Chapter 4. No lines

Hermione was sure a thestral had snuck into her room at night and was currently stomping on her temple.

The pain was the first thing she registered, but even with her eyes closed her eyes hurt from the sun streaming into the room. She furrowed her brow, and realized her pillow was made of warm breathing skin.

She quickly started to mentally scan herself, for starters her knickers were firmly in place, thank Merlin. Furthermore, she was wearing her slip, but it currently was bunched up at her waist.

She was certain she was sprawled on top of a guy given the feeling of something hard and hot poking at the back of her knee joint.

Her memories were a blur, she remembered Dean being overly friendly last night, and feared she may have drunkenly brought him to her room. Except the scent was off, this didn't smell like her room, this was a slightly familiar scent, like expensive sandalwood and musk... She remembered!

She opened her eyes to find herself laying on dark green silk sheets and Draco Malfoy, she tried not to move, he was once again shirtless, and her cheek laid across his scarred right pectoral.

Oh, no! She was fairly certain she drooled on him! She slowly brought up her right hand, which had been resting right above his navel, to touch her face for traces of spit. The second her hand left his skin a tattooed arm snapped up to push her hand down on his abdomen again making her gasp.

"Don't move... Too early... So comfortable..." He ordered in a mumbled sleepy voice.

And Hermione felt a strong arm encircle her back and push her closer, effectively immobilizing her in a warm embrace.

Ok, maybe a couple of minutes more wouldn't hurt, she closed her eyes and nuzzle against him once more.

She woke up again much later by the light pouring in. This time she was by herself in a sea of green silk.

Her head still pounded, and she was so thirsty it hurt. On the bedside table was a small flask labeled "Hangover cure" and a piece of parchment that said "Drink it all".

She didn't think it twice, she downed the syrupy content. Her mind immediately cleared up, the pain was gone, her stomach settled and even her mouth felt hydrated and minty fresh.

"I really need to learn how to make that." She mumbled to herself.

She stood up, straightened her knee-length slip, and stepped outside the room happily.

Draco was reading the Daily Prophet sipping on tea when he suddenly did a spit take.

"MERLIN GRANGER! PUT A SHIRT ON! THAT THING IS FUCKING SEE-THROUGH!"

Hermione looked down on herself, the now harsher lighting did make her nipples quite visible through the sheer slip. She crossed her arms over her tits and muttered sorry before quickly heading to their bathroom to shower and change.

She came out several minutes later with a tank top, yoga pants, and her hair put up in a messy bun; she poured herself a cup, grabbed some buttered toast and sat across from him at the tiny table reaching for a section of the paper for herself.

"That hangover potion is amazing by the way, you really have to show me how to make it." She felt Draco staring and looked up to see him looking at her disapprovingly.

"What?" She reached up and touched her face in case she had crumbs on it.

"You promised you weren't going to do it anymore." Draco's grey eyes were firmly on her as he laid down his paper with one hand and held his cup with the other.

"What? Drink? That was a lie, I'll probably get sloshed again next weekend." She bit into her toast again avoiding his judging eyes.

"Nooo...this." He pointed a finger at her whole body.

"What? Drink tea? What are you talking about?" And she took a big sip from her cup.

He took his time to answer as if weighting his word, she finished her toast as he did. "You said you were going to stop trying to tempt me." Eyes still firmly on her.

She took a big sip before talking. "I didn't know the slip was so sheer in the daylight, that was an accident."

"And this?" He gestured to her body.

"What this? A tank top and yoga pants?! This isn't sexy!" She said exasperated pulling on one of her spaghetti straps.

"OH, I beg to differ." He said with a fiery intensity.

"What about you!? I didn't complain when I woke up on your bare chest!" She said smugly.

"That's only because your drunken ass vanished my jumper in the middle of the night!"

Hermione froze for a beat. "I did?" Her voice came out like a squeak.

"Yeah" He said annoyed.

She burst out laughing, and tried to talk through it. "I don't remember *laughter* I'm so sorry *laughter* I'll get you a new one." And she continued laughing.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't bother."

She was wiping tears from her eyes now. "So, the rest of my clothes?"

"You vanished them too." He said smiling.

"Oh noooo! I liked that outfit!" She pouted.

"It was cute." Draco said smiling again.

He remembered trying to reason with her yesterday to go to her room and put on pajamas before returning to his room to sleep, but she was so drunk and stubborn she crawled on his bed and began stripping and throwing item after item on the floor, once she was down to her slip Draco had tried to scoop up her shirt again and convince her to wear it, but she saw where he was heading and just vanished the pile all together. Then she quickly turned and vanished his jumper, saying at least they would be comfortable.

"It's all your fault, you're way too hot" Hermione said to him aggravated.

His eyes went wide and chuckled, "I hadn't heard that in a while..."

Now she chuckled. "I mean you radiate too much heat, like a furnace, and those silk sheets don't help."

"Well... I didn't buy them for their heat trapping properties now did I?" He said a little self-deprecatingly.

A pause was left behind in the air.

Hermione shifted in her chair and clutched her cup between her hands before she looked up through her eyelashes at him. "Does it feel very different? Doing it on silk?"

Merlin he wanted to show her. "Granger..." He warned.

"Merely academic curiosity" She said cheekily

"Well..." He cleared his throat and schooled his features. "Silk stimulates your sense of sight, sound and touch. If one uses the sensual feel effectively all over, it can invoke a lot of pleasure."

She looked up at him intensely, and bit her lower lip, he could practically see the gears in her head and words trying to escape her mouth.

"Out with it, Granger."

"How about once? For...academic curiosity."

"No." He was firm.

"Come on!" She almost whined. "We can start as slow as you want, and you can stop it at anytime if you feel uncomfortable. "

"I'm not going to shag you, Granger." He was adamant.

"That's fine, there's a lot of things we could do that aren't technically shagging." She said mischievously.

His eyes turned to saucers, a barrage of dirty images flashed before him, each more lewd than the other, all starring her.

"Come on Malfoy, just one time, you are obviously on edge as well, if you think this get up is sexy."

He chuckled, an idea made up in his mind. "It is sexy, and I can prove it."

"I'm listening" She crossed her arms in front of herself, teasingly defiant.

"Walk over here."

She smirked and sauntered over to his side.

He scooted his chair back and his eyes scanned her with appreciation. Once she was in front of him, he slowly took her waist and pulled her towards him, so she could straddle him. As she did her loose curls framed her face as she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down at his darkening eyes. Her breath was already uneven.

"It's sexy 'cause I can tell you aren't wearing any underwear underneath it." He slowly caressed down her waist to her hips before he moved to fondle her round rear and suddenly grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her towards him hard while thrusting at her core, making her gasp."

He whispered into her neck making her shudder. "No lines."