A/N: This is one that just made me laugh. Hopefully the descriptions are sufficient for you to see the scene (specifically Draco). This is probably one of my favorites. First three years of school, let's say ran pretty much as the books describe. Some changes happen in year 4 forward, but you'll have to read to see what.
Enjoy!
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Hermione tried to avert her gaze, but it was impossible. His hair was perfectly wind swept, as if he had just chased down the snitch, except he'd arrived by the floo hours earlier. His grey eyes sparkled with happiness, beneath that was a touch of mischievousness and something else Hermione couldn't quite understand. The tip of his pink tongue continued to poke out and run along the edge of his lower lip. In an effort to not stare, Hermione's gaze dropped to his chest. She wondered if he was as firm under the light weight jumper as he appeared. The man, she had to admit they were all adults now, had grown the most since she first saw him as a scrawny eleven year old.
Twenty-five year old Draco Malfoy was still lean, but lean did not mean scrawny and no one could accuse the former Slytherin of being scrawny any more. The rumor mill said his change was due entirely to work ethic on and off the pitch. She wondered just how seriously he took his training. If the reported stories were true, he was one of the most dedicated and intense players in the world spending twelve hours a day training during the season. The off season was split into two times, right after the season when he would recover from any lingering aches and pains on the sandy shores of the Mediterranean Sea. The rest of the off season was focused on training and practicing his form. Only giving himself an eight hour break each day. Those eight hours included eating, sleeping and catching up on his reading. Just as he was at Hogwarts, Draco was a voracious reader.
Hermione's gaze continued on this southerly journey. She noticed how his chest tapered at his waist, she wondered how his skin would taste as she traced each of his abs, with her tongue. Those thoughts would not help her situation, she sat on the couch, in an effort to relieve the pressure building. Her eyes lingered a moment longer before moving past his belt buckle and reaching the region where the majority of her curiosity lay. With barely a glance, she forced her eyes a touch lower and his incredible thighs. They were strong, hours a day spent gripping a broomstick tend to give a man amazingly toned legs. While his legs were still under his perfectly pressed slacks, she could make out the curve of his calves. Hermione's focus and thoughts were pulled from her fantasies when the man cleared his throat.
By the time Hermione realized what was going on, he had turned to face the other side of the room. Slower than she was proud to admit, she realized his jumper had already been removed and set, folded, on the couch. Then, in a move that makes every woman swoon, his long fingers reached for the back of his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Hermione wasn't sure what noise she made, but she knew she made some noise acknowledging the man was because he stiffened only for a moment before throwing a heated glance over his, now bare, shoulder.
Hermione watched as the T-shirt was folded and laid gently on top of the sweater. His back muscles rippled as he twisted, bent and moved. When he began to open those perfectly tailored slacks, Hermione stopped thinking. As they dropped to the floor the witch found herself staring directly at what might be the most perfect bum she'd seen on a man. A perfect silk-covered bum flexing has he lifted his leg to remove then from his slacks.
A groan escape her lips as he bent down to pick up his pants, folding them carefully to ensure there were no wrinkles and set them on top of the stack with his t-shirt and sweater. He removed his socks and turned toward the witch whose gaze hadn't left the man's bum and now found herself looking directly where she had so purposely avoided before. He twitched. She jumped from the couch to stand. Eye to eye the pair stared at each other. Whatever emotion hid under his happy mischievous side was now on full display. Hermione's thighs clenched tightly and his oh-so pink tongue slid fully along his lower lip.
"Before we go any further, let's talk a bit about the poses. Yes?" To his credit, Draco Malfoy accepted the condition and stepped to couch nearest the witch. The witch, who incidentally fascinated him for the majority of his school years, hell the majority of his life at this point, was staring wide eyed at his chest and seemed to be battling with herself. He smirked and knew agreeing to this was a brilliant idea. He wizard, ever the gentleman these days, motioned toward the couch and he watched as she sat almost robotically. Draco sat within reaching distance to the witch and was assaulted with his own thoughts on their tumultuous history.
