Her Shoes

Can I get a woo-woo for my beta t_stevenson? Chapter dedicated to Wildcatcdc for her guidance.



Here is the Dior Dress: http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/products/mf/BGB0UGJ_mf.jpg



Take a gander at the Cesare Paciotti Shoes, which were specifically requested by a reviewer (you know who you are): http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/fashion/trend-reports/in-stitches/06-cesare-paciotti/485010-1-eng-US/06-Cesare-Paciotti_gallery.jpg



As always, my gratitude to all the lovely and faithful reviewers and readers who like the story. Thank you and enjoy.



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“Stop.”



Hermione was lounging on Draco’s bed, leisurely reading a copy of The Power of Ra: Ancient Egyptian Spells. She was on her stomach, trying to do research but he kept distracting her by caressing her legs, his hands slowly edging closer towards her upper thighs and playing with the laced edge of her knickers. It was one of the reasons she’d flipped over on her stomach because those fingers of his had been even more distracting.



Hermione was wearing his favorite baby doll nightie. It was made of sheer, Latte silk chiffon with scalloped black lace edging detail on the hem, underneath the breasts and along the top including the straps. She wore matching knickers with dainty, teasing satin ties surrounded by more of the sensual black lace. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.



This was the third time she’d had to still his wayward fingers.



“Malfoy, I’m trying to read. This is important.” She huffed not bothering to spare him a glance.



Since that rainy afternoon in the Malfoy Gardens, the realization of her feelings for Draco had left her reeling. She sought out her friends at first opportunity and confided her deepest secret. Neither Ginny nor Pansy appeared surprised, in fact, both seemed rather pleased.



“You should tell him how you feel.” Were Pansy’s pearls of wisdom.



“I’m sure he’s mad about you Hermione.” Ginny chimed in nodding her head in earnest.



Both Pansy and Ginny seemed just as eager to have Draco tell Hermione how he felt as well. Hence the advice to share with Draco.



However, Hermione kept silent. The relationship was still so new and she was too afraid to risk the wonderful place she and Draco had reached. After her epiphany, she walked around just a bit dazed, blushed, and actually giggled at every little thing Draco talked about or did. This behavior was so abnormal for Hermione it prompted Cecilia to question her. Hermione had the nagging suspicion that the Slytherin lady knew exactly why Hermione was so distracted.



The only topic she constantly pushed Draco on was his behavior and actions towards her that he had thus far refused to discuss. She made it clear to him she knew he was hiding something and she would continue to pester him until he told her every detail. Draco had reacted to this by coming up with excuses to leave the room. That was when the kissing her senseless didn’t seem to distract as much as it first had.



A warm hand teasing her skin brought her back to reality. “Draco Malfoy, if you do that again, I won’t let you touch me for the remainder of the evening.” Honestly, did the man never tire? Not yet an hour before they had rocked into mutual oblivion in the shower, their bodies wrapped in steam.



Draco’s hard voice cut through her attempts at concentration. “Are you threatening me, Granger?”



Oh Merlin, the sleeping dragon was rearing his head. Marking her page, she gazed at him over her shoulder. “I’m trying to work. It’s difficult to concentrate with your hands roaming all over me. I’ve asked you repeatedly to stop which you continue to ignore.”



A hard glint in his eye, Draco seemed unrepentant. “Let me be very clear so you and I have no misunderstandings. We can argue, disagree or have a Hippogriff-sized screaming match; I really don’t give a fuck. However, using your body or sex against me is out of bounds, Granger. ”



Goddess, he was genuinely angry. Hermione closed her book and sat up. “Draco, I didn’t mean it that way, for Merlin’s sakes, calm down.”



He stared at her for a long few seconds before picking up his discarded book and without looking at her said dismissively, “Go back to your research.”



Merlin’s hairy balls, how was she supposed to concentrate on her research now knowing he was so damned upset? Hermione sighed deeply, now she was upset as well. Ironically, though they disagreed quite often, whether trading witty little barbs or rather heated debates, they rarely got genuinely angry with one other. This was an uncomfortable place to be and one Hermione did not relish being in, damn him.



Thinking of how to tame her prickly Slytherin, she rose up onto her knees to watch him.



“Need something, Granger?” Draco drawled; not looking up from his book.



Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she crawled over Draco’s semi-naked body propped up by pillows and covered only by a thin sheet. She settled herself over his lap, reached out and caressed his face. “Put the book down, please,” she said gently and soothingly.



