Hermione Granger unlocked the front door and let herself into her house, hoping that her fiancé, Draco Malfoy was already home and had started dinner. She'd deliberately visited with her parents for longer than necessary in the hopes that Draco would arrive home and take up cooking duties, as they'd agreed that morning that whoever got home first would sort dinner. Over the years, Hermione had taught herself to cook reasonably well, but it wasn't an activity she particularly enjoyed. Draco on the other hand excelled in the kitchen.

When Hermione and Draco had first started dating the former Slytherin had barely been able to make himself a sandwich, let alone cook a proper meal. Because he'd grown up with house elves to cater to his every whim, he'd never learnt to fend for himself, but Hermione had quickly decided that she wasn't going to run around after Draco and he would have to learn to contribute to the making of meals. At first Draco had not been keen on the idea of helping in the kitchen, but a few remarks from Hermione about how sexy she found a man who cooked soon changed his mind and in a bid to impress Hermione he'd thrown himself into learning to cook. And Draco being the perfectionist he was had quickly mastered the art of cooking and his abilities now easily topped Hermione's in the kitchen.

Removing her jacket and kicking off her shoes, Hermione smiled triumphantly to herself as she heard the radio coming from the kitchen and the whiff of cooking food hit her. Thrilled that her cunning little plan had worked, and she didn't have to cook, she headed in the direction of the kitchen to see what Draco was rustling up. However, when she reached the doorway of the kitchen, she froze in shock at the sight that greeted her.

Draco was indeed in the kitchen, chopping veg, stirring pots and pans, and singing along to the radio. However, he was doing so stark bollock naked. From her position behind him, Hermione had the perfect view of his firm backside swaying along to the music that was playing. As she watched, trying to get her head around what she was seeing, she noticed black strings around his waist and neck, indicating that he was wearing an apron of some sort.

Clearing her throat to alert her fiancé of her presence, Hermione was about to remark on Draco's unorthodox cooking style, when he turned around and the front of the apron stunned her into silence. The picture on the apron was of a school uniform, and not just any school uniform, but a Hogwarts one. It even came complete with an image of open robes over the standard uniform, a green and silver striped tie and the distinctive Slytherin crest on one side of the apron.

"Cat got your tongue?" Draco asked with a teasing smile as Hermione gaped at him, clearly lost for words.

"What are you wearing?" she finally managed, still hardly able to believe what she was witnessing.

"Got to protect my bits," Draco replied with a smirk. "I don't want anything to splatter down below."

"Clothes also do that job," Hermione remarked, slowly regaining her power of speech and the ability to think clearly.

"My clothes tend to come off quickly when I've cooked for you, so I thought I'd save some time," Draco replied, turning back to his cooking.

"And the apron?" Hermione checked. "Where the hell did you get something like that?"

"I had it specially made."

"Specially made?" Hermione echoed. "Why?"

"You never got the chance to have me in my school uniform, so I thought it would be a treat for you," Draco replied, looking over his shoulder and winking at Hermione.

"There's a reason for that," Hermione snorted. "You were an arrogant git the years you wore your school uniform."

"Some people would say I was still an arrogant git," Draco chuckled, once again turning back to face his fiancée.

"They would have a point," Hermione said, chuckling at the pout that appeared on Draco's face. "But at least now I've seen behind the façade and know there's more to you than meets the eye."

"There's definitely more to me," Draco said with a lascivious grin.

Chuckling, Hermione moved into the kitchen and giving Draco a quick peck on the cheek, she peered around him to see what he was making. It looked to be some sort of mushroom sauce, new potatoes and a variety of vegetables, and a peek down to the oven showed two chicken breasts cooking nicely.

"Don't let me stop you, I'll just sit and relax," Hermione said, stepping away from the oven and settling herself at the kitchen table. Summoning a glass and a half drank bottle of white wine, she settled back to watch the show as Draco continued to make dinner, with only a Slytherin apron to protect his modesty, and more importantly, his crown jewels.


