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“You can't seriously be considering this, Potter.” Malfoy’s mouth is pressed into a severe line.
Harry meets his gaze.
“Of course I am, Hermione is our best shot here, and you know it.”
Malfoy’s jaw ticks.
“They’ve never seen her face before, she’s the perfect agent to send-”
“With me,” the blond snipes, muscles in his neck working, “surely you can see how that might come across as suspicious.”
Harry sighs, leaning back in his chair.
“You’re just going to have to sell it, then, aren’t you.”
A beat passes.
And Malfoy, his hands are curled into fists, his shoulders rippling with tension.
“She fits the description well enough, too. The ideal honey pot.”
Harry's words are punctuated by the tapping of his quill on the desk before him.
Malfoy leans carefully over it, now, his hands splayed onto the top.
"Fine," he says, his teeth grit, "have it your way. But when this all comes crashing down, it'll be on your head."