Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my pink satin pajamas, and ever whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense... I was inspired by avon romance novel I read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!

- Chapter 6 -

"Wrapped So Pretty"

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Draco lifted a brow. 'Is that her real name?' he wondered. Did his buddies just offer her over to him like some product.

Hermione could see a sign of dislike flicker in his eyes.

"You're joking... noooo." Draco thought it couldn't possibly be true what he was thinking. "you morons bought me a hooker?" hot frustration gripped him almost instantly ending Tupper's widening grin which confirmed the worse. Hermione stepped away slightly, she could tell this entire evening was about to fall apart.

"No Draco it's not like that. This lady here doesn't exactly fit into the category of your ordinary scarlet. She's a respectable type from a pure blood line, go ahead, try to grab her ass." exclaimed Tupper.

"I'll pass, thanks but no thanks guys." he said and made way to leave. He had indulged himself in the arms of night scag once before. He simply didn't care to dip into those types of selfish pleasures again. Those sort of women never felt guilty with their choices in life. He had done it only once after his first heartbreak with Pansy. Bought a whore when he was only 19. It never gave him relief or happiness no matter how many times he'd visited the woman. By the fourth visit it had taken a toll on him and it felt like such an insult to his manhood that continue eat away at him like a million worms on a dying carcass. And to his injury was added the salt with him licking away at the cheap pleasure he found in the body of his little French witch.

Draco knew she was a whore when she first approached him for help one rainy night, but he had no idea she had been thrown to him as bait and he, Draco had so stupidly fallen for first of Pansy's cruelest schemes to come.

Hermione stepped aside, wanting to avoid the insanity of the whole scene about to unfold. That she Hermione Granger, graduate of Hogwarts with honors, a respected witch among her peers with only one lover in her entire life was now being called a common Knockturn Alley whore. 'What am I doing here?' she began to ask herself over and over but could find no satisfying answer other than the yearning in her soul to have something that would truly love her just the way she was and would never abandon her in the middle of the night or make her feel ashamed of what she was.

"Wait a minute mate, you- you can't do that Draco," Zabini protested "We all know you've been a bit down and all. Hell Draco, we thought you'd be thrilled. -We're talking about your birthday present here buddy…. Pulanski, Tupper and I got the best that money could buy and you just want to bloody pass. Draco come on, you're killing me."

"It's because he doesn't know her bloodline. I told you he would be this way." Pulanski stated "We should have got papers on her. But noooo... everybody was so wrapped up in the not looking like Pansy thing."

The potion had her going up until this point, now her skin was growing hot, she turned away and pretended to study the other side of the room...its low white carpet, leather furnishings and deep green accents here and there, something else shiny over there.

"Suppose we just pay her for her troubles and you three could just pick me up another case of nettle wine for my birthday present. I've run out."

"What. You mean you'd rather trade her off for some of your damn wine? She cost a hell of a lot more than even twenty cases of damn nettle wine!"

Hermione was now wondering how much Zabini had paid her before her arrival. She didn't look at it or counted the money, the amount didn't matter, because she would donate every ounce of it away to the children at the hospital first thing in the morning, all the way down to the last sickle.

Draco turned with his head down slightly and pushed his hands in his pocket. "Honestly, I appreciate the thought guys but I guess I just don't have a thing for hoo-"

"-Courtesan!" interrupted Hermione with a sharpness in her voice that was anger this time.

There was complete silence. They all stopped bickering at once and just stared at her.

She would scream if she had to bare the word hooker one more time. How dare he talk about her like she wasn't there! Her mind may have betrayed her, but her heart never did and now it was shouting at her to do something, say something!

"I beg your pardon?" asked Draco.

"I am a Courtesan. And yes sir, you should beg for being so remarkably rude! I do not appreciate be called a common whore. I am a professional Mr. Malfoy." Hermione was livid, beyond angry and honestly didn't know why. To be more precise she was flat out furious with the man in front of her, because she simply had to make this work, she was out of options at this point.

Her silence could not be the reason for losing her dream child. She walked over to him and took his hand into hers; she drew him closer to her body deliberately this time, touching the side of his face as a lover would, gracing his lips with the tip of her finger as she spoke exclusively to him. It was what she wanted of course, his attention to be solely hers this evening. She began to turn slowly with him around and around, she guided him into a slow waltz, holding his embrace as if it had always been meant for her, stroking his lips again against her fingertips... and a fire started up in her so unreal it took her breath away.

Draco paused for an instant to take in the beauty of her familiar face, the arch of her fine dark brows as she slowly pulled him into this magical dance. She looked almost wistful, like something from a fairytale, like a fairy one dreams about and there was something very peculiar about those brown eyes. Everything in her expression was open, inviting and warm and when she held him it was strange to admit that this witch didn't feel at all like a stranger to him.

"I will belong to you tonight my Lord Draco," she whispered. She opened up to his ego initiating a rhythm that belong too only the two of them as they turned slowly. "Through out history, dating back to the early days of London, Italy and France. Women of my nature played an extremely important role for prominent wizards, men of wealth and power such as yourself my Lord."

She could feel the hardening of his erection against her when she summoned his name that way, called him Lord. She thought the fullness of his erection was a beautiful thing, his manhood wanting her. She knew that in his stiffening held her deepest want, her deepest heart's desire; the life of her precious baby. She moved into his arms, moved against his begging arousal as much as her body would allow, gazing up into his eyes and allowed her other palm to seek out the solid rise in his slacks. And she rested her hands upon it to claim it as her own.

Her simple brown eyes found his as she spoke again. "It became customary for many wizards of royalty to live common married lives for the sake of bloodlines and per family orders." she said "Lonely, desperate wizards, even witches would come and seek the private arms of another, for companionship, for love, lust. We are independent women, proud and very-well educated. For it is our duty to entertain our lover's mind as well as his desires. Women such as myself who are free from moral pressures. This witch before you now, does differ herself from a common street scag. For I can love on many levels my Lord. Draco. Artistically, romantically. Our brilliant and witty personality set us apart from your everyday scags. We are not prostitutes, nor scarlets, most certainly not a hooker. Sex, one could purchase at any corner of Knockturn Alley for less than a galleon. But priceless pleasure? No. That is my expertise my Lord, it is my obligations to my profession and now it is my obligation to you...If you are to give me a name, then please call me by my truth, call me your Courtesan."

They all stared at her and Draco.

"I'm hard." said Tupper and Zabini immediately slapped the back of his head.

The tonic and the absinthe gave her courage one last time. All she had to do was out wit him, play into the arrogance she knew he'd always possessed. He was just a simple wizard after all; how hard could it be to seduce a Malfoy?

Draco surely had not taken his eyes from her. He had obviously accepted her story and her unborn child's IQ took another welcoming tumble downward. That was easy enough. She breath a sigh of relief for now. She had to come up with some way to convince him before he threw her out. Because she couldn't just strip her clothes off.

Avoiding his lustful stare she looked towards the other wizards who were still standing there. "Why don't you gentlemen leave now so that Draco and I can discuss the remainder of our evening privately."

"Yeah why don't we do that," said Pulanski.

She didn't have to convince them. They rushed toward the foyer. Zabini turned back to look at them before closing the door. "You give Draco the works Buttercup, everything he wants. He needs it."

A second passed and the foyer door closed and they were completely alone.