FOREVER FANTASY

Chapter Seven: The Distraction

The next day after classes was spent in the Gryffindor common room talking with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Lavender.

“Why Malfoy of all people?” Hermione voiced her thoughts.

“To spend three days with him, I feel sorry for you. If he tries anything to hurt you, don’t hesitate to hex him or something,” Ron said.

Hermione shook her head at Ron, “I don’t think he’ll try anything, there will be the other witch at the photo shoot too.”

“What’s everyone supposed to know why you two won’t be around for those days?” Harry asked.

“Professor Snape suggested to Dumbledore that as Head Boy and Head Girl that we were going to the Ministry for tours and speeches from the head of some of the departments. Frankly, I was surprised that Professor Snape suggested this,” Hermione said wonderingly.

“Do you know what you will be wearing on the trip there?” Lavender asked.

“And remember you should dress similarly like you were at the club, including the black hair and green eyes,” Ginny added.

“I have a faint idea, I’ll come here to see what you think before I go to Dumbledore’s office,” Hermione distractedly said. “Well, I should go, I need to do a bit of homework before I leave so I’m not behind when I get back. See you tomorrow morning,” she smiled, as she left out the portrait.

Later that night, Draco came into the common area to get a book he was looking for when he noticed Hermione lounging on the couch reading a book. “You should probably be sleeping, it’s probably going to be a long day tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t sleep, thought I would read for a bit. I’ll probably turn in soon,” Hermione said, as she turned back to her book.

A short while later Draco was reading in his room, when he heard a dull thud in the common room. He got up to check out what the noise was. What he saw was Hermione lounged back fast asleep, a book laying to the side where it must have dropped when she fell asleep. He was about to pick up the book, when he heard her moaning deep in her throat. She had shifted in her sleep, causing her one leg to fall off the side of the couch, the blanket following to the floor.

His mouth suddenly went dry as he looked down at her. When she had shifted, her robe opened to reveal her creamy looking skin. She was wearing black lace panties that rode high on her hips, and the top of her robe opened to expose the swell of her breast, but still covered her nipples.

He was reaching his hand out to touch her stomach, when another low moan came from her. He stepped back and just looked at her, his hand lightly brushing the outline of his erection in his pajama bottoms. Her hands slid across her stomach, rubbing back and forth, slowly moving up to her breasts. Her head went back as she slid her hands up to slide over her breast under the robe. The movement opened the robe fully to reveal the full swell of her breast and the hardened nipples. She slid her hands up to cup them, and to squeeze them together. Her left hand slid down to the top of her panties, where she slid her hand down in them, her hand slowly moving as she slid her finger over her clit. She arched her back and bit her bottom lip in passion.

Draco was the hardest that he has ever remembered being. He pulled out his erection where he lightly stroked its length from base to tip, watching Hermione stroke herself while she was asleep. Her right hand was pulling her nipples, which caused her to whimper, her hand moving faster in her panties. Draco could hear how wet she was, when she slid a finger into herself. She was raising her hips, her hand moving faster. Draco was now pumping his erection, his hand moving faster, matching the rhythm of Hermione’s hand. When Hermione let out a moan in release, Draco followed, catching the cum in his hand. She was stirring awake, so Draco retreated quickly into the bathroom to clean himself. When he came out Hermione was not on the couch but had gone to bed.

Hermione woke up the next morning, the dream she had still fresh in her mind. She quickly dressed and threw her school robe over her dress and knocked on Malfoy’s door. “Hey, Malfoy, you awake?”

“Yeah, I’m awake. What do you want?” He answered irritably.

“I’ll meet you at Dumbledore’s office, in a couple of hours, see you there grumpy,” she cheerily said.

Hermione walked quickly over to the Gryffindor portrait where Ginny was waiting for her to bring her inside. Most of the students were in their first class of the morning, as the common room was quiet. Harry, Ron, and Lavender were sitting on the couch looking at her expectantly.

She started pacing in front of them looking anxious, “Are you sure I should be doing this, I mean, what if they change their minds and they don’t like the way I look.”

Ginny got up and stopped Hermione from her pacing “Relax, you will do great. Now what are you wearing, I hope not your school robe,” she jokingly said.

“No, no. I have the dress on underneath. You all have to promise to tell me what you honestly think, I still have time to change,” she said nervously, biting her lip.

She slid off her robe to reveal a burgundy lycra stretch dress that clung to her curves. The neckline was low enough to hint at the top of her breasts, the sleeves were long that were snug and went down to her wrists. The hem of the dress went down to mid-thigh, which showed the nakedness of her thighs. On her feet she wore black suede boots with a three-inch heel. The tops of the boots went above the knees. The material of the boots had a scrunched look that went along the length of them. The overall effect made her legs look even more long and shapely.