At eleven, he had been curious about the girl until he discovered she was a muggleborn. Being raised as he was, he knew they could never be friends. His father wouldn't allow it. He would have been fine just ignoring the girl while imaging how wonderful it would be to study with her and push each other to better results. When she befriended the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Annoy and his ginger shadow, Draco knew there could never be a relationship between them. It wasn't until she insulted his ability to get on the school team in second year that he'd say he actually hated her. That hatred lasted until third year when he saw just what happened when he allowed his mouth to run. He had sought her out and apologized for what he'd done. In the end, the pair agreed that having a hippogriff with a bunch of third years was not the best decision but it wasn't the creature's fault.
"What would you like to discuss Hermione? I think it's pretty straight forward. At least how you described it to me. I strip and you take pictures. What's so hard about that?"
Hermione swore she heard a little too much emphasis when he said hard. Her eyes slid shut as she felt the heat pouring off the nearly naked wizard next to her. She felt him shift and his arm drape across her shoulders. She would swear to have felt his fingers lightly pulling the curls that had escaped from her bun. When his warm breath washed over her cheek, her mind idly thought how she would have never imagined doing this for a living.
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Four years after graduating Hogwarts, Hermione found herself bored. She had scored some of the highest NEWT scores ever and got a pick of jobs at the Ministry. However, what she found out later was, all the great opportunities were entry level (or lower) grunt work. The Ministry had to look like it was progressive and hiring Hermione was a publicity tactic only. She hated her job.
During one of the semimonthly gatherings of the graduating class of 1998, Hermione had been complaining once more about her job. Not realizing anyone other than Harry and Ron were listening, Draco Malfoy popped his head in the conversation and asked why Hermione didn't just move into the private sector. He continued to explain the real work, the real ability to help and educate came from those who did it themselves, not relying on the Ministry. When Hermione didn't respond, Draco shrugged and returned to his previous conversation. Hermione didn't respond because she was shocked on multiple levels. None of her friends ever thought to advise her to leave the Ministry. There was more than the Ministry for her and once it was out there, the thought was the most obvious thing in the world.
After having a few more drinks with the group, Hermione returned to her small apartment and pulled out her guilty pleasure. Muggle magazines and Hermione's mum had sent a batch that day. Hermione could of course go and get them, but her hours at the Ministry were long and when they were over she was exhausted. Hermione poured herself a glass of wine and opened the one on top. Hours later, Hermione closed the third magazine and knew she had to get some sleep. Her feet dragged as she walked down the hall. Her mum knew Hermione would binge-read the magazines and refused to send them until Friday afternoon to ensure her daughter had the weekend to read, relax and catch up on her sleep.
As Hermione fell into her bed, she cursed the wizarding world for not wanting to advance and for still looking down on the muggle world. Muggles weren't hunted or shunned, but they weren't really accepted either. Their unfortunate lack of magic would continue to cause a touch of fear for those with magic. Sighing she settled her head on her pillow and thought again how nice it would be if she could pick up a silly but informative magazine whenever she wanted at the local bookshop or apothecary or even Ministry cafeteria.
When Hermione woke the next morning, she wasn't too hungover and had the same thought running through her head as it had the night before. "Why couldn't I? I'd just need to find someone or a few someone's who could help me get it off the ground." Hermione spent the morning planning. By lunchtime she had a list of other muggleborns and half-bloods who were completely comfortable in both the wizarding and muggle worlds. If they thought the idea had merit, she would focus the rest her weekend on putting together a proposal.
Dean Thomas was her first port of call. From when he discovered he was a wizard until he was seventeen, the man thought he was a muggleborn. When he reached adulthood the Ministry decided he was old enough to know about his father. It turned out the man was actually a pureblood Spanish wizard who had been on holiday and had no idea Dean existed. Dean's father was quite pleased to have an heir he didn't have to raise. To show his pleasure, the updated will included Dean and his father left the majority of his legacy to the now discovered (adult) heir.
Dean agreed the ability to get magazines regularly would be great. He ended up visiting his mum once a week to pick up his own favorites and was a bit jealous he hadn't thought about asking his mum to just send them like Hermione had done. A pair laughed for a bit and made a list of magazines and topics they'd like to see. Neither were interested in gossip, the "newspaper" did a fine job of that. Instead they wanted something that talked about sports, entertainment, informative articles and the like. Like when Draco made the obvious point about Hermione doing something outside of the Ministry, Dean gave Hermione the focus on what she would do when he asked why she couldn't write the stories herself.
