Hermione fidgeted for a moment where she stood. He had been staring at her silently for almost a minute now, and she was nervous as hell. What would he do? Is the outfit too much? What if she read him wrong and he didn't want this? "Oh Merlin, that's it… I'm completely repulsing him. Great! Hermione, how are you going to get yourself out of this one?" Hermione took in a breath to relax herself, only to hear a low groan from Malfoy, looking in his direction she saw his face focused on her bosom that had just swelled. "Oh, so he does want this?" With newly found courage, Hermione started to take a slow sensual hip swaying walk toward him.

"What's the matter, ferret? Cat got your tongue?"

"… ….. ……"

"Oh I see. You want me to help you find it, don't you?"

" (gulp)"

"All you have to do is acquiesce… I'd gladly help you."

" (clears throat)"

"So? Will you follow my shirts directions? As you can see I've worn the least amount of clothing as possible, most trouble you'd have is with the socks… I didn't bother wearing a bra…"

" (growl)"

" I remembered how much you enjoyed my knickers; however, so I thought I'd wear a special pair. Wouldn't you like to see them?"

"(heavy breathing)"

"Of course you would." whispered Hermione in the lowest and most sultry voice she could manage. She was directly in front of the chair and Draco; she only stood a few feet away. She did as Ginny told her; she had to let Malfoy come to her now. The only thing she could do was to stand and look as sexy as possible, which was turning out to be difficult as Malfoy continued to rape her with his eyes. Hermione couldn't remember the last time she blushed so much, nor had this much trouble trying to not bite her lip.

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Draco sat stunned. Was she really wearing a t-shirt that read "Do me, please."? More importantly, why had she bothered to wear the black skirt… it didn't cover much. Possibly the thing that drove him the craziest were her delicious legs. Covered up to her creamy thighs, they were clad in silver and green school socks… He didn't know they were sold like that. On her feet: closed round toed stilettos, black and silver. The sway of her hips, the length of her legs, the vast mountain of breast all set before him in a sexily wrapped package. "What was that she said about underwear?"

Finding his voice, Draco put on the calmest façade he could… He after all only wore a pair of slacks… shirts are useless when he stayed in.

"Granger?"

"Yes?"

"Simply checking to make sure that was you."

"(soft nervous giggle)"

"So… your shirt is rather polite in its demands."

"(soft nervous giggle)"

"However, I'd rather it read this…" Draco flicked his wand.

"Oh" said the little shocked voice.

"Yes, that's better, bit more specific I think. Not to mention its more demanding." smirked Draco

He watched as Granger looked down at her shirt, and smirked when she looked up with a similar smirk of her own. He had changed the words on the shirt to read "Fuck me, Draco."

"I mean you wanted that this morning."

"Indeed…"

"Is that what you would like this evening?"

"It would appear."

"It would…" Draco replied getting to his feet, slowly closing the distance between the two. He could feel the heat emanating off of Granger, no doubt she could feel his.

"Where shall we start?"

"Uh…(gulp)"

"I'd like to taste you… I'm so extremely hungry. What was it you mentioned about knickers?" Draco whispered as he stood right in front of her, feeling her heaving breasts on his chest.

"Wore a special pair, ha ha."

"How do they feel?"

"Why don't you—(sharp intake of air)"

Draco hadn't waited for her answer and rather roughly slipped his hands under her skirt and squeezed her bottom. As he did so he pulled her hips against his so that she could feel the effect she was having on him.

"Mmmm, silky and lacy, nice. Any witty words?"

"Of course." Granger barely breathed out.

"What? Pray, tell."

" Look for yourself."

Smirking, Draco slowly slid his way down her body, turning her around by her hips. Once on his knees with her backside toward him, he ran his hands up her legs and massaged her thighs before lifting her skirt. He couldn't help himself from laughing.

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Hermione let out a soft laugh as well, she knew he'd like her knickers. She had had them for about a month now, she only bought them to piss off Ron when he saw her "Bookworm" knickers. He'd laughed himself simple so the next time they went shopping she was sure to put these on top of all of her purchases. Just as she suspected, Ron was furious and ceaselessly asked her annoying questions of the meaning of the knickers.

" 'Tempted by the Serpent', excellent." he said finally with a little nip at her backside.

