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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
24,478
Reviews:
168
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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5. Appetizers
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CHAPTER FIVE
Hermione stepped out of the Salon feeling absolutely revived, almost as if she were reborn. She had had a manicure, pedicure, a facial and even had her hair done. It was almost 2:00 by the time she was done and headed back to the B&B to get ready for her evening with Draco. A smile formed on her lips when she thought of him. Those gymnasts in her stomach were doing back flips as soon as she pictured him in that towel. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she shook her head and headed up to her room to get ready.
~*~
It was 3:45 and Hermione was slipping into her sling back heels. Smoothing her dress with her hands she appraised her new look in the mirror. ‘Draco won’t know what hit him’ she thought.
Grabbing her clutch she headed out of the door and bounced down the steps. Checking in at the front desk to be sure there were no messages she stepped into the bright afternoon sunshine and headed for the restaurant.
She pulled the door open to the restaurant. It was quite dark in here. Candles were scattered throughout the restaurant giving it a romantic glow. She told the maitre’ de that she was meeting a gentlemen and he guided her to the back corner where a cozy booth with a crème colored linen tablecloth adorned with a small candle and a vase with a single red rose awaited her.
To her disappointment, no one was sitting there.
She thanked the man and sat down at the table, taking deep breaths to keep her calm. The waiter arrived and took her drink order.
“A glass of Chardonnay please” she told him.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
Hermione sat with her hands wrapped around her empty wine glass, huffing the small curly strand of hair that fell into her eyes. Draco had still not shown up.
Her eyes darted to the door every time the sunlight spilled across the walls signaling a new arrival.
The waiter refilled her glass as she tried to calm her tapping fingers and foot.
After downing the glass, she sighed and grabbed her clutch. Standing to leave she bumped into something quiet firm and warm.
“You aren’t leaving are you?” came a deep, sexual growl in her ear.
Slowly turning her head, she looked up into those grey eyes, they were almost silver with intensity.
“I thought maybe you had changed your mind, or realized that this was a mis” she was cut off abruptly by his strong lips. Giving into him she nearly moaned at the contact. This morning’s kiss had nothing on this one. Feeling herself melting under his ministrations she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. His arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer to him.
“Ahem, may I get you something to drink sir?” the waiter asked Draco.
“Yes, bring me your best bottle of champagne, tonight is a night for celebration” Draco told the waiter, never taking his hands off Hermione’s body.
“And you, you look absolutely stunning” Draco took a step back, holding her arms out to her sides and roamed her body with his eyes. She had spiked sling back silver stilettos, black stockings, an emerald green dress that hugged her waist and dipped dangerously low between her breasts, giving the slightest hint of something lacy hiding beneath. Her hair was pulled up, letting a few ringlets graze her neckline and frame her beautiful face. Her face was angelic, a soft glow about her. Her eyes, he couldn’t take his gaze off her eyes. They held so much emotion. Happiness, lust and even a bit of insecurity.
“Please, sit”
Hermione sat back down into the booth, her blood rushing through her veins in excitement. Draco sat opposite her, looking at her with those gorgeous eyes, she could get lost in them so easily. He wore a casual white button up shirt and dark green khaki pants. He looked … delicious. The thought drove her excitement straight down to her core, feeling herself getting wet. ‘Gods, calm yourself Hermione, you can’t have him right here, be patient’
“So, you mentioned something about celebrating. What’s going on?” She asked, breaking the staring contest between the two.
“Well, I just made a deal of a lifetime. By closing time tomorrow, I may never have to work again.” Draco looked into her eyes again, searching for something.
“Wow, that is worth celebrating. Congratulations!” Hermione held up her wine glass to him.
Draco reached across the table and pulled her glass from her hand and placed it on the table, sliding ever so gracefully around the booth, sidling up next to her.
“Thank you” He whispered before taking her lips in a soft, sensual kiss.
Just then the waiter appeared before them with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne. He placed two glasses on the table, popped the cork and poured the amber liquid into the glasses, placed it back in the bucket and asked if they were ready to order.
“Not yet, thank you, we’ll need more time” Draco told the waiter. He nodded and left them in peace. Draco picked up the glasses and handed one to Hermione.
“To tonight” He toasted.
“Tonight” she whispered as she brought the cool bubbly to her lips, never taking her eyes off of him.
“Are you hungry?” He asked her, his hand coming up to trace small patterns on her shoulder.
‘YES!, but not for food’ her brain screamed at his assault on her senses. Just his touch was sending electric bolts through her body and ending between her legs. Not trusting herself to speak she nodded her head ever so slightly.
“Good, I feel you’ll need your nourishment, for the things I plan to do to you tonight are quiet taxing” he murmured into her ear before taking her lobe in his mouth and gently sucking.
Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. ‘If he doesn’t stop this I’m going to jump him right here and now on this very table, not caring what anyone thinks’. Excitement filled her body as her heart nearly pounded out of her chest.
“Mmm, you smell so…intoxicating” He whispered in her ear before licking her jaw bone and down her neck.
