Hermione was a brave person. She could handle high tense situations at the hospital, she faced issues head on, stared danger and death in it's face and never blinked or faltered.
When it came to Malfoy, she felt like a meek turtle wanting to hide in its shell.
Days had passed since they kissed. Hermione felt the awkwardness settle in the air any time she tried to force conversation or be caught staring at him too long. The doubts crept in, and she thought maybe she should address what happened or even pretend it never happened.
The latter was not an option, considering Malfoy would still touch and lean into her. Anytime she cleaned his eye, his hand would rest on her hip or thigh. If she was massaging his scar he would try and lift his head further into her hands. During breakfast while she cooked, it felt like the accidental brushes of their bodies were more intentional than he led on. All this but he still wouldn't kiss her again.
Hermione was starting her rotations again, which meant she couldn't linger in the night or stay for long after breakfast. Sleeping would be done during the day and she felt disappointed that she would be seeing him less.
"I'm heading into work tonight so I need to go home after breakfast to sleep for a bit." She said as she took the frittata out of the oven. "You can wear your eye for a full eight hours so I'll come back around five to clean and remove it before I head in, if that's all right."
Draco cut into the dish, hoisting a pie cut onto his plate and adding some salt and pepper on top.
"That's fine. Does this mean no more delicious breakfasts?" He asked after swallowing his first bite. She faintly smiled, still unable to hold his eye contact for longer than a few seconds since their kiss.
"Probably not. I'll be too tired to go all out. It'll just be simple stuff from now until next week." She said with a sigh, resting her cheek on one hand. Draco inspected her demeanor, thinking she appeared sad.
"You okay, Granger?" He asked as he took a sip of water.
"Hm? Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit tired since I tried to force myself to stay up longer last night." She explained, taking her fork to cut into her meal.
He nodded, curious as to why she was still acting strange and jumpy. His arrogance led him to believe it was because she enjoyed their activities the other day. But the insecure voice in the back of his head pushed the possible idea that she regretted it.
"Is that all?" He pushed on, watching her chew on her cheek and blink rapidly. She nodded a little too eagerly for her answer to be believable. "Positive?"
Hermione held her breath, forcing away the swirls of insecurity and trying to remember who she was. She looked a right mess and Draco thought she was going to be sick with the way her face looked.
"Grang—"
The stool loudly screeched across the floor as she turned to hop down away from the island. Blonde eyebrows were in his hairline and he watched with a blank expression as she took a step near him. He automatically twisted his body as she approached, his heart tugging when she took another step between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders.
Her body was nearly quaking with nervousness and her face was oppressively hot. Draco waited, his hand moving to rest on her back to keep her close but still wanted her to be ready to do this on her own. If she wanted it, she'd have to act like it.
With one final hold of her breath, Hermione shut her eyes and blindly found his lips. She let go of the sigh, relaxing into his embrace when he ushered her closer and brought his injured arm awkwardly around her shoulder blades.
"I-I just wanted to do that quickly." She admitted with wide eyes.
"Been on your mind for awhile?" He teased and she blushed.
"Maybe."
Draco pecked her once before leaning away to smile broadly at her, his scar indenting into the dimple of his cheek.
"You can do that any time you feel like it, you know." He informed her and she moved away to sit back down and resume eating. A giddy smile threatened to break her features at the news, so she rolled her lips into her mouth and nodded to collect herself.
"Okay." She agreed, the muscles won and a smile accompanied with a huff stole her features.
The first night on third shift is always the most difficult one, especially when there seems to be an endless flow of activity. Prolonging your body to feel tiredness during normal sleep hours took so much energy out of you, and to add it on top of your work duties while remaining focused was a depleting task.
Hermione was thoroughly exhausted. She floo'd to Draco's from her office, mentally drained from the night, vision far more clouded than normal and couldn't wait to sit down and sleep.
Sounds of sizzles and the delicious smells of grease filled his home. Walking further into the hallway, she could see shadows of movement from the kitchen and hear another audiobook playing.
She lingered a bit, half in confusion, half in curiosity. He was making breakfast, or trying too. Multiple things were going on in the kitchen at once. A spatula scrambling eggs, bacon frying itself, oranges juicing, and a pop of toast that just came from the toaster.
Draco was only in sweats, his hair slightly damp from a shower he probably took thirty minutes ago.
Hermione blinked then decided to make her presence known.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, stepping into the kitchen as Draco pulled out potatoes from the oven. "What's all this?"