His face seemed to be set in stone. He glanced at her from underneath his fringe. She thought he was going to push her away for a moment but he carefully marked his page and tossed his book to the ground. He turned the full power of those mercurial grey eyes onto Hermione’s already flushed face. He didn’t move or speak, simply stared at her.



Hermione could feel the familiar quickening of her heart as the beats per minute tripled suddenly under Draco’s gaze. Unsure of her next move, she finally decided to kiss him. She leaned down intending to press her lips to his and was caught off guard when Draco’s Seeker-quick reflexes flew into action. One large hand buried itself into the mound of curls at her nape of her neck; the other steadied her as he flipped them both over his hard, sculpted body over hers.



“I should tie you up, flog you and then fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.” He growled.



Breathless, she tried to speak. “Draco . . .”



“QUIET!” He commanded. She could feel that command pierce her body and shoot straight to her dampening core. “I’m going to punish you. Look at you, so fucking beautiful, so bloody distracting in this . . .” he snarled running his fingers along the edged lace of her baby doll nightie.



She had a distinct feeling she would need a new one. Her breathing hitched at the thought of what he would do to her.



“Put your hands above your head and do not move. Not one sound.” He warned.



Her entire body was inflamed by his words. She complied, trembling in anticipation of what he would do next. A whispered ‘Accio’ and Draco held the tie he’d worn earlier that day. Wordlessly, he brought it towards her face then bound it around Hermione’s eyes.



Her breaths started to come in sharps gasps. She pressed her lips to keep from moaning aloud.



“I think you tend to forget, Granger that I’m not Potter or Weasley. You can’t order me around. I’m the man in this relationship and . . .” he leaned in closely and whispered hoarsely in her ear, “I won’t take your shit.”



Somewhere in the back of Hermione’s lust-filled mind, those words registered a wave of familiarity; she just couldn’t place why it was so familiar. As quickly as that thought arose, it dissipated as she felt Draco’s hands caress her face then her neck, moving down across her collarbone and came to finally rest lightly over her breasts.



She stifled another moan as Draco’s lips bit gently at her stiffening nipples, his mouth and tongue wetting the silky material until it clung to her. He’d bite first one nipple, then the other. Bite, suck, tug, nip, and lick. Her entire body was desperate to arch up to that hot, wet mouth but she knew better, he had told her to not move. Without warning, the sound of fabric tearing apart reached her ears and a cool rush of air ran over her body.



“Gods, look at you. So fucking hot, so beautiful,” Draco’s voice hoarse. “Such pretty little knickers. Open up for me, sweet. Spread your legs nice and wide.”



Hermione complied as she felt his lips return to her now bared breasts. He kissed around them everywhere except where she longed most. Instead, his warm hands covered and plucked at those turgid pebbled tips. His mouth ran slowly down her body, across her flat stomach and reached the edge of her knickers. She felt his tongue dip under the bit of chiffon as his hands traveled to her hips. Draco’s hot breath was now poised over her soaking center. He blew on her softly causing her to shiver slightly. Then she nearly bucked when he began to suck hard over the silky material.



Shaking and nearly hyperventilating at not being able to move or make a sound, she bit her lips, clenching and unclenching her hands above her head doing her damnedest to follow Draco’s instructions to the letter. Oh gods, he was lapping at her pussy. The fabric wet and rubbing mercilessly against her aching center. She wanted to scream at the contact. Instead her body began shuddering involuntarily, stopping Draco in his ministrations.



“Need something, Granger?” He taunted waiting to see if she’d say something without his permission. His voice husky and thick with his own yearning. She could sense his smile at her silence then said, “Speak.”



Catching her breath, Hermione could only exhale a low moan.



“Granger? I’m waiting.” Draco’s voice cut through the foggy haze of longing.



“I . . . oh gods.”



“You what?”



“. . . Need you . . . Want you . . .”



“You have me, sweet.” His hands were back at her breasts plucking and pinching at her tender nipples.



Arching into his fingers and hands, she choked out, “Fuck me . . . now.”



“Beg for it.” He demanded; his voice cold.



Small puffs of air escaped through Hermione lips. “Please, oh please . . .”



She felt Draco’s body hover over hers. Suddenly she felt his breath against her ear. “Don’t ever threaten to withhold your body from me, even in jest. Do. You. Understand.” His anger simmering through his voice.



Merlin, he could be so sensitive at times and take things the wrong way. For now, she would ease his mood but later they would definitely talk about this disagreement and his reaction to it but for now, she would follow his lead. “Yes Draco,” she whispered.