Harry and Ron sat there gaping at Hermione. “Well, if that’s any indication, from the look of those two, I’d say you look great,” Ginny grinningly said.

“You do look fantastic Hermione, if you weren’t one of my best friends, I think I would really lust after you,” Ron joked.

“Thanks, now is anything missing. It still doesn’t feel right,” Hermione said.

Lavender got up off the couch and circled Hermione. “The dress looks great, but maybe . . . can I try something?” At Hermione’s nod, she took out her wand and there appeared a gold hoop-linked belt that draped loosely around her waist with the ends dangling a few inches off center in the front. “Now a touch of gold around her neck maybe,” Lavender added.

Hermione’s face lit up. “Wait I have just the thing, ‘accio necklace’.” A few seconds later a gold necklace came through the window and into Hermione’s hand. She looked over to Harry with a look of sadness, “My father left me with this before he died, Harry could you help me with the clasp please.”

Harry got up and placed the necklace around her neck and hugged her from behind. “He would have been proud of you, you know. I didn’t know him, but I know we are all proud of you and rooting for you. Just remember, when you’re a big time model to remember the little people like us, huh,” Harry said smiling.

Hermione clasped her hands around Harry’s arms and she felt truly blessed to have friends like she has. “Now, what do I wear for a jacket?”

Lavender went up to her room, and brought down a black blazer and handed it over to Hermione. She looked it over and shook her head, she made the length of the jacket to go down to about mid-calf. The back she tailored in, to hug her upper body a bit more. “There, much better, what do you think guys?” Lavender asked.

They all nodded in unison, all liking the overall look. Hermione looked at the time. “Oh dear, I’ve got to run, they’re probably waiting for me. Wish me luck,” she said as she quickly went out the door.

“Do you think she’ll remember about the hair and the eyes?” Ginny asked.

Hermione burst through Dumbledore’s office holding her jacket closed, her overnight bag slug over her shoulder. “Sorry about that, just saying goodbye to a few people.”

“God, you’ll be gone for three measly days, they could live without you for that amount of time Granger,” Draco sneered.

“Just because . . . ” Hermione was struck speechless when she looked over to Draco. He was wearing a pair of very snug muggle black jeans, and a dark grey dress shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. His hair hung loosely at the sides of his face just barely touching his shoulders. She looked down and noticed he was wearing black leather dress boots, and to top all that off, a short black leather jacket.

Draco looked down at himself, hoping that the effects of her looking at him like that, were not showing. “What, do I pass your inspection?”

“Uh, yeah, you look good,” Hermione said.

Dumbledore noticed the attraction that was starting to develop between them. “Yes, yes you both look quite presentable. Now remember to apparate just outside of the Hogwarts gates and appear at the secluded section that is designated for you to appear. And if any problems arise, Jinx will owl us immediately.”

“Sounds good, how are we getting back?” Hermione asked.

“Jinx will be making the arrangements over there, I imagine you might use a port-key to get back here,” Dumbledore replied.

“Well, lets go and get this over with,” Draco drawled.

They turned to leave when Dumbledore cleared his throat to get their attention. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Miss Granger?” He asked his eyes twinkling.

“I don’t think so? I think I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” Hermione said.

“Come here a moment,” he said. Hermione stepped in front of him where he then proceeded to touch his wand to her head and eyes.

Before Draco’s eyes, Hermione’s hair grew a couple of inches longer and was full and soft looking, and the colour of midnight. She opened her eyes to reveal the deepest shade of green that he has ever seen. ‘God, she’s beautiful,\' he thought to himself.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore with a question in her eyes. “Thanks, I almost forgot How did you know though?”

“I have my ways,” he mysteriously said. “Now off you go before you miss your flight.”

They both apparated to a utility closet at the airport with no observers. They were just announcing their flight, so they were just in time. They boarded the plane and found their seats, which happened to be in the back row. Draco slid in first, while Hermione took off her coat to put in the overhead compartment.

Draco looked over while she was stretching to put the jacket up, and gazed at her with surprise. The dress was a deep maroon colour that clung to her curves. The length was the shortest he has ever seen her wear. If he hadn’t seen the transformation himself that was done to her eyes and hair, he would not have believed that this was the same Hermione Granger that he had tormented for so long.

She sat down and buckled the seat belt around her hips. The hem of her dress inched its way up her thigh, so that he could see a fair amount of thigh. She looked over and noticed him staring at her legs. “You should buckle up, we’ll be taking off soon,” she smiled to him.

Draco buckled up as the plane was taxing for take off. As the plane’s nose was inclining up, he grabbed the armrests of the seat and closed his eyes.

