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Hermione stumbled along the garden path, her heels catching in the loose stones. She reached out toward the hedge row before her, barely managing to grasp a branch before she went sprawling headfirst. Quickly she kicked off her shoes, mumbling a quick cushioning charm to protect her soles from the sharp rocks.
She didn’t stay still for long before she hiked her skirts and began to sprint forward again, desperate to find the center of the maze. She imagined she could feel the breath of her pursuers against the back of her neck, though no one was there when she glanced behind
A deep howl from off in the distance caused goose pimples to spread down her arms.
She turned right at the next divide, then a quick left, only to come to a dead end. Cursing, she back tracked hoping that she had not lost too much ground. The flutter of wings ahead brought her up short. The plants ahead rustled softly, yet there was no breeze. Turning again, she rushed down a side path.
The rustling behind her got closer and closer as she pushed her body to the limits. Her breaths came unevenly and a sharp pain was developing in her side.
Just as her body was about to give out, she saw a flicker of light ahead. Gathering her last few ounces of strength, Hermione broke through the overgrown archway into the center of the maze. Bending over, she rested her hands against her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
As soft noise behind her, the crunch of shoes on gravel, had her straightening up. When she looked however, no one was there. Hermione started backing away, casting glances to either side but seeing nothing.
Suddenly, her back hit something solid and warm. Hands reached out, one circling around her throat while the other grasped her hip, pulling her securely against the person behind her. A rough growl rustled the curls that had escaped her elaborate updo.
“Seems you won, little dove.”
Her heart skipped several beats and she looked up into the ebony wolf mask. Dancing emerald eyes looked down at her as the man smirked.
“Seems she has. I wonder what her prize will be?”
Hermione’s gaze shot back in front of her and her breath caught in her throat. The man stalked forward out of the shadows, the light of the full moon glinting against the feathers of his ivory mask.
He came forward until he stood less than a hair’s breadth away, entrapping her in their warmth. One hand tipped her chin up to look at him. The other tangled in her hair, pulling the pins out one by one. Once her hair was free and falling about her shoulders in a cascade of curls, the man bent to her ear.
“So what will it be, princess? What prize does the Golden Girl get for winning our little game?”
Hermione shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. Looking up into the silver depths of his eyes, she felt her body begin to melt.
“You,” she breathed huskily, “Both of you, right now, right here.”
Draco smirked as he removed his mask. Glancing up, he caught Theo’s eye as he did the same. Stepping forward to close any distance between him and his witch, Draco licked his lips and looked back down at Hermione.
“I think we can arrange that.”