Her Shoes

“There she goes, she’s magic . . .” Yeah, you know it’s you t_stevenson. Love ya, babe!



And please give a round of applause to my second beta, Lady Lynn. And, again to Wildcatcdc – the moresome was a great idea.



Her shoes are those wonderful ‘come-fuck-me-now’ shoes (aka CFMN) courtesy of the one and only Sergio Rossi (http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt99/margaritaabate/CFMNshoes.jpg).



The dress is one of my favorite designers EVER, because the man knows sexy clothes, Robert Rodriguez (http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt99/margaritaabate/0479412621811R__ASTL_300x400.jpg). As you know the knickers are Agent Provocateur.



If I may, here are my Slytherin hunks for your enjoyment and fantasizing:

Adrian Pucey – we all know is Alain Delon (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9ksDxPK0MA/SEBfBw_MEYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/To8S37X2zkQ/s400/delon.jpg)



Theo Nott – I picture him to look like Jonas Armstrong (http://www.hellomagazine.com/profiles/jonas-armstrong/jonas-armstrong-1b.jpg)



Blaise Zabini – the HOT Taye Diggs (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SGA3JshGyBI/AAAAAAAAJfQ/jWm4R_qGqxs/s400/Taye+Diggs.jpg)



Well, that’s it. Again, I was touched by the overwhelming amount of feedback on the last chapter. We all love a woman in charge don’t we? Thank you so much. On to Pansy’s party.



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The brunette, ginger and raven-haired beauties rifled through a rack of dresses, pulling out various choices and holding them up against their bodies.



“Have I told you that you are my goddess?” Ginny squealed.



Hermione laughed. “Really Ginny, it’s nothing.”



“Sorry darling, but your actions speak for women everywhere. Hear, hear!” Pansy clapped, gave Hermione a short bow, then broke into a fit of giggles.



It was the weekend and the three friends were spending the day together. They had spent the morning in Diagon Alley, stopping by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to order new work robes, next they purchased body lotion at Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions, then hopped into Flourish & Blotts for a book Hermione had special ordered. After a quick visit at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, they grabbed some ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and set off for Muggle London.



They walked around Hyde Park and ended up in Covent Garden, perusing the multiple boutiques scattered along Long Acre, Floral Street and the cobbled Neal Street.



Feeling happier than she had in weeks, Hermione wanted to do something for her two friends. “Ladies, how about a massage at The Sanctuary? My treat.”



Both womens’ eyes lit up at the thought of visiting the exclusive day spa. “Will we be able to get an appointment, it’s nearly two o’clock?” Pansy could barely contain her excitement.



Hermione held up her hand and nodded. “Todd always has spots reserved for his favorite clients. I’ll just ring him and ask him to book three treatments for us.” She was already scrolling through her iPhone and pressing Todd’s number as her friend’s smiles beamed back at her in reply.



As Hermione ended her call, she felt a gentle press on her shoulder. She turned to look into Pansy’s dark eyes, which were looking at her with relief. “You seem really at ease. I mean, I know everything’s been going as planned, but I worry about how well you’re holding up.”



Thoughts and emotions swirled in Hermione’s mind at Pansy’s words. “I’m okay. I love him still. I’m an idiot, I know.” She held up her hand to quell any retorts from her friends. “Please, I know I should just move on, but I can’t. Any other woman would have probably reported him to the Auror department. But I couldn’t, I can’t. He’s who he is and part of me is attracted to the darkness in him. I think that’s why I lusted after him for a few years. It’s not as if I really knew Draco at first. He was cold, cruel, self-centered and I still wanted to shag the daylights out of him. After spending time with him, I realized there’s so much more to him. Oh, he can be volatile but he can also be sweet, kind, protective and loving. Goddess, I’m such a sap.” She shrugged in resignation and buried her face in her hands.



Being away from Draco, romantically and physically, for the last month and half really had been very good for Hermione. She’d been able to put everything into perspective. She knew what she wanted from a relationship and from the man in her life. She knew what she wanted from Draco. She also knew they would need to work at their relationship, but by gods, she was determined to get it.