“Draco...” Hermione gasped, “you really have to…unh…stop that” She closed her thighs tightly, trying to quench the wetness now pooling beneath her. “if you want to eat” she finally finished with closed eyes.
“Yes, but what I want isn’t on the menu” his hand trailed down her arm moving agonizingly slow across her lap and down to her knee. Gently sliding up her thigh pulling the sleek material with it. Resting ever so gently on the inside of her thigh, his fingers traced small circles.
Hermione couldn’t take it much longer, she wanted him so badly. Her senses were screaming for release from this torturous game he was playing.
With every ounce of energy she had in herself, she pulled his hand away from his teasing motions.
“Draco, if you don’t stop right now, we’ll wind up making a VERY public scene that could definitely get us thrown out of here” Hermione nearly giggled at the look of disappointment on his face. You’d think she just stole an ice cream from a 6yr old little boy. Deciding she’d make it up to him, she placed her own hand on his thigh, caressing and squeezing her way up until she found his hard shaft. Giving him a good firm grasp she leaned in and whispered “if you behave yourself throughout dinner, I promise you’ll be rewarded for being a good and patient boy” she teased.
“Granger, you’re driving me insane.” He grunted, arching his hips into her hand, “But I’ll do my best to be a good boy. I don’t want to miss out on any special treats later.” He winked at her and slid back into his seat across from her.
Soon after ordering they had completely finished the bottle of champagne. Both laughing happily, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. Finding out little details here and there, like’s and dislikes. Soon the conversation turned naughty but neither cared for they both had a slight buzz from the champagne.
“Top or bottom?” he asked.
“Top, I like taking control” she smiled wickedly at him.
“Mmm,” he grinned at her, “most exotic place you’ve ever had sex?”
Blushing furiously she answered “not very exotic, but…in a park, on a bench”
“ooh, do tell” he probed.
“Shall I bring you more champagne?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere.
“No thank you, but would you kindly check on our meal please, we have an appointment to attend to” Draco told the man.
“yes sir” and scurried off.
“Where is it we are going?” Hermione questioned him.
“Someplace we can be alone, someplace I can ravage your delectable body without prying eyes, a place where I can make you scream my name as I make you come undone for me” he took on a serious look. Before Hermione could say anything the waiter showed up with their food.
“Enjoy your meal”
~*~
A/N:
I'm furiously working on the next chapter, it's taking control and has a mind of it's own, so I'm just gonna go with it.
Pretty Please stop in to Review. After so many hits and so little reviews I'm not sure if I should continue or not??? I certainly don't want to bore you out of my story.
Gryffindorclutz, sheedy, Lady Ryu, dracoloveualways, wicraven, Pickles87, miahdrake, Clare1984, paigeey07, Georgia Rossi, Sophiefaux
You keep me going with your kind words.
I hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER FIVE
Hermione stepped out of the Salon feeling absolutely revived, almost as if she were reborn. She had had a manicure, pedicure, a facial and even had her hair done. It was almost 2:00 by the time she was done and headed back to the B&B to get ready for her evening with Draco. A smile formed on her lips when she thought of him. Those gymnasts in her stomach were doing back flips as soon as she pictured him in that towel. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she shook her head and headed up to her room to get ready.
~*~
It was 3:45 and Hermione was slipping into her sling back heels. Smoothing her dress with her hands she appraised her new look in the mirror. ‘Draco won’t know what hit him’ she thought.
Grabbing her clutch she headed out of the door and bounced down the steps. Checking in at the front desk to be sure there were no messages she stepped into the bright afternoon sunshine and headed for the restaurant.
She pulled the door open to the restaurant. It was quite dark in here. Candles were scattered throughout the restaurant giving it a romantic glow. She told the maitre’ de that she was meeting a gentlemen and he guided her to the back corner where a cozy booth with a crème colored linen tablecloth adorned with a small candle and a vase with a single red rose awaited her.
To her disappointment, no one was sitting there.
She thanked the man and sat down at the table, taking deep breaths to keep her calm. The waiter arrived and took her drink order.
“A glass of Chardonnay please” she told him.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
Hermione sat with her hands wrapped around her empty wine glass, huffing the small curly strand of hair that fell into her eyes. Draco had still not shown up.
Her eyes darted to the door every time the sunlight spilled across the walls signaling a new arrival.
The waiter refilled her glass as she tried to calm her tapping fingers and foot.
After downing the glass, she sighed and grabbed her clutch. Standing to leave she bumped into something quiet firm and warm.
“You aren’t leaving are you?” came a deep, sexual growl in her ear.
Slowly turning her head, she looked up into those grey eyes, they were almost silver with intensity.
“I thought maybe you had changed your mind, or realized that this was a mis” she was cut off abruptly by his strong lips. Giving into him she nearly moaned at the contact. This morning’s kiss had nothing on this one. Feeling herself melting under his ministrations she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. His arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer to him.
“Ahem, may I get you something to drink sir?” the waiter asked Draco.
“Yes, bring me your best bottle of champagne, tonight is a night for celebration” Draco told the waiter, never taking his hands off Hermione’s body.
