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Hermione has been captured and imprisoned at a new club, forced into a nightly ritual which serves to remind her of a Mudblood’s rightful place. Despite this, she is determined to use whatever and whoever she can to escape. But Death Eater Draco Malfoy was only supposed to provide opportunity, not uncertainty. Club manager Theo Nott was only supposed to be a source of information, not a form of punishment.
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Every Death Eater is allowed to make one final request before their execution.
Draco Malfoy asks to see Hermione Granger.
And somewhere, a butterfly flaps its wings.
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- Part 1 of The Way Out Is Through
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And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too.
Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench.
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Looking to expand your horizons, you get your first tattoo from an awkward, brilliant tattoo artist who goes by Ghost. His best friend pierces your nipples.
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Draco was offered his dream job, but he’s missing an important qualification: an Apparition Licence. How will be cope when he finds out Granger, his old secret school crush, is the examiner?
“How could you not tell me that it was fucking Granger?” Draco seethed.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. “If I had warned you beforehand, you would have never agreed to attend, therefore, losing your chance to work at the Ministry.”
“No shite, I wouldn’t have attended. That stuck-up bitch is the most unreasonable, rule-following, know-it-all; she practically walks around with the broom still sticking out of her arse!”
“Mr. Malfoy!” exclaimed McGonagall. “I will not tolerate that sort of language in my office, even from you.”
“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you’re a prude when you and I both know about the letters I found between you and Kingsley.”
His old headmistress choked on her tea. “We agreed to never speak of that again,” she coughed out.