FOREVER FANTASY

Chapter Eight: The Shoot


Derek came around 8:00 a.m. the next morning to pick them up. They went out the back entrance to a bungalow that was situated near the water. When they entered, there was a flurry of activity everywhere, with people setting up the lighting equipment and the props that will be used.

Derek walked over to the nearby table where a man and woman were inspecting a wide range of cameras. “Linc, Jinx, I would like you to meet Hermione, and her guest Draco.”

Linc looked over Hermione who was wearing a short sundress in a deep green colour, her arms bare. “Are you sure your only sixteen, you look more like eighteen or nineteen years old,” he said, smiling as he reached to take her hand in his. “And nice to meet you Draco, hope you enjoy yourselves here, I promise I won’t work her too hard. And Jacqueline here will be assisting me for the next couple of days.”

The woman next to him, nudged him. “The name’s Jinx. You think after eight years, he would get that straight, wouldn’t you?” She smirked.

Jinx was a stunning looking woman. She was about 5\'8\" and slim, with strawberry blonde hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. She was casually dressed in blue jeans and a baggy T-shirt, runners on her feet. Most noticeable, was the impish look on her face, the look of one that likes to get into trouble. She linked her arms through Hermione and Draco’s arms, and led them through to the kitchen where it was turned into an impromptu beauty parlour. She nodded over to the hairstylist who was getting her combs and pins ready. “So, Dumbledore tells me you are two of his brightest students at Hogwarts. Head Boy and Head Girl, quite impressive.”

Hermione glanced over at the hair stylist, as she sat down waiting for her to start in on her hair and makeup.

“Oh, don’t worry about her, she’s also a fellow witch, and a good friend of mine. I’d like to introduce you to Victoria, she will be making you look mysterious and even more tempting,” Jinx said.

Victoria smiled over at Hermione and placed her hand on her shoulder, looking over to Jinx, “What is the first style supposed to be?”

Jinx looked over Hermione, “I think a loose upswept look, with wisps hanging down, with a bit of curl.”

As Victoria started to brush through Hermione’s hair to start the styling process, Jinx linked her arm through Draco’s again and led him to where the shoot will be taking place. “So, you’re a friend of Hermione’s in school?”

Draco looked over at Jinx, and could not help but smile back, “Right now, we’re more like acquaintances. We’ve been enemies for so long, it’s hard to call each other friend.” Draco looked around him, “Why are we in the bedroom? What exactly is she modelling anyway?”

Jinx stopped in her tracks, and looked at him. “You have no idea, do you? I thought someone may have told you.” Draco shook his head. “Well, you’ll have to wait and see. There’s a chair here, and some magazines while you’re waiting,” she mysteriously said, as she went to see how Hermione was doing. Draco grabbed the chair and straddled it, his forearms resting on the back of it.

About an hour later, Jinx led Hermione to stand by the four poster bed. Jinx looked into Hermione’s eyes, “You ready?” At Hermione’s nod of assent, she untied the sash on the robe and slid it off her shoulders.

Draco had been flipping through the magazine, not really finding anything that sparked his interest enough to read through. At the sound of Jinx’s voice, he looked up to see Hermione standing there in a plush pink robe, her hair piled on top of her head showing her slender neck. When Hermione untied her robe and slid it off her shoulders, his mouth went dry and the magazine dropped to the floor forgotten.

Standing by the bed, she stood wearing an emerald green nightgown. It had thin spaghetti straps, with strips of silk running diagonally across, and in between those strips there was a sheer material that matched the colour of the silk. The sheer material showed the swell of one of her breasts, and a glimpse of her navel. The silk pieces managed to keep her most private parts hidden, but it clearly showed that she was completely nude underneath the gown.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling suddenly very warm.

“Looks good there Hermione, now place your hand by your shoulder strap as if you’re going to slip it off your shoulder, then move your hand slowly down your arm . . . good . . . now lean back against the post of the bed and place your arms behind you grabbing it . . . excellent. That’s all I need for this gown, you can change into the next one now Hermione,” Link requested.