Hermione saw this and saw that he actually looked afraid. She put her hand over his until he looked at her. “You’ve never been on a plane before, have you?” She asked.

“No, and frankly, so far, I don’t like it,” Draco growled.

Hermione laced her fingers through his and looked him in the eye, “Relax, this is normal, once we’re in the air, the plane will level off, and it will be smooth flying.”

“Easy for you to say, whatever made me agree to this. Give me my broom any day,” he said.

Hermione chuckled to herself, then leaned over to turn his head to hers where she kissed him lightly on the mouth. She lightly ran her tongue along his bottom lip and placed her hand on his leg. Draco deepened the kiss as his hand threaded their way into the silky mass of her hair. She kissed the corner of his mouth and withdrew back, noticing the deepened blue colour of his eyes.

“What on earth was that for?” He asked with a quaver to his voice.

“To get your mind off the take off, as you can feel, we are levelled off now. Take a look out your window to see,” Hermione huskily said.

Draco looked out the window, not really noticing the white cottony looking clouds that they were flying over, trying to control his rising emotions. If he was in a more private place, he doubted they would have stopped there. His leg still felt the imprint of her hand. He rubbed the spot and grabbed a nearby magazine to hide his arousal that the kiss had given him.

The next hour or so, was spent reading the books that they had brought with them. Draco put down his book, as he couldn’t concentrate. He looked over at Hermione, really noticing the creamy complexion of her face, and her full lips that he wanted to devour at this very moment.

Hermione felt his eyes on her and grew warm. As she couldn’t concentrate, she put down her book and looked at him, “Did you want to talk about something?”

Draco’s thoughts were not on talking, but on what else she could be doing with those lips and mouth. “Sure, what about?” He answered, with a shrug.

“I don’t know. We could play twenty questions, each taking turns asking each other questions. After all we don’t really know that much about each other considering we’re sharing the same dormitory for the next year,” Hermione said.

Draco shrugged again, “Sure, why not, you first”

“What’s your favourite colour?” She asked.

Draco thinking that the questions would be tougher, chuckled, “Is that what you wanted to really ask me?”

Hermione smiled, liking his laugh, “Sure, it’s only the first question after all.”

“Okay, I like the colour burgundy, which I must say looks very good on you,” he said.

Hermione blushed. “Okay, your turn to ask me something.”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Blue and teal green.”

“What’s your favourite sport?”

“Quidditch of course,” he answered with a smirk. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“I like to swim and work out with the weights . . . it makes me feel good,” she answered.

“It pays off, you do look very shagadelic,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione laughed, “Thanks, I think. Who do you feel are your closest friends?”

He thought about this question. “Although you probably think they are Crabbe and Goyle, they’re not. When my father was still alive and was in league with Voldermort, their parents were on them to tag after me, learn what they could from me, as they believed that I was destined to be a death-eater. No, I would probably say it would be Blaise. He takes me as I am, and I him. We don’t have to pretend to be someone else or try to impress one another.” He’s never really talked to anyone about this, and it was surprisingly easy to talk to her, he thought.

“Sorry about your father, were you close?” She asked

“No, he treated me like shit. Verbal and physical abuse was a common occurrence for my mother and myself. No, I’m not sorry the son-of-a-bitch is dead, and I know that you aren’t really either. He was pure evil.” He mentally shrugged it off. “Hey, that was two questions for you, my turn.” He thought for a bit, “You said before that your father was a wizard, I thought both of your parents were muggles.”

Hermione thought if she should answer that, “You know, I’m still not too impressed with you about that day. But anyway, yes, my father was a wizard. My mother had married him and led a happy married life for a couple of years. He died when I was very young. My mum later met my stepfather a year later, where we are to this day, a very close knit family.”

“Who was your real father?” He asked.

Hermione looked over at him noticing no sly contempt in his look. “You have to promise me not to tell anyone. It’s not common knowledge to a lot of people. Oh, I imagine it will be someday . . . ”

“Hermione, who was it, you got me really curious now. And I positively promise not to tell a soul,” he coaxed.

“His name was Nicholis Potter,” she said, waiting for the realization to hit.

“As in Harry Potter, are you his sister or something?” Draco asked, having no idea the actual relationship between the two.

“No, actually we are cousins, Nicholis was James’s younger brother,” she laughed.

Draco laughed along with her, “No wonder you called me demented in potions class that day, that is a rather sick thought, isn’t it?”

The airline pilot then announced that they would be making their descent momentarily. Draco looked over at Hermione, “So, would you like to distract me again?” He said wiggling his eyebrows comically.

Hermione laughed, “No, but I could tell you what I dreamed about last night.

