Day 2

"Malfoy! What the hell are these?"

Hermione stood before Draco in his room waving a piece of turquoise cloth in the air. She was not amused.

At all.

"Lace" Draco responded coolly. "Honestly Granger, even YOU couldn't miss that."

Hermione narrowed her eyes mutinously as she tapped her foot impatiently. The strip of bright cloth still held up by naught but her pinky finger, she stalked towards Draco as she spoke with barely contained anger.

"MISS?! You want to know what's missing? The rest of the bloody ensemble!"

The corner of Draco's mouth twitches. "That's the idea you silly gel. They are THONG knickers."

Hermione inwardly fumed. 'How was I supposed to know that Malfoy was going to go shopping behind my back?' Even though she would never admit it, his taste was impeccable. Cashmere, silk, lace, lambskin wool, everything was well made.

Only thing, it seemed to not cover everything that needed to be covered.

At least in Hermione's opinion.

"How am I supposed to feel comfortable with my ass hanging out and a virtual WEDGIE? And I thought the purpose of bra's were to be support the whole breast. How's that supposed to happen if my bloody nipples look like they are about to make the great escape!"

Draco shook his head, as this was totally preposterous to him—to have an argument over undergarments.

"Present a pretty picture, and people will look. Men are visual Granger, so you need to create a picture that will attract. That is what this is all about—part of it anyway, and you're wearing it."

Hermione pressed her lips together into a thin line and mumbled. "Pushy ass ferret." She had no one to blame but herself. She turned on her heel to leave.

"Red strapless bra with matching thong. You know what dress I want. The shoes as well. 45 minutes." He was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling as he spoke in monotone fashion.

Hermionecrossed her arms over her chest. "Where are we—"

Draco continued to lie in repose. "Still here? Tick tock..."

Miffed, Hermione stomps off to her room to get herself together, feeling like a puppet. 'Who does he think he is?

The wanker.'

Draco knew full well that she was going to go spare when she saw the wardrobe; buthe felt that she needed it- as hecould count on one hand how many passable outfits Hermione owned.

'Fingers and toes for the amount of 'granny' undergarments I saw. One could have thought she loved to punish herself with all the confining cloth… and all WHITE!'

As he closed his eyes, Draco thought of all the lingerie he had chosen for her. He had taken great pride in selecting the lush and rich colors and textures. In his opinion, lingerie was the best part of a woman's ensemble because it was the part you had to work the hardest to get a chance to see.

The sexier it is, the more women exude confidence. Confidence in their womanhood, their sexuality…it made them wilder.

Hermione would be no different—at least he hoped.

Draco's mind flitted back to last night and was surprised as he felt his groin begin to stir. He immediately squashed the intruding thoughts. This was business, not pleasure. Everything had its place. If anything, Draco was very methodical.

There was work to be done, and he would do it.

Draco was casually lounging in the common room as Hermione entered. As planned, she was in red from head to toe starting with her dress: a maraschino cherry colored fitted crepe tube dress. It did an excellent job displaying her curves as the bottom of the dress caressed her mid thigh. From there to the ankle, there was nothing but smooth, creamy skin. Strappy 2 ½ inch shimmering sling backed red shoes completed the ensemble. Curls tumbled down Hermione's back and framed her face, whose only enhancement was cherry colored gloss. She wore a satin choker about her neck of the colors she wore.

Simple.

Simple yet elegant.

She fidgeted nervously as Draco got up to walk towards her. As he began to encircle her slowly, Hermione noticed that he looked very dark and mysterious in all black. The top three buttons of his crisp dress shirt were undone, revealing the tops of his smooth, chiseled chest. His tailored black pants were of the finest quality, complimenting his long legs and firm buttocks. He wore a cowry shelled necklace about his neck. This, paired with his purposefully disheveled platinum locks, made him look quite primal—roguish even.

He grunted in approval as he completed his critique. "But…"

"But what?"Her thoughts turningcynical.'Trust him to find something wrong.'

"Your clothes tell me one thing, your body language another. You need to relax"

She continued to fidget as she mumbled "Easy for you to say, you don't have a piece of cloth up your ass."

Draco bit back a laugh as he kept his expressions in check. He replied mockingly "What? And stop fidgeting."

