They stepped out into a clearing in front of the queen's nest and Hermione had to keep her jaw from dropping open at the sight of the magnificent creature. Larger than any dragon she had ever seen. "Sophisticated lady, she likes her food properly cooked," she commented to nobody in particular. Even behind
Charlie, they could feel the intense inferno erupting from the dragon's maw.
As she finished feasting, she blessed her guests with her signature breath of smoke. It stunk oddly like sulfur and pinewood. Was she perhaps omnivorous, Hermione pondered, or did she use nearby flora to aid in digestion like some animals do?
Charlie urged them to come pat the massive creature on the head, as if she were some cuddly pet. Hermione and Draco released their grip on
each other's hands and carefully approached. Smokey's hide was rough and leathery, yet soft and very warm, almost too hot to touch. She
nuzzled into their touch, like a cat would when getting scratched behind the ears.
But when Charlie asked if anyone wanted to fly, Hermione imagined every instance where that would be a
very bad idea and instinctively
voiced her objection with a simple "NO!" It seemed Draco had echoed
her concern.
However, despite their not wanting to
mount the queen, Smokey had something else in mind. She reached a claw up to her mouth, enveloping draco in her reach, and began picking
something forcefully from her teeth.
"Um, Charlie? What's she doing?" Hermione asked with growing concern.
"I'm not sure, she's never done this before " Charlie responded. He carefully stepped closer, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Don't move. She does anything, I'll disapparate us. Hermione, please come over here, would you? Slowly."
Hermione nodded her head and slowly tiptoed around the beast. When she reached the other side she asked softly, "Draco, are you alright?"
Just then, a sound like wrenching metal startled Hermione nearly out of her skin. Smokey removed her claw from her mouth and played her arm to rest where it lay before, away from the three. In Smokey's mouth was the tip of one of her golden claws. She dropped it to the ground and nosed it closer to Draco before stalking off back to her nest.
"My word!" Charlie quietly exclaimed, "In all my years, I've never seen her or any dragon do this. This is huge!"
Everyone was having a mutual good time, all smiles and amazement. Until Smokie decided to move her arm and
insert one of her golden claws into her maw. Leaving Draco somewhat effectively encaged by the dragon.
Draco rolled his eyes as he heard the hesitation in Charlie Weasley's answer to Hermione's question on
Smokie's behavior. "Some dragon trainer you are, Weasley." Draco muttered under his breath, probably
just loud enough for only Charlie to hear him.
When Draco heard Hermione ask
if he was alright, he lost his chagrin demeanor and simply said, "Never better." The sound of wretching metal
made him flinch in surprise. He almost moved to cover his ears, but the noise stopped almost as soon as it began. There in front of him was the
tip of one of Smokie's golden claws. She nudged it closer to him and he found himself awestruck. The golden horn of a Norwegian Ridgeback was a rare ingredient for potion making. Highly valued and hard to come by because horns were not regrowable like claws were. Still, for this creature to share apart of herself with Draco
unprompted. He recognized the intellectual nature of the beast and suddenly gained an immense amount of respect for this creature who shared his namesake.
"Thank you very much. Your intuitive generosity on this day will forever be regarded with my upmost respect, Smokie Norwegian Ridgeback." Draco spoke reverently. As if understanding every word, she seemed satisfied and stood up retreating back to her nest.
Draco bent down and picked up the claw tip. It took two hands and a fair
amount of arm strength for him to adequately hold onto it. "I'm sure you will find the Ministry of Magic to be cooperative with your request for further funds for the needs of the dragon sanctuary. The Malfoy family
would also like to make a charitable donation."
Charlie clasped his hands together in excitement. "Thank you, thank you both. I can assure that you won't regret such a generous decision. Follow me please, let's head back to headquarters. Mr. Malfoy if you'll allow me to try and take a one inch keratin sample piece of that claw, or
at least allow me to take some pictures, it is yours to take, as Smokie made that very clear." Charlie asked of him and Draco obliged.
The three made their way to the sanctuary headquarters administrative building to do just that. Charlie gave Draco one last parting gift of placing the claw in an undetectedable extension charmed satchel for easy transport. Upon exiting the facility Charlie was still practically singing their praises as he bid them farewell and returned into the facility.
Draco looked around and said Hermione, "I'm thinking a full size statue of an asian dragon with a plaque honoring the Malfoy family for an ongoing annual charitable
donation to the sanctuary. Your thoughts, Hermione?" Draco's expressions were almost always reserved, but to those who were closest to him they would be able to see he was ecstatic beyond words or
expressions.
