Chapter one
"Hello and welcome to another season of The Bachelorette. I am your host Arthur Weasley and I am thrilled to be seeing a new witch and wizard find love at last, especially when the witch in question is such an attractive and loving woman. But don't let me keep you hanging! Here to talk with us about her decision to find love is our very own war hero… Hermione Granger!" Arthur said, standing up from his plush mauve armchair and gesturing toward the door through which Hermione entered with her hair softly curling and pulled half up behind her head. She was wearing a slinky black dress with a deep back and a pair of periwinkle pumps that did wonders for her calves.
"If I may say, Hermione, whoever gets the final rose will be one lucky man," Arthur said, noting how the bookish tween he knew growing up had suddenly blossomed into a sex bomb of a woman, complete with a soft curve from her hip to waist and a recently grown in bosom.
Hermione gave a tinkling laugh and thanked Arthur for having her on the show.
"So Hermione… why love now?" Arthur asked seriously.
"I just feel that after the war and starting my career, I suddenly became so busy and never stopped to love anyone. I am grown now and my life has settled around me, and I'd really like the chance to meet someone special to start my life with… and perhaps a family," Hermione said thoughtfully while Arthur nodded sympathetically.
"Well Hermione, I can honestly say that we are so glad to have you on the show and that our producers have picked out some really great men. I really think that one of them could be your husband, should you so decide," Arthur assured her.
"I'm sure he will!" Hermione said excitedly.
Arthur stood in the drive of the recently renovated Malfoy Manor which Draco had donated to the show after the war. Handsome white peacocks strode behind him, cooing as he stepped down the drive to meet the velvety purple limosine. "Hermione! Great to see you again," he said, embracing her as she stepped out of the car, his hand accidentally ghosting over her bottom and causing him to have thoughts he never had before for this girl, no—this woman he used to think of as his daughter. "Are you ready to meet the 17 handsome men we have selected?"
"You mean the 16 others?" Hermione asked coquettishly beneath hooded lids, very much noticing the bottom-brushing faux pas and enjoying it. Arthur laughed at her joke as he took in her willowy and undeniably womanly form. Hermione was wearing a pale pink dress that hugged her curves and went all the way to the floor, pooling around her feet like a waterfall. Both people turned at the sound of the limo pulling into the drive. Arthur stepped back and slipped away so that Hermione could greet the bachelors, and possibly her future husband, on her own.
First out of the car was a mop of messy hair that Hermione recognized immediately. "Harry!" she exclaimed excitedly as he walked up to her, dressed very handsomely in dark wash jeans, a button down white shirt, skinny tie, and blazer.
"Hermione! It's great to see you. I suppose you know exactly who I am, so I won't stop and introduce myself, but I look forward to trying something romantic with you," Harry said, grinning at Hermione's hot body.
Hermione blushed, "I'll see you inside," she said, kissing him on the cheek and turning to watch him (and getting a nice view of his arse) as he walked into the Manor.
Turning back to the limo, Hermione saw another familiar face: "Ron, you too?" Hermione asked surprised.
"I promise I'm a much better kisser now, 'Mione. Give the old guy a chance," Ron said. Hermione hugged him while laughing and watched him enter the mansion.
Hermione watched as an extremely handsome, dark-haired wizard stepped out of the car in dragon skin shoes and a fitted tuxedo with a handsome bow tie. He had a rose in his hand, and it took her a moment, but she recognized him as Sirius Black. He stepped in front of her and got down on one knee. "Will you marry me, sexy woman?" He asked in a deep, rich voice that sent shivers down her spine. Hermione laughed to shake off the chills she got staring at this sexy man and accepted his rose, "We'll see," she replied good heartedly, taking a solid kiss on the mouth from him before he walked into the house.
Slightly nervous emerging from the limo next was Remus Lupin. His suit was graying slightly but still fit him well. "I'm no Sirius, but I hope we can come to love each other," he said, hugging Hermione tightly to him before slipping inside.
The next suitor from the limo shocked Hermione greatly. As he stepped out and walked up to her in a lilac suit, she suddenly dreaded what was to come. "Dearest Hermione…" he said pompously. "I know we may have been teacher and student in the past, but we mustn't let that bother us now. I am so charmed to be able to date you," he said grandly, taking her left hand with his right and casting a charm behind her back so that red rose petals fell from nowhere over them as he kissed her fingers delicately.
"Thank you, Prof - Gilderoy…" Hermione said hesitantly, struggling with his name. "I'm… charmed."
