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Draco stared across the dancefloor, smirking as he copied her movements from the side he was striding down. He kept a close eye on the patrons on the dancefloor as he waited for a signal to come via the Muggle earpiece that the team had enchanted for him. He sighed, rubbing his face and yawned, twisting his neck at the ripples of pain rolling through him.
"She's here." The voice pierced through his earpiece, announcing the target's arrival.
"Got her," Draco announced, his eyes piercing on the target as he slowly stalked through the crowd. He clasped his wand out of the holster and stared at her, his eyes glazing over at the sight. He could feel the unforgivable curse on the tip of his tongue as he moved through the dancefloor crowd.
"Be careful!" The voice in his earpiece screeched.
From the other side of the dancefloor, Hermione was fed information about her target as she searched for the platinum blond hair and the striking grey eyes that she had been given. She started stalking her way through the crowd, carefully swirving through the dancing patrons as she double checked her thigh for her small knife holster, her wand holstered on her hip as she stared at the blond hair.
Hermione smirked.
She just went to grab the knife when her hands were pulled away from her body, and she was forced into a waltz hold. Hermione growled, breathing heavily out of her nose as she stared at her target, bringing her into his arms.
He removed the mask, throwing it away as he smirked down at his wife.
"My darling." Draco kissed her cheek, removing the small knife and magically disappearing the object. He made sure to keep his hands over her wand so she couldn't conjure it up.
"Draco." She seethed, her eyes not removing from his as he forced them to dance across the floor, twirling her as if this were their wedding day all over again.
"You weren't planning on killing me, were you?" He smirked, knowing full well she was.
"I could ask you the same question." Hermione spat the words at him, smirking.
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