Hefting the claw, Draco expressed the willingness of both the ministry to allocate the extra funds, but his own
family donation. "Yes, absolutely," Hermione added, "Especially after that display, how could we not want to fund? This is going to be the highlight of my report for sure."
Still reeling in awe of the previous event, Hermione took to recording every detail as minutely as possible, from Smokie's friendly greeting,
how it smelled. Then her allowing them to touch her, how she looked and felt. Then her generous parting
gift. Did she perhaps sense a kindred spirit in Draco, or was it possibly something only a dragon could understand?
When they left the facility and Draco expressed his desire to create a large statue in honor of his donation, Hermione grinned widely at the notion. "Still not one for subtlety
are you?" she giggled, "But I'm sure they'd very much appreciate it. However, l'd be worried if a real dragon mistook it for a possible mate.
Perhaps a more modestly sized memorial? And just how much are you planning on donating?" The sun was getting low in the evening sky, meaning their date was already half finished, much to Hermione's chagrin.
However, she didn't have anything else planned for Draco's birthday. Perhaps there was something he wanted to do so she asked, "What shall we do with the rest of our evening?"
"Always the rational thinker, you are Hermione. I will take your statements under consideration." Draco answered, adeptly avoiding any form of agreement concerning the change in size of the honorary donation statue he desired. Or stating how much he intended to donate. He would have to discuss it with the Malfoy family accountant to give her an accurate answer in truth.
Having a wealthy family for many generations meant allowing persons of professional financial literacy to handle large some transactions and records for tax purposes. Much like the British Royalty, the Malfoy family has "old money" which is enough that
the wealth can perpetuate their lifestyle (be it through dividends, bonds, interest, or other investments).
Pureblood families will often keep everything they've ever owned. Their house and estate will have already been paid for. They typically only
have one son or daughter to inherit the estate and wealth. In this fashion they are able to perpetuate their wealth across many generations. When you are independently wealthy the wealth can sustain itself as long as you don't overspend. Thus Draco had no reason to worry about how much he was planning to donate to the dragon sanctuary. It would be sufficient for the honorable donator statue he had in mind, to say the least.
When Hermione asked what they should do for the rest of the evening, Draco noted it was dinner hour gained an idea. He placed and arm
around her waist and held his wand at the ready. "Since you so kindly offered, accio boot portkey." He spoke
wand in hand and pointed to Hermione's undetectable extension charm beaded bag. Out flew the boot and into his wand hand and away
they went.
They reappeared back at the entry gates of Malfoy manor. He led them inside and was greeted by the house elf. "Welcome home Master Malfoy. Welcome Miss Granger. How may I serve you?" She asked kindly. Draco motioned with his fingers and the elf levitated, so he didn't have to bend
down to whisper instructions that were not audible to Hermione. A moment later he levitated the creature back down and with a bow the house elf snapped her fingers
and disappeared.
Draco helped relieve Hermione and himself of their bags and jackets before leading her to the dining hall.
Dinner for two awaited them. Silverware and plates covered by equally elegant silver lids. A chilled bottle of wine awaiting to be opened. Like the mannerism gentlemen he
was, he assisted Hermione into her seat and opened the bottle. "Care for some elderflower wine? I don't care
for alcohol unless it's this, to be honest. In fourth year someone held a Firewhiskey party in the Slytherin common room. I felt fine, until I laid
down in bed to go to sleep. The whole room spun every time I closed my eyes. Which resulted in a very arduous two hour period following of being violently ill. After that I have
reserved consuming alcohol in modest amounts for only special occasions." He offered to her first before filling his own wine glass.
Hermione was pleasantly surprised by the tantalizing aroma coming from the covered plates. She couldn't tell
exactly what was underneath, but it smelled heavenly. She couldn't help but relinquish a giggle at Draco's
story. She imagined the distress his fourth-year self felt. She herself was offered fire whiskey, as well as other
kinds of liquor throughout her later years at Hogwarts, but decided if it was good enough to have before coming of age, I would still be good
afterwards. "Oh, you poor thing. That must have been embarrassing. I'm more partial to wines as well, so I'd love some."
As Draco poured, she thought of an instance she knew of that involved fire whiskey. "Actually," she recounted, "A certain pair of twins sometimes smuggled fire whiskey into Hogwarts somehow and sold it by the vial. Never got caught, though they were responsible and never over-sold to any one individual."
