Day 1
(Banging sounds on the door)
"Granger! Get up! I haven't got all day!" A blonde boy huffed behind the door.
Hermione rolled over once again in her cocoon of sheets to look over at the clock. 8am? She mumbled rudely, something about it being too blasted early on a Saturday for this shit.
(Banging continues) "GRANGER! Don't make me come in there."
The once drowsy head girl jerked upright from her bed, further displacing her tangled sheets. Even though she did make a deal with Malfoy, she still didn't want him to see her in her knickers quite yet. If he came in right now, that's all he would see.
Hermione… In just her knickers.
She responded quickly. "Alright already you pissing ferret! I'm up!" She rose from the bed to retrieve her bathrobe, heading in the direction of the bathroom. She opened the door on her side to find Draco standing at the opposite end—as they share a bathroom.
Hermione took a minute to study him as he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed in casual fashion dressed in a black cashmere sweater and grey slacks that gave the hint that Malfoy may be more than just some skinny boy. It was obvious that that was quite the contrary, as the muscled outline of his chest and forearms were somewhat visible through the soft material. Never to be outdone, his glistening platinum locks were styled in a fly away manner with few strands framing his face. An unfamiliar feeling settled in Hermione's breast.
It had gone as quickly as it came with her next breath.
While she was busy staring, Draco smirked in amusement. He loved being admired by women—loved feeling desirable—having those around him aware of his masculinity.
Unfortunately, the sight that greeted him needed A LOT of work. Granger in the morning looked like something out of a scary movie with that bird's nest for hair, crust in her eyes, and something on the side of her mouth that looked like dried drool.
The look of her ogling him didn't help her look attractive in the least.
Draco sighed helplessly. Some dude named God supposedly made heaven and earth in seven days, so if that could happen, there has to be hope for this silly slip of a girl.
He spoke to break the silence. "We're wasting time. Time is money and I have to work miracles, so hurry up." He reentered his room, closing the door behind him.
'That haughty bastard!' thought Hermione. 'Miracle? I'm not that bad. Am I?'
She answered her own question by finally looking into the mirror. A look of horror crossed her face.
"Shit."
Dressed in baggy jeans, wool sweater, and sneakers, Hermione met Draco in the common room to begin their journey. She struggled to place to her hair into a ponytail as they walked down the halls.
"Don't bother Granger, it's like turning a coughed up hairball into an Abominable snowman."
She grimaced and replied cuttingly. "Boy, you sure know how to make a woman feel good about herself."
Draco replied matter-of-factly. "I'm not here to make you feel good about yourself…although eventually, I will be doing some things to you that feel good. Very good, but first things first."
His words echoed in Hermione's head as she unconsciously shivered. 'Good… very good.' She could only imagine what he was referring to, as she had only before him kissed a boy she liked in the first grade. Well, kissed him on the cheek.
At that pathetic thought she pushed some of the niggling doubts out of her mind. If not now, when?
They continued to walk in silence until they reached the outskirts of Hogwarts near Hogsmeade. Draco raised his wand into the air.
"Decipio Atum Velamen."
At this incantation, a willowy mist surrounded the pair, shielding them from theview of others. If one looked from afar, they would have seen naught but a fog covered field, although at this time there were two students within their midst.
"Cover of deception Malfoy?" She knew the spell well as it was very old dark magic. She was also wise enough to know that somehow, the ministry would never be able to track the spell down.
"Being the son of a Death Eater had its privileges."
During the minute of silence, Hermione shifted slightly, as Draco hadn't mentioned his father since he learned of his death. She supposed that he liked to think of his death as the beginning of his life anyway. She had heard him mention it in that fashion once before….
Draco moved to grab her hand. "Ready?" and before she could respond, they apparated in front of a large marble building. The surrounding pedestrians could be heard conversing in French.
Reading her mind, Draco spoke first. "Yes, France. Paris. The best salons in the world. Hence my comment regarding your attempts at a ponytail."