The following afternoon Hermione was enjoying a pre-arranged afternoon tea with some of her female friends. The meeting happened once a month and had initially been organised by her oldest female friend, Ginny Weasley, or Potter as she was since marrying Hermione's best friend, Harry, two years ago. Luna Lovegood was the other witch involved since the start of the monthly meetings several years ago, but over the years the group had grown to include Ginny's sisters in law, Fleur Delacour, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnett. The newest additions to the group had come about thanks to Hermione's relationship with Draco, and now they were regularly joined by Daphne Greengrass, who was married to Draco's best friend, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson.

As the afternoon wore on talk eventually turned to their partners, and as it often did, the topic of conversation got a bit risqué. Fleur, Angelina and Alicia had initially added the saucy talk to the afternoon as Fleur had never been the shy and retiring sort, and Angelina and Alicia were also able to hold their own since they were married to the mischievous Weasley twins. Ginny had quickly fell into line with her sisters-in-law, telling tales about Harry that Hermione often wished she hadn't heard. Although Luna wasn't much better with her stories about Neville. Daphne also had plenty of tales to tell as Blaise was rather a handful, and Pansy also wasn't above sharing stories of whichever wizard she happened to be dating at the time. As for Hermione, she'd never had too much to add the group before Draco, but these days she could tell stories as racy and outrageous as the others.

"I walked in on a peculiar sight yesterday," Daphne remarked during their conversation.

"Don't tell us, Blaise was sunbathing naked," Pansy cackled.

"Wasn't it raining yesterday?" Luna asked with a frown.

"For a while, it certainly wasn't sunbathing weather," Angelina said with a chuckle. "Although, I wouldn't put it past Blaise. He doesn't seem like the type who would let a little rain stop him from doing what he wanted."

"Oh, if he wanted to sunbathe naked, rain wouldn't hold him back," Daphne confirmed. "But he wasn't sunbathing naked, he was cooking naked."

"Ooh, that could get nasty if something splattered," Alicia remarked with a wince.

"He had protection on, he was wearing an apron," Daphne said. "A very odd apron."

"It wouldn't happen to be an apron designed to look like a Hogwarts Slytherin uniform, would it?" Hermione asked.

"How do you know that?" Daphne questioned, looking momentarily confused before understanding lit up her eyes. "Don't tell me, Draco's got one."

"It was on full display yesterday, as was his arse," Hermione confirmed. "You weren't the only one to have a naked chef yesterday."

"Nice," Fleur cooed. "I wonder if I could persuade Bill to cook naked."

"I don't mind the idea of naked cooking, but what was with the aprons?" Angelina asked with a frown. "Why were they designed to look like school uniforms?"

"According to Draco it was a treat as I'd never had the pleasure of being with him while we were at Hogwarts," Hermione answered. "I did point out that if that was all he wanted to achieve, then surely he'd still have his old uniform somewhere at the manor. He said an apron seemed like more fun, but he did decide to go and retrieve his old quidditch uniform."

"Now that I can get behind," Pansy murmured with a smirk. "I was always a fan of those tight quidditch uniforms, and Draco always did look exceptionally good in his."

"I've got that pleasure to look forward to tonight," Hermione laughed, unbothered by Pansy's remarks about Draco as she knew they were simply friends and any past feelings between them had long since died.

"Back to the aprons," Angelina tutted. "Did you have fun?"

"Of course," Daphne laughed. "Blaise had it off within ten minutes of me arriving home."

"Hermione?" Alicia said, turning to her friend.

"Draco had to wait a bit longer as I made him finish cooking dinner first," Hermione laughed. "But I did get to enjoy the view as he was doing so. And let's just say that dessert was very naughty."

"This is so unfair," Ginny muttered with a pout as everyone chuckled at Hermione and Daphne's story.

"Come on Gin don't be so moody, I'm sure Harry would dress up for you if you asked him," Angelina remarked. "Maybe you could get him one of these aprons."

"I don't need to, he's already got one," Ginny muttered. "Harry also cooked me dinner last night, and he was wearing an apron designed to look like a Gryffindor school uniform."

