you about Mister Tumnus and Narnia.” Her cheeks were flushed with the cold winter breeze rushing through the streets. So were Draco’s.“Next time?” He asked, leaning against the lamppost once more.“Yes, next time I’ll take you to my flat on the condition you bring me one of your Muggle treasures. I won’t hold you any longer Malfoy! I’ve got work in the morning and you’ve got a bit of traveling to do.” She innocently got on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek before turning away and crossing the street. “I’ll send an owl!” She called.Draco laughed, holding a hand to his cheek to prevent the feeling of her touch from ever leaving.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          
  "This is the land of Narnia," said the Faun, "where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea. And you – you have come from the Wild Woods of the West?"
 
  "I – I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room," said Lucy.
 - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis.'
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