Chapter Three: Cheeky Thong

"They don't look so bad," Hermione raised her eyebrows as she passed the section of the cheeky thongs section.

They look … wearable.
They look sexy, feminine, cheeky (as the name implies) and mysterious, in a way – everything that Hermione unfortunately wasn't.

She sighed and decided to go with it, choosing a colour that she liked. Black, of course, nothing could go wrong with black.

She purchased it and went back to the office, wondering how the cheeky thong would be like.

"Hello again, Granger," the all-too-familiar voice of Malfoy reached her ears.

Her heart sped up.

"Ah, Malfoy," she smiled, "Must I always bump into you? Or are you following me?"
"Granger, if I was following you, I'd tell you what kind of panties to get," he laughed.

Her eyes widened.

"So you were following me," she said.
"No, no, no. I just thought that you wouldn't only stop at one kind of underwear. You'd have to try at least a couple before making your decision, yes? Though, I really think that sticking to what you know is greatest and most comfortable is the best way to go," he grinned – the 'like your granny panties' went unsaid but Hermione knew he had meant that.
"Oh well, I've got nothing to lose," she shrugged, wondering why on earth she was having an underwear discussion with Malfoy of all people, when just the other day she didn't want to be a part of it when her boys were talking about it.

How strange indeed.

"Hmmm," Malfoy hummed, all the while grinning.
"What's with the smile, Malfoy? Why don't you tell me, what is your ultimate women's underwear?"
"Hmmm," he looked thoughtfully at her for a moment, "I can't tell you that yet. But for now, the friends I have always preferred French knickers. Classy, feminine and demure, they seemed to say."
"I see," Hermione made a mental reminder to get those tomorrow, just in time for her date with Malfoy on Saturday.

At the very thought, her heart leapt madly again. Damn.

"But what is
"I see," Hermione made a mental reminder to get those tomorrow, just in time for her date with Malfoy on Saturday.

At the very thought, her heart leapt madly again. Damn.

"But what is your favourite underwear type, Malfoy?" she pressed again.
"Enjoy the rest of your day, Granger," he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss on it before leaving.

"Huh," she shook her head.

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Cheeky thongs – they really weren't so bad.

After putting it on and looking at herself before work in the morning with only her cheeky thongs on, she finally realized why they were called 'cheeky'.

It exposes the bottom part of the bum.

"Hah," she laughed to herself. For a smart woman like herself, there are things that just seem to fly over her head sometimes.

"Cheeky thongs," she grinned and shook her head, before putting on her work skirt.

It was honestly, very un-Hermione, but oh well – nobody knew and saw what she wore underneath, right?