Hermione admitted to liking the idea, but didn't want it to be like the Quibbler. She loved Luna, but if she published a magazine, she wanted it to focus on many things and not just one topic only a few found interesting. That was the next thing she needed to work out. If she did publish a magazine, what would it be? How could she make everyone happy every month? She didn't know. All she did know was she was looking forward to figuring it out.
Hermione's second through tenth ports of call were the rest of the classmates she'd identified. They all had interesting ideas on what they would want. Some wanted suggestions for fixing problems, others wanted to know what would be popular, some wanted a way to keep up on current events not covered by the wireless, and the wants went on and on.
After the discussions and spending the remainder of the weekend planning, Hermione had an idea for a monthly magazine tackling most of the wants by only dedicating a page or so to each topic. These would be quick write-ups related to but not the focus of the magazine. These would be areas the readers would come to expect in every issue. Each month the magazine would tackle a different main topic and have multiple stories on different aspects. She set up meetings over the following couple of weeks and found her ideas to meet with the approval of those with more influence than she had. It was daunting, but after a month of work and some surprising backers Hermione decided she needed to do it or give up the idea. The next morning the witch handed in her resignation. She knew she could do this.
That night, at the semimonthly gathering, Hermione announced her resignation and her closest friends were shocked, they had no idea what she would do. None of them would have much of an idea what her plans were, let alone what they would entail. Harry, Merlin love him, was ignorant of most things muggle. The people who raised him had done a number on him and in response he turned his back on the muggle world. His only indulgence to the world of his mother's birth was the little red coupe he used to speed through country lanes. Ron would just want to hear about the Canons and that wasn't what this was going to be. Ginny, while she didn't avoid the muggle world, she didn't seem to understand just how advanced it actually was.
While her closest friends were in shock, those who had been helping her were excitedly asking when the first issue would be published, had she identified the inaugural topic, when did she think it would be delivered and what else had made the cut. Her backers stood at the fringe of the crowd and saw a real potential. Publishing books didn't always turn an immediate profit, but if this took off the potential could be quite high. Draco Malfoy stood a bit apart from the rest and watched Hermione as she happily smiled and answered questions. She only caught he gaze once and she smiled gratefully at the man who'd given her that first push.
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"While you won't be dressed, it's not like you're just going to stand there naked. The purpose of this month's magazine is to understand the beauty of the natural body. Don't expect there to be a centerfold with you laid out for the world to see." Draco pouted a little at the thought of him not being in the prominent location.
While Hermione was speaking she heard a pop but didn't acknowledge it as she was focused on not stumbling over her words. Draco's hand gave up its playful tugging with her curls and started to make gentle designs on her shoulder. Hermione relaxed ever so much into the warmth of his hand during the discussion; however, the witch and wizard straighten when they heard the elf's voice. "I should hopes my master isn't going to be a centerfold. Although, with him almost nudes, all these cameras and you talking about poses, I doubt you." Hermione turned to see a small elf in khaki shorts and a bright pink polo shirt tapping his leather boat shoe clad foot almost impatiently.
"Kitmu, what are you doing here? Didn't I ask for you to stay at the house today?" Draco seemed a bit perturbed at the elf who was almost glaring at the wizard.
"Yes, you did and what happens when I don't accompany you? You agreeings to do some dirty pictures with a witch. What will your mother say?" It seemed the pair was about to get into quite the argument when Hermione spoke up.
"Kitmu was it?" The elf focused on the witch who had moved forward on the couch, out of Draco's hold, and nodded his head once. It wasn't clear whether his nod was to acknowledge was her question or the fact Draco was no longer holding her. "What I said to Draco was true. The pictures will not show any of his, ummmm, unmentionable parts. If you'd like to stay, I don't have a problem with it. I'm sure you'd feel more comfortable watching and hearing what I'm trying to get on film. I'd also be happy for you look over the proofs once we finish." Hermione continued to look at the elf waiting for his decision. What she didn't see was Draco non-verbally telling his elf to go home and leave him with Hermione.
Kitmu didn't really care what was being pantomimed to him. "I agrees with that. Let's begin." Kitmu stepped to Hermione and led her to the couch across from where she'd been sitting next to Draco while Kitmu then settled himself next to the wizard. Hermione wasn't sure why the elf didn't like her, but she'd faced this sort of thing before.
