Title: Hidden Talents
Genre: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am making no money from this story.
The candles had almost burned to the nubs, giving the ridiculously large bedroom a cozy atmosphere that was absent during the daylight. Upon the huge, mussed bed, two sweaty bodies lay intertwined, lazily caressing the shadows made by the guttering flames.
"Mmm…" Hermione murmured sleepily, "That was… positively sinful. However did you think of it?"
Draco smiled wickedly as he dropped a tired kiss on her golden shoulderblade. "I am a creature of many talents. You don't know the half of it."
Turning over to rest on his damp chest, Hermione looked into his flushed face with wry humor, "Really, now? Somehow I think you are exaggerating."
Folding his arms above his head, he said superiorly, "For one, my dear, I can name any wine with just a sip. Vintage and everything."
"I don't believe you!"
Reaching over his lean body, she retrieved her wand, a corkscrew and a glass from the nightstand. With a murmured, "Accio wine!" two bottles flew from the cellars into her waiting arms.
As Draco a brow in question, Hermione smirked. "Let's have a little test, shall we?"
Uncorking the two bottles, she poured a generous amount into the glass, swirled, and inhaled the fine fragrance. Smiling at Draco's intense gaze, she took a long sip, swirling the delicate wine around her tongue. Draco smirked and leaned in.
Slowly, teasingly, Draco's lips and tongue feasted on her plump, wine-drenched lips, laving the wine from her sweet flesh.
"Pinot Noir, 1976."
Hermione blinked in shock, shaken from her sensual daze. Grumbling, she plumped up her pillows and prepared to go to sleep.
"Now, now, darling. Don't be upset that you lost. Just think of all the fun we're going to have with the Cabernet Sauvignon 1985."