And if he wanted her as much as she suspected he did, he would do as she dictated.



From a work perspective, she saw him plenty. He came to every single meeting pertaining to the Muggle technology project, accompanying whichever staff member it might be and whether his presence was needed or not. More often, he wasn’t really needed but nonetheless, he was there. He usually sat back and listened, so as not to undermine his team. Most of the meetings he spent staring at Hermione.



She knew he wasn’t seeing anyone. Narcissa shared that after coming home from work late at night, he would remain hidden away in his suite until morning. His weekends were spent on the Quidditch pitch or at a game, at home or the office. Davis had become friends with Draco’s assistant, Selene. Hermione suspected that there was a bit of a crush going on between the two of them but she never said a word. Selene, being a romantic at heart, had shared with Davis that Mr. Malfoy came in early, locked himself in his office and only came out for meetings. He had taken to working late at nights and eating at his desk. She hoped and prayed, she confessed fervently to Davis, that he and Ms. Granger would find their way back to one another.



The thought that she, Hermione Granger, had spies everywhere monitoring her boyfriend’s – all right ex-boyfriend’s – every move made her want to chuckle in disbelief. Theo wondered if she had been sorted correctly in Hogwarts. She would have made an excellent Slytherin.



Hermione, on the other hand, had been ‘dating’ her three attractive friends. She knew it was affecting Draco; he had stopped speaking to the three men in question altogether. There had been a row of some kind at The Leaky Cauldron one night with Adrian specifically; heated words were exchanged, wands drawn but in the end no one was harmed.



She had nearly brought the entire charade to a halt after that. However, Blaise talked her out of it, stating emphatically that Draco needed to be taught this lesson. He’d reminded her that Draco had been playing his game for years. Hermione, in turn, was very upset. The last thing she wanted was to cause an irreparable rift between Draco and his best mates.



All three men had assured her she shouldn’t worry about that one bit. Draco would be fine once she was firmly back by his side and he realized that nothing untoward had actually occurred with ‘his girl’. They might have to buy him cases of Ogden’s Finest along with the latest Quidditch broom and kiss his arse for several years, but in the end it would all be worthwhile and they would be solid friends once more. She sighed, hoping that it would all come to closure soon.



“Hermione, are you listening?” Ginny tapped her shoulder.



Looking up, she saw concern flash across her two friends’ faces. She smiled wryly. “I’m okay. I’m just wondering when all this will come to an end.”



“Hermione, he’s on the edge. He’s going to seriously lose it very, very soon. I wouldn’t be surprised if something were to occur at my party next week.” Pansy’s voice was laced with certainty.



“That’s if he shows up.” Hermione wagged her finger and turned back to the clothing rack to pull out another dress.



A devilish grin appeared on Pansy’s perfectly glossed lips. “Oh, he’ll show. Trust me.”



Shaking her head and frowning, Ginny stood back with her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you, well, worried? At least a bit? Draco’s temper is somewhat frightening, isn’t it? I’m concerned about what he’ll do.”



Hermione huffed and gave a little laugh. “Draco would never hurt me. Besides, I’d hex his balls off.” She headed towards the changing rooms to try on the three selections draped over her arm. “Draco’s a sexual beast. It’s how he asserts his dominance and possessiveness. It’s how he avoids dealing with his emotions. When he strikes, that’s how he’ll do it – sexually. That I can handle, so I’ll be quite prepared.” Hermione paused briefly and grabbed one more dress from a rack near the changing rooms and piled it atop her other choices. “Well, I think I found just the right dress for your party, Pansy. Come on, let’s try on some clothes. Our appointments are at four o’clock.”



“Dinner’s on me tonight.” Pansy trailed behind Hermione as she grabbed her choices.



Ginny rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Draco and Hermione deserve each other.” Outfits in hand, she followed her two friends to the changing rooms.



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“I don’t know how you fit so many bloody wizards and witches in your flat, Pansy!” Ron mused as he nursed a butterbeer with his arm firmly wrapped around his girlfriend’s tiny waist.