Hermione let out her breath that she didn’t realize she was holding, and slipped the pink robe on again. Jinx led her to the other bedroom for the wardrobe change. “You’re doing fine, at this rate you’ll be done in no time.”

Hermione smiled thankfully at Jinx. “Thanks, it was easier that I thought it would be. What was Draco’s reaction?”

Jinx laughed, “Did you hear a magazine drop when you took off the robe?” Hermione nodded. “That was him, he seemed to be a bit uncomfortable in his seat after that,” she playfully added.

Hermione smiled at this, as she changed into the next gown.

Draco was looking forward to the next item that she would come out with, sitting there fantasizing on what that last gown had kept hidden. He felt a presence beside him, as Jinx handed him a bottled water. “I thought you could use something to drink. So what did you think, she was beautiful, wasn’t she?” Jinx asked.

Draco drank deep from his water and nodded absentmindedly, “Very.” Just then Hermione came out wearing a fuchsia coloured satin robe. She was placed in the middle of the room with a full length mirror behind her.

Linc snapped continuously as he called out his instructions. “Now, slowly open the robe and shrug it off your shoulders to slide down your arms . . . slowly . . . maybe move your head down a bit, then look a bit to your right, still looking up.”

Hermione looked to her right, and saw Draco sitting there watching her. She licked her lips and slowly let the robe slide down her arms to stop at her lower arms, leaving the back of the robe to sag down in the middle.

Draco downed his water, as Hermione looked into his eyes, while she slid the robe down. The gown was the same colour as the robe, both draping softly down to touch the floor. But what really got his attention, was the front and back of the gown. The front dipped low, close to the bottom of her rib cage, with thin silk strips that cris-crossed across the opening. The back also dipped low to the base of her spine where two strips cris-crossed across.

“Now turn toward the mirror and hitch up the hem a bit on the one side . . . good . . . okay now . . . how about we take a break for lunch while we get ready for the next set. There’s two or three more to go this afternoon, then we’ll wrap up till tomorrow,” Linc smiled, putting down his camera.

Jinx came over to Hermione to wrap the robe around her shoulders. Hermione looked over to where Draco sat. “Where did he go?”

“Said he’d be right back to have lunch with you. I have a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt you can slip into while we’re eating. There’s a buffet set up on the patio for everybody. I’ll meet you out there,” Jinx said as she led her to her bedroom.

Hermione was helping herself to some salad and soup when she saw Draco walking towards her in a different shirt, and his hair wet. “Sorry, had to step away for a bit. It was a bit warm, so I had a quick shower and changed into this T-shirt,” he said, his face flushed as he looked down to fill his plate.

Hermione couldn’t help smirking, “That’s okay, so what do you think so far. Time sure seems to be going quickly. It was a bit warm in there wasn’t it,” she said cheekily. “Were you surprised?”

“Damn right I was, I wish you had warned me . . . I was shocked, you looked . . . good,”
Draco said.

Draco and Hermione sat with Jinx and Victoria, catching up on Hogwarts and the professors. Before they knew it, it was time to get back to work. Hermione went into the other room to change while Draco sat straddled in his chair as before. ‘I have to just think of something totally not hot to get my mind off it . . . maybe Pansy . . . she usually turns me cold . . . I’ll have to try that,’ Draco thought to himself.

She then came out wearing a black corset and g-string panties. The corset had red flower embroidery running over the front. It was strapless and had inlaid wire around the waist to make her waist seem smaller than it already was. The attached garters on the bottom of the corset hooked to black sheer lace top nylons. One her neck she wore a matching choker and elbow length fingerless gloves on her hands.

Draco was gripping the back of the chair so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He kept repeating Pansy’s name over and over again, and closed his eyes to picture her, trying to get the image of Hermione out of his mind. But he found it didn’t do much good, he closed his eyes and she was still there.

