Dream

Ch. 6
“How are you getting home?” He asked suddenly.
“What? I’m sorry, my mind kind of wandered there for a minute. What did you want to say?”
“How. Are. You. Getting. Home?”
“Well, considering the fact that I live a few miles from the ministry, and I do have my wand with me, I could walk, or I could apparate, or I could borrow a company broom…there are lots of options. But, I think I will walk”
“No. I will not allow you to walk. Who knows what could happen. You will ride with me. And you will come to dinner with me as well.”
“I don’t think that is possible and I don’t want to impose upon what you have to do.”
“Why not, have a hot date?”
“No, I was just going to do some research for tomorrow and try to get some sleep. I have been having weird dreams lately.”
“Well, you can come with me and we can finish up the research together. Who says you can’t eat a nice dinner and catch up on work every now and then? Besides, you will be dining with me, and you won’t get an invitation like this just anytime…”
“OH, all right. I’ll go if it will get you to shut up!”
“Good. We will go by your flat to get you something suitable to wear for an evening out. My chauffer will be waiting for us at the front of the phone booth.”

Hermione didn’t know how she got in this position. She hadn’t had a man in her flat for years, much less than having a full out sexy man sitting on her bed.
She put on something that she knew he would immediately disagree with just to get a rise out of him. He was completely irresistible when he was annoyed. Pulling on the baggy pants, she walked out of the bathroom for her inspection.
“You’re not wearing that are you?” He said as he immediately began to search her closet for something that would make her look more like a female, and a good looking one at that.
After about five minutes, he hit pay dirt. “Put this on.” He handed her some slinky little black dress that she had worn as a Halloween costume a few years back. She and a few of her school chums dressed as the Weird Sisters for a costume contest.
“I can’t wear this. It was a Halloween costume from my University days. I’m not even sure it will still fit.”
“You can and will wear that dress. I know it will look fine, and with my knack for this kind of thing, it will fit perfectly. Plus, if you are to be seen with me, I want to at least make you look like you belong with me. I can’t have my reputation ruined, can I?”
She should have taken his head off with that last comment, but with nothing else available to wear to one of the finest restaurants in the wizarding world, she begrudgingly slipped the dress over her head and put on her favorite high heels. She decided that it didn’t look as bad as she thought it would.
It fit her a little tighter than she would have preferred, but she was in great shape, thanks to that Pilates tape that Ginny gave her last Christmas. It even helped to tame her supposed problem area: her breasts.
Putting on a little lipstick and eye shadow, she prepared herself for the intense inspection that Draco would be bound to give her.

He was lying on the bed, studying an old Daily Prophet, and looking extremely bored. It wasn’t as if she took hours to get ready, but it apparently didn’t matter to him. He could look politely bored during the most inopportune moments.
She politely cleared her throat to gain his attention.
As he glanced up, his breath was taken away. Replaced was the “thing” in the stained work robe. In its place was a stunning woman that was incomparable with anyone he had ever seen in his life.
The dress he had chosen for her hugged her curves in a way that almost made him jealous. The black emphasized her slim waist while provocatively hugging her breasts in a most appealing manor. She wore some type of high heeled shoes that looked like they could be implements of torture, but it made her seem unattainably sexy.
He could feel the effect she had on him through his trousers, and he hoped that she would be naïve to that fact.
All he could manage to say was “Let’s go.”

She was somewhat put out with his reaction, not knowing whether to scream in anger or run off crying. She hardly ever dressed up for anyone in her life, but he was someone completely different.
He escorted her out of her flat and to the waiting limo, making her feel like a foreign princess in a new country.
“Where are we going to eat? I am starved.” She couldn’t remember when or if she had eaten that day.
“It’s just a little place that I have found through my dealings.”
The chauffer pulled up to the curb of Vida, an intimate little Italian restaurant. It was run by Witches, but it was a favorite dining spot for Muggles as well. As soon as Draco walked into the door, he was bombarded by waiters taking care of his every need. They were immediately given a booth that was previously occupied. The Muggles who were sitting there were a bit confused, but accepted the reason that the owner’s Niece (Hermione seemed to fit the bill) and her husband wanted to dine there. She was more than willing to use that story, as long as she got something to eat.
They were soon in the back corner booth, apparently designed for comfort, privacy, and intimacy. Sitting very close together, she received a tiny little electric shock each time he brushed against her.
While they dined on oysters, the Muggle waiters were snickering and saying something about aphrodisiacs. With a quaint atmosphere pervading every corner of the restaurant, she couldn’t be sure if the oysters would work or not.
She quickly decided that she needed a drink, and quick.