“And you, you look absolutely stunning” Draco took a step back, holding her arms out to her sides and roamed her body with his eyes. She had spiked sling back silver stilettos, black stockings, an emerald green dress that hugged her waist and dipped dangerously low between her breasts, giving the slightest hint of something lacy hiding beneath. Her hair was pulled up, letting a few ringlets graze her neckline and frame her beautiful face. Her face was angelic, a soft glow about her. Her eyes, he couldn’t take his gaze off her eyes. They held so much emotion. Happiness, lust and even a bit of insecurity.
“Please, sit”
Hermione sat back down into the booth, her blood rushing through her veins in excitement. Draco sat opposite her, looking at her with those gorgeous eyes, she could get lost in them so easily. He wore a casual white button up shirt and dark green khaki pants. He looked … delicious. The thought drove her excitement straight down to her core, feeling herself getting wet. ‘Gods, calm yourself Hermione, you can’t have him right here, be patient’
“So, you mentioned something about celebrating. What’s going on?” She asked, breaking the staring contest between the two.
“Well, I just made a deal of a lifetime. By closing time tomorrow, I may never have to work again.” Draco looked into her eyes again, searching for something.
“Wow, that is worth celebrating. Congratulations!” Hermione held up her wine glass to him.
Draco reached across the table and pulled her glass from her hand and placed it on the table, sliding ever so gracefully around the booth, sidling up next to her.
“Thank you” He whispered before taking her lips in a soft, sensual kiss.
Just then the waiter appeared before them with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne. He placed two glasses on the table, popped the cork and poured the amber liquid into the glasses, placed it back in the bucket and asked if they were ready to order.
“Not yet, thank you, we’ll need more time” Draco told the waiter. He nodded and left them in peace. Draco picked up the glasses and handed one to Hermione.
“To tonight” He toasted.
“Tonight” she whispered as she brought the cool bubbly to her lips, never taking her eyes off of him.
“Are you hungry?” He asked her, his hand coming up to trace small patterns on her shoulder.
‘YES!, but not for food’ her brain screamed at his assault on her senses. Just his touch was sending electric bolts through her body and ending between her legs. Not trusting herself to speak she nodded her head ever so slightly.
“Good, I feel you’ll need your nourishment, for the things I plan to do to you tonight are quiet taxing” he murmured into her ear before taking her lobe in his mouth and gently sucking.
Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. ‘If he doesn’t stop this I’m going to jump him right here and now on this very table, not caring what anyone thinks’. Excitement filled her body as her heart nearly pounded out of her chest.
“Mmm, you smell so…intoxicating” He whispered in her ear before licking her jaw bone and down her neck.
“Draco...” Hermione gasped, “you really have to…unh…stop that” She closed her thighs tightly, trying to quench the wetness now pooling beneath her. “if you want to eat” she finally finished with closed eyes.
“Yes, but what I want isn’t on the menu” his hand trailed down her arm moving agonizingly slow across her lap and down to her knee. Gently sliding up her thigh pulling the sleek material with it. Resting ever so gently on the inside of her thigh, his fingers traced small circles.
Hermione couldn’t take it much longer, she wanted him so badly. Her senses were screaming for release from this torturous game he was playing.
With every ounce of energy she had in herself, she pulled his hand away from his teasing motions.
“Draco, if you don’t stop right now, we’ll wind up making a VERY public scene that could definitely get us thrown out of here” Hermione nearly giggled at the look of disappointment on his face. You’d think she just stole an ice cream from a 6yr old little boy. Deciding she’d make it up to him, she placed her own hand on his thigh, caressing and squeezing her way up until she found his hard shaft. Giving him a good firm grasp she leaned in and whispered “if you behave yourself throughout dinner, I promise you’ll be rewarded for being a good and patient boy” she teased.
“Granger, you’re driving me insane.” He grunted, arching his hips into her hand, “But I’ll do my best to be a good boy. I don’t want to miss out on any special treats later.” He winked at her and slid back into his seat across from her.
Soon after ordering they had completely finished the bottle of champagne. Both laughing happily, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. Finding out little details here and there, like’s and dislikes. Soon the conversation turned naughty but neither cared for they both had a slight buzz from the champagne.
“Top or bottom?” he asked.
“Top, I like taking control” she smiled wickedly at him.
“Mmm,” he grinned at her, “most exotic place you’ve ever had sex?”
Blushing furiously she answered “not very exotic, but…in a park, on a bench”
“ooh, do tell” he probed.
“Shall I bring you more champagne?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere.
“No thank you, but would you kindly check on our meal please, we have an appointment to attend to” Draco told the man.
“yes sir” and scurried off.
“Where is it we are going?” Hermione questioned him.
“Someplace we can be alone, someplace I can ravage your delectable body without prying eyes, a place where I can make you scream my name as I make you come undone for me” he took on a serious look. Before Hermione could say anything the waiter showed up with their food.
“Enjoy your meal”
~*~
A/N:
I'm furiously working on the next chapter, it's taking control and has a mind of it's own, so I'm just gonna go with it.
Pretty Please stop in to Review. After so many hits and so little reviews I'm not sure if I should continue or not??? I certainly don't want to bore you out of my story.