Chap. 3 Being Well-Rounded
The next morning, the sun shone brightly threw Draco's open windows. Hermione woke gently, finding herself next to Draco's warm body, she was still being held by him. She smiled, remembering last night. A blanket as thrown loosely over the two of them. She brushed her fingers through his soft hair, and then ran her fingers down the side of his structural face, the face of a handsome man, whom she's never loved more than at that moment.
She carefully slid out of his grasp, and down to the floor. She went through the portrait, back to her room to get ready for the morning.
His fingers ran down her body, exploring it, touching every part, finding every crevice. Her soft, milky skin shivered at his soft touch. She looked up at him lovingly, not wanting him to stop touching her. She then lifted her head to kiss him passionately.
Draco woke up from a wonderful dream, but he was happy to awake, he remembered Hermione at been with him that night. He opened his eyes slowly, excited to see the beautiful girl next to him...but no such luck. He opened his piercing blue eyes to a very lonely bed.
'Hermione?' He called looking around.
He quickly closed his eyes, thinking about last night. 'That wasn't a dream, I know it wasn't.' He assured himself.
He got up and went to his dresser drawers and pulled out plaid pajama bottoms. He through them on and went through the portrait, hoping Hermione wouldn't be in her bed, where he wasn't.
He walked into her room, Hermione wasn't in her bed, but he heard water running. He smiled.
He waited outside the bathroom door. A few seconds later it opened. Before he even got a chance to look at her, he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her lustfully. He pulled away quickly though. He licked his lips and tasted a strangely familiar minty taste in his mouth, it was not pleasant however.
'Eww...' He said wiping his mouth. He then heard Hermione laughing, he looked up and saw toothpaste form covering her lips and mouth.
'Draco!' She cried laughing, 'I was in the middle of brushing my teeth!'
He shot an embarrassed look at her. Foam was now on his lips, and the taste on his tongue. He started to gag.
'Why didn't you tell me you were brushing your teeth?' He asked, running into the bathroom gurgling water and spitting.
'You ravished me! You didn't give me a chance you crazy man!' She cried still giggling.
After erasing the mint taste from his mouth, he let her back to her sink. She spit and washed her mouth.
'Ahh...' She sighed happily.
'That was so gross, your spit and morning breath and toothpaste all rolled into one!' He cried.
'Well, that shouldn't have been TOO bad for you! You've had my tongue in your mouth and visa versa many times, even in the morning, and you also brush your teeth, so how was it THAT bad?' She asked smiling.
'Well, it was just disappointing, I was hoping to surprise you with a nice kiss, but...it wasn't that nice.'
'It was a surprise though!' She exclaimed.
'Yeah, especially for me!'
'Come here and give me the nice kiss now.' She said sweetly.
'As you wish.' He replied happily.
He walked over to her and placed his lips onto her's. His tongue parted them and he explored her mouth hungrily. His hands brushed up to her waist, then to her robe covered breasts. She moaned from her throat as he started massaging them gently. She placed her hands to his chest as she deepened the kiss.
'Mmm...' He moaned as he pulled away, 'That was nice...and slightly minty.'
She laughed. 'Well, good.'
'Oh, Draco!' Hermione said excitedly.
'What?' He asked, just before leaving the bathroom.
'I heard you like the theatre...' She winked.
'What? Who said that?'
'Your mother, she said ever since you saw the 'Nutcracker' as a boy, you've loved it since...that's something I wouldn't have suspected from the Slytherin King.' She teased.
'Yeah, well, a man has got to look good and be well-rounded. I have to experience everything at least once.' He said, trying to brush it off.
'Your mother said that you've gone many times, not just once.'
'My mother loves them, and she drags me along because my father obviously wouldn't go to one of those.'
'Are you sure?' She asked him, not believing him.
'Yes. Why? Do you like the theatre?' He asked her.
'I've never gone.'
'What! You've never gone to the theatre?' He cried shockingly.
Hermione giggled.
'You sound appalled. Is that because you love it so much?' She asked grinning.