“It’s MAGIC!” Pansy threw her head back in loud, raucous laughter. Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes at one another and shook their heads, grinning.



Harry stepped over to Hermione, giving her a hug that had her swaying to the music. “So Mione, who’s your date tonight?”



Hermione grinned a little cheekily then cocked her head over her shoulder to the group of smartly dressed wizards. “Over there.”



Ron choked on his drink. “Blimey, Mione. ALL THREE OF THEM? Have you gone nutters?” He looked around apprehensively and added, “This is not good. Where’s Malfoy? Is Malfoy here?”



“Oh Ron, calm down.” Ginny took a sip of her wine. “Honestly, it’ll be fine. Even if Malfoy were here, what can he do? It’s not as if he and Hermione are dating. She’s a single witch and she can see any wizard she pleases.” Ginny winked at Hermione, who in turn grinned at Pansy, whose attention suddenly diverted to her left.



“About time. All right, go, Hermione.” Pansy nodded towards the three men. “They’re waiting for you.”



Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise and she turned to look into the crowd. Pansy gave her a curt nod in silent understanding, then a small shove to send the petite brunette on her way. Hermione squared her shoulders, her wine glass dangling from her fingers, and she set her mouth into a small, sexy smile. Ever so slowly, she sashayed over to the three Slytherins, smiling brightly as she approached with a slight sway to her hips.



Merlin, they were handsome!



Adrian Pucey was darkly handsome, dressed in Muggle denim jeans and a jade-green cashmere jumper that matched his eyes. Theo Nott – or Hot Nott as Hermione playfully named him – grinned at her in the boyish and charming manner she had grown to adore. He was just under six feet with reddish-brown shaggy hair that fell across his twinkling blue eyes. He had a long and lean body and loved to sport a bit of stubble on his face. It was soft and ticklish, and he absolutely adored rubbing it against Hermione’s tender skin. He was definitely the most mischievous of the three. Theo wore simple black trousers with a crisp, white button down, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top three buttons of his shirt were deliberately left undone.



Her eyes finally came to rest on Blaise Zabini. Now, there was a fine specimen of a wizard, she thought as he winked at her slyly. A Slytherin through and through, he had readily agreed to help her when she had explained what had occurred with Draco. He had known Draco was in love with her for years and had given his friend the sound advice of just acting like a normal bloke but instead, Draco had taken matters into his own hands. Blaise felt that Hermione was the wronged party and rounded up the two other men to assist her teaching Draco a much-needed lesson.



No, teaching the one and only Draco Malfoy a lesson and giving him a dose of his own medicine was not an opportunity he would pass up.



He’d dressed his six foot one frame in dark navy trousers that hugged his trim hips in all the right places. The lightweight, cream-colored jumper brought out his skin tone and molded to his arms and chest, showing off his taut assets. Like Draco, Blaise was the epitome of alpha-male, dark to Draco’s light, except Blaise had a sense of humor that over rode his more dominant traits.



Sleek like a cheetah, his movements were careful, precise and elegant. His face was a mix of soft and strong lines with eyes so deep and dark she felt she was staring into an endless abyss. His body was a thick wall of solid muscle, his dark chocolate skin silky to the touch and he always had an easy, ready smile playing across his lips. Blaise lived his life in constant amusement. Hermione loved to tease him and tell him when he fell for the right witch he would fall hard, and where would his good-natured manner be then?



She bit one side of her lower lip to fight the grin that tended to blossom whenever she saw all three of them together. Yes, they were absolutely beautiful, hot, sexy men.



“Hello, love.” Theo reached out and brought her free hand to his lips.



Adrian’s eyes seemed to caress her from head to toe. “Hermione, those shoes are . . . well, I shouldn’t say what I’m thinking in polite company.”



Blaise’s eyes slowly traveled up and down her figure. He shook his head in appreciation. “Pet, you look completely edible.”



Not able to contain it any longer, Hermione tossed her head back in genuine laughter. Merlin, the way they were assessing her sent chills down her entire body. If she weren’t completely and utterly head-over-heels in love with Draco, she would seriously consider taking all three wizards home with her and have the end-all shag fest of her young life.



