Hermione's eyes lit up as she looked at the table set up under the stars. The table was lit by candles, and a few different trays of different foods lay out, waiting for them.

Hermione eagerly walked ahead of Draco, not being able to wait to see what her surprise was. Draco had promised her it was something shiny. Hermione couldn't remember ever feeling this spoiled.

Her eyes looked over the expensive wine bottle, the silk table cloth, the mouthwatering food. She liked this dinner idea so far.

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What do you think?"

"Beautiful," she replied happily, leaning her head up to reach his lips.

Draco pulled out her chair for her, poured her wine, fancying himself the perfect gentleman. Hermione smiled and played along. Draco had bought her the perfect red dress for the occasion, dressing himself in a form-fitting suit. Hermione felt special, like she was the luckiest girl in the world.

"I have your present," Draco told her, as she took one last bite of pasta. She eagerly put her fork down and pushed the bowl to the side, waiting. Draco smiled at her playfulness and pushed back his chair, walking over to her. He bent down on his knees and pulled something from under the table. A cloth box lay in his hand.

"So that's where you've been hiding it," Hermione joked, jumping up in her seat. Draco laughed happily and opened the box to reveal a gold bracelet laced with green emeralds. Hermione looked up at him with a smile.

"Very funny," she sighed, referring to the half Gryffindor colors, half Slytherin.

"I thought it was quite comical," he chuckled, pulling out the bracelet and snapping it into place around her wrist. It gleamed in the light.

"It's gorgeous. Thank you Draco." She leaned down, taking his face between her hands and kissed him sweetly. His hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her closer. They pulled back and forth, then breathlessly let go of each other.

"Why don't we go get dessert ordered to our room?" Draco asked her huskily. She eagerly nodded, squealing when he pulled her out of her seat and entwined their fingers.

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Their room was two stories tall. The bedroom was the only part of the second floor, just a level covering part of the living room near the back of the suite. A winding staircase sat next to the front doorway, and a small bathroom was under it. The living room was decked out with priceless Victorian furniture that went along with Luxor, Egypt.

Draco pulled Hermione through the door leading her to a cushioned armchair looking out a tall window, overlooking the lights of Luxor.

He sat, pulling her onto his lap and attaching their lips. Hermione smiled against him, pushing his head against the back of the chair. Draco had one hand rubbing her thigh, the other behind her neck, the way she liked it.

They invaded each other's mouths, their tongues battling for dominance. Of course, neither was going to let the other win, not that they minded. Hermione dragged her lips away from his, lightly placing her hands on either side of his chin, holding him in place. Draco closed his eyes as she rained butterfly kisses along his cheek and jaw, nipping at some places. Hermione sucked his earlobe between her lips, wetting it before pulling away and blowing. Draco moaned under her ministrations, moving one of his hands to her hip.

Hermione nipped at it, calling for another groan from her lover. Suddenly, she jumped off his lap, leaning down to put her hands on either of his knees, giving him an ample view of her breasts.

"I have something for you," Hermione whispered, mimicking his earlier words, seductively biting the corner of her lip. Draco's eyes widened.

"Let's have it, then," he said huskily, his head in the stars as he only imagined what his surprise was. Hermione smiled.

"Stay here," she ordered with a laugh, running up the stairs and disappearing from sight. Draco looked after her longingly, watching her arse move from side to side as she taunted him with images of her naked and wanton.

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Hermione looked in the closet mirror, fixing her appearance.

Her "surprise" for Draco was a set of lingerie she had specially ordered from a magazine sent to her by Ginny, the only person who knew what she was actually up to.

Of course, Ginevra Weasley had been sworn to secrecy, but Hermione needed someone to talk to about her get-away. They had agreed it wouldn't be smart for anyone to know about the famous Hermione Granger going on a worldwide sex trip with billionaire Draco Malfoy. Ginny actually worked for Malfoy's company, though Hermione didn't know what branch.

Back to the point, the C-cup bra was a silky forest green and silver pattern, a tie keeping them together in the middle. The bottom was a little skirt, barely, that high at the back to give a sneak peak of her arse cheeks, the same pattern decorating the cloth. Ginny had given her the thumbs up for this little number, so Hermione had a bit of confidence in her choice. Just a little. Hermione pulled out the loose bun she had been wearing for dinner and curly ringlets spilled over her shoulders. For the last step, Hermione tied a thick ribbon around her hair, pulling it into a loose side pony. She looked in the mirror, and saw a sexy porn star. Well, at least in her opinion.

This was a daring move, even for the daring Hermione Granger. Now, for part two.

Hermione moved to the side table next to the bed, reaching for the telephone as she stretched out on the bed. She pressed the receiver to her ear and pressed zero, waiting for the cheery voice of room service to welcome her.

