Day 3
The head boy sighed tiredly, as he hated to repeat himself.
You'd think as it was her idea, she would be more cooperative.
"Go back and get dressed Granger, because there is no way you're wearing that shapeless outfit."
With the help of the head boy and girl, Professor Dumbledore was persuaded into granting the school one dress down day a week, as it allowed students to shed the confines of their heavy robes. It also kept things interesting, as Dumbledore loved to change things up. These 'down' days as they were called, were never on the same day, but much like the school.
Spontaneous, up-to-the-minute.
Literally, they found out an hour ago, so Draco went about his wardrobe, trusting Hermione to follow the plan.
This trust was obviously misplaced, as the head girl had a very HARD HEAD. Dressed in baggy jeans, hoodie and a ponytail. Draco counted himself fortunate that at least she had enough pride to maintain her straightened look.
"No. I like the way I am just fine thank you." Hermione crossed her arms defensively.
Draco casually strolled towards Hermione until he was toe-to-toe with her. He placed his hands about her waist. He loved to play dirty first thing in the morning.
He smirked as he began to slowly raise her t-shirt. "If you needed help, all you had to do was ask."
Hermione frantically placed her hands over Draco's before her chest could be exposed. "Bugger off Malfoy! I don't want to be on display!"
He continued to smirk devilishly at Hermione until she was positively fuming. This was for her own good, and she knew it.
"Granger, the pants are next if you don't do as I say…. NOW." He knew that she knew he meant business. She had heard about Malfoy's talent for that sort of thing…
Getting girls to somehow rid themselves of their pants… and the like.
Merlin knows, as much as Hermione wanted this, she wasn't quite ready at this point for Draco to come full throttle. So she did the only thing she could do…
She slumped her shoulders in defeat and went back into her room to change, and gather up the courage that was seemingly left behind.
She had a feeling that she would need it, for what lied ahead.
There was only 15 minutes remaining for breakfast when Hermione Granger entered the great hall. She looked very fetching in a cleavage displaying, fitted hunter green velvet ¾ sleeve v-neck top that tied at the side. The outline of hips, thighs and bottom were hugged and lifted by the straight legged black leather pants she wore. Feeling taller and exuding confidence in her 3 inch black leather boots, complete with pointed toe, Hermione was every bit the woman.
Her tresses flowed long and straight down her back and framed her face as did her makeup. Smoky 'come hither' eyes and mocha lipstick enhanced her features while not taking away from the natural, classic beauty that was all her own. She took a deep breath as she walked towards the Gryffindor table.
As she passed, she noticed how the great hall went still as every eye was on her. Girls whispered in jealousy and envy. Boys winked and whistled in appreciation. It was working…. and she didn't make a fool of herself.
"Uh… Hey Hermione…"
"Oh my goodness, what a difference!"
"Hot pants Granger!"
"Wow… who knew all of that was under her robes?"
"Who does that bitch think she is? She needs to stick to her books and leave good looks to the big girls."
She chuckled to herself.
She was no longer invisible.
Of course, the reaction from her friends was no different.
"Hermione, you look GORGEOUS GIRL!" Ginny Weasley yelled as she gave Hermione a big hug.
"Thanks Gin."
"Yeah Hermione, you look wonderful." A blushing Neville Longbottom agreed.
She gifted him with a dazzling smile. "Why thank you Mr. Longbottom." Neville, if possible, turned a deeper shade of crimson. Dean, Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati joined in the chorus of the steady stream of compliments Hermione received.
Sittingdown, Hermione looks across the table, where her two best friends sat. They look stunned, their mouths agape and eyes wide in utter shock.
Hermione waved her hands in front of their faces. "Guys…. Hello? Ron? Harry?"
Ginny stopped Hermione. "Allow me." Ginny took one flask of pumpkin juice in each of her hands and dumped it onto the boys' heads. They shook their heads and screamed bloody murder as they sputtered and flailed around. Ginny smiled a smile of satisfaction.
Ron started in first. "Ginny! What the bloody hell was that for?"
Ginny looked at Ron and Harry pointedly. "YOUR best friend walks in here looking every bit the dazzling witch and THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?"
Harry cleaned up the mess with a flick of his wand, replying as he rolled his eyes. "Gin, we were speechless, which meant we were dazzled quite appropriately." He looked and shrugged at Hermione. "'Mione, you were always beautiful, and you still are."
This took everyone at the Gryffindor table by surprise as it was said in such a matter-of-fact manner by none other than Harry Potter. Ron decided to add his two cents.
"Erm, yeah 'Mione, after 4th year, we learned our lesson. You're every bit the girl. My question is, who is responsible for what we're seeing right now?"
Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She didn't want anyone to know about Draco, ever. All three pairs of eyes were on her as she gulped nervously. Trust Ron to have a moment of clarity... at an inopportune moment.
She gathered her composure as she huffs out: "Ronald, why does it have to be about someone? Couldn't I just want to spice things up a bit?" It was mostly true; it was her idea to spice things up, so she didn't feel too bad—although it was a lie of omission.
A woman had a right to her secrets.
ESPECIALLY when that secret involved a certain blonde Slytherin.
The response Hermione would have received from Ron never came, as her three friends went still.
"Granger, looking positively shaggable today. May I praise you for the transformation?" Hermione turned to see blue eyes winking at her in amusement.
"At this rate, it will take me forever to deflate Granger. People filling her head with all this sodding nonsense."
"Give it to her Drake, she looks delicious."
Draco ignored his best friend to lean down towards Hermione's ear. His warm breath tickled the nape of her neck as he whispered in her ear...
"In a few days, I will know exactly how delicious you are. Unless, I can get a sample now?"
He smirked and leaned back to stand beside his friend. Draco was enjoying every minute of this.
'Look at Potter and Weasley ready to pounce.'
Harry and Ron's knuckles were white as they gripped the table with force. Veritable fire kegs they were, as there was never any love lost between Draco and these boys, regardless of any truce their female comrade made.
'Ha...wankers. If they only knew.' thought Draco.
Noticing the interplay, Hermione forcefully turns around to confront the two Slytherin boys-all the while cursing their bad timing.
'Bloody troublemakers'.
"Malfoy, Zabini… GET LOST!"
Blaise placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Oh fair Gryffindor, thou hast injured me." Draco rolled his eyes as he corralled his currently overdramatic best mate in.
He mumbled under his breath. "Bleedin' Italians." Restoringhis voice to a normal volume he continued to talk.
"Granger. Tonight, 8pm. Head dorms. I may be running late due to Quidditch practice, but I'll be there. Show up."
That said, Draco and Blaise walked away from the table. They were the toast of Hogwarts—to the female population anyway, second to Harry and Ron—who had their own following. Girls began to surround them as they made their way out of the great hall. Hermione saw Draco wrap an arm around the waist of a petite blonde girl she recognized as Mandy Brocklehurst, a 7th year Ravenclaw. Whatever he whispered in her ear must have been good, as Mandy blushed and giggled profusely. Hermione began to frown, without realizing it.
"Hermione? Hermione?" Queried Harry. It was obvious that the head girl was otherwise distracted.
"Hermione?" Yelled Ron as Ginny shook her by the shoulders. This shaking was what brought her around. Hermione spoke as one would with a foggy brain.
"Huh? You guys say something?"
They looked at her strangely, well except Ginny who just smiled her devilish smile. She knew that Hermione was checking out Malfoy the entire time. Ginny felt it was a good thing that the head girl wasn't immune to boys—it meant that she thought that there was more to life than books.
Ginny had plans for a conversation all her own.
Harry looked at Hermione as if she is possessed before speaking. "Umm… yeah. What's going on with you and Malfoy at 8 tonight?" If anything, Harry wasn't stupid. Something was going on with Hermione. He didn't know what it was, but he figured that he was bound to find out eventually.
Hermione waved Harry's question off as if inconsequential. She got up to go to her 1st class, Arithmancy.
"Head's business, as usual. See you guys later."
She walked out of the great hall, eyes following her all the way. Little did she know, she was about to develop her own following.
It was anything but business as usual.
'All in all, today was a success' thought Hermione as she plopped down on her bed after a long day of classes. She got compliments from almost everyone, including Professor Snape (if sputtering on one's beverage as one's enters the room could be called that). On top of that, she aced her Ancient Runes examination, solved a very complex Arithmancy equation, and was now two months ahead with her homework and studies.
It was 7:45; she still had time to get comfortable before Malfoy showed.
Hermione bent over to remove her boots, saying aloud to no one in particular: "Merlin, what an awesome day!"
"I can imagine, as no bloody male in Hogwarts could stop talking about you and your leather pants. It was all quite amusing."
Hermione almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Draco's voice. He was leaning against the door frame of her entrance to the bathroom. Still in his Quidditch breeches, slick sweat ran from Draco's forehead and bare chest. Hermione's eyes widened as she finally got a full view of Draco's upper body. He wasn't bulky, but toned and well chiseled. He was fit. Strong.
"Where did I ever get the idea that you were scrawny?" She asked rhetorically. He was early.
Draco shrugged as he strode into her room. "I dunno, but I will say... I'm big where it counts."
He didn't say more to justify that comment—he allowed it to stand on its own.
Hermione unconsciously squirmed as her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, none of them comforting.
