Hermione sat there drinking her coffee. She had it all : the money, the clothes, the looks, and the famous husband. But one thing was lacking, the passion of her marriage with Harry. It has only been 2 years of their marriage and it had gone poof. No more good night kisses or the warm welcomes. She has to face that her marriage was as dull as a rock.
Today was Valentine's Day and she glanced enviously at the other couples who seemed to be in heaven. Harry had work today and apparently is extremely "sorry". As she looked around a familiar head caught her eye. It was Draco Malfoy and boy did he look good. Blond hair that flows just at his eyes, muscular body, and a hot butt. :P
He glanced over at her and she suddenly felt a huge surge of physical attraction.
Why was she feeling this? It can't be she thought. Draco was her despised enemy and now she thought he was hot? She grabbed her leather bag by Chanel and walked out.
Draco's eyes lingered after Hermione's body as she strode out. Her low rise jeans hugged her figure as her hip swayed. Damn, he thought, since when was she that hot? The mudblood he remembered was beaver toothed and bushy hair. It was a complete transformation : Delicate face with huge honey eyes and juicy red lips, soft gently wavy hair flowing behind her back and a body that all women would kill for.
One mocha vanilla latte with extra froth! Said the waiter. Draco sighed and sipped away…