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Hermione smoothed her skirt one last time as she stood outside the door leading to the Prefect's Common Room. She didn't know why she was here. Honestly, all she remembered was Madam Pomfrey being so uncharacteristic and making her promise to go on the date, which had taken a couple of hours. So, Hermione had taken a shower, pulled on a grey floor length skirt and a white turtle neck, put her hair up in a twist, and was now leaning forward to whisper the password to the gargoyle guarding the door.
"Perseverance," she said. The gargoyle sprang to the side, its tail pulling the door open. Hermione walked in and the door closed behind her.
The Common room had the banners of each house hung over the large windows. The furniture was decorated in the school colors. Hermione looked around at the impressive room and saw a small table in front of the roaring fireplace. She walked toward it and stared at it in wonder. It was set with a Egyptian linen table cloth, beautifully crafted plates, two silver goblets, and a set of candles lit for the cleaning. Hermione was baffled. Malfoy had done all this? She'd expected something that showed off his wealth and status; maybe a few strolling musicians and waiters ready to serve their food. This was all...intimate. Planned was a nice word, too.
"Glad you like it, Granger," Malfoy said, standing up from his seat on the couch. She hadn't seen him when she'd first come in.
"It's beautifully set," she said, looking over him. He was dressed in a green silk shirt, a pair of slacks, Italian shoes that would cost an arm and a leg, and wore a black sports jacket. Clothes that showed off his muscles and form.
"You know," he said, pulling out her chair. "I didn't think you were going to show up."
Hermione took her seat and he walked over to his own chair. "Madam Pomfrey said that I should come," she said.
Draco smiled. "Did she also help pick out your outfit?" he said.
Hermione flushed a bit. "No," she said. "I chose it. Madam Pomfrey wanted me to wear something that showed off my curves."
Draco smirked. "It's very you," he said.
Hermione stiffened. "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked.
He laughed. "Relax, Granger," he said. "It was meant as a compliment." He snapped his fingers and their plates were filled with Chicken Stroganoff, her favorite. It smelled wonderful, but why would Malfoy serve something so simple? She looked up at him and he smirked. "I do my homework every time I go on a date with a girl," he said, explaining the dish.
Hermione picked up a fork and took a bite of the dish. She put a hand over her mouth and moaned as the flavor burst in her mouth. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Mafloy. He was smirking at her reaction. "This is the best I've ever had," she said.
"Thanks," Malfoy said, snapping his fingers again to fill up her goblet with wine. "I made it myself."
Hermione stared. "You cook, too?" she said. He nodded. "Girls must love you. Quidditch seeker, Prefect, money, smarts, and you can cook."
He stared as if he'd just heard he'd been disowned. Had she just complimented him? She looked down at her food to avoid his gaze.
Malfoy laughed and said, "I think hell just froze over."
Hermione looked up and smiled at his laughter. She then giggled. She took another bite of her food and sighed. "But I mean it," she said. "This is the best I've ever had. It's better than my mom's."
Malfoy ate his own food and they just sat in silence for a while, occasionally chatting about school or friends. The atmosphere turned more comfortable and easy going as they continued to talk. After their food was done, Malfoy walked around and extended his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, snapping his fingers again. The table and chairs vanished and was replaced by a blanket spread out on the floor before the fire, two pillows placed on either side of a covered plate.
Hermione flashed back to her quiz and what her perfect date was. Sitting in front of a fire place just talking. She sank onto the blanket and watched Malfoy sit next to her. He smiled at her and lifted the lid off the plate. She looked down and laughed. There, sitting on a silver plate, were two cupcakes. One was decorated to look like a lion's face and the other had a snake on it.
Malfoy picked up the snake one and handed it to her. She paused. "Come on, Granger," he said. "I didn't poison it. And when else will you be able to eat a Slytherin snake?"
Hermione chuckled and took it. Malfoy picked up the lion cupcake. They ate them and Hermione giggled. "What?" Malfoy said.