"Fits." Hermione smirked, turning around and leaning down so that she could look into those pale grays. Only they weren't pale gray anymore, they had changed to the color of dark steel with the lust that seemed to course through his veins. A bit taken aback, Hermione gripped his hands on her hips for balance; she'd never been looked at like that before. She suddenly found it hard to breathe and swallow, he was making her mouth water and her lungs seemed to only want to fill up with his scent.

"Merlin…"

"What?" he replied to Hermione's whisper.

"What is that scent you wear? It's been driving me crazy all week."

"It has? It's just something I whipped up this summer." He laughed

"Whipped up? You make your own cologne?"

"Have to, can't have anyone else smelling like me. I'm a Malfoy."

"How incredibly pompous you are."

"Mmmhmm." He hummed as he busied himself kissing Hermione's naval. Hermione felt a shiver take hold of her body and it quaked through her spine. Malfoy was no doubt a sex god if he could make her feel this good and he hadn't kissed her yet. The way he swirled his tongue around her naval made her knees buckle and she couldn't stand any longer. Her short gasp as she slightly collapsed against him made him smirk, and he got to his feet while grabbing her forearms. Once Hermione was shorter than him again, she felt his sexual power surround her, he was going for it… he was going to kiss her…

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Suddenly there was a loud "pop" and the two heads were thrown away from each other. Both Draco and Hermione sat crumpled on the ground very red and hot and bothered, while a frightened house elf stood in between them. Suddenly there was a loud "crack" as five house elves had entered the room, all sharing the weight of a huge platter they were balancing. Draco, enraged, got to his feet and bared down on the poor creatures.

"What the bloody hell are you doing!"

"We is bringing the dinner you requested, sir." replied a cowering house elf.

"Great bloody timing you have!"

"Oh stop yelling, you arse. They only did as they were told, even though you could have went to dinner and not force them to do extra work." snarled Hermione, Draco looked at her bewildered not understanding why her anger was directed at him.

"Are you on about that spew rubbish?"

"It's S.P.E.W, and it isn't rubbish!"

"Oh don't get your knickers in a bunch… that's for me to do." smirked Draco

"Oh bugger off." spat Hermione though she couldn't hide the blush that had crept onto her face.

"We is sorry if we disturbed young master Malfoy… we is bringing you all you asked, even extra food." whispered a house elf.

Draco went and grabbed the tray from the overburdened elves, setting it on the table. "Fine. Leave." With a displeased look from Hermione, Draco added a barely audible "Thank you". With the elves gone Draco casted his steely gaze back on Hermione, who blushed and walked over to the tray.

"What's with all the food?"

"I eat when I'm bored." frowned Draco

"So are you gonna eat now?" smirked Hermione

"Not food at least." Draco replied with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Well there's no point in letting the elves hard work go to waste. I say we eat." said Hermione picking up the turkey leg.

"Fine… but I get the turkey leg." said Draco a little disappointed reaching for the turkey.

"You can't always get what you want, Malfoy." smirked Hermione slapping his hand away.

"Yes, yes I can and I intend to." Draco said with a wink that made Hermione shiver. She needed to sit before her knees buckled again. Once seated in the soft chair she brought the turkey leg to her mouth.

"Uh, uh, uh… What did Draco tell you, mudblood?" Reaching over the tray, Draco grasped Hermione's wrist and pulled towards him. Using her hand as a fork per se he ate the turkey leg never looking away from her eyes. Hermione couldn't understand why this action made her stomach flip with excitement, but she had to cross her legs as the air was embarrassing her wetness.

Draco eyed the change in her position and quirked an eyebrow toward her.

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"So the mudblood enjoys it when I eat. Maybe I'd like to eat something of hers…. Oh Gosh what am I saying… Exactly what I'm saying, that's what!" Draco was truly conflicted. He wanted Granger, but what if that interruption was a sign that they shouldn't do anything…


Alrighty people that's where I leave you for now... I've got to know... should they do it. Should Draco and Hermione really have sex... I'll write if it if you want it... but be warned any explicit scene I write will be EXPLICIT! Seeing as it's still so early in their relationship, I don't foresee anything gentle... so if that's what you like vote no. lol Review and tell me how you feel, perhaps I'l write a sampler of two directions the story could go... just let me know.

Thanks!