Hermione smiled lecherously as they asked what she wanted.

"I need the following items at room 324 immediately…"

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Hermione came down the stairs in a slender bathrobe, the curve of the neckline dipping dangerously low and the hem barely hitting her thighs. She ignored Draco's hungry stare as she pranced to the hotel door.

A knock rang out as her hand touched the door knob. She opened the door and cut off Draco's view as to what she was doing.

Draco heard her giggle and thanked the person, closing the door with a shiny tray balanced against her hip. The tray had a lid on it, hiding the contents from Draco's view. She sashayed passed him, heading toward the coach that looked out a different window.

Hermione set the tray down on the coffee table, and then sat down on the coach, looking at Draco from across the room.

"Coming?" she called, smiling happily as he raced over to her, eagerly sitting next to her. Hermione hopped up from the coach, undoing the knot of her robe. The silky fabric fell to her feet and Draco feasted on the sight of her. He reached out for her hips, memorized by the way the tiny skirt flitted along her smooth legs. Hermione's laugh tinkled over him.

"This is only the first part of the surprise," she told him happily, reaching up to her hair and pulling loose the ribbon, letting her curls pour everywhere. She pulled the black ribbon through the fingers, straightening it out, and then held it out for Draco to see.

"A blindfold?" he asked suspiciously, but with a smile. Hermione nodded, biting her lip seductively. Hermione set to work.

She put the ribbon on the coach next to him, and pulled him up. She rid him of his dress jacket, throwing it to the side of the coach. She pulled of his vest next, followed by his black belt. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white dress shirt, before pushing his back down.

"Ready?" she chirped, grabbing the ribbon again. Draco nodded, a smirk taking over his face as his vision turned black. Hermione tied the knot tight, then turned to open the tray. On it was simple dessert items, different syrups and toppings, everything. Hermione bit her lip in anticipation.

She dipped her finger in a little bowl of melted caramel, watching the amber syrup run down her finger. She turned to Draco.

"Open wide," she hummed; laughing merrily as he quickly did as instructed. She fed him the sweet ambrosia, watching as his features softened at the taste. "Can you guess what it is?"

He laughed at her antics.

"Caramel," he said with a confident smirk.

"Very good. Now, let's try this one."

Hermione took one of his hands and brought it behind her, leading his fingers to the tie to her bra. Draco caressed her skin before finding the correct tie, pulling. Hermione shrugged off the article, placing it his hand so he could tell what it was. Draco felt it in his hands, and then set it to the side when he realized what he had been given.

"You witch," he groaned under his breath.

Hermione reached for the bowl of whipped cream, and mischievous smile on her lips as she dipped her fingers in it, caking the fluffy dessert on her nipple.

She carefully placed both her palms on either of Draco's cheek, pulling his face toward her breast.

"Open," she demanded, like a mother trying to feed her son. Draco eagerly sucked in her areola, making Hermione moan in the process. He knew what he had. Draco wrapped his long arms around her back, pulling her closer. He opened his mouth wide and sucked in more of her tan skin. Hermione's throat echoed whimpers and groans, and she gasped when she pulled her nipple out of his mouth with a pop.

Draco's mouth lunged for her breast again, but she held his head straight. Again using the whipping cream, she coated her other breast with the dessert, only then pulling his head back. He hungrily licked up the dessert. Hermione let him at it for a while, her moans even exciting her. The space between her thighs felt slick with her running fluids.

She pulled him off again, much to his dismay.

"I have bigger plans," she mumbled lightly.

She stood him up again, unbuttoning his pants and commanding him to pull them down and sit down. He did as instructed.

She then led his hands to the side of her knickers, demanded he pull them down too. He quickly did. Hermione straddled his lap.

"Don't move," she commanded lightly.

Hermione lowered herself onto him, moaning again and the tight feeling that followed. Draco's head lulled back onto the coach as she started moving up and down.

Leaning over toward the table, Hermione grabbed a thin piece of hardened chocolate.

"Open," she breathed, placing the piece between Draco's teeth. She hungrily kissed him, moaning as the chocolate melted between the heat of their mouths. Draco deepened their kiss, loving the taste of her mouth. He thrust upward into her, deciding she wouldn't notice if he did it fast enough.

They starting bouncing against each other. Hermione gasped every time she was filled, his member hitting her "special" spot every time it happened.

"I love dessert," Draco quietly, as Hermione yell echoed through the hotel room.

After many minutes she calmed down enough to softly reply:

"I love Luxor."

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I'm so sorry! I know this isn't my best piece of work, but I needed to get something up!

In return, I will tell you where they are going next!

Rome.

Be excited!
~Terra