Hermione sighed, so she was going to get her hair done. It isn't like she hadn't tried doing her hair before. It…just… likes itself the way it is. It was a sloppy excuse, she never really paid too much attention to her hair, but she had to voice a disclaimer nonetheless.
"It won't work Malfoy, but I'll let you try anyway."
Draco muttered the countercurse to lift the spell and then proceeded to usher Hermione into the salon and spa. They are greeted immediately by a petite caramel skinned woman.
"Bonjour Monsieur, Madame-."
Draco interrupts. "Mademoiselle. Parle anglais?" He didn't expect Hermione to know French and he wanted no tricks. They needed to stay on the same page.
"Yes, welcome to Tresses Salon and Spa. How may I help you?"
Draco pushed Hermione forward. "Full service—money is no object. Do what you feel is necessary- wax, pluck, color, but leave her hair with length. That is her best physical quality. Understood?"
The stylist stared at Hermione and clucked her tongue in partial distaste. This girl is in such a state of déshabillé….
Hermione's eyes went southward under the scrutiny of their gazes feeling, for the first time a bit ashamed of herself. Tilting her chin up with his free hand, Draco looked into her hazel pools, the strength of his gaze filling her as he spoke.
"Rise to the challenge."
His words were not lost on the stylist, who took it as her cue to usher Hermione to the back to begin her work. Ensured that she was in good hands, Draco went off to run some errands. They would be a while.
Good things come to those who wait.
A few hours later, Draco entered the salon where he was ushered into a room that took his breath away upon entering.
It wasn't the room itself though, more than who was in the room.
Hermione stood in front of the mirror as she studied her own reflection. She was amazed at the transformation that had taken place. Her hair was colored a light brown, with honey blonde highlights to complement her eyes. Now straightened with a slight bunt to the ends, it gleamed and flowed silkily down her back. The stylists, who turned out to be wizards, gave her a few spells to maintain her new look. Her skin glowed with vitality due to the exfoliating treatments, and also well placed makeup designed to enhance her facial features. With smoky eyes and glossy pink lips, she was a vision to behold. Hermione turned to find Draco observing her with equal amazement.
Draco tilted his head to the side and smirked in triumph. "This is what I like to see… RESULTS!" He turned to the stylist. "Bill the Malfoy accounts."
Hermione looked incredulously. "MALFOY!"
"Granger, what did you think I spent to get you a new wardrobe a few hours ago? I consider this project an exploration in humanitarianism, so don't sweat it. Let's go."
Hermione shrugged in reply and gathered her coat to leave. If Malfoy didn't want to admit to being nice, so be it.
"Whatever Malfoy. How did you know my size anyway?"
Draco waved her question away as if insignificant. "Trick of the trade."
She shook her head. "Right". All the while thinking...
'Boys, I will never understand them'.
It was nightfall when they finally reached the safety of the head dorms. Hermione headed straight for her room. Draco followed her inside with the shopping bags, settling them into her closet.
He took a look around the room and tsked. "How did I know that Gryffindor colors and books would be all over the place?"
Hermione rolled her eyes as she responded. "I dunno Malfoy… perhaps because I'm the smartest witch of the age that HAPPENS to be in …let's say…. GRYFFINDOR?"
'He is so full of shit that Malfoy. I bet you his room looks much like mine but in green and sliver.
Hypocrite'.
Hermione turned to plop down onto her bed. Draco slowly walked up to her until he was standing before her. Hermione looked up in question as Draco spreaded her legs and knelt between them.
"Malfoy, what are yo-"
He looked up at her andcut her off. "Your lessons from here on out will consist of several things. Basic grooming which you have already had, fashion, dating etiquette, sensuality and sexuality. Right now, I am going to teach you something else."
Thoughts swam in the young female Gryffindor's head as she felt Draco's warm hand run up the tops of her thighs. She choked out a laugh in her nervousness.
Draco noticed her unease and slowly twisted his mouth into a devilish grin. "Don't worry Granger, I won't be doing anything. YOU will be…at first."
Hermione gulped nervously. "Me?"
"No… Crookshanks. YES… YOU."