Draco swallowed, remembering last night, watching her bring herself to orgasm in her sleep. She leaned over close to his ear, so she wouldn’t be overheard. “We were patrolling the dungeons when you all of a sudden pulled me into a deserted classroom. You were behind me, where you pulled my hips against the hardness staining against your pants. You slowly began to lick and nibble the back of my neck while your hands were unbuttoning my blouse. You reached in front, and slipped you hand in my bra where you then squeezed my hardened nipple between your fingers.” She paused and put her hand on his thigh again, and leaned in closer where he could feel her lips grazing his ear. “I then reached behind me to caress your erection that was outlined against your pants. Your hand moved tantalizing slow down to the hem of my skirt where you inched it up to find no barrier, as I was wearing no panties. You reached down to softly caress my downy hair, to delve deeper down to the dampness of my arousal.” Hermione’s hand had slid higher as she was whispering in his ear, her knuckles grazing his crotch, her not being aware that she was doing it.

Draco grabbed her hand and held it still on his leg and kissed her hard, till her lips felt bruised. “Maybe we should stop, before I embarrass myself,” he said breathlessly.

Hermione chuckled to herself and sat back, “Uh, yeah, that’s probably a very good idea.” She leaned over him to look out the window, her breasts touching him. He gritted his teeth. “And it looks like we have landed, and are approaching the terminal,” she added.

When the plane came to a complete stop, they let the front passengers exit first. Hermione stood up and tugged down the hem of her dress and reached for her bag and jacket. Draco was enjoying the view, especially before she tugged down her skirt. She slung her bag over the one shoulder and carried her jacket over the other arm, as it would be warm when they exited the plane.

As they were going through the terminal to the departure gate, Draco noticed the sway of her hips, as did a lot of the other male population in the airport. He walked a bit closer to her and glowered to any guys who might have even considered approaching Hermione.

A tall blonde haired guy came up and approached Hermione with a smile, and grasped her hand in his. “Hermione, you look fantastic, I didn’t really have any doubts that you wouldn’t though.”

Draco noticed the guy didn’t immediately let go of her hand. She smiled at him, then looked over to Draco. “Derek, I would like to introduce a friend of mine from school, Draco Malfoy.”

Derek stepped up and shook hands with Draco, noticing his other hand near the small of Hermione’s back. ‘So that’s the way of it,’ he thought to himself. “How do you do, Draco, hope you had a good flight? Come, the limousine is waiting out front to take us to the resort,” Derek said as he led the way out.

When they reached the resort, they were shown to their separate rooms where they dropped off their bags to meet Derek for dinner. Hermione sat down in the restaurant, looking around her, noticing the tropical plants and flowers growing along the edges of the large bay windows that over looked the ocean. In the restaurant there was a small waterfall in the middle that cascaded into a small crystal clear pond, the tables surrounding it. The tables where the Diners sat, were made out of a clear glass and had cushioned back chairs that were very comfortable. She crossed her legs, looking through the menu.

Draco glanced to his right, and noticed her skirt rise up high on her thigh. He mentally shook himself and looked through the menu.

After they ordered their meal, Derek asked Draco how the flight was. Draco looked over to Hermione with a smirk on his face, “It was very memorable. It happened to be my first time on a plane, and found it quite ‘uplifting’.”

Derek nodded and looked back to Hermione, “So, are you ready for this?” At Hermione’s nod he said, “Shooting starts tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.. There will be two days of shooting where you’ll have the third day to enjoy yourselves before Jinx gets you back home. The photographer’s name is Lincoln Burnett, but likes to go by the name of Linc. He’s quite a friendly guy. He’ll put you at ease, no problem.”

“When does the magazine come out on stands?” Hermione asked.

“It comes out a month before Christmas. We’ll be sending you a copy about two weeks prior before it hits the stands,” Derek said, as he moved his drink out of the way to make room for their meal that had arrived.

During the meal Derek asked, “So what are two majoring in, in school?”

Hermione looked over to Draco, where he raised his eyebrow. “We both are specializing in science and chemistry, very interesting, isn’t it Draco?”

Draco smiled at the play of words that Hermione had answered with, “Very interesting, oh, and don’t forget astrology too.”

Hermione smiled in answer.

The rest of the meal, and the after dinner coffee, was spent talking about inconsequential topics. Derek looked at his watch, “Well, I think we should call it a night. I’ll be by to pick you up in the morning, and show you where the shoot will take place, then leave you at it.”

They both said goodbye to Derek and went up to their rooms. Their rooms were right next to each others, where they shared a balcony. As Draco said goodnight to Hermione, he realized that he never did find out what she was going to be modelling in the next couple of days.

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(re-edited Nov. 2/05)