Champagne Dreams

An exhausted Hermione enters the Head's dormitories and trips over a pair of large high heels. She gasps at the realization of who those heels belong to. Her feet are WAY too small to ever fit into a pair like those... besides its not her style to wear red snake skin stilettos. "Hermione!... your back" a scantily clad Draco pants out from the doorway of his bedroom. "and I almost died tripping over these shoes! who's are they?!". Draco blushed slightly and quickly emerged from his hiding place to retrieve the shoes. Hermione's eyes went wide with the realization of what he was wearing, a red silk robe and she saw charcoal eyeliner rimming his big grey eyes. "D-Draco... what's going on?". "believe me this was not my intention to let you see me like this... I'm sorry". Hermione takes him in with her eyes and realizes just how beautiful he is, even if he's in women's clothes, he's got pure male sexual magnetism mixed with female beauty.

"No- no don't be sorry... if this is who you are... then I guess I'm honored to be the one you feel comfortable enough with to share who you are". Draco gave a small grin at her reaction and it made him brave enough to ask the next question he had been dying to ask but his thoughts were interrupted by Hermione "I do have to ask.. your what 6'3?... do you really need to wear stiletto's?"

"Granger... its not to make me taller! just look how they make my legs look!" with that Draco slipped his feet into the stiletto's gracefully. Hermione admired just how long and muscular his legs were, smooth calf muscles accentuated by the heels made Hermione feel like a voyeur as her eyes raked over his alabaster skin glowing in the firelight. "I agree Draco... you have very nice legs" Hermione giggled a little but blushed profusely. "I knew you would see things my way... I have one small favor to ask" Draco peered down at Hermione. "Well Draco... I'm kinda tired and I just want to get a quick shower". "Oh ok...well maybe when your done? it will only take a minute"

"Ok, I'll be out in a little" Hermione couldn't believe how attracted she was to Draco... in women's clothes no less! he looked like a fallen angel... alabaster skin and platinum hair... he was so... glamorous where she was not... she felt a sting of envy as she rinsed Draco's top of the line condition from her hair... it smelled so good and made her hair so soft... "maybe I could learn a thing or two from him" she mused to herself while she dried herself off. Reaching for the panties she laid out she couldn't find them... they were nowhere to be found so she slipped her cotton robe over her night gown and moved to the common room.

She spotted Draco sitting by the fire toying with a red bottle of something she couldn't quite make out. "Draco is that what I think it is?" Draco turned his glorious face to her, in the firelight she thought he looked like a silver screen movie star.. with this long blonde tresses..."Yes luv, it is... OPI Red my mind... and I was wondering... if you would help me polish my toes?" Draco looked at her shoulders instead of her eyes not quiet expecting her reaction.

"Oh! ummm ok sure..." Hermione stammered out in embarassment... "if you want... but I'm not very good at it.. I could paint your toes too!" Hermione dropped to her knees next to Draco facing the fire. She kept her legs closely shut because of her lack of panties. "Well I mean the red would look good on you...it's a bit much for me don't you think?" Draco kicked off his stiletto's and extended his two long legs in front of Hermione and propped his elegant feet into her lap. Hermione was getting jittery with such close contact. "Nonesense! it would look great with your complexion" Hermione blushed and took the bottle of polish from Draco. She gently rolled the bottle between her hands so as to not get any air bubbles in it and admired his creamy opalescent skin. "you have such beautiful skin Draco..." thinking to herself how similar yet different he looks from his father. Lucius had great beauty its true, but he was much stalkier than his son... all brawn and muscles, while Draco had long lean contours and curves like a woman. "You know how long I've waited to hear something like that? and how long I've had to hide my true self? what I mean is... thank you"

Hermione's heart swelled, even though she thought she could never have him, she still longed for his attention... much like her situation with Lucius... but it was his sheer cold and calculating nature that kept her from making him hers. "Oh I smudged it a little, hold still..." hermione used her nail to swipe off the excess polish that ever so resembled blood... or passion she thought to herself... I would have called this color passion. The pair chatted about school for a bit while Hermione finished Draco's toes. "All done...how do you like it?" Draco beamed at her. "marvelous darling... now its your turn... hand them over.

"w-what?" she stammered. "it's time to paint your toes to.. don't be shy.. now give them to me!" Hermione carefully placed her toes in front of Draco, making extra sure not to smudge his polish and keep his beautiful roaming eyes from finding out she had no panties on. Draco gently tickled her feet before opening the bottle of polish. Her legs twisted and she giggled while Draco's expert eyes were rewarded with a peek at her downy little core without her ever noticing.

They pair chatted more about what there plans were for after they graduated and to Hermione, Draco's voice sounded just like the old Draco.. the boy Draco who was so confident and even very masculine... she mused to herself. "Granger... is it customary for muggles to not wear underwear? because I see you've opted to go without tonight" Hermione tensed and clenched her legs tighter. "Well you see I would have had a lovely pair of lovely white satin panties if a certain blonde slytherin roomate had not had them on currently"

Draco actually blushed... it was a glorious sight to see the pink hue grace the apples of his velvety cheeks. "I can't be mad I guess... you get points for being so slick" she giggled after that. Draco blew on her toes to get them to dry faster.
Hermione enjoyed the intimate and endearing act.

Hermione never took the time much to pamper herself and enjoyed the attention Draco was giving her. She sometimes felt like Harry or Ron never saw her as a girl... maybe because she never really acted as one. She relaxed and let Draco play with her as if she was a human doll. She layed back with her feet in Draco's lap. "Draco..." she said tentatively. "mmhmm?" he said as he gazed at her pretty little red toes. "Do you think I'm... pretty?"

Draco placed the polish aside and gently placed her feet off his lap. He got up and laid next to her on the plush rug. "Hermione... why would you ask such a silly question?" he propped his head up to get a better look at her and pushed a stray curl from her face. "it's ok if you don't...I just..." she stammered and tried to get up. Draco placed a hand on her stomach and she froze in her tracks. "Hermione...look at me... you are beautiful...your luminesce"

Hermoine's heart ached with joy and pain. She reached up and stroked his platinum hair that felt just like silk... she was surprised this felt so natural to her.. so intimate. Draco's hand slithered from her stomach down to the edge of her night gown and slid between her thighs... without any resistance he traced his fingers over her slit. Hermione was lost in his eyes... that were staring into her soul...he slid a long velvet finger into her folds excruciatingly slow he explored her depths. She opened her legs farther apart for him...never breaking eye contact. A single tear slid down her cheek and confusion spread across her warm brown eyes. Draco stopped, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or take advantage, he withdrew his fingers, brought them to his lips and sucked her juices off his fingers. Hermione knew she belonged to him and only him and felt that she betrayed him already by whoring herself to Lucius. Not wanting to betray him any longer she placed a virginal kiss on his forehead and untangled herself from his limbs and headed for her bedroom.

Draco could still feel the warmth of her on him and the taste of her on his tongue. "what did I do wrong?" He gathered up his red accessories and retreated to his bed alone. In the middle of the night he got up and penned Hermione a letter.

To: my muse
Hermione I didn't want to run you off like that last night. It was never my intention to scare or
pressure you into anything. Please... I value your companionship greater than any other need. Last
night I just wanted to worship you and make you feel as beautiful as you truly are... truce?

love, Draco

Draco slid the note under her bedroom door and went to take a long cold shower.