Chap. 18 Their Room
September 11
After that day, the tour of Beauxbatons, Hermione and Draco went back to the hotel. Madame Maxine had told them that they should come back to set up their room on the 11th, a week before school started. That way they could get situated and comfortable. Hermione and Draco were told that they could figure out what room they wanted on the 11th. They were hoping for a nice room. And Draco was hoping for a nice, big bed.
'Draco! Hurry, can't you just throw gel in your hair and leave?' Hermione asked, yelling through the closed bathroom door.
'Hermione, i'm almost done!' He cried back.
He was in the hotel bathroom, focusing in on the mirror, replenshing his hair with clear gel.
'Baby! I am a girl and I take like two seconds.' Hermione sighed.
'You use magic!' Draco yelled back.
'Why can't you!'
'This is an art, what i'm doing. I can't just say a spell and give a swish of a wand to perfect this!'
Hermione laughed to herself. She walked over to a large stuffed chair and threw herself onto it waiting for her metro-sexual husband.
After about 10 more minutes Draco emerged.
'Alright, how's it look?' Draco asked pointing to his perfectly styled hair-do.
'Not a hair out of place, as usual.' Hermione smiled.
Draco kissed Hermione and then they set their bags in a pile.
'Apparendo Beauxbatons.' Draco muttered, pointing his wand at the luggage. Instantly, the luggage disappeared.
'Alright, let's go check-out.' Hermione siad.
The couple left their room and went down to the lobby where they checked out and left.
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An hour later they walked into Beauxbatons. A little male house elf greeted them.
'Bonjour Monsieur and Mademoiselle Malfoy! Madame Maxine told me to tell you that you may go to floor three. There are three open bedrooms there for you to choose one.'
'Thank you, Mopkin.' Hermione smiled.
Draco looked at her suspiciously.
'How did you know that house elf?' He asked.
'Last time we were here I asked Olympe for a pictured list of all the house elves. I learned their face and names last week when I was sitting around the hotel room.' Hermione smiled.
Draco laughed and shook his head.
'Perfect, friendly Hermione Granger. You are never going to change are you?'
'I did so change.' Hermione said as a matter-of-factly.
'How?'
'I am no longer Granger.'
'Alas, you are correct, and I am so happy for that change.' He said brushing up to her, squeezing her ass and nuzzling her ear.
Hermione giggled and slid his hands down.
'Can't this wait until we go pick out a room?' Hermione asked.
Draco grinned.
'You mean--?'
Hermione smiled.
'C'mon, let's go find a room...and get situated.'
Draco and Hermione walked up the stairs, to find the third floor.
There was another little house elf walking down the corridor carrying some books.
'Excuse me, Poppy?' Hermione asked.
The little girl house elf turned.
'Did the mademoiselle ask for me?' Poppy asked.
'Yes, do you know which room are the vacant three?' Hermione asked.
'Yes, the one vith the green signs hanging on the door handles.' Poppy grinned.
'Thanks.'
Hermione and Draco walked down the hall and found the three rooms. The first room was blue, but it had two separate beds so Draco said NO and slammed the door closed. The second door was yellow.
'No.' Draco said as he walked into the room, then he turned on his heel and left that one too.
'I liked that one! It was so happy and bright!' Hermione cried.
'It was yellow. Enough said.' Draco said. 'This last room better be good.'
They opened the last door. It was beige, cream, and brown-tones. Very renaissance. It was a nice, large room.
'Where's the bed?' Draco asked.
All that was there were a few dressers, drawers, desks, and a coffee table. There were two other doors in the room.
'Humph. There's not even a stupid bed in here.' Draco sighed. He walked over to one of the doors. He opened it. 'Oh man. Forget my last statement.'
'Bed?' Hermione asked.
'Like no other i've seen before.' Draco said excitedly.
Hermione walked over to him. She looked in. It was a very large bed, with mirrors as the walls and ceiling. The bed was covered with thick, white down feather blankets and pillows.
'Mirrors!' Hermione asked, 'What kind of bedroom is this?'
'Draco's fantasy bedroom.' Draco answered.
'But there are mirrors!' Hermione cried.
'Exactly! Can you imagine? I can't wait. Okay, come on we found a room.' Draco said seductively.
'Shouldn't we inform Olympe?' Hermione asked. 'I think we should.'
'She can wait.' Draco sighed, 'I can't.'
He then stepped next to her, but moved close to the bedroom door. He was turned, looking at her straight in the eyes, as his foot kicked the door shut behind him. He took his wife by the waist, gently.
'Draco...what are you doing?' She asked innocently.
'I'm getting prepared to wear this bed in.' He breathed down her neck.
'And how do you suppose we do that?' Hermione asked, pretending to be naive.
'Well, I got a few ideas in mind.' He replied.
He leaned his face toward her's and kissed her neck softly. She tilted her head back and moaned quietly, urging him to continue. She wrapped her fingers under the hem of his shirt and lifted it easily over his head. He followed her actions and removed her blouse. Hermione started to laugh.
Draco looked at her inquisitively.
'What?' He asked.
'It's strange seeing you undress me, in these mirrors. It might take me a while to get used to it.'
'Well, then we better practice so you do get used to it.'
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Draco lifted Hermione gently in his arms and brought her over to the feather bed. He set her down and climbed on top of her milky white body.
His strong body laid perfectly on her's. She felt the most at home when he was with her. Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soft lips.
'I love you.' he said to her.
She pulled in closer to him and looked up in to his eyes.
'I know. I love you too.'
'Are you happy here?' He asked.
She nodded smiling.
'Very. I'd be happy anywhere with you.'
'And i'm happy if your happy.' He responded. 'I want you to know, that if at any time you aren't happy here, I want you to tell me. Okay?'
'Why wouldn't I be happy? I'm with you and i'm teaching Transfiguration. You're teaching something you've always loved, our lives are going so great. I know we are going to be happy here.'
'I hope so.'
'Aren't you happy?' She asked worriedly.
'No, I am. I just want you to know that if you miss your parents...or friends, tell me, i'll be here. I won't be upset.'
'I don't really know where this is coming from, but I will tell you everything, baby.'
'It's not coming from anywhere, but I thought since we're starting new lives, and we're alone right now. I thought I might as well tell you now.' He said, sounding somewhat hurt.
'I didn't mean to upset you, Draco.' Hermione said softly.
Draco sat up next to her.
'You didn't. I was just trying to tell you that I will be here for you, no matter how busy I am, and I want you to tell me anything you want. Whenever I try to say i'll be here for you, you always assume I have something else up my sleeve. I just want you to be happy here.'
Hermione listened to his statement and sat up next to him. She placed her chest against his back as she wrapped his arms around him. She sweetly placed small kisses on him back and shoulders.
'Thank you, Draco.' She said, 'But I want you to know I am very happy with you here. I'm sorry I was a bit suspicious. I love you, I am so glad you are here with me.'
Draco nodded. Then she laid back and pulled him down with her.
'Stay with me.' She asked quietly.
'I always will.'
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