She held her tongue as she ignored him. "Where are we going?"

"On a date."

"YOU? My first date?" She began to laugh, this was crazy.

He smirked. She wanted to be a smartass? So could he…..

"Funny, you're fussing over a first date more so than your own virginity. I personally don't put much stock in the whole 'first's' thing, but I'd think you'd place a higher value on the latter, and not the date. Now shall we commence with the lesson?"

Hermione flushed as she blushed in embarrassment. Malfoy was right; she treated her hymen as if it was some chocolate frog card to be traded away. She couldn't dwell on that thought too much longer as Malfoy was dragging her towards the door and away from school grounds.

Not too much later they appeared in front of what looked like a Spanish bistro as the sign "Volvere" glared from the restaurant. Situated on rocky plains, the bistro had a lovely view of the beach below. The sun was beginning to set, reflecting colors of amber, red and gold. Hermione held her mouth agape in awe. It was perfect.

Draco held out his hand. "Come, let's eat."

They were seated in the bistro where they were not too long left unoccupied. Food and wine flowed freely at their table as did conversation. They always had good conversations, most of which were arguments, but this time it seemed different. Hermione laughed and smiled as Draco told her some of the instances he got in trouble in his childhood. Draco, as much as he tried, couldn't help but laugh as Hermione laughed. He wanted to make her comfortable yet remain serious, but her laughter was contagious…and he felt comfortable sharing. She made him feel at ease. He was more relaxed than he had been in a long time. Across the table, Hermione was aglow with newfound confidence, thinking along the same lines as Draco.

It was very strange.

Cue song "No me Ames" (You don't love me) salsa version. A duet by Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony
The salsa band began its first set as Hermione and Draco finished their meal. Draco got up and extended his hand. Hermione gulped nervously.

"Dance with me Granger."

"Err... I don't know any Latin dances."

Draco rolled his eyes. "What do you think I'm here for? C'mon."

Hermione stood and allowed Draco to lure her onto the dance floor. Other couples were dancing with their bodies in close proximity. Some spinning and dipping across the dance floor, it all looked very beautiful yet intimidating to Hermione. Draco gathered Hermione into his arms.

"Don't worry about them, Latin dance is about emotions, body language… communicating without words. Feel the music."

Hermione closed her eyes and allowed the sounds to permeate her being as Draco led in the dance. A natural leader, Draco twirled, spun, and dipped Hermione about the dance floor, coordinating her movements until she was able to do so on her own. Their bodies melded in prefect harmony as they grinded and brushed against each other. Minds and hearts filled with the sounds of the trumpet and horn, the words piercing them.

'No me Ames por que pienses…. (Don't love me, 'cause you think)

Que paresco differente … (That I appear different)

Tu no piensas que es lo justo… (Don't you think it's fair that)

De pasar el tiempo juntos… (as time passes (as we spend time) we could (come) together ?)

No me Ames que comprendo… (You don't love me, I understand )

La mentira que seria…' (The lie it would be)

Sweat glistened on their bodies as their eyes and body movements matched beat for beat, both not wanting to be the first give in. Defiance gleamed within their orbs as they twisted and turned, Draco leading Hermione into more complicated steps. Hermione tossed her hair back as she responded to Draco's lead. Some couples had even stepped back to watch them as their body language and expression to one another was so powerful.

As it were, the young Gryffindor and Slytherin were unaware of their own power… their essences.

After that song, they continued to dance into the night. Salsa, Merengue, Cha-cha, they did it all and with gusto. So it was no surprise that they both collapsed onto their respective beds later on, falling asleep instantly.

They would dream troubling dreams that night.

Dreams of stormy grey eyes…

Dreams of hazel eyes….that turned to molten amber at the slightest body contact.

Of the next day, the next lesson….

and the next discovery.

A/N: Chapter 3 as promised! I hope that it pleases. 15 reviews in ONE day! OMG I am soo excited over that! ;o) As for the Spanish, I am so damn rusty that I gave the broad translation of the words, as english is different from spanish in terms of grammar. If anyone wants me to email them a copy of the song as a companion to the story. EMAIL ME at the address listed on ff. I would be happy to! It's a beautiful song.

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