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Draco had spoken to Potter a while back, and Harry mentioned a secret. Something horrible and evil. One that's unspeakable and unforgiveable. Worse than Voldemort himself.

He steeled himself, and asked the Bar for some.

There was a note on a napkin, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, just give them already." He scooped up the materials. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the distant voices of cackling evil laughter, and piercingly shrill squees of delight.

He carefully placed them on a table, and ordered a drink. Just from what Harry had said before, he knew he would need it.

Mr. Malfoy was learning about the evil that is HP fandom. (Though luckily, he's being spared the truly mind numbingly worse of the lot, because that's too much for most muns, much less the pup.)

Shortly into reading, there's a loud cry, "URRRGHHHH! I don't even LIKE HIM! And WHY AM I PREGNANT??"

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Draco's face darkened at that.

"Was he found, and arrested?"

"Well, no, he wasn't arrested. Jessica and I took the picture away from him and she threatened him with her mace."

Her eyes get a little wider.

"Oh good lord, what happened to that picture?"

And then she closes her eyes in a futile way.

"Not that I'm sure it would matter. I think there was a copy of that picture in that last issue of Hot Girl News."

Draco gruffly replied, "Good... wait, they had a copy?"

Possible mental plans to plot more fry-hex reporter sessions with Nash going on. Actually, no possible about it.

"I think they did, published in that last issue. The one with the article about our date."

She's blushing deeper now.

"That entire issue was about me."

"Then it's the last issue. They won't bother you again, Mia," Draco gravely replied.

She looks up at him, still worried, but a different kind of worry now.

"What are you going to do, Draco?"

He touched her chin with a smile, "Don't you think you deserve some privacy? Especially now? It should be disrespectful of them to treat you like that. Maybe even treasonous."

Draco was sounding like a possible namesake. Very draconian.

The worry doesn't go away.

"Disrespectful yes, but not treasonous. That is too much like when Xenobia took my mother's place."

Draco frowned at that, and remarked, "Well, the wards and charms will help, but they should leave you alone. Perhaps a fine?"

"If the wards and charms work, then that should suffice. There's not much I can do about public places, but if that's all I have to worry about, then I don't mind as much."

She nuzzles a little against him.

"Just to know that I don't have to worry about it in my bedroom or bathroom anymore is more than enough."

Draco fell silent. He wanted her safe even in public places though.

He did put his arms around her, and relaxed a little more with a happy sigh.

"I just wish to do more than that. You should be able to go wherever you like as you please." He murmured as he leaned down to bury his face at the side of her neck where it met the shoulder. Nuzzling back.

Mia didn't have much of an answer for that, except to lean her head against his.

"Public pictures really aren't so bad."

She gives him half a shrug using the shoulder he's not currently resting on.

"I've even posed for one before when someone asked me. I don't really mind too much as long as it's done on my terms and doesn't happen too often."

Draco lifted his head to peer at her, "Really? Well, I guess you can't entirely mind being a public figure."

He chuckled, "Maybe charge them a little for a picture?"

She blushes a bit.

"Well, it's different if it's just a picture for a few people and I'm completely aware of it, not to mention completely clothed. It's not like opening up an issue of Hot Girl News and find a shot of me wearing nothing but a bed sheet or a towel."

She gives him a gentle shove.

"And if it's just a picture that I know about, and only for a few people, then I don't see why I should charge them."

Draco frowned briefly at the mention of the publication, but didn't comment on that.

He did pout at the shove, "It was just an idea. Need money for rebuilding Vane, correct?"

"Yes, but putting myself on display to earn it wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of part time mercenary work."

Which reminds her....

"Actually, I was wondering if you would like to spar sometime. I want to see how good you are at the sword."

"Oh like that system you have? And uh, well, I suppose we could." Draco was a little nervous about sparring with Mia. Didn't want to hurt her even in practice.

Oh, Mia isn't exactly worried about getting hurt.

"Good. When do you have the time?"

~~And how long will it take before she whips Draco in combat?~~

Probably not that long, though he's been training under one of the best for sword fighting. Namely the Ten of Swords, Ruin.

"Well, there's work, and my normal sword practice. But there's plenty of time besides that."

"I have work as well, not that it matters too much while I'm here. Other than that, I'm taking lessons from Axel."

She flushes a little with pleasure.

"He's going to teach me how to fire dance."

Draco nodded, but then his eyebrows quirked, "Fire dance? I suppose it's not just waltzing flames in mid air?"

"Well, I won't be able to do it exactly the same way Axel can. I only know fire magic. Axel is fire incarnate."

She says some soft words and before long there's a tongue of flame dancing on and around her fingertips.

"As far as I know, the only reason I'll be able to learn is because my fire magic doesn't consume me directly. Otherwise, I would be burned alive."

Draco blinked, "Your magic doesn't have fire freezing charms? We usually never have to worry about getting burned."

"Oh, there are ways to help protect against fire, but not all of them are foolproof. But I don't need one for my own fire magic because the flames are using my energy, my actual magic for fuel instead of my body. If I wasn't using my own fire, then I imagine an ice shield would work well enough in this case."

She lets the tongue of flame dance around her wrist and play up her arm.

"Oh, well, the charm works no matter what. As long as you say it right."

Draco watched the fire for a moment, and put his hand near it to feel the warmth.