'I'm appalled because it's a mainly-muggle thing, and your parents are muggles.'
'Yes, but we don't have the time nor money for the theatre.'
'Well, then i'll shall have to escort you to a show soon, for your sake, so you can also be well-rounded, such as I.'
'Riiiight. What's playing?'
'Hero and Leander!' He said quickly.
'Really? How'd you know that?'
'Umm...I hear my mother talking about it.'
'Oh...I see. Is it good?'
'Very! It's absolutely wicked!'
'How do you know that?' She asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
'Umm, reviews.'
'Your own?' She asked.
'Fine, fine, fine, your a smart woman, you already know i'm lying. I attend the theatre, probably twice a month, during the summer and vacations from school. I saw Hero and Leander two years ago. The last play I saw was Othello, by Shakespeare.'
'What is Hero and Leander about?' Hermione asked.
'I don't really remember, it was awhile ago. I think i've seen like 25 since then. It's about two Greek gods who love each other, that's all I really remember.'
'So, it's a love story?'
'A tragic love story, yes, I think. Probably something like Romeo and Juliet.' He said, 'You have
heard of that...right?'
'Yes, of course, i've read the play actually. Very good. Made me cry to be honest.'
'Really? It was good, but i'm a man, so I don't cry.'
'You cry. I've seen you cry.'
'Not when it comes to books, movies, etc...'
'I do. Quite easily.'
'When was the last time you cried because of a book or movie?' Draco asked.
'Probably during Easter Break, when I went home to visit my parents, I went and saw the movie
'The Notebook' with my friend at the theater.'
'So you have been to the theatre!'
'No, different kind. I've never been to a theatre that shows plays. I've been to one that shows movies.'
'Oh. Why did you cry at 'The Notebook'?'
'It's so sad! And cute! And passionate! All at the same time!'
'I've never heard of it.'
'It's muggle.'
'Oh. Would I like it?'
'Yesterday I would have said no, but since you like Romeo and Juliet, you might.' Hermione said, 'When it comes out on video, i'll buy it and we can watch it.'
'Sounds good. So, when did you want to go to the theatre?'
'I don't care, whenever.
'Tonight?'
'Tonight? How are you going to get tickets tonight, don't you have to buy them like weeks in advance.'
'Most people, but the London Theatre always keeps tickets open for the Malfoy’s, also, if we decide to go one night, and people are in our box, the manager will tell them to leave.'
'That's not fair!' Hermione said.
'It is for us. My mother, four years ago, gave 100,000 galleons to the theatre to expand. Because of that, they save tickets and our box for us. It's fair.'
'I guess...but where do the other people who get kicked out go?'
'I don't know. To the floor seats probably.'
'Are those good?'
'No. The box seats are. Don't worry about it, Hermione, you'll love it.'
'I can't wait! I'm excited to dress up!'
'Of course, isn't that the REAL reason women go to the theatre? To show off their dresses and jewels?'
'Well, i've never gone, so this is special for me, don't ruin it!'
'Yes, ma'am. I'll go tell my mother we're going. She'll probably want to go. You don't mind do you?'
'No, of course not, i'd love for her to go.'
'Okay, i'll get ready and go down for breakfast, join you down there?' He asked.
'Yeah, i'll be down in an hour or less.'
'Haha, okay.'
45 minutes later Hermione came down. Draco and Narcissa were just about to sit in the breakfast room, perfect timing.
'Good morning, dear!' Narcissa cried. Again, Narcissa glowed today. She wore a bright blue dress suit, with a white blouse under it. Her long blonde hair was twisted up, adorning her head like a bright crown. This outfit made her bright blue eyes pop and light up the room. Hermione definitely knew who Draco got his eyes from.
'Good morning, Narcissa.' Hermione smiled. 'You look lovely this morning.'
'Oh, thank you! This is that outfit I got from Shaulou's, remember?'
'Yes, it looks great.'
'Thanks, your new rose shirt looks nice also!'
Draco looked back at Hermione. Hermione was wearing a rose colored sleeveless silk shirt. It's collar swooped down, revealing the tops of Hermione's filled breasts. The color made her hair shine.