She leaned forward and wiped some icing off his nose. "You had some ic-" she cut herself off as Mafloy took her hand and popped her finger into his mouth. He kept his eyes on her as his tongue ran over the pad of her finger. Hermione gasped at the sensation. She was trapped by his silver eyes and the flame that was reflected by the fire. It was impossible to look away from his gaze.
Malfoy slowly pulled her finer out of his mouth and leaned forward. Hermione watched him get closer until he was inches away from her lips. She knew what he wanted, it was really obvious. But she couldn't command her body to pull away. He stopped and she could feel their breaths mingling. Her eyes traveled down to his lips. She should pull away, leave before anything else happened. Before she kissed Malfoy for the second time in two days.
Draco raised his hand and wove his fingers into her hair, loosening it from its twist. Her hair was soft against his fingers. He knew that girls loved it when he played with their hair before kissing them. He looked at her lips again and pressed his against hers. She tasted of the dinner and cupcake she'd had, but also of mint toothpaste.
When he'd invited her to dinner, even after knowing who she was, he'd thought of a plan to humiliate her. He would seduce and sleep with Gryffindor's Know-it-all, Hermione Granger. He'd fuck her until she could no longer stand, then he'd drop her while telling everyone what she sounded like when she was pounded into. It was a good plan and he had all Christmas holiday.
He stroked his tongue over hers and felt himself harden as she moaned. It sounded better than the one she'd let out when she'd tasted his cooking. He'd never had that reaction from the other girls he'd cooked for. Then again, he could cook simple dishes easily. The other girls had had more elaborate tastes that had been a challenge for him to cook. But that moan...god, it was wonderful. Just like the taste of her mouth.
Hermione pulled back to draw in a lungful of air, but Malfoy continued to kiss down her jaw and neck. His hands traveled to hem of her sweater and slipped under to touch her skin. She shivered as his calloused hands ran over her stomach and back. The feeling was foreign to her, this touching. "Malfoy," she said breathlessly.
"Draco," he said, nipping at her neck. "Call me Draco."
Hermione's fingers gripped the front of his shirt and she tilted her head back. Malfoy captured her lips and kissed her passionately. As he pulled back, she whisered, "Draco."
He smirked and pushed her sweater up. Hermione's back came in contact with the blanket as she laid down. One of Draco's hand cupped her breast and squeezed. Hermione gasped and felt Draco chuckle against her skin where his lips were on her stomach. Her eyes closed as Draco teased her body and caressed her skin. Thoughts couldn't form in her head. All she could do was feel. His lips on her stomach, his hand on her breast, his other hand...pulling up her skirt and working its way up to her underwear.
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she pulled away, realizing his true intent of the evening. Draco looked up at her from where he laid on his side. His eyes glimmered with lust and traveled over her body. "What do you think you're pulling?" she said, rightening her sweater.
He stared at her. "I just want to make you feel good, babe," he said, reaching for her. "Let me pleasure you."
She scooted back out of his reach and got to her feet. "How many times have you used that line?" she asked. Hermione fixed her hair and stormed over to the door. "Get yourself some other girl to shag, Malfoy." She left in a huff and headed back to the Gryffindor wing.
Of course. Malfoy only wanted her because she was a shag. Nothing more and nothing less. She stormed through the hallways and sank into an alcove overlooking the grounds. Her body still burned from where Malfoy had touched her. It ached for his touch again, for his lips on hers, but it was impossible. That stupid git had only wanted her for a bed partner. Probably to get back at her fro embarrassing him to his friends and the school.
The cold air cooled her down and she made it to her room without any problem from any ghosts. Back in her room, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into a shower. As the water fell over her body, she could still feel Malfoy touching her. She closed her eyes and imagined him with her at that moment, running his hands over her wet body and relieving the ache that had developed between her legs. When she realized what she was doing, she shut the shower off and dried her body. She slipped into bed and forced herself to sleep.
Stupid Malfoy was there, as well, giving her pleasure she loved and hated at the same time.
An: Steamy! Ha. Who loved it? What do you think?