Move, Countermove

Hermione’s next case took up much of her time over the next week. Draco had to settle for take away lunches in her office of rushed teas, but he was thrilled at her excitement. Seeing her driven over something was a rush for him as well, and he found himself feeling a great deal of pride at her actions.



As a result of being strained for time with her for a week, he was delighted to receive her dinner invitation when her case was settled. She had invited her over to her home and said she was going to cook. Draco couldn’t have asked for a more intimate setting.



He knocked on her door, carrying a bottle of fine Italian wine, dressed semi casually in trousers and a black jumper. Hermione opened the door in a black and red flowered dress with belled sleeves that stopped at her elbows. She had on shiny flip flop heels and the most perfectly manicured toes she had ever seen.



“Draco, thank you for coming.” She said kissing his cheek and returning his hug. “I’m glad you could make it.”



“Did you think I would miss this?” He said, keeping an arm around her.



“I agree, I wouldn’t miss Hermione’s cooking for anything either.” Draco looked up to see who had spoken to him. Ron Weasley was grinning at him with Pansy Parkinson on his arm.



“Hello Ron, Pansy.” He said shaking Ron’s hand and hugging Pansy. “Harry, Ginny.” He greeted the other couple that had just emerged.



“Isn’t this nice, Draco brought us wine.” Hermione’s huge grin was comical. “Everyone relax while Draco and I open this. We’ll be right back.” He followed her in the kitchen and pulled her into an embrace while she giggled.



“Surprise for Draco huh?” He asked. Releasing her, he opened the bottle while she gathered a tray of flutes.



“I suppose, but you hold in your reaction well.” She said as he poured.



“I deal with men who watch my reaction. You could have introduced me to a dead body and gotten the same response.” He left the bottle on the counter, where they could bring it in with dinner.



“You are the type of witness I hate.” She said with a glare. Draco chuckled as they returned to the front room.



Draco also helped her bring dinner to the table and found himself seated directly opposite her. He would have thought that Hermione sat at the head of her table but soon found out that Ginny had received a promotion at the ministry and she was seated at the head, with Harry on the other end.



They spent dinner catching up on various careers and private lives, and Draco was able to find out how fellow Slytherins were doing thanks to Pansy.



They were on the main course and the whole table complimented Hermione’s lasagna. Draco was amazed at how delicious it was and how much more casual this atmosphere was compared to his parents dinner at the manor. He knew that his fathers stuffy manner had something to do with it.



As Ron and Ginny updated the table on their siblings, Draco felt something crawling up his leg. He held still for a moment waiting to see if he cold recognize it and he did. It was Hermione’s foot, tip toeing its way up his leg to his knee.



He looked over at her but she was focusing on Ron. As she took her glass she gave him the smallest wink that he barely saw himself. She was acting as if nothing was happening, but remembered her doing this before. She had a thing for teasing him with her toes.



He tried to focus on Ron and Ginny talking but Hermione’s toes had made their way up thigh. She was relaxed up against the back of her chair, with her arms crossed as Ginny was telling pansy about Bill and Fleur’s new baby.



The arch of her foot rocked back and forth over his now hard cock. Draco knew what she was doing. She was showing him that she also remembered how his body responded. She knew what got him hard, and she knew what teased him.



All of a sudden the feeling vanished and she stood. “I’m going to get desert, I won’t be a moment.”



“I’ll help you.” Draco said rising and following her. The door to the kitchen had barely closed when Draco had her in a heated snog against the counter. She responded in kind, stroking her tongue with hers.



While he plundered her mouth, she reached down and fondled his cock. He was thick and throbbing, aching for her skin on his, and trying to fight through the trousers confinement.



“You’re killing me.” He ground into her mouth.



He gripped her hips and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his shoulder. After a few moments she let her legs drop to the floor and eased away from him. Moving to the cooler she took out the fruit salad and placed it on the counter.



Getting the bowls and forks gave Draco time to slow down his heartbeat but he was still rock hard. Hermione gave him a wink as they took the bowls back to the table. Draco swore the next time he had that woman naked she would not be winking at him dammit!



Desert lightened everyone’s mood and the conversation turned to Hogwarts and the memories formed at the school. Hermione’s foot had returned to its original task and now both feet were massaging his cock. He fought the urge to thrust into her arches. He kept his cool and tried to pretend her was listening to the table conversation. Those damn feet of hers were driving him crazy.



He recalled a day in the room of requirement when she had used her bare feet on his cock. Both of them had been naked and had spent time just touching each other, finding erogenous zones and sweet spots. Somehow though he doubted that particular story would be well received among the others being told tonight.



Dinner ended and as they enjoyed wine in the front room, talking for awhile, Draco forced his erection away thinking of Dumbledore and McGonagall fucking it out on the staff table in the great hall. It worked.



He finally managed to get his body to behave and the evening was wearing down. Ron and Pansy had left through the floo, and Harry was pulling out his broom while Ginny was saying goodbye to Hermione.



It was a few moments they were alone, and Draco was standing just outside the doorframe ready to leave. “You did that to me on purpose didn’t you?” He asked. She knew he was talking about the foot tease under the table. Draco always loved that and she was showing him this time that she remembered his body just as well.



“It seemed only fair that if I had to go through a dinner with my nerves on edge, that you should go through it as well.” She said, reaching out to straighten his cloak clasp.



“My nerves weren’t on edge.” He told her.



‘But your body was.” She leaned in toward him, bracing herself on the doorframe, and kissed him gently. “Move, countermove.” She eased back and closed the door, leaving him to apparate home.