"Nice, so you got a bit of the naked chef action as well," Alicia said with a smirk.

"No, Harry was fully clothed," Ginny answered.

"Oh poor Harry," Luna gasped as the other witches began to laugh at Ginny's misfortune.

"Poor Harry, what about poor me?" Ginny wailed. "Hermione and Daphne get sexy naked chefs, I get a fully clothed husband."

"Maybe you should go all naked chef on him, show him how its done," Hermione suggested to her friend. "Although something tells me he's soon going to be aware of his mistake as Draco mentioned the boys were going to meet up for drinks this evening, and knowing him and Blaise they won't be shy in telling stories about their prowess in the kitchen."

"So maybe I will get some naked chef action after all," Ginny said with a smile.

"I think after these stories, we all might," Fleur giggled. "I need to get Bill one of these aprons. I never saw him in his school uniform, I bet he was cute."

"Cute?" Pansy scoffed. "I bet he was bloody sexy."

"My Bill is rather special," Fleur purred proudly as the conversation continued and all the witches made plans to get their partners cooking in nothing but aprons.


A few hours after the girls had enjoyed a raucous afternoon tea, their partners and a few of their other friends, including Harry and Hermione's best friend, Ron Weasley and Draco and Blaise's good friend, Theo Nott, met up for a drink in The Golden Lion, a pub owned by the former Gryffindors, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, who also joined their friends for a quick drink. As usual talk quickly turned to the witches in their lives, and once the drinks were flowing, so did the stories about their love lives.

"So Potter, how did it go yesterday with the apron?" Draco asked his fiancée's best friend, while Blaise quickly explained to the others what had been going on.

He'd been the one to come up with the idea of the aprons when he'd visited the haberdashery to purchase a uniquely designed silk scarf for his mother's birthday, and discovered they did a whole range of personalised items. He'd then shared his idea with Blaise, and while they'd been discussing it, Harry had turned up and decided he would also purchase an apron.

"Pretty good," Harry answered with a nod. "Ginny's always happy when I do the cooking, and she thought the apron was cute."

"Cute?" Blaise questioned with a slight frown. "It should have been downright sexy. Daphne was drooling the second she laid eyes on me. She had my apron off and had me on the kitchen floor within five minutes. How about you Draco, how long did Hermione last before she was tearing your apron off?"

"After being stunned into silence for almost five minutes, she decided to simply enjoy the show for a while," Draco replied. "Although her hands did start to wander."

"I think I'm missing something here," Harry muttered with a frown as the other men laughed appreciatively. "Why would Hermione be stunned at the sight of you in an apron? Surely you always wear an apron in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, an everyday one," Draco confirmed. "And usually I wear clothes as well."

"Clothes?" Harry spluttered as it dawned on him just how wrong he'd gotten things with his own apron. "You mean you were naked aside from the apron?"

"Of course," Blaise chuckled. "That was the whole point."

"It was?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, it was," Draco confirmed, giving Harry an amused look. "Tell me you didn't have your clothes on under your apron, Potter?"

"I may have done," Harry admitted sheepishly.

"Potter, Potter, Potter," Draco groaned with a shake of his head as most other people collapsed in fits of laughter at Harry's mistake. "The whole idea was to get Red hot under the collar, not give her a laugh at your apron."

"I did think it seemed like an odd idea," Harry admitted. "But you seemed so sure it would work and it would impress Hermione."

"Because I did it right, it did impress Hermione," Draco pointed out. "She couldn't keep her hands off me."

"I think we might have to try that one," Fred said to George as he nudged his brother in the ribs.

"Oh yeah, I'd be up for a bit of naked chef roleplay," George agreed.

"If done correctly, it certainly gets results," Blaise said, still chuckling at Harry's mistake.

"I'll do it right the next time," Harry vowed as the others all decided that they might also give cooking in nothing but an apron a try.

It seemed that Draco and Blaise had started a trend. One all their friends would soon be getting into, much to the pleasure of their wives and girlfriends.

The End.