He shrugged with his one arm, effortlessly holding the smashed potatoes.
"You said you'd be too tired to make breakfast." Despite his casualness, she smiled widely. She began plating the food items and poured them both a glass of orange juice after straining the pulp.
Malfoy hadn't said anything else since she arrived, too focused on handling breakfast and making sure his house didn't burn down. She took her place at his island like she normally did, Draco's plates at their respective places, only he pushed them beside her and grabbed his stool. He sat down next to her, widening his legs so his thigh made contact with hers. She observed silently, pretending it was normal and began eating her breakfast while trying to contain the butterflies in her stomach.
Hermione finished her meal before Draco did, not realizing she was famished after work. She remained seated, staying as he continued eating so they could clean together. When he looked over at her plate and then back to her, a tiny smirk pulled at his lips.
"Did you want more?"
She blushed a bit, realizing she had piled a lot of food on her plate and ate rather swine-like. Twiddling her thumbs, she stared at his half eaten plate.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you, it was delicious." She said sincerely, reaching for her orange juice.
Draco briefly watched her before setting his fork down and reaching her hand. There was no sound in her throat, and she had no choice but to let him place her hand on top of his thigh. He picked his fork back up again and resumed eating as if nothing happened.
Hermione felt her muscles go rigid and her hand began cramping. It was maddening, all he did was put her hand on his thigh, signaling he wanted her close, or closer. It shouldn't have caused an avalanche of questions in her mind. She couldn't relax and her palm began sweating through his pajama bottoms.
It felt like he purposely began eating slower, prolonging how long she had to keep her hand on his leg. He grew peckish, shifting his food around and refilling his glass or juice two times before finally finishing his plate. But just when she thought resolve was coming, Draco scooped more potatoes onto his plate.
She sighed, knowing she had no other options but to endure this. Counting to ten, she promised herself she would relax and let herself feel him. It's what he implied after all. Hermione slouched forward, curling her free hand into a fist and resting her chin on the heel of her palm. She stretched her fingers until they loosened then mimicked what Draco usually does to her. The fabric of his sweatpants felt nice when she began moving her thumb back and forth. With the narration of Atonement, her body unraveled from the stress of the night.
Before she knew it, her eyes had shut and her body was swaying forward, falling into the blackness of sleep. With a gasp, she opened her eyes, twitching as she awoke to full consciousness. It lasted only a second, perhaps shorter, but drifting off had made her eyes widen in embarrassment. Draco whipped his head over to her, amusement clear on his face.
"Let's put my eye in so you can go home and sleep." He suggested, standing from the stool and making her hand drop from his leg.
"Right, yeah." She agreed and stood. Draco disappeared to grab his prosthetic from the bathroom, returning moments later. He sat back down, his hand finding her hip like a magnet. She barely noticed his fingers slip under her shirt until his short nails softly scratched her back.
With a sleepy sigh, Hermione let her hands rest on his biceps after the eye was put in. Following the line of his scar beginning at the top of his forehead, Hermione inspected the fading colors and shiny skin, wondering how he could make something so scary look so handsome.
Draco took his hand away from her back, reaching up to grab her wrist and place her palm on his face. Leaning into the touch, his eyes shuttered closed and she faintly smiled at the peaceful face.
"I should get some sleep." She said after a moment, feeling him nod into her hand. Kissing her wrist, Draco's eyes opened as he stood. He escorted her to the floo, hand on her back acting as if her exhaustion would cause her to topple over any second.
She said a small goodbye, reminding him of what time she'd be returning. Draco reached for her hand then pressed a gentle kiss to her hand before wishing her a solid morning and afternoon of sleep.
Roles had been reversed.
Draco would make breakfast in the morning when she'd come over after her shift was done. Always shirtless, eyepatch on, hair mussed with residual wetness from a shower and a look in his eyes of sheer panic as he tried not to burn anything while cooking.
She'd begin helping, the pair working together quietly as he could tell she preferred less talking after a long night. As they ate, her hand found his thigh, an automatic response after the last three mornings where he'd grab it and place it there. She knew better now, knowing he had a certain preference for touch.
When the food was finished and his eye care routine ended, Draco would shuffle her into his arms and begin scratching her back or kneading at the tight muscles in her shoulders.
She welcomed it. Being a healer, she was constantly relied on, something she truly enjoyed. Caring for people had been her greatest strength, but sometimes it was nice to be cared for as well. To have someone take a load off, especially when you need it the most.