Sheresponded sarcastically in an attempt to delay whatever it was that was coming. "Well... I wouldn't blame you, he is a loveable cat, and if you squint hard enough, his squashed face looks like Pansy's. You've had enough experience with that… haven't you?"
"Nice try Granger." The blonde boy shook his head in annoyance with myself, thinking:
'When was the last time I dealt with a virgin?
Pansy, but that was ages ago.
Ew, Pansy… Crookshanks. I need to shift my mind off of this'.
"Kiss me Granger."
"What?"
"I need to know what I'm working with here, so kiss me."
Hermione leaned down and hastily kissed Draco on the lips.
It wasn't even 5 seconds.
A blonde eyebrow waggled in amusement. "Granger, you call THAT a kiss?"
She huffed exasperatedly. "Well what did you expect? I TOLD you I needed help!"
Draco clucked his tongue in annoyance. "Alright, fine! I'll tell you what to do but I first have a question."
"What?"
"Do you eat fruit?"
Hermione looked at Draco as if he had two heads. "Huh?"
Draco spoke as if he was talking to a deaf person. "DO…. YOU….. EAT…"
"Yes you nitwit of course I eat fruit! What sort of a question is that?"
He ignored her. "Any peaches or plums?"
She looked at him strangely. "Both."
Draco started slowly. "Right. Well, once you've bitten into your peach, what happens then?"
"Uh... well. I use my mouth and tongue to catch the juices that try to escape." She met his eyes and blushed in understanding.
Still kneeling betwixt her legs, Draco pulled Hermione closer to him until her crotch came into contact with his chest; their eyes never breaking contact.
"Think of me, as a luscious ripe peach you are about to savor, and kiss me."
Gathering up her courage, Hermione lifted her hand to caress Draco's cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw with her finger.
"Pêche." She whispered in French, catching Draco by surprise as she leaned down to claim his mouth in a kiss. Hermione gently caressed his mouth with hers for a few minutes, nipping at his lips teasingly before tentatively using her tongue to probe for entrance. Draco opened his mouth in welcome as their tongues met. Wanting to see what she would donext, Draco allowed Hermione to take the lead at she stroked his face with her hands and sucked on his tongue simultaneously. Draco rewarded her by groaning into her mouth appreciatively. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as she instinctively wriggled her crotch closer to his hard chest. Inexplicable feelings swirled within her belly.
'If Granger eats peaches this way, then MERLIN!'
It was obvious that her male counterpart was feeling a mixture of intense surprise and lust: surprised that she was able to inspire feelings of lust in him...for obvious reasons. Kissing him as if he was a long lost lover, Draco noticed that she tasted like chocolate.
After a few minutes, they mutually broke the kiss and stared at each other wordlessly while attempting to catch their breaths. It was a somewhat awkward moment, as neither of them expected it to be so….passionate.
It was a preview of what was to come, but neither wanted to back out. If anything, curiosity spurred them on. Galvanizing them for what's ahead.
Draco stood up to leave as he had recovered first, looking as aloof as ever. "Not bad for your first time Granger, we will continue to practice as we go along until you perfect your technique. Until then, goodnight."
Watching his back as he exited through her bathroom door, she pondered the day's events and sighed a resigned sigh. Everything was set in motion, and there was no turning back.
"Goodnight, Malfoy."
A/N: Hope you like chapter 2 as Draco is slowly initiating her in the ways between a man and a woman. This will be your Xmas present as I will be unable to update tomorrow b/c I am flying home to see my family for the holidays. I wish everyone a happy and joyous holiday season.
Shout outs:
1.Kylala-San- The 1st reviewer! Thanks so much girlie.
2.Lorett- Draco's eternal champion! Thanks for your support as I indulge this obsession.
3. HermioneLilyGranfer- Thanks so much for your review! I hope after this you are still of the opinion that this has the potential to be a GOOD story and you KEEP reading!
Everyone else reading and not reviewing: Glad you came, but its always a BETTER party when all the players are identified. :o) (wink)
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NB