As soon as the words left her lips, fingers stroked their way to the ties of her silky lace knickers, she felt them peel from her body as Draco pulled them away leaving her bare to his gaze and touch. Her body writhed and bucked blindly searching for contact after his low utterance of ‘you may move’. Her gasp mingled with his grunt as he sheathed himself insider her.



No words were spoken as his body thrust into hers in wild abandon. In and out. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Hermione was mumbling his name incoherently over and over again until she hit that peak and they both crested violently in wave after wave of sensations that curled her toes and tore a primal, guttural hoarse cry from her throat.



Gasping for air, Hermione tried to get her bearings as Draco’s body collapsed against hers. He stirred gingerly. His hands gently removed her blindfold. She blinked her eyes several times to adjust her vision. Draco removed her hands from the headboard, tenderly massaging the aching joints of her stiff arms and asked her if she was all right. She had kept her arms above her head since she hadn’t received permission to move them.



“D-Draco?”



“Hmm?” He continued to massage her arms; he was obviously calmer, all signs of his prior anger gone.



“How does the WWN work?”



Draco paused and blinked down at her then barked out a laugh. “What?”



Biting her sore lower lip, still trying to catch her breath, Hermione asked again. “The Wizarding Wireless Network? How does it work?” She blinked and stared up at the face she loved so much and fought the urge to giggle at the perplexed look on his face.



Draco looked at her with a confused and bemused expression. “That’s what you were just thinking about as I was ravishing you?”



Hermione shook her head and said, “Of course not. You were wonderful. It just . . . popped into my head. All the reading and research we’ve been doing just amalgamated in my head. I think the WWN might be the key to our project.”



A hearty and sturdy belly laugh shook Hermione. “Merlin, your mind is a wonder. Right well, WWN, let’s see.” Draco rolled off her and she moved to curl up against his side, one arm resting lightly on top of his chest.



“Wizarding radio . . .” Draco began, “I believe it’s a combination of a Sonorus-like spell from the party transmitting and there’s some type of receptor spell that’s built into the actual device which is attuned to the magic. Somehow, if memory serves me, it’s transmitted into the air and voila; we’re listening to the Witching Hour.”



“Can anyone do this Sonorus spell you mentioned?” Queried an intrigued Hermione.



“No, it’s very specific. The Witching Hour is at a specific time, as are The Weird Sisters’ concerts or Quidditch matches. It’s like getting on a queue; you have your allotted time so the spell recognizes the WWN and the radio.”



Excitedly she proclaimed, “Air waves, of course. Elemental magic . . . that’s it Draco, that’s the key to making the electronic devices work.”



Hermione hopped out bed and began pacing in the nude. Her brain working at a furious pace. Her hands waved about and her riotous curls flew wildly. “Electricity. That’s what makes everything work in the Muggle world. If we can create a spell that harnesses the power of electricity from the very air that surrounds us, we should be able to charge electronic devices. The air around us is literally charged with static, particles, molecules and atoms; we just need to devise a way to use magic to pull that energy out of the air. The spell I developed thus far was trying to recreate electricity but why create something that already exists? We can’t, that’s why it only worked for a short period of time.”



Draco sat stunned at her discovery and was galvanized into action. “Witch, you are fucking bloody brilliant. Anyone else, it would have taken them years to come to that conclusion but not the gorgeous and, have I mentioned fucking bloody brilliant Hermione Granger. We’ve got to get this drafted into a presentation quickly and get it in front of Kingsley as soon as possible. This means we can move onto Phase II and begin selecting a team of Muggle scientists and Wizards to begin developing the right spells. You are bloody amazing!”



Hermione was clapping and jumping for joy at the prospect of having cracked the first, and most important, piece of the puzzle. She dove back onto the bed and flung her arms around Draco. “We did it,” she cried out happily.



Draco held her tightly before stating, “No, you did it,” pride and amazement evident in his words.



She smiled brightly as he grinned at her before laying claim to her lips with a sweet and gentle kiss.



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Heels clicking along the Ministry of Magic corridors, Hermione glided confidently towards Kingsley’s office.



Draco purposely strolled behind her, arms laden with presentations. They were there to meet with Kingsley, the Muggle Prime Minister and several aides from both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds to present their most recent findings.



“Malfoy, you’re staring again.” Hermione clucked.



“Can you blame me, Granger?” He replied smartly.