He understood that maybe she wasn't used to it, so he learned what she liked, things that she appreciated to relieve her worries and make her schedule lighter. Breakfast was one thing, hugging her was another, not requesting her help to put on a shirt was a factor neither of them minded, for different and obvious reasons.
"Granger." Draco said hoarsely in her ear.
"Hm?" She mumbled, cheek resting on his shoulder. Her eyes were so heavy, desperate for sleep.
"Why don't you just sleep here for right now? You're already half asleep." He suggested.
Even tired, her mind instantly woke up at the words. Thick with concern and a casual gentleness, his suggestion seemed to make perfect sense. The lovely tugging in her stomach begged her to say yes, the non reliant and indecent side of her said to reject the offer. Go home, tell him she's fine and see him later.
Would he join her? In a spare bed—or possibly—his bed? No, why would he join her? It was 9 in the morning, he would probably be doing other things. Another reason why she should just leave, she didn't want him to feel obligated to stay in his home while she'd here, maybe he had errands to run.
He made the decision before she entirely weighed her pros and cons. He rose to his full height, clasping her hand into his and walking through his house, heading to his bedroom. Having been in there plenty of times did not deter her senses from igniting when she smelt the fresh scents of cologne and natural freshness.
"Sit." He softly said, pushing at her back to move her forward. A shirt and shorts were brought forward, he placed them in her lap. "What time do you need to wake up?"
"I'll set an alarm." She replied then looked up at him, sending him a sleepy and grateful smile. "Thank you."
He nodded once, eyes looking over her body as she fiddled with his shirt.
"Let me know if you need anything." He replied, waving his wand to cast a silencing charm around the room so he wouldn't disturb her.
Standing to remove her clothes, she inhaled deeply as she pressed his shirt to her nose. The smells hit her so strongly she nearly swayed, the tiredness increasing tenfold. After changing, she crawled onto his sheets, the silk sliding over her skin like honey. She was out before her head even hit the pillow.
There was no way she could return to her bed after sleeping in Draco's. It was made with clouds from heaven, pillows strung together using feathers from angel's wings. Luxury sleeping had become a norm, and she didn't want to go back.
Her final shift had ended, and of course, she was met with a large breakfast, and an equally large smile from the man that seemed to make her heart flutter with every look.
"How did it go?" He asked while pulling the apple cinnamon bread from the oven.
"An old man came in, slipped and fell off his porch when he took his dog outside before going to bed. His wife found him and was in complete hysterics. Quite sad." She frowned, grabbing the chicken sausage from the stove.
"Did he die?" Draco asked, genuinely concerned and also that she had to deal with something like that.
"No. We put him into a coma so his magical core can heal. It's easier to monitor potential blood clots as well." Hermione explained, sighing to herself as she took a seat. Draco soon followed, putting the potatoes and bowl of gravy next to her as she reached for a biscuit.
"And your schedule now is?" He asked, trailing his question off.
"Seven days off." She said with a grin.
"Is that normal for you? Seems like a lot." He asked, watching her spread some butter over the cinnamon bread.
"It is and it isn't. Usually it depends on staffing requirements. After this seven days off I'll be back on first shift." Hermione bit into the bread, eyes fluttering. "Oh Merlin. This is great, where did you learn how to make this?"
Draco smirked, a look of pride and arrogance on his face as he piled mashed potatoes onto his plate.
"My mother. Well, technically our old house elf, Tippy. She gave the recipe to my mum and she swung by yesterday to drop it off for me." Draco explained and Hermione almost choked on her food as she swallowed.
"Your mother stopped by yesterday? While I was here? Sleeping? In your room?" The fragmented questions were answered with a quirked brow.
"Yes. We went out for lunch, ran some errands together." He simply said.
Hermione wanted to ask, not knowing for what the information would truly do for her, but had too regardless.
"And did she—did she know I was here?"
The question earned her furrowed brows and a snort.
"Course not. I would never tell my mother I had some girl stashed away in my bed. I think she'd have a heart attack while conjuring the insinuations." He replied, stabbing his food with his fork and scooping gravy onto his biscuit, oblivious to the fallen expression she wore.
Some girl. Just…some girl. It was presumptuous and painfully childish to assume anything else of him. She was ten paces from the starting blocks and the gun hadn't even gone off yet. Hermione reminded herself that her playing house with Draco would end in a few days when his cast would be removed. He'd be able to take care of himself, go to work, she'd resume her normal daily life and their little soiree would be water under the bridge. Something to do to kill time with just some girl.