“Move your shoulders back, and bend your leg over the other a bit . . . good . . . now put your left leg on the vanity stool pretending to adjust the tops of the nylons . . . side glance to me seductively,” Linc instructed as his cameras were snapping repeatedly, Jinx close by with the spare cameras.

As Hermione was changing into her next item, Jinx took Linc aside, “Bad news, I’m afraid, the boy who was supposed to model with Hermione is a no show.”

“Damn!” Linc said, as he slapped his leg. “It’s going so good so far too. She’s a natural.”

Jinx smiled, “Yes, she is doing extremely well for her first time. What about her friend there? He looks pretty good, and there’s definitely an attraction there that should look great on camera.”

Linc and Jinx looked over at Draco as he got up to get another bottled water, the muscles in his arms flexed as he sat back down. “You might be right, see if he would agree to it during this last shoot.”

As Hermione came out in her next number, Draco could still not keep his eyes off of her. She came out wearing a matching demi-bra and panty set in teal green colour. It was made out of a nylon spandex which fit her curves perfectly. It had a flowery design throughout the set, with glimpses of skin throughout. The bra was underwired which accented her cleavage all the more. “Lay on the bed, on your side, facing me . . . lean your head on the one hand and slightly bend your leg in . . . good . . . now look this way . . . good . . . now go on your hands and knees and lean in raising your butt a bit so we could see the cut of the panties . . . hug the pillow there . . . ” Linc instructed.

Jinx took this opportunity to grab a chair and sit right in front of Draco, blocking his view of Hermione. Draco tried to look past her, where Jinx moved to counter his move. “Jinx, you are in the way, what do you want?” Draco irritably asked.

Jinx smiled, “Just wanted to get your attention.” She looked behind her while Linc kept instructing Hermione on how to pose. “You like her, right?”

“Yes, I like her. So,” Draco replied while still trying to see past Jinx.

“Would you be willing to do almost anything to help her out?” Jinx asked.

Draco looked at Jinx, finally getting his attention. “Almost. What’s with the questions?”

“Well you see, the guy we had booked for the shoot tomorrow can’t make it. Linc and I were wondering if you would take his place tomorrow,” she replied.

Draco thought about it for a minute, “Depends, there’s nothing lacy, or any thongs involved is there.”

She laughed in relief. “No, nothing that daring. There are boxer shorts involved though. But first we need to know, do you have any tattoos, scars, or deformities we should know about?”

“No, no, and no. On any markings of any kind. And if I agree to do this, I don’t want my name in it. I would never live it down at Hogwarts,” Draco dramatically sighed.

“First of all, there are no names of the models in the magazine, and it is a muggle magazine, so you shouldn’t have to worry about your face being recognized,” she said.

“What’s the name of this magazine anyway?” He asked bemusedly.

Jinx smiled, “Temptation.”

Draco gave an answering smile. “It figures.”

That night was spent each in their own thoughts doing some homework that was given to them from a few of the professors.

Draco put down his book and looked over at Hermione. She was wearing baggy sweats which were rolled up to her knees and a tank top, with what looked like an emerald green bra underneath. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed with about three books layed out in front of her, taking notes as she was reading. Her hair which was upswept all day and was now down in a loose ponytail. “Let’s go for a walk along the beach, it’s a bit warm in here,” Draco said suddenly.

Hermione looked up and smiled in agreement. “Sure, that sounds good, we never did take a look at the beach yet.”

They walked down to the beach walking along at the waters edge kicking the water as they were going. Draco reached out to take her hand in his as they walked on in silence.

After awhile, they decided to call it a night, as it would be a busy day tomorrow. At Hermione’s door, Draco leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and walked away. Hermione touched her cheek, puzzled and frustrated that the kiss wasn’t more. She closed her door and went to bed, visions of a blue-eyed blonde in her thoughts.

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(re-edited Nov. 2/05)