"You don't say? In truth I always found a certain pair of twins to be quite funny." Draco revealed to Hermione. In deeper truth he had gone to Fred's funeral because of
his guilt and admiration for the duo. He had stayed out of sight, his presence surely not welcomed. He had waited until everyone had left before he approached the grave and
let his guilt flow free in the form of a few tears and words of apology to the freshly filled grave.
Draco pushed aside the memory and brought his focus back to reality. Now that the wine was poured he could
reveal their dinner for the evening. "Tonight I requested two truths and a lie. The two truths coincide with my
favorite meal. The lie is what I tell everyone if I am asked what my favorite food is. Perhaps you can venture a guess which is which?" He voiced and removed the covers off
their large dinner platters.
Upon each platter was roasted duck, tomato basil bisque soup, and toasted
cheese sandwiches. He took a seat and carefully used the intricate silverware to cut into the cheese
sandwich and dip into the creamy soup before placing the morsel into his mouth.
Memories of the Weasley twins momentarily flooded Hermione's mind. Their brand of antics were always a welcome distraction from
her school work. And though she would never admit it, she had a small crush on Fred for a moment before she realized how she felt about his younger brother. Hermione pushed those thoughts away as Draco explained the game he had set up.
She watched intently for any clue as he sat and took the first bite of his meal. Roasted duck, pondered Hermione, was commonly known to be an upper class dish. The tomato basil bisque smelled amazing, something anyone could appreciate. Grilled cheese sandwich, simple yet tasty. A comfort food to many. Hermione knew right away which was which. "Given the options and the way your first bite was of the sandwich dipped in the soup, I know that they are your favorite, and you state that you prefer the duck to save face in high class society." Sitting back, she gave Draco a smug look. "Am I right?"
Draco nodded his head in silent affirmation to Hermione's statement. His face stayed stoic in the comfortable silence that settled over the room as they ate. Halfway through the meal he voiced a question to her, "Do you have a favorite meal?
Or perhaps a favored scent Hermione?"
Though it wasn't a difficult test, Hermione counted it as a win. They tucked into the meal and Hermione fount it sublime. The duck was roasted to perfection, lightly seasoned
as not to overpower the flavor of the meat. The soup was creamy and went well with the sandwich, which was made with three kinds of cheeses.
Cheddar, swiss and pepper jack. A delightful combination. Then draco asked about her favorite meal or scents.
If she was honest with herself,
she didn't particularly have a favorite food really. Eating was more of an inconvenience between periods of work or study. If there were a way for her to go long periods of time without eating, she absolutely would. But there weren't any instant nutrition potions around because she seemed
to be the only one she knew that would rather work than eat. Perhaps that was a sign of her being a workaholic. However, she did have a few favorites in the way of scents.
She found d she worked better if she had a sweet, herbal smelling candle burning, but nothing could top what the Amortentia potion revealed to
her. "I've always been fond of the aroma of new books and fresh parchment. A warm, earthy smell that always makes me feel at home no
matter where l'm at."
Draco noted she did not state a favorite meal. At least that was one less fact to remember. Not that he would mind remembering anything
and everything about her. It was more of less knowledge he would have to retain within the bounds of their relationship. He grinned at her favorite scent of books and parchment. He keep such a grin as he occupied his gaze with looking down at his food. After swallowing he looked to her, "The scent of leather bound books with pages of pressed parchment became an acquired scent that I learned to enjoy. I noticed it in our Amortentia potion in 8th year."
Once they were done eating, he took her hand and led her through the manor. He didn't stop until he brought them into the manor library.
It wasn't as large as the Hogwarts library, but none the less quite formidable. Among the many shelves
of books there were study desks, cushioned seats, and a fainting couch. He released her hand should she want to explore. He took a seat the fainting couch. "The library wasn't always this
large. In the mid 1800's until start of 1901 this space here was a fainting room. A private room, of which the main furniture in was a fainting couch. Common populus assumed
that fainting couches were for women to swoon on daintily when their corsets took their breath away. This is not true. In fact they were used during the Victorian era, to make
women more comfortable during the home treatment of a condition called female hysteria. Such rooms were
used for privacy during home treatment of...'pelvic massages' that was an acceptable treatment of female hysteria. Were you knowledgeable of this Hermione?" Draco asked her, his signature smirk
upon his lips.