"So what I was thinking was for Draco to be on his broom. I hope you can sit bare bottomed on it. I could add some cushioning spells or something. It's just each person posing will be doing something that represents them. For you, I thought it could be quidditch. We will have a few other players as well, but I think the readers would really enjoy some of the ideas I had." Hermione didn't say out loud that she'd enjoy the pictures as well. She wondered if the real pictures would compare to how she'd imagined them in the dark of her room.
"I'm good with that. Kitmu, you ok with this idea or can I make these decisions on my own?" The wizard seemed eager to start up the fight again when Hermione interrupted and started to explain her ideas. Both the wizard and the elf found them quite interesting and would definitely show off his body. After thirty minutes of discussing her ideas Draco stood. "I'm ready, let's go." Draco suddenly had his broom in his hand and had dropped his boxers. Hermione, in an effort to not upset the elf and kept her focus on Draco's face before looking to the ceiling and asking the now nude wizard to turn around. When she heard him huff she looked to the elf who nodded and let her know it would be safe to resume looking somewhere other than the fifth ceiling tile from the edge.
Hermione was again presented with a delectable bum and the wizard, whose bum it was, smirked over his shoulder. She suddenly had an idea. "Draco, don't move. I think for this first set of shots I want you to stay turned in that direction with your broom over your shoulder. Then we'll start to get the ones on your broom." Shrugging the wizard did as he was asked and turned his expression to one that caused the butterflies in Hermione's stomach to start fluttering. "That's great." Hermione suppressed a groan of pleasure before continuing. "Let's get on the broom but keep your back to me and rotate at your waist to look at the camera. Give me the look you give your competition just before you take off after the snitch."
Draco and Kitmu both looked a bit stunned at the image the witch presented and knew it would be an amazing shot. Draco continued to shift on the broom in order to give the camera different angles and for the most part his well known smirk on his face. Hermione had caught a couple of expressions that were a bit unguarded and immediately decided she'd not use those in the issue.
"Before you get off the broom, I want to get a side shot. One that looks like you're racing for the snitch with your hand extended. Kitmu, if you wouldn't mind making sure his bits are hidden? It will make what I have to do easier." As Hermione set up the camera at the perfect angle the elf looked to his master and ensured he didn't show of those family jewels. After what seemed like a thousand pictures, Hermione agreed to let him dismount.
"For this next set, let's have you mounting broom. If I took the shot from the side and below you, would the broom cover your manhood?" Draco snickered and looked between his broom and the appendage that had been pretty attentive all day.
"I think so, if not can't we photoshop it or something?"
Hermione had settled on the ground and was looking into her viewfinder to determine where Draco needed to stand when he asked that question. "Photoshop? What sort of things are you doing to have heard of photoshopping Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione chuckled to make sure he knew while she was curious, she was also joking.
"You pick these things up. I'm a world traveler Miss Granger, one who is also an active listener and mildly curious about things ignored during my childhood." Draco was staring down at the witch and wondered where she'd go next.
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Until Draco's fourth year, he'd never given much thought to a world that ascribed to the traditional pureblood ideology. His parents had taught him things, but they weren't as crazy as some of the boys he'd met first year. Most of Slytherin seemed to truly want to kill other children only because of their birth. Draco couldn't engage them in an intellectual discussion on the topic lest he be branded a blood traitor. It also didn't help most of those he knew weren't know for their intelligence. So he sat and watched. He learned the old beliefs were impossible in reality. One only had to look at examples of animal breeding or his mother's own family to know you can't keep everything inside a small circle.
During Draco's fourth year the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts and, as most expected, Harry-Bloody-Potter got his name pulled from the cup. Of course at the end of the year the explanation on how was quite obvious, one of their professors was actually a Death Eater working for Voldemort. Draco really wondered if Dumbledore was the best the Light had on offer or the old wizard had lost the plot. Anyone could have told you something was wrong with Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody.
The end of the tournament brought a few surprises to the wizarding world. The first was Voldemort still being around, body-less, but still a viable opponent. The second was how easily the aforementioned Death Eater was able to manipulate the final task. Again some began to ask if Dumbledore was getting too old for the responsibility. The third, final and most unexpected surprise was Voldemort destroying himself during the ritual intended to bring him back to life. It seemed whoever translated the runes from the ancient writings had mistakenly translated the rune for 'familiar' to 'enemy'. Since Harry was the farthest thing from a familiar, his blood changed the intent of the ritual. Instead of giving life it destroyed the items keeping the man alive and ended the sad existence of one Tom Riddle.