Dressed in an all black dune style wool crepe dress that hugged every one of her delicate curves, the dress had a stand style collar and deep-V button front with simple cap sleeves. A slim tonal belt wrapped around her waist and button-detailed continental pockets gave the dress an air of aloof sexiness. She had pulled her hair back securing it firmly in a high chignon.



Her sandals were the only splash of color on her person. They were 4 inches of multi-colored, jewel-toned splendor. Made of suede, including the heel, the shoes were patchwork quilt stilettos stitched in hues of teal, red, deep purple, cream and yellow. Made for sex, Draco had stated upon spying them. He’d nearly bent her over her desk, his fingers trailing up her bare legs when a knock from Davis signaled that it was time for their meeting.



With her robes thrown over her arm, she was a striking figure and cut a swath through the sea of male wizards that parted upon admiring the fiery and beautiful Muggleborn. Any thoughts of approaching her were dashed upon seeing the deadly, possessive scowl on the platinum-blonde man walking behind her. Besides, Draco had been ogling her since he’d first seen her in her office that morning, if anyone was going to ogle her it would be only him.



He and Hermione had indeed discussed Draco’s behavior from a few days earlier. Clearly, uncomfortable, he explained he’d once dated a pureblood witch who used her body as tool to get what she wanted from Draco; money, jewels, and clothes. She was an older witch and he’d been a young, inexperienced, and easily influenced fool who’d allowed himself to be played. He didn’t want to go into particulars, suffice to say he hadn’t been in love with her merely in lust. He’d made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t allow any other woman to play him ever again in the same manner. He apologized for his actions, he knew Hermione would never do such a thing but in the heat of the moment he hadn’t been thinking clearly and simply reacted, albeit poorly. She forgave him. The makeup sex had been incredible.



They arrived at the Minister of Magic’s office, his assistant greeted them then escorted them directly inside.



“Ah, good morning. Everyone may I present Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy. They have been working on this project for the last several months and have achieved a breakthrough.”



Kingsley went round the room and introduced the room’s occupants to both Hermione and Draco. Most of whom Hermione had already met. Two of Draco’s senior company employees were in attendance. He’d told her they would be the ones to oversee and manage the project to completion, he wanted them up to speed at every juncture.



Kingsley began the meeting. “Well, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please share your latest research results with us. I must say you’ve come back to us with results much more quickly than expected. We’re all very impressed.”



Draco was the first to speak as Hermione passed out the presentations. With a flick of her wand, she muttered ‘Engorgio’ enlarging one of the presentations so she and Draco could refer to it as they spoke. Draco walked everyone through the first half of the presentation, which included the materials from Hermione’s initial meeting with him at her office several months ago.



Hermione took over the second half of the presentation. She carefully plotted out the research they had conducted thus far, including the pre-work done on the foundation spells that had initially failed. She also went in-depth about Muggle science illustrating how electricity worked, what molecules, particles, atoms and static were, and why they were important to this project. Hermione wrapped up the presentation by clarifying what next steps needed to be taken in order to create the right spell, charm or combination to make the electrical devices work.



After two hours of numerous questions and a unanimous agreement to move forward, Hermione bid the Muggle and Wizard contingent adieu. Hermione and Draco joined Kingsley in his office, seating themselves on his plush sofa.



“That was exhausting,” Hermione declared.



Kingsley grinned from ear to ear. “Hermione, you truly are the brightest witch of our age. I never doubted you’d figure it out but to do it so quickly? Well, everyone was very impressed.”



Blushing, Hermione added, “I couldn’t have done it without Draco.” She cast him a shy smile.



“I assure you Kingsley, it was all Granger. I was merely a useful assistant and sounding board,” Draco rebutted gently, giving full credit to Hermione.



“You’re both to be congratulated in my book. Well done, well done. Now, I demand you both go home and relax. Hermione, I insist that you take the rest of the week.”



“But it’s only Monday . . .” She protested.



Kingsley’s hand went up, ceasing further argument. “No, I insist.” He turned to Draco and added with a wink, “I trust you’ll ensure she follows my orders.”



Draco burst out laughing. “Oh, most definitely. Shall we, Granger? You heard the Minister. Did I mention that I happen to have the week off as well? How serendipitous.”



Hermione tried to glare at both wizards but amusement won out. She allowed Draco to escort her from Kingsley’s office and Apparate them back to the Manor, all the while shaking her head and muttering under her breath an agitated, “MEN!”



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What will they do with that time off? Oh, and I did research the WWN but found nothing so I took creative license.



Next chapter is written. Will try to post soon. It’s a biggie so please be patient. Thanks.