Hermione was shocked next by Dumbledore's (wait—Albus now) polite kiss to her hand as well as Fred trying to offer her an obviously spiked cocktail when they both came out of the limo, but she was even more shocked by the sexy black man with high cheekbones who stepped out next. "B-Blaise?" Hermione asked shakily, her hands becoming slightly sweaty from memories of sensual teenage fantasies regarding this particular Slytherin. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a emerald tie with silver threading through it. He didn't say a word as he walked up to her but grabbed the back of her head without pause—she didn't even have time to think about the damage he was doing to her painstakingly done up hair—and snogged her senseless. Sure, other men had kissed her that evening but only chaste, sweet kisses on the lips. This was nothing like that. Blaise had a dark, exotic flavor to him that caused Hermione to feel a breath of wet arousal sink into her womanhood as he made love to her mouth. It seemed like ages in which they couldn't stop kissing before a niggling voice broke the passionate moment.
"Oi Blaise, took long-enough, didn't ya?" Malfoy asked annoyed, stepping out of the limo. "Damn Granger, I mean, Hermione…" Malfoy said, suddenly in awe as Blaise stepped away. "They said you became hot, but I didn't imagine… this…" Draco said, marking her curves in the air with his hands before stopping and becoming haughty in his stature. Blaise gave Hermione one last, long glance before walking into the house. Hermione reluctantly turned back to Draco. "I would've thought you'd have enough women around, or wasn't Parkinson and her kitty cat troupe enough?" Hermione asked cheekily. Draco simply rolled his eyes and replied, "They've got nothing on this kitty cat," running his finger up under her cheekbone to her neck sensuously before turning to go inside.
Hermione barely had time to catch her breath before a dashing Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped out in a fusion of African and western clothing, followed by a dumpy looking Mundungus. "Really, Arthur? Really?" she asked into the night. A chuckle from the bushes at the side of the house was her only reply.
The man who really impressed her was a no-longer greasy Severus Snape. Instead of snarling at her, he gave her a curt nod before saying, "I'm sure there is no need for introductions. I look forward to your entering the house as I'm sure… other conversation will not be as enthralling," Severus said sarcastically. Hermione giggled despite herself, and it seemed to make her ex-potions professor less nervous.
Seamus Finnegan, Victor Krum, Dean Thomas, and Cedric Diggory all stepped out of the limo next with no major interest, though they were all very attractive.
Lastly, Colin Creevy, who was no longer the tiny annoyance he was during her school days, stepped out from the limo in an attractive navy blue suit with a hot pink tie.
Arthur appeared again out of the shadows and received Hermione's compliments on the men chosen with mild jealousy before placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her inside. "You know," she whispered in his ear as they reached the tall, ochre door to the Malfoy Manor, "I wouldn't mind you as a suitor either…" Arthur immediately felt something heat up inside of him but made no comment as he beckoned her into the house.
The house was decorated in warm shades of gold with green as a highlight, immediately improving the mood of the mansion from the last time she had been there.
After enjoying herself at the cocktail and having a very flirtatious chat with Sirius Black which earned him a first impression rose, Hermione suddenly found herself on a secluded chaise lounge with Dumbledore who she couldn't stop thinking of as anything but a grandfather. They were having an interesting conversation about ancient runes when Dumbledore brought up his favorite topic—love. Hermione sat half listening while nursing another glass of wine, knowing she should probably stop, when suddenly Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with something more than just their regular omniscient stare and he leaned in to kiss her. Shocked, Hermione turned her head so that his lips landed on her cheek. She knew it was a rude thing to do, but she didn't really want to feel his wispy beard against her chin. He politely pulled away from the peck and patted her knee. "I understand. I have always wondered if Minerva wouldn't mind someone…" he said, getting up.
Hermione was making her rounds with the men when suddenly Mundungus asked for a private audience. Not knowing what to say precisely, Hermione allowed him to lead her to a hidden balcony in one of the rooms off the library. Instead of hearing him discuss his lowly job or the pains of trading in illegal animals, though, he grabbed her breast lewdly and began kissing her sloppily. Hermione threw him back with a nonverbal curse before she could think twice and returned down to the party and announced that she would be handing out the roses.
It came as no shocker that roses went to each in the party except for Dumbledore or Mundungus that evening.
"I'm sorry to see those of you go home, but I'm really thrilled about seeing the rest of you all next week for the beginning of our dates!"
Review, review, review, please! The longer your reviews, the more motivated my sister and I will be to update. Get excited about a fun group date and a sexy one-on-one date in the next chapter with… well, you'll just have to find out! Thanks for reading-SmutSisters
