Penning the Affair
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does!
Now since that is finished let's get on with the story shall we?
Summary: Draco and Hermione have been having an affair for years and have never encountered a problem other that of Hermione's marriage to none other than Ronald Weasley. So what happens when Draco writes a novel penning the entire affair and everyone begins to realize that the ferret and the bookworm are much closer than they appear to be?
Chapter 3: Red Knickers and House Loyalty
"Draco, I have to get home. Ron will be worried, I didn't leave a note."
"What's your point? You're a grown witch; you don't need to leave a note." He lay underneath the sheets covered up to his waist, but still naked, watching while Hermione hunted around the room for her clothes.
"Draco, it's a common practice to leave a note with your whereabouts when you're married." Hermione looked around for she had found every piece of clothing save for her knickers. Hermione looked up and saw Draco smirking at her. Hermione walked over to the bed with her hand held out. "My knickers please."
Draco lay there still smirking his pale arse off. "I have no idea what you're talking, love."
"Draco, I cannot return home without my knickers, it would raise many questions that I don't feel like answering tonight."
"Fine, Granger, here you are." He reached under his pillow and gave her a pair of ruby red knickers. She quickly slipped them on. "Wow, you're still a loyal Gryffindor down to your knickers."
Hermione laughed. "Draco, you certainly are not one to talk about house loyal your bedroom is Slytherin green, black, and silver, and your boxers today were also Slytherin green."
Draco smirked. "Those also happen to the colors of the Malfoy family crest."
"Ah yes, a family that has been sorted into Slytherin ever since Hogwarts was founded." Hermione retorted.
"Anyway you should wear green next time that color looks absolutely ravishing on you."
"I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I think you'd say any color looks great on me if it got me out of my bra and knickers and into the nearest bed or empty room available."
"Touché," he said as he relaxed among the plush pillows.
"Well, I need to be going now. I'll see you later. Oh before I forget. You need to come to my office tomorrow so we can discuss your book and all the other details, because the publisher really wants to sign you. "
Draco got up off the bed showing off his naked glory and strolled to the bathroom. Hermione trailed behind him as he started the shower.
"Okay," Draco said "How does eleven sound, we can talk business and then go to muggle London for lunch."
"Sounds perfect." Hermione said as she leaned in to kiss Draco. He quickly captured her lips and snogged her like his life depended on it. Hermione pulled out of the kiss panting, deciding she needed to leave before he tried to distract her again.
"Bye, Draco. See you tomorrow. Don't be late."
"You could join me in the shower, you know. I'm sure Weasley won't mind."
Hermione snorted. "Maybe another time." She said with a smirk as she kissed him again and then apparated out of the room and back home to Ron.
Draco stood there for a good minute of two after she left; he then turned and stepped into what would once again be a cold shower.
