Draco's POV

Draco walked through the door, looking forward to an easy day. He only had a single appointment, which was perfectly fine with him. He liked weekdays for this reason, they were slow.

"Hey Thompson, your 8:30 is here. I sent her back into the room already. Told her to get undressed and comfortable. You're lucky mate, she is a fit little piece!"

He rolled his eyes. Gerald was always talking about the customers and how "fit" they were. It was a wonder there wasn't a sexual harassment suit on him yet.

"Thanks Gerald. What kind of package did she get?"

"The full relaxation package. 1 hour. The young spitfire who scheduled this for her called it a "CHILL HER THE FUCK OUT" package. Mmmm, she was fit too."

Well he could do that, that was their biggest and most expensive package. He would get a good chunk of change from this sale.

Walking back to the storage room, he looked for the jasmine and peppermint oil. Hmmm, maybe even tea tree. He would make sure he "chilled her the fuck out".

Hermione's POV

She paced nervously in the room, the man at the counter had told her to get UNDRESSED. Like, naked. She didn't know this person… and they were going to be rubbing all over her naked body. Why did people do this again?

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Hello, ma'am, are you ready and covered before I come in?"

The deep voice rang out from the other side of the door. It was rugged too, the kind of voice that could make a woman get all warm inside. She looked down at her still half dressed body.

"Um, not quite. Do I take everything off? Or just my shorts and top? I've never done this before and… yeah, I don't know exactly what to do."

The man chuckled. "You can leave what ever you wish on if it makes you more comfortable, however most people just remove everything. It makes the experience easier and more relaxing. But I can work around what ever you wish to keep on."

"Oh, ok then." She looked down at her shorts and thought she could take off the bottoms, but she was leaving on her underwear. She removed her top and bra and hastily covered her top half with the small towel the man handed her at the front counter. She looked around the room, but couldn't find another towel to cover up her bottom.

"Um, sir? Is there another towel for me to cover my bottom half with?"

"Of course, there are towels in the cabinet by the waxer."

She looked around and saw the waxing pot. Opening the cabinet she did in fact find numerous fluffy white towels. Grabbing one, she hastily wrapped it around her waist and jumped on the table, ensuring she was fully covered. She was a little nervous about being so naked in front of someone she didn't know, and now to top it off it was definitely a man who would be providing her massage. A man who had a seriously sinfully sexy voice. How was she supposed to be able to relax like this?

"Ok sir, I... think I'm ready now," she said hesitantly.

She heard the door open and looked up, fumbling to make sure her breasts were still completely covered, and oh the sight before her eyes... His voice matched him in every way possible.

Oh my… she thought to her self. She looked the gentleman up and down. He had a VERY nice build, nice chiseled jaw, and his grey eyes…. so piercing. She had seen eyes like his before, but not for a long time. Draco, she hadn't thought of him in ages. He had vanished from Wizarding society. No one had seen or heard from him in over two years. She looked at the man once more and noticed he had a strange look on his face for a few seconds that quickly morphed into a smile.

"Hello ma'am, my name is Jeffery Thompson and I will be your masseuse today. I have been informed you have been scheduled for our biggest package. My goal today is to make you as relaxed as you can be. Are you comfortable, Gr-ma'am?"

"Um yes, I think I am." She glanced up at him briefly, embarrassed by some of the naughty thoughts running through her head. Ugh, maybe Ginny was right. She really needed to get laid, and this man was certainly not helping the matter. Maybe when she was done she would call up Alfonzo. He wasn't a generous lover but he was the best she had to pick from. She sure as shit wasn't calling up Ronald.

"….and that's why I am thinking we could go with a rosewood and tea tree blend if you'd like. Or we can stick with the classic peppermint and jasmine."

Wait, what? Had she really been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear him?

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

He smiled at her, a smirk that sent shivers through her body.

"Of course, what I was thinking was that we could start off with maybe a tea tree and a rosewood oil blend. But if you would like, we can go the traditional route. It's whatever makes you happy."

She just stared blankly. Merlin, his voice was so alluring. She didn't care what oil he used. She just wanted him to keep talking.

"Um, traditional would be fine, I suppose. It really doesn't matter."

Did she just catch him checking her out? No, surely not.

"Ok then. So, do you feel any tension anywhere in particular that you would like for me to focus on?" His husky voice was beginning to cause heat to pool in her lower belly.

"Honestly I don't know, I didn't schedule this. My friend did, she insists that I need to relax and take some "me time". I really don't know what to ask for or even what to expect. But I guess if I had to say what has the most tension, I would say my whole back, and my calves. I do a lot of walking around and they tend to cramp up a lot." She kept staring at his beautiful grey eyes, she felt like they were looking straight into her soul.

"Well then, I can do a full body massage. That should help relieve some of the pain in your back and in your calves. So if you would, just go ahead and lie down on your stomach and get fully comfortable."

Draco's POV

Holy shit! Granger's on my table!

Last he had heard about her, she and the weasel were engaged to be married. Looking at her ring finger, he didn't see a ring. Curious, maybe the wonder-pair didn't work out.

Either way, I need to relax, she doesn't know it's. Hell, she would never even look at me like that if she knew it was me.

So here he was, with the last person he thought he would ever see, naked…. on his table. And my, did she look great. Gone was the bookish, buck toothed, bushy haired school girl. Instead, on his table laid a rather sexy looking woman. (Her once uncontrollable mane now fell in soft ringlets, and he found himself longing to run his fingers through her long hair.) Her legs looked like they went on forever, and her skin was a gorgeous caramel. He inwardly wondered if she tasted like it, too.

He didn't know when she started looking this good, but damn did it suit her. He glanced back at her face and realized he had been caught checking her out. He noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. He felt something in his stomach heat up.

He cleared his throat. "So, are you comfortable ma'am?"

Granger nodded her head.

"Ok, well then if you are ready. I'm going to begin"