It was late July, the summer after seventh year; I lay tucked into my bed at The Leaky Cauldron cold and alone. Ron had just left that afternoon for his family trip to Rome in celebration of our graduation from Hogwarts. It would have been the first night of the whole summer that we would have spent apart and I had never felt so lonesome. I thought back to his every touch on my body and his sweet and passionate kisses and I really wanted him back, laying in this big, ice cold and lonely hotel bed with me.
As I thought more about Ron and how much I wish he were here I began to become hot and bothered. It was only 7 pm, what was I doing in bed anyways? I convinced myself that I had to go out and do something so I gathered myself up from the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. I drew myself a steamy bath and filled it will lavender bath salts and bubble bath. As I waited for the bath to fill I walked over to the mirror and looked myself in the eyes, 'WOW.'I thought to myself 'I have grown into quite the stunner.' I allowed the cold silky bath robe I had been wearing to drop to the floor, leaving me standing in just my lacy black bra and matching boy cut panties. I turned back to the bath and turned it off. Removing the little clothing I had left I draped my feet over the large, luxurious Jacuzzi tub and slowly lowered myself into the water.
After removing myself carefully from the bathwater and patting myself dry with a beautiful fluffy white towel I made my way towards my suitcase and carefully selected a soft, black silk dress that cut off about three inches above the knee and draped lightly against my 34 D chest. Carefully hanging the dress on a hanger to wait while I got ready I selected a pair of black strappy four inch stilettos. I made my way back towards the bathroom, dress and shoes in hand.
When I finished in the washroom my long auburn hair was cascading down my back in delicate and loose curls to just above my waist and my makeup was gently applied. The dress hung snug against my body, causing each individual cure to explode like a firework. My heels held my slim legs at perfect length and perfected the full round affect my butt needed. Before Walking out of the room I gave myself a one over in the mirror, 'DAMN I look hot!' I thought to myself before opening the door and strutting down to the bar.
There, sitting at the bar I saw him. Sitting in all of his bleach blond gorgeousness, was my mortal enemy. The hater of all things Muggle and Muggle born, Curser of half-bloods and slayer of mud-bloods. Draco Malfoy. I strode past him with little mind and ordered my drink and took a seat at the opposite end of the bar. Looking around I gazed at each individual piece of sexy wizard ass and turned down each one to hit on me. I may have been spoken for, but hey, it was still okay to look sometimes.
I'm not sure what it was in the night, but I began to feel moistness between my legs. Perhaps it was all the attention from the other men in the pub, being an object of desire was hot, or maybe it was the fact that I had a little too much to drink that night. No that wasn't it, I knew exactly what it was, but there was no way I would ever admit to even myself that the sight of that pompuss, arrogant, egocentric, gorgeous piece of eye candy could ever turn me on. That was the end; I could not take this night any longer.
I stood up and began to stride towards the door to make my escape back to my room and hopefully forget the troublesome on goings of my mind that night. As I was half way between the table and the door a large figure stepped out in front of me, placed warm, masculine hands on my waist and pulled me close. "Looking luscious tonight Granger." The voice whispered, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. The voice belonged to none other than my mortal enemy, Draco Malfoy.