“Turn around, pet. Show yourself off.” Blaise took her hand from Theo and twirled her around slowly.



Hermione smiled as she spun slowly for her three wizards. She didn’t know what possessed her to purchase the dress she wore, let alone wear it out in public. It was nothing more than an oversized sleeveless shirt, really. It was sexy, made of beautiful fluid silk and cut in a tulip silhouette. It came to mid-thigh and sported a full ruffled, deep V-neck front and racer back. The color was a very pale creamy blush. She knew if she were to stand in front of a light, nothing would be left to the imagination.



Relishing the feel of the dress along her bare breasts and skin, underneath she wore only a pair of naughty knickers. They were a flirtatious shorts style brief in a pale blush color with provocative pale tea rose jersey lacing along her bum that allowed deft fingers to teasingly unravel them from back to front like a sweet present. Delicate cotton tea-rose trim decorated the sides, front to back.



Her shoes were definite showstoppers. On her perfectly pedicured feet she’d finally found the right occasion for her infamous ‘come-fuck-me-now’ shoes. The 4-inch python leather sandals in muted tones of gray, bone and black were sex-on-heels. One very thin strap held her toes and the fringe-laden ankle strap danced delicately around her slim ankle with every step she took.



Her hair was loose, cascading in a tumble of riotous curls down her back. Mascara, a bit of eyeliner, bronzer and high-gloss lips added a dangerous, femme fatale edge. She felt decadent, sinful, and oh so sexy.



Theo asked in a husky and appreciative voice, “Are you sure you love Draco?”



“Theo, stop.” She grinned as she admired his boyish good looks before she leaned in and whispered to the three wizards, “I think he just arrived.”



“No.” Blaise stated, glancing around the flat. “He’s been here all night. Sulking. Staring. At you. At us.”



The grin dropped from her face, her brown eyes wide with disbelief. “No.”



“Yes.”



“How do you know?” She turned her head slightly to surreptitiously look for a flash of platinum blond.



Adrian stepped forward and gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “We know. We’re Slytherins. He’s been here all night. Trust us. He’s actually staring at us right this very moment.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.



Theo leaned down and hauled her to the side of his body and pushed the long fall of her hair away from her neck, then buried his stubbly chin against the bared skin. “Play along, love. Finish your wine.”



Hermione giggled and nodded. She drank the rest of her wine and placed the glass into Blaise’s waiting hand. Still holding her, Theo pulled her along with him, guiding her outside onto Pansy’s balcony. Blaise and Adrian followed behind them. She was completely surrounded by walls of sexy muscle, sinew and high testosterone. Merlin, a girl could get used to this.



Theo maneuvered her into a dark alcove of the terrace. She suddenly found herself pressed up against a wall facing her three accomplices.



“Hermione, do you trust us?” Blaise caressed her arm gently. She felt ripples of unexpected pleasure course through her body. “Do you trust us?” he repeated.



Her mouth agape and eyes wide, she could only nod. She swallowed as she looked from one man to the other. Theo came towards her and quietly tugged her body forward, Adrian moved swiftly and silently behind her, then Theo pressed her back into Adrian.



Blaise continued speaking in hushed, low tones. “We won’t let this go too far, but we’ve got to do something that will push Draco over the edge he’s so keenly balancing on. He’s gotten far too comfortable in trying not to show any reaction, so we need to push his buttons past his comfort zone. He’s followed us out onto the balcony. He hasn’t quite found us yet, but he’s looking. So let’s make this look as real as possible, shall we? Hopefully, we won’t have to shag you before he takes some kind of action.”



“Though I wouldn’t mind,” Theo murmured.



“Theo!” Blaise snapped sharply, his voice tinged with impatience.



Adrian pressed her small body against his as Theo and Blaise caged her in at her sides. Nervous, she closed her eyes. She felt soft, tentative fingers caress her arms, and light-feathered touches danced along the opening of her ruffled collar; hands grazed the hem of her dress. Her hair was pushed aside and her neck tilted, affording access to her tender flesh; warm breath, skin and hair nuzzled the creamy expanse of exposed skin down to her shoulder. Her body shuddered as a small wave of desire ran down her spine.



