Chapter 3
Hermoine sat in her closet staring at all the hanging clothes. She was feeling dazed and light headed.
She re-read the notes and letter but she couldn't figure out what Malfoy wanted from her.
Last time she saw him, he said she would be seeing him more.
"Its a quarter until 9... He said to wear something nice. What do I wear?! Why am I so flustered?! Its just stupid Malfoy. And I'm just looking for answers. Thats it. This is nothing. Just answers. But those eyes... Those icy blue eyes. Those warm lips. His whiskey tainted breath. His strong arms around me..." she sighed...
"SNAP OUT OF IT. ITS MALFOY.: She rubbed her eyes with the balls of her hands.
" The same guy that tormented you all those years. The same guy who called you a mudblood and ridiculed your parents. He's nothing but a slimy snake that looks down on everyone with disdain. Might as well entertain him then..." She grinned wickedly.
Hermoine decided to wear a more than form fitting red dress with black Louis Vuitton stilettos, filling her plump lips in with simple cherry chap-stick and turning her red locks that reached her lower back into perfect waves, making then cascade even lower.
"Might as well make him suffer, right?"
She walked to her living room took another look in the mirror and gave herself a smokey eyed wink and full lipped smile.
Then with a flick of the wrist and the keys in her hand, she headed to the flat, she figured was Malfoy's.
Hermoine decided flashing in would be completely inappropriate, even if it is Malfoy, she didn't want to be rude.
Plus, he gave her keys which meant the flat was probably charmed.
She wondered if to knock or to just use the silver, rust stained keys.
Weighing the options she decided to use the keys. Malfoy probably had his servants leave for the night.
"Good for them too, i would hate to work for Malfoy." She whispered under her breath, and then chuckled at her own humor.
Taking a deep breath she hoped would give her courage, she unlocked the door and peered inside.
"Hello?"
She was suddenly glad she had worn these stilettos.
The clicking of her heels masked the sound of her heart beating too loud and too fast.
"Malfoy? Are you here? Hellooooooooooo! Its Hermoine!" She sighed slightly, feeling ridiculous for dressing up so much just to be stood up.
"He's probably playing a prank on me to ridicule me. What an ass."
Dropping the keys on the velvet couch, she clicked her heels back towards the door, letting her eyes and demeanor drop in the sadness that strangely engulfed her.
"Where to you think you are going, Darling?"
A deep male voice wrapped itself around her. Making her close her eyes to absorb the feeling before noticing who it was.
Knowing it was Malfoy, she grimaced and turned around. Feeling all too clumsy in her 6 inch heels.
"I thought you stood me up..." She said shyly.
Looking everywhere but Malfoy. She was scared of being trapped by his gaze.
Malfoy looked at Hermoine with his normal arrogance but then noticed her shy demeanor. She was actually letting her guard down.
For the moment at least.
"Oh no my sweetheart, I was in the dining area finishing the preparations. I simply didn't hear you arrive." He eyed her carefully.
He then closed the space between them, enveloping Hermoine in an embrace that was all too tender.
As Malfoy tried to raise her eyes to his by lifting her chin, she roughly pulled away.
"So, about those answers. I want to know what this is all about."
Malfoy awkwardly cleared his throat. Feeling off about Hermoine's rejection. But regained his composure, masking his face with the usual icy sneer.
"Lets go to the dining room, shall we."
He roughly grabbed Hermoine's elbow and led her to a large dimly lit room with a mahogany dinner table in the middle.
It was dressed with a satin cloth and fine china plate settings. In the middle was a small but fancy flower arrangement and lit candles.
The beauty of the room left her speechless.
"This is ... beautiful, Malfoy... Did you do all of this?"
With a stern tight-lipped expression he grunted his answer and pulled out one of the seats for her.
"Here, take a seat. Im going to sit next to you. I think the whole, sitting across from each other is rather distant and routine."
He gave her one of his cold grins and winked at her.
He gave her the chills.
"oh, but I love routine."She replied stubbornly.
Malfoy gave a dark laugh, happy to see her feisty attitude reappear, and tapped her nose.
"Don't be a prude my dear, I can feel your attraction to me. You don't want routine. You want me."
She sucked back air.
"How dare you! You are so-" But Malfoy interrupted her ranting.
"Save it, darling. Don't deny what we all know."
And took a seat next to her.
"Now my lovely, tell me what is on your mind." He winked at her.
Oh Hermoine had a few things she wanted to tell him.
How disgusting he is, how heartless and cold and down right stupid.
But there were more important matters to deal with.
"Why are you tormenting me? Why are you doing all of this?" She gestured towards the dinner table, the room and his spotless attire.
A crisp powder pink long-sleeved button up shirt that outlined the firm and defined muscles that lay underneath, with a black tie and black slacks that hugged his hips all too perfectly.
She had to shake her head again.
"Oh my sweet little thing, how am I tormenting you? If anything you are tormenting me!"
Hermoine was flabbergasted.
"How in the hell am I tormenting YOU?!
Malfoy once again laughed at her.
"Lets start with your hair. So rich in color, silky in touch, and the length is just, tantalizing."
He wrapped a wave around his finger and sniffed.
Hermoine stiffened.
"Your beautiful face. How you precisely applied your make up, highlighting your long lashes, high cheek bones, and plump lips."
He dragged the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip.
Hermoine's mouth slightly parted and her breathing became raged and sharp.
"This beautiful red dress. How it hugs your... curves. The dip of your waist and the curve of your round hips. And how it stops oh so perfectly at the top of you shapely thighs."
He dragged the palm of his hand down her neck and down the side of her body. Stopping at the end of her tiny dress.
Hermoine's eyes became heavy with lust and closed.
"And the sexy stilettos. How they outline your calves and make your butt perky. Not to mention the way you walk. Oh darling you're tormenting me."
With a final caress to her smooth legs, he started to chuckle.
Hermoine snapped out of the spell he put on her and shifted awkwardly, trying to scoot her chair away from him.
"I am not the one doing the tormenting here. You're the one sending me notes at home AND AT MY JOB! What do you want from me Malfoy?!"