Rumors were strife over who Voldemort would have trusted to translate something so important. There weren't many Death Eaters with the sanity and knowledge to translate. The most prevalent belief revolved around the Malfoy family. Lucius had been a rather high ranking individual during the first war and as a seventh year student at Hogwarts, he scored an almost impossible result on his Ancient Runes NEWT. While they never said anything one way or the other, the public believed the family truly changed sides and only remained undercover in order to find a way to destroy Voldemort before things got bad again.
Draco slowly came out of his self imposed solitude. That is, he started to speak with students outside of Slytherin. The professors took the opportunity to pair Draco with a variety of other students and found when paired with Hermione Granger, their results bested anything done in the last decade. While the professors found the pair's arguments to be real, the topics weren't about blood supremacy but whichever subject they were studying. That was how the Slytherin House started to expand their social circles and think of themselves as part of Hogwarts and not just Slytherin.
After the end of his fifth and sixth years at Hogwarts, the Malfoys would take a long summer break. They would travel and visit some of the most desirable places in the wizarding world. At least that is what The Prophet reported. In reality, Narcissa had been able to reconnect with her sister and the pair started to rebuild their relationship. The summer trips the two families took were to some of the beautiful muggle sites in the world. They also were to show the Malfoys what happened to a society when a subset of the population was marginalized solely because of their birth. If the Malfoy family hadn't truly changed their beliefs, what they saw during those summers would have done it.
Draco returned each fall a bit more compassionate and understanding. Those years were spent trying to find a way to express his new outlook without it being seen as a publicity stunt. Every time Draco had an idea and would ask Lucius for assistance with the Ministry, the pair found the Ministry was more concerned with its appearance and keeping its coffers filled. By seventh year Draco was incredibly frustrated in his failure to get anyone with power to agree to assist him. During the Yule holidays of his seventh year, Draco made a decision and with his parent's approval, a number of charities intended to help anyone who needed it were established. The wizards assumed it was for the poor of the wizarding world, but in reality they helped magical and muggle the same. Draco didn't see why people should have to suffer if he could do something about it.
It took him almost seventeen years, but he learned the best way to do something, anything, was to do it your way and not rely or believe others would help out of the goodness of their hearts.
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The final set of shots were approaching and Hermione was getting nervous. The elf found the witch quite intelligent, but more so enjoyed how uncomfortable she was around Draco. Kitmu wondered if the pair had a history or if the witch just wished for something like that.
"Draco for this last shot…". Draco raised his hand to interrupt.
"Before we do your final shot, I have an idea I'd like to pass by you." Seeing Hermione nod, Draco continued. "What if we had some where I'm relaxing and reading. I'm pretty sure most of the world knows I'm a bookworm, it might be a nice unexpected shot." The potential image was beyond Hermione's wildest dreams when he pulled a Regency era book from his bag and a pair of reading glasses, well, Hermione almost melted. "I was thinking on the couch, with a leg bent, you know to hide my manhood." The wizard smiled wickedly as he kicked out on the couch and started reading. Hermione took more photos than she needed, but it was just too beautiful of a view to stop.
"I think I have enough now. So, for this last shot, it has the possibility to be a bit racier than the others." Licking her lips, Hermione calmed her breath. "What I'd like is for you is to sit on your broom facing me and lean forward while reaching your hand out." Draco was able to again get himself in position without flashing the witch more than his bum. Kitmu however saw an issue and began to protest as Hermione pulled a snitch from her bag. She gazed into her lens trying to not focus on the one area she'd love to study hands on, and placed the snitch directly over it. "Reach for the goal Draco." Hermione started taking pictures as she whispered her direction.
Without a second thought Draco's gaze hardened and he focused straight ahead. He wasn't looking at the snitch, he was trying to look through the camera and focus on Hermione. "Goals are always harder than just a snitch Granger. They take dedication and time, a snitch is luck and skill. What's your goal now?" Hermione didn't have an answer.