Goddess, what were they doing? What was happening? It was becoming difficult to think.



A small moan escaped her lips. “Wait . . .” Oh, this was too much. “I don’t think . . .”



A hot whisper tickled her ear. “Don’t think. Trust us.”



“Mmm . . . oh . . .”



“Get your fucking hands off of her right now.”



Hermione’s eyes flew open. She could see Draco standing just behind Blaise. Oh Merlin! He looked LIVID! She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so furious. His eyes had darkened to molten silver, his beautiful face was hard, his jaw stiff. His entire body was tense and strained, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists.



She looked up at Blaise, who was smiling slightly and raised his eyebrows at her before answering Draco without turning to look at him. “Draco, mate. We’re busy. Can we talk later?” He looked at Hermione and silently mouthed, ‘don’t move.’



“Step away from her. Last warning.”



Adrian settled his chin atop Hermione’s curls. “Honestly, Draco. Does it hurt to clench your jaw like that? You’re going to give yourself a coronary if you don’t learn to lighten up.”



Draco stood in smoldering silence.



Grinning wickedly, Theo added some fuel to the fire. “Go away, Malfoy.” He paused. “Unless you want to join in.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he looked down at the tiny brunette pressed into Adrian.



Draco moved like lightening. The next thing Hermione knew, he had pushed Blaise aside and had Theo by the throat with one hand and his wand pointed at Adrian in the other. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Nott.”



Hermione put her hands on Draco’s arm. It was like iron. “Draco, please. Let Theo go.”



Draco didn’t look at her. Instead, he relaxed his grip and pushed Theo to the ground but kept his wand trained on Adrian. He shifted his body and grabbed Hermione’s arm with his free hand, pulling her next to him.



Blaise, who had watched the scene unfold, chuckled. “Draco, put down the wand. What’s wrong with you? You come out here, interrupt our good time and draw your wand on your friends?”



“You’re not my friends,” he spat out; anger seemed to emanate from his every pore. Hermione attempted to pull her arm away from his vice-like grip but he merely tightened his hold. She twisted a bit more and his fingers pressed even harder.



Theo sat back on the ground and barked out a laugh. “Calm down, mate. It’s alright.”



“Draco . . .” Hermione tugged at her arm lightly.



He didn’t even to deign to look at her as he snarled, “Granger, not another word from you. Not a single fucking word!”



Adrian gave a low, grumbling chuckle. “What are you going to do, Draco? Carry her off like some prehistoric Muggle? Let her go; we’ll go back inside and have a drink.” Adrian glanced at her, a flash of concern evident in his eyes. He was trying to defuse this situation a bit for Hermione.



Her arm was beginning to ache where he was holding her. She was also beginning to feel a little anxious that Draco just might do something drastic. Perhaps she had pushed him a tad too far.



Blaise took a step towards the very temperamental platinum-haired wizard holding her captive, his eyes taking in every detail. Theo began to rise from the floor when Draco suddenly bent and hauled Hermione over his shoulder. Hermione squealed at the unexpected, precarious, undignified position she now found herself in.



Draco turned and growled out over his shoulder, “Stay the bloody fuck away from her, if you know what’s good for you. She’s my witch. You fucking wankers.”



Hermione gaped at the three grinning wizards as Draco marched off with her. She saw Adrian wiggle his fingers, Theo rolling in laughter and Blaise mouth a silent ‘good luck’. They passed several smiling wizards and shocked witches who stared as Draco kept walking and then stopped at the other end of the balcony. She squirmed, and to her right saw Pansy and Ginny grinning like loons.



“Draco . . .”



SMACK! “I said, not a single word from you, witch,” he snarled.



He was quite angry. Oh my! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She squeaked and yelped as his hand made contact.



Oh goddess, he just spanked her bottom. HARD! As the last brief thought that she may not be too sure what she’d gotten herself into flashed through her mind, she abruptly felt the pull of Apparation claim her.



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Draco was on the hunt wasn’t he? Raise your hand if you want to be Hermione right now!