Draco sat on the bed beside Hermione. "You think too much Granger. Have you ever just done something without thinking?" Draco doubted it, but the question had already been asked.
Hermione blinked. "What do you think this is?"
"What do your parents do for a living? Dentists you said?"
Hermione quirked an eyebrow. "Yes"
"Well it's a lot like that, pulling teeth." Draco's mouth twitched as he tried to control his mirth.
'Silly ass muggles, allowing people to abuse their teeth. OY!'
Hermione laughed as she shoved Draco. He allowed his back to fall against the mattress. "You cheeky bugger!" she says, prepared to give another sassy retort, butlooks down at Draco and cuts her laughter short.
'There is a half-naked man….
On my bed….
A gorgeous (I'm never admitting thataloud)… man
On MY bed.'
Draco looked up from below and studied Hermione's profile as she laughed. Her bright, sunny smile was housed by luscious lips—the bottom lip slightly plumper, gave her a sexy pout. Those eyes….her eyes. Shining eyes. His own orbs darkened in appreciation of all he saw as he spoke huskily.
"As we practiced before."
Without hesitation Hermione leaned down to kiss Draco as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Their tongues melded together as they continued to taste and sample one another. With one arm propping her up, Hermione used her free hand to trace the outline of Draco's bicep, his jaw, his chest. Draco ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head close to his face.
Taking control, Draco eased Hermione onto her back and moved his mouth from her lips to her neck. Nipping and nibbling the nape of her neck, the sounds of Hermione's sigh of appreciation filled the air. He sucked her earlobe, eliciting a moan from her as his hands roamed across her waist to undo the strings of her top. Hermione placed her hands over his, a fleeting look of alarm crossing her features.
"Relax Granger; I'm going to ease you into this. Trust me."
She gradually relaxes, allowing him to divest her of the velvet top, revealing a demi lace bra. Draco licked his lips as he laid eyes on Hermione's breasts. Heavy globes straining through the flimsy fabric, her nipples were barely covered. Their cherry tops thrusted out invitingly, enticing Draco's line of vision. Draco moaned and Hermione gasped as his tongue darted out to tease her left nipple through the cloth.
Their respective groins filled with heat as Draco continued his assault on her breasts, which were now free from their confines. Suckling and tonguing each globe fiercely, Draco savored the taste and feel of Hermione as she grinded herself against him—frantically raking her fingers through his already messy locks. She cried out in pleasure, grinding herself once againagainst Draco's body.
She had never felt anything like this in her entire life. With each suckle…it felt as if something deep inside her throbbed—pulsed—yearned. Hermione could feel the evidence of Draco's arousal against her thigh.
This was the stuff of the romance novels she read.
Shemade aquick mental note to one day thank Ginny for forcing her read that rubbish.
Before she could entertain additional thought, Draco came up to recapture her mouth in a searing kiss. This kiss was somehow different from the others they had shared, and Hermione, being inexperienced, could not properly coin this kiss.
But it was rough….
It was hungry….
Brazen….
Guttural…..
It was the kiss of reckless wantonness.
Of pure…
Unadulterated
Lust.
Draco was attempting to fight his baser instincts as he stopped laving attention on Hermione's breasts, but once he saw her...
Upper body bared
Back and neck arched in submission
Her eyes closed, licking her now swollen lips in anticipation.
He couldn't resist, he gave in to the primal urge to kiss her.
So that he did. Draco thought that the force of the kiss would scare her, but if anything, she responded in kind. His groin tightened even more uncomfortably within its confines.
He was enjoying this too much. Way too much.
He had to stop… NOW.
Draco ended the kiss and abruptly stood, his back to Hermione. Damn his tight breeches! He spoke quickly.
"I thought to ease you into some of the things that you will soon be experiencing, in hopes that you will not be too overwhelmed by the sensory overload, as many women who have not dabbled. Tomorrow, we will continue with the next lesson. Until then, save any questions you may have."
Hermione scrambled to cover herself with her top. She was grateful that Malfoy realized that she was still uncomfortable showing her body, turning around for propriety's sake.
She moved to speak, but her voice was hoarse, raw.
She could still feel Draco mouth closed about her nipples… his hands about her breasts.
"Ok, goodnight Malfoy." She watched him exit the same way he had come. He had closed the door behind him. Hermione heard the shower turn on as she stared out into nothingness for a long time.
On the other side of the door, Draco punished his body with the force of an ice cold shower. Shivering and cursing as the stream washed over him.
Both knowing that as she continued to shed, her new skin was beginning to emerge.
A/N: OMG. I cannot BELIEVE I am posting at 5:14 AM (EST). This was eight bloody pages so I hope everyone is happy and sated:o) Thanks to all for the continued support as I weave this tale.
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