Here's installment 2! I had so many requests to do another chapter that I caved and wrote one. I'll do a few more chapters for this story. Not too many though. I want it to be a simple HEA! Read, review, favorite, follow!
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Chapter 2
The next night, Hermione was dressed in her finest. Draco had sent her an owl telling her to dress nice since they were going to an upscale restaurant.
She wore a form fitting knee length silver dress with a cut out back. It showed of a tasteful amount of cleavage. The dress accented her hips and breasts. She paired it with a pair of silver stilettos, and a black handbag. She had small cubic zirconium earrings in, with a drop necklace that was also cubic zirconium.
Her make-up was minimum, with a smokey eye and red lipstick with a small smattering of blush to give her some color.
Under the dress was a wand holster on her thigh.
Greta gave a thumbs up as the door buzzer rang.
Hermione pressed the button to call down, "Coming!"
She felt butterflies in her stomach as she walked down a flight of stairs. She was greeted by Draco Malfoy wearing a dashing black suit.
He held out his arm for her to take, and she complied.
"So Mr. Malfoy, where are we going?"
"A lovely french restaurant that is up and coming. A friend of mine owns it." Draco replied.
He lead her to an alley and they disapperated to the alley by the restaurant.
Hermione smiled at the cuteness of the establishment. It was a small restaurant with about only 25 tables, 20 of which were filled. There was a fountain at the entrance of the restaurant with the water pouring out from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
The hostess smiled at them as they entered.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy, your table is right this way." She said with a smile.
The hostess lead them to a table in the corner by the window. Draco pulled out hermione's chair for her, 'helping' her sit.
He sat across from her and cocked his head while staring at her.
Hermione blushed under his gaze. "What?"
He smirked, "Just trying to figure out why you're giving a wanker like me a chance."
"Because people have changed since the war, and you deserve a second chance. Plus I get free food and great sex." Hermione joked.
Draco chuckled, "Those are good reasons. So why don't you tell me about work?"
A waiter stopped by and took their drink orders while dropping off menus. The menus were all in french, but Hermione had taught herself French and needed no interpretation help. Draco had been tutored in French as a child.
WIth their drinks came fresh sliced baguette and fine cheese.
"Well, I work with magical creatures and expanding their rights. As you know, I created S.P.E.W. in school to help the house elves. That is still a passion of mine. I also focus on Centaur rights, and dragon sanctuaries. But I work with a broad selection of creatures. Right now I'm working on expanding the habitats of the bowtruckles. Their forests keep getting cutting down and they're dying. That requires me to work with the muggle governments to reduce deforestation. It's quite fascinating; and I love it."
Draco listened with rapt attention. Her work was truly amazing. She was truly amazing.
The waiter came back for their orders. Hermione ordered Coq au vin and Draco ordered Confit de canard. They gave their menus back to the waiter and continued with their talk.
Draco told her about the band and how they got a record deal. They were due to record in the studio in a few weeks. He told her about the struggles of integrating into the muggle world when you've grown up your entire life in the wizarding world. He learned how to use the subway though he rarely used it.
Hermione talked a bit more about her work and the intricacies. She talked about her goals and dreams. Draco listened closely, wanting to know as much as possible about this amazing witch.
Their entrees came a few minutes later. Hermione moaned as she ate the first bite. "This is REALLY good!" She exclaimed.
Draco smiled as he cut into his dinner. He was glad he made this choice.
They ate in relative silence, not wanting to speak with their mouths full. After dinner they each ordered Creme Brulee. It was delicious just like their meal.
After dinner, they each had a final glass of wine, then Draco paid and led Hermione out of the restaurant.
"So, do you want to go back to my place?" He asked quietly, hoping he wasn't reading the situation wrong.
"Very much so," Hermione replied.
A few minutes later after apparating to Draco's apartment, Hermione's dress was pooled around her feet, her panties pushed down, and she was bent over the couch again. She was still wearing the stilettos, and Draco loved it.
Draco hadn't bothered undressing, he just pulled his cock out and immediately entered her sopping wet pussy.
He fucked her for a good five minutes before wanting to take her into the actual bedroom.
Hermione stumbled a bit, trying to regain feeling in her legs. Draco steadied her as she slipped out of her shoes.
They scurried into the bedroom, where Hermione took off her panties and bra. Draco also stripped down to nothing, grabbed Hermione, and pulled her into his lap on the bed, where he proceeded to snog the hell out of her.
A few minutes later, Draco her her laying on her back, legs on his shoulders, and he was inside her again, fucking her roughly.
Hermione moaned loudly as Draco hit her G-Spot. His cock was perfect.
They had sex all night, taking turns being on top, giving each other oral, and ultimately, cuddling at the end of it all.
The next morning, Hermione woke to Draco's head between her legs as he licked her clit. When he saw that she was awake, he inserted a finger inside her cunt and continued to lick her clit. Hermione moaned and felt herself approach the edge.
Draco went up to three fingers and was fucking her hard with his hand as he played with her clit, rolling his tongue over it and nibbling at it.
Hermione fell over the edge a few seconds later.
After catching her breath, she grabbed Draco and forced him onto his back, where she proceeded to climb on top of him and rode him. She sunk down on him, her cunt filled entirely. She rocked back and forth, up and down, and swirled her hips.
Draco moaned as she did it. His hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
They approached the edge at the same time, and went over it together.
Afterwards, Hermione curled into Draco's side, his arm wrapped around her form. He played with her hair as her head was against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
The next two weeks were filled with multiple dates, hot sex, and sleepovers at Draco's house. Obviously, they were also filled with work and a few gigs on Draco's part.
Hermione attended each gig that Draco had. He always sang her song, breaking the hearts of dozens of girls.
The day of Hermione's departure was fast approaching, and they both knew their time together was short. So they cherished each moment they had together.
The night before the departure, they didn't have sex, they made love. Draco held Hermione's hand over her head as his arm was wrapped around her waist, thrusting into her slowly and gently. His eyes were watching her face, watching to see how she would react.
This time, it was different. Draco was attentive, Hermione was passionate, and though neither of them said the word, it hung there in the air, making itself well known.
Hermione shed a few tears that night, not wanting to leave, but knowing that she couldn't and wouldn't change her entire career path for a guy, no matter how amazing that guy was.
Draco kissed her passionately as she stood by the portkey inside the American Ministry. The president looked away awkwardly, Greta and Hannah giggled.
When Draco released her, Hermione hugged Greta and Hannah and shook the president's hand.
"Thank you for this wonderful learning experience. I look forward to the cooperation of our countries." Hermione said.
The president nodded, "I'm glad you came and had a great time her in America. I look forward to you coming back."
Hermione gave one last look at Draco as she grabbed the portkey and was transferred back into the Ministry.
That night, Hermione went to bed alone for the first time in weeks. She cried herself to sleep, already missing Draco.
That night, Draco crawled into his empty bed, missing his witch. He curled up and fell into a fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares. That was one of the reasons he liked Hermione, when he was next to her, he didn't have the nightmares.
Now that what was done was done, it was time to see if their relationship could stand the test of distance and time.
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