They both enjoyed the same smell of books. It wasn't that odd though. She knew how studious he was, so it was
only natural."How sweet that we have that in common." In the library, Draco gave a brief history of the room and
it's lewd origins. An obvious attempt to rile her up. So she decided to return in kind. She stepped closer looked up
into his eyes. "Yes, I've read about that
before. In fact, muggle doctors even invented a mechanical device to assist
in relieving hysteria that is still in use today. Though now it's less for medical use and more for... personal use. Were you knowledgeable of that, Draco?" she asked with a sly smile.
Draco appeared to be most relaxed as he sat upon the fainting couch. That was until Hermione stepped closer
to him. Keeping herself just barely out of his reach. When her eyes met his he straightened his posture so he could lean forward a bit to add intensity to the gaze. She shared some fascinating fact knowledge on the
subject of discussion. "I was not aware of such a device. Perhaps I underestimated muggles and their cleverness, concerning their knack for making useful devices." He stated, probably coming close to complimenting muggles as he would ever get.
"Care to sit down Hermione?
You're looking a bit flushed. Perhaps female hysteria has taken hold of you...we can't have that happening
now can we?"
Putting her hand on her cheek, Hermione feigned surprise, "You know, I think you may be right. I do feel a little hysterical now that you
mention it." Daintily, she swayed, making a show of how she imagined
a woman in a girdle or corset would make her way to a fainting couch.
She lay down with her head and shoulders resting on Draco's lap. "Oh
dear, I feel the hysteria setting in." she placed the back of her hand to her forehead in despair. "However shall
I recover?" Hermione broke a smile
as she looked up at Draco, knowing exactly what she was in for. Her heart raced and she could feel her body heating up at the thought of what might come next.
Draco was pleased that Hermione was positively humoring him in this endeavor. He had confidence he would do more than just humor her by the end of their evening together. He would bring her some pleasure, just like she had done to him on
Valentine's Day. His signature smirk spread across his lips as he looked
down at her with her head in his lap. "My dear fiance, you shall find recovery with the aid of your betrothed. For it would be most unbefitting, perhaps even dangerous to my own well being, to leave
in such a state. Do you you consent to accept my offered aide? I can assure you, just say the word and I will stop if you become uncomfortable at any moment."
Should she give consent Draco would slip his arms under hers and slid her torso up further. So she came to rest comfortably upon the couch cushion,
while he entangled himself from contact with her, for now. "Hysteria was a disease completely unrelated to sex. Doctors of the time the belief
was that only penetration was sexually stimulating to women. And the only cure for hysteria was to stimulate that clitoris until she didn't want it to be stimulated anymore."
He informed as he slowly inched his feet to move him downward. He came to a stop and took a seat on edge of the fainting couch next to her hip.
He withdrew his wand and whispered an transformative spell that transfigured her pants into a skirt. Whatever she had on beneath was not
effected. "We wouldn't want unnecessary skin showing. Such immodesty is uncoming of a lady, especially one of being engaged to wed. Surely such sight will be appreciated by her husband, in due time."
Draco teased as he returned his wand to its pocket and he tentatively placed a hand on the bare skin of her leg and
traveled upward. He made sure the skirt didn't raise very far as his hand stopped when he felt the natural divot
of her hips and the fabric of her intimate under clothing. "What accommodations would you like done concerning your undergarments, Miss
Hermione Granger?" Draco asked, trying out the sound of her full name on his lips. For soon she would be Misses Hermione Malfoy, best to
say her maiden name in these opportunities of couple intimacy exploration. For he may not care to do so once they were married.
Hermione giggled, not only in amusement at the impromptu role playing, but also it felt so nice to hear Draco call her his dear fiance. "Of course I consent. Please, help me in
my time of need, darling."
They repositioned themselves for easier maneuvering as Draco revealed more information about the condition
she was suffering from. Afterwards he transfigured her pants into a skirt and teased her about modesty.
"You're just worried about your mother catching us, aren't you? Understandable. I'd hate to have my parents walk in when we were acting
carnally."
Draco's hand slithered it's way up the length of her thigh, sending a delightful shiver up her spine. She could feel her own goosebumps as Draco's skin passed against hers.
She absolutely loved they way her name sounded coming out of her fiance's mouth. She had to do something about her underwear quickly, unsure of what she might do if the hysteria overwhelmed her
better judgment. "Oh don't you worry about that, Mister Draco Malfoy, l'll take care of that. May I use your wand?" With a nod from him, her hand found its way into Draco's wand pocket and fished out the instrument.
A moment later the barrier between the two of them had vanished. Not a big deal to Hermione. It was just fabric after all. "There you are, Sir.
