THE ALGORITHM
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
CHAPTER 66 ❤️
HAPPY READING 😍
Hermione lay on the sunbed reading a particularly riveting book about, ironically, a marriage of convenience. She was at a relatively good part when a shadow fell over her, blocking the sun completely.
Surely, it wasn't that late.
She looked up from her book and saw the source of the eclipse.
“Nice jacket,” the words slipped out without much thought. He did look fetching.
Draco smirked, “Pansy took me shopping once I returned.” Thank Merlin for Parkinson’s good fashion sense.
Hermione rested her book on her bosom and asked quite innocently, “What can I do for you, Malfoy?”
Oh, so she was going to make him work for it, even though her behaviour was insensitive and downright rude.
Draco ignored the sarcasm and asked politely, “Do you have plans, Granger?” He would make things happen if she was reluctant or waiting for him to make the first move.
Honestly, he was about done taking things slow. It was driving him to the brink of madness.
Hermione sighed, “Umm, no. Maybe later, but first, I wanted to get a lovely tan.” She emphasised her point by sensually running her fingers up and down her exposed flesh, but she wondered what he was getting at.
Draco didn't waste time with useless explanations, nor did he ask for her permission, “Good.” He grabbed her swiftly by the wrist and pulled her unceremoniously to her feet.