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After the final shot, Draco dressed much to Hermione's regret. The now well-dressed man offered Hermione dinner and a quiet place review the proofs with his elf. After a very lovely dinner where the conversation was on everything other than the magazine, Hermione made her way toward the back of the home. In the library Kitmu was finishing setting up a light table and beckoned Hermione to move along. The pair reviewed each of the proofs looking at multiple aspects. Hermione was looking at the composition, lighting, shadows, facial expressions and a dozen other things. Kitmu's review was more focused on what could or couldn't be seen in each photo. A large number of the proofs were set in the rejected pile. Kitmu requested those pictures be removed due to bits and pieces being seen. Hermione promised no one else would see them and set them in her bag.
At the end of the night, Hermione was sad to leave the library without the chance to explore it. She mumbled 'maybe someday' as she looked back and passed Draco. The wizard already had plans for the witch's next visit. And there would be a next visit.
At his floo, Draco gazed at the witch and smiled before leaning towards her. "Today was a pleasure." When he pulled away Hermione's gaze was heated and with an unspoken agreement, the pair acknowledged the tension between them was completely different from what they experienced those early years at Hogwarts. Hermione licked her lips before calling out her destination. Draco watched the green flames die and when he was totally alone again, his mind began to race with ideas.
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After her time with Draco and Kitmu, Hermione returned to the small office she'd rented and started to layout the selected photos. It was only a few days later when she was able to finalize Draco's pages. In addition to Draco, her school time (and still) best friend Harry Potter had agreed to be part of the issue. Hermione wasn't responsible for his photo session, but when his proofs arrived Hermione knew just what photos would be on the center spread of the magazine.
The April issue focused entirely on the body. There were articles about nutrition, hygiene, fashion along with other topics all focused on how to get the best out of your body. The photos showed people from all professions and walks of life. The athletes were most fit with muscles and intense looks. The aurors were found to be the most surprising as they were fit but also trained in a variety of techniques used to subdue. The "regular" people ranged from pregnant witches to dragon tamers to Ministry officials to a Hogwarts Professor. No one really looked at a cauldron the same after that issue.
The most discussed photos were those on the center pages. Draco's spread started before the center and he received a single page at the beginning of the section with the picture of him reaching directly at the reader. Most saw the intensity in his eyes as why he was considered one of the best players. A few were more circumspect and after some well placed, well worded questions on what Hermione asked when the shot was captured, they suspected the man was much more focused on the witch and not the snitch.
After the first page, Draco had two double page spreads with photos, an interview, a story on his charities and an example timetable for one of his training days, along with what his meals would entail. On the next page, just after the last double page spread, was the center of the magazine and on the left page was a photo of Draco seemingly racing toward the right page with his hand extended.
On the right page of the center was a similar shot of Harry but reversed. Harry faced Draco, also reaching toward the middle of the page. Hermione thought the two pages might have actually been close to what a spectator would have seen all those years ago on the school pitch. The boys fought every match during Hogwarts then and now when they participated in a Ministry league or just a pick up game the intensity was obviously still present. With a bit of photoshopping Hermione placed a snitch hovering over the center staple. Many laughed and told Hermione she would have enjoyed Quidditch more if the seekers were naked. Hermione's blush made everyone laugh just a bit harder.
Draco stood smugly just behind Hermione smirking at her best friend. Harry rolled his eyes at the wizard but was pleased to know his best friend was finally happy and able to bring focus to topics she found important. It didn't matter she had to do some sensationalization to get people to purchase it, in the end they read the articles and began the discussions that hopefully would inspire someone else to do something.
Hermione's magazine had an incredible bump in subscribers after the initial April issue and it did become one of the most eagerly anticipate issues for the wizarding world Not only to see who was shown, but to see just how beautiful the human body could be.
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That first dinner with Draco was followed by many others as the pair began to act on the feelings they had suppressed while at school. Hermione found herself in love with the library and the couple would find themselves ensconced there on a regular basis. Draco helped Hermione to expand her desire to make some small part of their world a better place and in doing so found his own desire expanded as well. The couple came to be seen as one of the most philanthropic couples ever.
In the end, Hermione believed in herself and attained all her desires and goals. They were everything she'd imagined (and hoped) them to be.
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A/N2: For those of you wondering, yes the issue staring our HP favorites is based off Sports Illustrated annual body issue.