I'm ready for you."
Draco nodded, giving her silent affirmation to use his wand, as it seemed to be closer than wherever she stored her own. A moment
later the material that his fingertips had been in contact with vanished. Oh Salazar! That certainly had a positive effect on him in unsightly ways. His heart rate increased as
his splayed hand slowly slid from away from the divot of her hip bone to across her lower abdomen. Turning his hand he began it's descent
downward. He felt the course texture of what he suspected to be maintained body hair beneath his palm. He stopped when the tip of
his middle finger covered the clitoral hood.
Draco's eyes glanced her way as said
in husky tone, "Let's begin with a remedial massage of the pelvis. We wouldn't want the surrounding muscles to experience strain during the focal message." He began to message the upper part of her mons
venus. He started with gentle squeeze and release pressure and worked up to making his and wave over the area of interest.
Starting with applying
just pressure to his fingertips and then would shift the pressure up his hand while pushing downward on her flesh until it reached his wrist. At
that point the same process, but in reverse back down to the original starting point. Her flesh felt brilliant under his palm. Delectable in every
way his hand could sense through touch and heat.
Breath caught in Hermione's throat, she couldn't help the whimpering gasps escaped her. She put one
that hand to her mouth to stifle the
sound while the other gripped
Draco's free arm tightly. He had just barely grazed her most intimate spot, yet she was already reeling from his
sensual touch. She couldn't respond with more than an eager nod as he began massaging her.
Even though the focus wasn't directly on her quickly heating womanhood, it was a welcome start to the experience. She'd never experienced this type of massage. It felt wonderful. Her nethers were becoming putty under his touch.
Draco observed her reactions with a heated gaze as he continued his ministrations. He resisted the urge to reach up with his free hand and
remove her hand that covered her mouth. He quite enjoyed hearing the quickened breaths that escaped her lips. But this experience was about
her, he wouldn't interfere with her instinctive behaviors. Her other hand grasped onto his free arm, allowing him another form of reassurance
as to what actions of his hand pleased her. Her whispered praise further enflamed his ego, as well as other unseen extremities as he increased
his rhythm of the rudimentary
massage.
He could tell when she was more than adequately warmed up and ready for
more. The extravagant heat that radiated beneath his hand, the subtle quiver of her body, and the elevated pace in her quiet breaths. Draco stilled his hand and applied downward pressure with his pointer and ring finger. Allowing the hood of flesh to pull downward and expose the sensitive clitoris bud that his
middle finger gently caressed
in slow circular motions.
The massage, having increased the amount of blood flowing had heightened Hermione's sensitivity. She could feel everything Draco
was doing, and he was doing it very well. He expertly found her most sensitive spot and gently caressed it just the way she liked it. Lightning shot through her limbs and there
wasn't a defiant atom in her body. He could do this for her anytime he wanted.
Perhaps it was good luck
that he was so good at making
her body like she was an instrument, and he was a world class musician.
Then she remembered how Parkinson was about him. Hermione reckons he was a bit of a post pubescent playboy.
Normally such a thought would have put her out of the mood, but it didn't this time. Quite the opposite. Surely, he'd been around the block, sowed his
wild oats, but he came to her, skilled in the ways of passion. And he was hers as she was his. "Tell me da-- ah-- darling," she could barely speak as
the storm Draco's hand was conjuring within her shot bolts of pure ecstasy through her body. But she wanted to
know, hear him say it. "Tell me, how did you get so good at this? I'm so curious."
Her question made him chuckle audibly with amusement. Only Hermione Granger would have the mental capabilities to ask such a question under such provocative
circumstances. Definitely time to increase the pace. "Everyone has to practice to become skilled. Everyone
except you." He complimented then switched his finger from doing circles to quickened flicks that would surely cause that inquisitive mind of hers
to have a hard time forming sentences from the pleasure brought.
Hermione rolled her eye at Draco's absurd statement. Of course she had to practice in everything she had ever done. She simply put more time and
effort in doing so than most. And she had half a mind to tell him just that.
Then she gasped when he switched up his technique, effectively removing all thoughts from her mind. She writhed in pleasure under
Draco's touch. She could feel it building deep inside her, that wonderful energy wanted the burst forth. Just a little more. She needed
just a little more to push her
over the edge. "That's not true. I--oh my Godric, yes! Don't stop, I was trying to get you to talk provocatively to me. Please?" She begged, holding him close so he could whisper right in her ear.
