Chapter 30

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Hermione lay across the bench, knees bent up, with her head on Draco's thigh. She let her hand dangle, brushing the warm grass, and squinted into the sun as Draco shifted. He reached for his shoulder again, and she cleared her throat pointedly. "Draco, for heaven's sake. Stop poking at it. You know what the surgeon said."

"It itches," he grumbled.

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