Clearing her throat, hoping it would break up some of the heaviness in her chest, Hermione half smiled.
"Right, of course." She agreed.
The mood was spoiled, unbeknownst to Draco. Hermione had poked at the rest of her meal, half listening to the chapter they were on and not really giving opinions about the story. Hermione hadn't returned her hand to his thigh after reaching for her glass of water. The first signal to him that something was wrong. And then she didn't offer to massage his scar after she put his eye in, another clue.
"I should head home." She mumbled, quickly turning away from his embrace. Usually she tucked herself into his arms, half sleeping on his shoulder before eventually walking to his room. He frowned.
"You're not going to sleep here for a bit?" He asked neutrally, trying to diminish the confusion and dejection in his tone.
Hermione brought a hand up to her face, tiredly rubbing her eye as she shook her head no.
"Need to head back, shower and run some errands for the week." She explained and Draco tried to remember if she had said that was on the agenda for today.
"Okay." He paused. "When will you be back? I can make dinner again?" He offered unsurely, trying to decipher if she was truly just tired or it was something else. It felt like the latter.
"Um…" She said, holding her sentence, wondering how to diffuse the situation. If she denied his request, he would only become more suspicious. With her best poker face, she offered a half smile, reluctantly agreeing. "Sure. Six okay? I'll take your eye out after we eat."
"Perfect." He grinned and tagged behind her as she walked to his floo. It wasn't until she lifted her arm to grab the powder that Draco took her forearm from behind, forcing her body to turn in place.
He stole a kiss. He stole a kiss that caused the air to leave her head and the dizziness to increase tenfold. She stumbled back a bit, shocked by the advance, but Draco easily snaked his hand around her waist, anchoring her to him. Holding her, keeping her.
The insecurities about his earlier comment vanished. She couldn't remember what he even said. Not when he was kissing her like this. Like her lips were grounding him to the earth, like her breath was the only air he wanted to breathe, like her tongue was the sole reason for his existence.
It was earth quaking, the floor seemed to vanish from under their feet and her legs were entirely weightless. His mouth had worked so reverently, so incessant with need, that she hardly registered his leg parting her thighs. It was an automatic response to widen her stance, allowing the intrusion, aching to feel some type of pressure from her tightening core.
Hermione moaned as his tongue swept deeper into her mouth, the noise egging him to hitch his leg up further. Her hands had grasped at the muscles atop his shoulders, heat clawing its way up her cheeks as she tentatively slid them down over his pectorals. The heat of his body easily transferred onto her palms, blazing her skin until it felt like they were welded together. The small gratifying noise that came from the back of his throat had her unconsciously swirling her hips up, hiking one leg around his calf.
The action, Hermione later embarrassingly thought of like a broken record, made Draco pull away. His panting caused tufts of curls to blow over her face and forehead. Hermione opened her eyes with wild lust and confusion, the emotions seeped to pure dread and humiliation over what just transpired. Or rather, how she acted.
She tried to step back, out of his hold, but having been already pushed back against the stone of his fireplace meant she was trapped. Her eagerness to get away was ignored, taken as her lack of accommodation to someone being forward with her. Draco took no offense. In it's place, he grinned at her flushed cheeks, dark lips and the smell of her breath fanning over his face.
"I'll see you later." He said, his voice coming out amused but distractingly seductive.
Hermione nodded, eyes refusing to meet him and instead focusing on the v of his collarbones. He breathed through his nose, a bit of laughter escaping before he stepped out of her personal space and far enough away so she had to look at him.
The blue and silver were smaller due to his squinty smile. It was blinding. A smile she has rarely seen but has now has had the pleasure of receiving twice in a short period of time. There was a weight sitting on her chest, making it harder for her to breathe, and it was in the shape of his upturned lips.
Too focused on her breathing and the hot stinging of her lips, Hermione ducked into the floo. As soon as she landed home, she grabbed more powder and shouted for Grimmauld place, needing to speak to someone.
Ginny almost bumped into Hermione as she approached the fireplace. The curly headed witch looked frantic while dark circles and worry lines plagued her face. James was on her hip, smiling brightly and softly said 'Miney,' when he saw his godmother. Hermione ignored the two year old, an odd occurrence since she was obsessed with the child. Ginny raised her eyebrows, preparing for whatever miniature devastation her friend was going through.