He was almost certain the moisture of the general area he felt was from arousal and elevated body temperature. Draco smirked at her whisper. Her grasp on him quite firm
as he parted his lips to whisper into her ear, "Would you like to hear what about this I am enjoying? Let's see...the expressions you have when
you are under pleasured circumstances are extraordinary. The tone of begging that escaped your lips a moment as go was enthralling. The
feel of your body beneath my hand so close to 'hysterical paroxysm.."
Draco quickened his pace further, changing the angle a bit to ensure maximum surface coverage of each rapid, repetitive, flicking of his fingertip to her sensitive clitoral nerve ending. "...knowing I am in control of bringing forth such achievement you, Hermione Granger.
I can't stop." He whispered to her giving her exactly what she had begged for.
The sensually dominant timbre of his soft voice in her ear reverberated all the way down her spine and into the depths of her womanhood. Draco's
words melted Hermione's mind and caused the release of her "paroxysm" as it was so eloquently described.
It felt as if a tsunami of pleasure had crashed into her, causing her to spasm. She held onto her betrothed so as not to get washed away. "Oh Draco! Yes!" she whimpered into his chest.
She rode the waves as her heart pounded and lungs gasped for air. As she began to descend from her apex she voiced, "I think that's enough. I believe the hysteria has passed."
Hermione's hands fisted his shirt as if her very life depended upon never letting go. He could feel her body writhe in ecstasy beneath his ministrations. His eyes watched her
face as apex of paroxysm took over her entire being. Bloody hell, what a sight! He certainly looked forward
to making her whimper his name again.
She came down from her apex, he slowly decreased the movements until she was still and satisfied.
He removed his hand and took care to tuck the material of the skirt back down to her ankles. "I don't think there could ever truly be 'enough' of that. However, as far as hysteria is
concerned you should exhibit no further symptoms for the time being. Female Hysteria is common and chronic. Do call on me anytime should you need assistance for
treatment, Miss Hermione Granger." He informed in that physician type voice he had assumed in there mock
treatment of hysteria.
He was grateful for the descent time that was spend after she reached her apex. It allowed his own arousal
to become less noticeable within the confines of his trousers. When they were ready he stood and offered
her his hand to assist her up. "Thank you Hermione for an unforgettable birthday."
She gave him a well deserved kiss after he offered his services for any future hysteria treatments. "Thank
you, Doctor Malfoy. I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I feel any symptoms arise."
They situated to lay on the couch for a few minutes in comfortable silence and content to be near one another. However, as the hour grew late they stood, not wanting to fall asleep there. He thanked her for the wonderful time they shared that afternoon and evening, though Hermione wished it
didn't have to end quite yet. Like he said, there could never be enough. She supposed there was always next
time. "You're very welcomebdarling. And thank you for...earlier." Her face reddened as she smiled.
She couldn't surpress the giggle that passed over her lips. "You may have just ruined addressing my hysteria on my own forever, now that I know I have an expert healer that makes house calls." Silently she thought, 'And strengthening my appreciation for the smell of a library.'
After a well deserved kiss followed with relaxing on the couch. The hour was growing late and he knew it was best time for her to depart. They stood and she blushed at his remark. Her on quip equally amusing to him. Draco
raised his hand and tucked back a lock of Hermione's hair behind her ear so he could whisper, "I certainly wouldn't oppose a house call. However rather than think I ruined
addressing hysteria on your own; you could reflect on our recent treatment to enhance your self treatment." He said in his voice that was smooth
as the satin.
He led her by her hand to the front door to depart. "Until we meet again Hermione, farewell." He said in final departure as he gave her hand a kiss and opened the door for her to watch her depart and apparate from
Malfoy Manor. Once she was gone and secured the premises and then retreated to his suite for a shower.
Maybe a bit of a longer than usual hot shower was in order before he endured some cold water.
Hermione shook her head at Draco and whispered back in his ear, "Some things are better left in the hands of a
professional. If I could learn to do it just as well, what use would I have for you?"
They stood in front of the main entrance and Draco bid her farewell. "Goodnight Draco, darling. Think of me if you decide to relieve your
own hysteria." With a wink and a twist she popped away, leaving her betrothed behind.
Once home, she made herself a cup of herbal tea and relaxed, reminiscing about the day while Crookshanks
lay on her lap and purred. "You missed out on quite the adventure today. I hope you weren't too bored while I was gone." Crookshanks responded by rolling onto his back, a
request for her to scratch his belly. Hermione obliged and smiled at her orange friend.