Close Encounter

Ch.3

DiSCLAiMER: I do not own Harry Potter just the books that I have purchased and the promotional Harry Potter glow in the dark Band-Aids.

Pansy and Millicent's day was full of buying as much as possible and seducing young men. Even Millicent couldn't turn down a young seventh year, despite the obvious age difference.

"This is how you live everyday?" She gasped

"Oh, haha yes Draco pays for my, erm, 'expenses' Pansy laughed with a smug look on her face.

"Does he know?"

"Oh no, no, see I can have who I want, when I want, and he well he loves me and wants me to be happy." Her eyes narrowed. She secretly wanted him to catch her, to punish her. That was the only contact she got from him. She wanted to see his face contorted in anger, then she would finally know he cared, and that she had won. She would have hurt him, caused him pain for deserting him. "hahahaha!" She laughed out loud giving Millicent a start.

Meanwhile, Draco appeared in front of the Weasley manor. A rather large traditional mansion with a circular entranceway, beautiful gardens, a few birdbaths, and a large fountain with a great lion spitting out water. 'I didn't know lions liked water' he pondered quietly to himself. As he approached the staircase leading to the front door he noticed two more stone lions guarding the entrance, they seemed to eye him uneasily. 'I must be losing it, stone lions watching me' He snickered. The door opened, out came a very nervous looking Ron. He was glancing out every direction as if someone was going to find him doing wrong.

As if he saw Draco for the very first time, he jumped as he saw him.

"Why...hello Draco, pleasure to see you, as always" He glanced around as if someone was spying on him. "I must really apologize. I'm stepping out.... Erm, 'urgent' business at the Ministry, you know?" He was now sweating profusely; he really was a bad liar. He sniggered at his little scheme.

Draco saw right through Ron, but pretended not to notice. He had appointed Weasley knowing that all the power would go to his head, and Hermione well what could he say about her? She was a vision..

"Yes of course.. Ron, I'll be attending your ball, and if needs be my assistance is here as well." he graciously bowed before him.

Ron looked at him, somewhat taken aback, he knew there was something else on his mind, but he couldn't quite figure it out. He knew that he had feelings for Hermione during their last years at Hogwarts the two grew actually quite close. But he loved his new lifestyle, the life, the money, the women..He didn't want to risk losing it.

"Yes of course, Hermione would love the extra help. She should be out of the bath by now. Help yourself." he glanced away. Draco's eyebrow raised, just a hair.

"Inside, you mean?" He stated

"yes, of course." Ron stammered.

And with that he bid Draco goodbye and left to his coach, which by now had been waiting a good ten minutes. He had left for a 'visit' to the Ministry, but Draco knew of his late night romps. He had never been in a position of power before and fell to the touch of every young willing floozy that would have him. Draco watched him walk towards his coach. His hair had been greased down as his once was, and he dressed rather pompously. Draco turned to go inside. He was greeted with a red carpet and a large, fancy double staircase. Directly ahead was the lounge and a large double doorway that lead to the glamorous ballroom. There were two doors on either side in the ballroom one leading to the outside patio with a lovely view of the gardens, and the other lead to the dining room, then the kitchen. Upstairs located the dens, bathrooms, balcony, studies, and bedrooms, no Hermione's bedroom.

House elves all dressed up in little outfits were hustling about to and fro dusting, cleaning, charming, and fixing everything is sight to make it perfect. Draco was frozen with the sight until he heard a strange voice from behind him.

"S'cuse me. Oh! Mr. Malfoy, for whom are you seeking? The master of the domain has left, would you like to see the Mistress? Draco nodded. "I do believe she is bathing, I will show you the way."

"Please do" He smirked, as politely as possible.

"Yessir."

Draco followed the servant girl upstairs and to the right. He entered a beautiful bedroom full of red. A red silk bed, with many red silky pillows, a canopy top, and red translucent curtain slipped down all around the bed. He so much wanted just to lay down and stay in that bed with Hermione forever. To make love to Hermione in that bed forever. He glanced over and saw a balcony overseeing the whole of their property. Everything in the room was so her, desk, antique lamps, books, and ancient witch artifacts. He noticed the servant girl moving towards another door.

"This was sir" He was snapped back to reality. He followed suit.

He entered the second door, but steam limited his vision. A sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, sweet sun kissed strawberries. 'This must be her' his mind raced. Yes Hermione's scent.

"Here sir" Once again he was brought back to reality, now a little annoyed.

"Erm, Thank you, you may go now." She nodded, and left him.

He stepped forward, he could barely make out her small figure through the steam. Her hair was dark and wet, it lay in soft curls down the middle of her back, dark chestnut. Her hands glided through her wet hair, gleaming where water had touched. Her skin a slight tone of honey, soft, and even. Her legs long and slim, everything perfectly groomed. She was like an angel, did she have part veela in her because he was so caught up in watching her,, he almost forgot that he was really there. Her red lips slightly puckered as if she was thinking hard. Her eyes closed and her lashes damp by the water. Bubbles were floating all around 'this has to be a dream.' He wanted to just take her and make more steam forever just with her in this moment was bliss. She froze.

"Hand me my robe, please?" Her voice soft and moving.

Draco turned to find a red robe traced in gold. He gently grabbed it stepping closer. She rose, her back turned. She was beautiful. He curves were shapely for her size built to perfection, her legs and thighs were long and inviting. He draped the robe on her lightly around her shoulders. When she caught sight of the hands she didn't recognize she again froze. She turned abruptly wrapping the robe around her tightly.

"D-draco? What? How, ummm why are you here?" she glanced around nervously.

"Forgive me, I came to help with the setting up..." He trailed off, his eyes looking away at her clinging robe. Then noticing her bare legs, and protruding nipples he blushed. What he couldn't give to see them and feel them.

"You could have waited, I was bathing!" She really wasn't that upset more embarrassed. "Ron is here you know." She said mockingly.

"Yes, sorry again. I thought you were done, and erm, Ron left when I arrived."

"Again? He is always gone! It happens everyday!"

"I'm sorry, I can keep you company. Being the Minister is a busy job.."

"Yes I know, but I hear rumors, will you stay for awhile? Please?"

"Of course. We can...Talk" He said.

"I'd like that." She smiled.