"I'm a bloody fool." She breathed and Ginny immediately snorted.
"Can I drop off my son at the Burrow before we go into your mental breakdown?" Ginny asked and as if the words finally alerted Hermione of the child's presence, her eyes softened and lowered to James.
"Of course. Sorry." She said embarrassed, stepping forward to kiss James on the cheek.
"No worries." Ginny laughed. "Sit. And maybe do some quick breathing exercises to settle yourself."
The mother and son disappeared into the floo and Hermione planted herself on the sofa, wringing her hands together as if it were a soaking wet towel. Thoughts of this morning played over in her mind; Malfoy's words, his kiss, the dinner he promised. Her head was spinning and when the floo fires lit up, her chest jumped.
"I don't think he likes me. Like….that at least." Hermione immediately said and Ginny smirked while she took a seat next to her, tucking her legs under her bum.
"How have you concluded that?" Ginny calmly asked, knowing a rant was about to come of poorly drawn points and facts that would do little to make her argument seem valid.
"He told me his mother has come to his house while I'm sleeping there in the middle of the day and he just kissed me like he was ready to take me up against his fireplace." She said while shaking her head. Ginny waited for more to come, and when she said nothing and gave her an expectant look, she frowned.
"Is that it? Merlin Hermione why are you so in your head?" She groaned and Hermione momentarily felt like she had just been insulted. "Gods, so he doesn't tell him mum there's his caretaker in his bed and snogged you to the point of being all hot and bothersome, but you didn't shag? I'm going to be straight forward with you, fucking relax!"
Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth parted and she felt her defenses rise but Ginny kept talking.
"Honestly, you spend mornings with him, he's allowed you to sleep in his place during the day and you're worried that he hasn't mentioned something to his mum? For fuck's sake, it's been two weeks. Get a grip woman!"
"It's not that it's more so how he said it." Hermione argued, wondering why Ginny was getting so annoyed. "He said he'd never tell his mother he had 'some girl' hidden away in his bed. Like I'm some bloody slag!" Hermione raised her voice while crossing her arms. Ginny laughed.
"Again, two weeks, love. You haven't even been out on a proper date yet." She said while waving her hand.
"See! If he liked me, why hasn't he asked me out on a date?" She replied snootily, acting much like how she would in class when she was happy to correct someone's incorrect answer.
"Maybe because you have been working the night shift? Most people go out on dates at night." Ginny reminded and Hermione's body slumped, a soft 'oh,' leaving her mouth. "Jeez Hermione. Can't you just enjoy what's happening between you and him? For now at least?"
Hermione sighed, still a little on edge from Ginny's slight bereavement, but knowing she was right. These little freak outs had happened frequently, and she would floo call Ginny often to reassure herself of what she was doing with him or rather Malfoy's intentions with her.
"No you're right. I know I'm acting…"
"Crazy? Insecure? Nutty? Completely and totally barmy?" Ginny listed with a brow raised. Hermione glared at her.
"I was going to say off, but you're not…you're not wrong I just—" She paused, feeling like a child who's over eager with their crush. She knew why, it was a tad hard to admit, even to one of her closest friends. "Malfoy is the first guy who's looked my way in….well in over a year. I'm…I'm not adjusted to feeling any type of feelings for anyone. I guess I forgot it can be overwhelming to get bubbly feelings for someone…even in a short amount of time."
Ginny sighed, giving her a small smile.
"We've all been there. But don't overanalyze him. He's a person not some medical anomaly you can dissect and critique over and over again until you get the right answers." She said and Hermione faintly laughed.
"I feel like a teenager." She laughed at herself. "How in the world did I end up in a universe crushing on Malfoy and worrying whether or not he likes me?"
Ginny laughed with her, both girls shaking their heads as they realized the reality of their world.
"Well he's quite fit so no one blames you." Ginny replied and Hermione swallowed and nodded, remembering the way he kissed her less than an hour ago. The feel of his body pushed into her hers, his thigh under her center, his warm skin under her palms. She shuddered, Ginny noticed.
"Oh my god! You were just thinking about shagging him!" She accused with a laugh.
"What?" Hermione squeaked. "No I wasn't! I was—I was just thinking about—"
"That was a sex fantasy shudder! I know one when I see one." She continued laughing, growing louder when Hermione turned red and started stuttering .
"No. I wasn't thinking about—We haven't—we were kissing and—no! Oh shut up!" Hermione said, smacking her with a pillow.
"Gods Hermione. If you haven't had sex yet I'll expect you to turn into a full tomato once you do." She chuckled and Hermione casted a cooling charm around her to ease the blush.
"He's…respectful of my boundaries." She mumbled, knowing he hadn't ever really pushed them to begin with.
"And I'm sure it's killing him." Ginny said knowingly and Hermione gave her a strange look. "Oh come on Mione. You're not some plucky school girl anymore. You're a woman. With a woman's body and face. Men notice you, Malfoy certainly has. If you gave him the okay for more I'm sure he would go bonkers."
Hermione chewed on that bit of information for a bit. Keeping in mind Malfoy liked to be approached also broke her thoughts. She briefly wondered if maybe he was waiting for her to initiate anything further for that reason alone. Though she was unsure if she could even do that. Confident she may be in other aspects of her life, but not—not when it comes to men. Especially tall, muscular and menacing looking men who's attractiveness felt suffocating sometimes.
"Hey," Ginny said, breaking her thoughts. "Don't think too hard on this. If you feel inclined to…put the moves on him I can guarantee you he will respond enthusiastically." Ginny assured and Hermione nibbled on the inside of her cheek.
"It's—It's not that. I haven't been…physical with anyone for awhile. I don't—I feel like I don't know what I'm doing anymore." She admitted embarrassingly. "And Malfoy…well it's no secret he's…active. What if he doesn't—"
"Let me stop you right there." Ginny held her hand up. "The man is cooking you breakfast, letting you peacefully sleep in his house and you're not even fucking. He seems smitten. I doubt he'll care whether or not you're a bit out of practice."
"He's making me dinner tonight. Did I mention?" She said, a bit dazed. Ginny smiled, knowing Hermione's nerves were settling.
"Another reason why I am right in all this." Ginny teased then her eyes widened. "Oh I actually meant to ask you something. Would you be able to watch James Thursday to Friday Morning? Harry and I want some alone—"
"No need to finish that slightly disturbing sentence. Yes I will watch him. I already planned on it." Hermione held up her hand to stop the words. The couple had usually asked her to watch their child since they were now trying for a second. She expected it honestly, unfortunately having mesmerized Ginny's ovulation schedule now.
"You're the best godmother." Ginny beamed, giving her a squeezing hug that Hermione barely reciprocated.
"Didn't have to work too hard for that title." She grumble but smiled anyways. Ginny chuckled at her then stood up.
"What are you going to wear tonight?" Ginny asked, heading into the bedroom.
"Something casual since I usually do. Why?" She questioned with trepidation, knowing Ginny, despite her obvious Gryffindor qualities, could be extremely cunning like a snake when needed.
"You should wear—oh bloody hell where is it?" She shouted then groaned out loud from the other room. "Here!"
Quick footsteps that mimicked an excited jog brought Ginny back into the front room. Her pointer finger twirling a bra around as she paraded back to the sofa. "Wear this." She said as she tossed the garment onto Hermione's lap.
She held up the bra, a skimpy little black thing that looked less like a bra and more like a piece of cloth with a wire holding it together. The cups, or where the cups and pads should have been, were mesh material. Thin lines of silk patterned around the cups to form something that looked like a lotus flower. If she wore this, she would surely nip through the material and whatever shirt she decided to wear. She looked at Ginny with a horrified expression, who wore her own thoughtly pleased and eager one.
"Believe it or not, it's a magical push up bra! I didn't believe the attention it was receiving until I bought one. As soon as you put it on, your puppies go up a cup and a half!" She said excitedly. Hermione looked back to the bra with a frown.
"Gin, I don't even know if I want to sleep with him. This is…not my style." She said and tried to hand it back to her but Ginny shoved it into her arms.
"Who cares? Just wear it, tease him some, let him know what you got going on. This is the bra that got me pregnant with James." She explained and Hermione gagged.
"Okay now I really don't want to wear it." She said disgusted.
"Come on! You have to!" Ginny whined as Hermione stood.
"Absolutely not. I don't want your baby-making bra." Hermione shook her head and headed for the floo. "You are the best for your insightful advice but I draw the line at wearing the bra that caused James to be conceived."
"I bought it at Tabitha's Intimates! It's called 'The Extraordinaire!" Ginny yelled as Hermione dashed away into the floo, not wanting to hear anymore.
Hermione sighed stepping into her home, heading to her room to sleep for a bit but writing down Tabitha's Intimates, as a place she needed to head to before she returned to Draco's tonight.