'Yes, it does look nice, 'Mione.' Draco smiled.
'Thanks.' She said as she sat down.
While they ate Narcissa spoke of the theatre.
'Draco tells me he is going to take you to the theatre!'
'Yes, aren't you coming with?'
'Oh, no, I thanked Draco for the invite, but I am going to the Hippogriff races with my good friends. Girls day out I suppose.' Narcissa said smiling.
'She hasn't seen them in awhile, my father didn't like them, so it's good for her to get out.' Draco whispered to Hermione.
'Well, i'm sure you will have lots of fun there.' Hermione said to Narcissa.
'Yes, and I hear the play at the London Theatre is very good. My friend, Emma, saw it and she cried her eyes out.'
'Oh, shit. It's a crying play?' Draco asked.
Narcissa's eyes were wide with shock.
'What did you just say, Draco?' She asked.
'Umm...err...I said Oh, no! It's a crying play?'
'Draco! I really must insist you stop swearing! It's not becoming to such a good boy, as yourself!'
'Sorry, mother.'
'If I hear you swear one more time, i'm going to make you hand-wash every plate on this table.' Narcissa said this seriously.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She had to do that everyday at home, but at the Malfoy Manor, it was a punishment.
'Yes, yes, sorry, mother. I won't swear again.'
'Good.'
The rest of breakfast went well.
That night, at around 4 PM, Hermione started to get ready for the theatre. Draco told her it started at 8, but they were going to leave at 6, because there was a restaurant next to the theatre that he wanted to take Hermione to for dinner. Narcissa left for the races with her rich friends at 3, but sent a stylist be at Hermione's every beck and call while she got ready for the theatre. Hermione, of course, said no, but Narcissa, as usual, insisted. Hermione had never been to the theatre, so she was secretly thankful for the help of the stylist.
The stylist first did Hermione's hair, then make-up, then dressed her. It took an hour and a half until she was finished. After it was all done, Hermione got to look into the mirror.
Hermione saw a very sophisticated woman standing before her. Her hair was curled high on her head, with small jewels hidden in certain places, that if in the light, the jewels would sparkle. Her face was soft, with dark eye make-up, accentuating Hermione's dark honey eyes. The dress...was unbelievable. It was dark crimson. It was an empire waist, which made her breasts look even larger, and the tops of them peaked out of the dress. She knew Draco would like that. The top was a square neck with black lace, covering most of her breasts. The sleeves were tight, until the elbow, where they flared a bit. The bottom of the dress flared out, with black lace coming out of the button, touching the floor. A black ribbon was tied at the empire waist, adding flair to the dress. Hermione's shoes were black, heels, with ankle straps, but they weren't tall, she liked being smaller than Draco.
'You look great, miss.' The heavy accented stylist commented.
'Thank you so much, I really would have been lost with out your help--?'
'Vanessa, miss.'
'Well, thank you Vanessa.'
A knock came from behind Hermione's door. She opened it.
'Yes?' She asked.
A butler was standing there, he smiled at her.
'Master Draco is downstairs, he says, if your done, to meet him down there.'
'Thank you, Mercucio.' She smiled. She was trying to learn all the names of the servants here.
He nodded and left.
Hermione grabbed a black purse, said good bye to Vanessa, and left her room. She walked to the top of the stairs and looked down. Draco was tapping a cane on the floor. She stared at him. He was very stylish, very sultry. His blonde hair was seen less, for it was covered by a black top hat, which fit Draco perfectly, he wore it slightly tilted. He was wearing a black and white tux, and held a black cane, very distinguished looking.
'My, my, you take a girl's breath away.' She finally said from the top.
He slowly brought his face up. She stood there elegantly, one hand on the banister, one holding a small purse. Her shapely body was seen and accentuated by the beautiful dress she was wearing.
He smiled and walked up the stairs, not taking his eyes off of her. When he reached her he slid one arm around her and leaned in close.
'You do more to me than just take my breath away...' He breathed into her ear sensually.
Chills went up her spine, Draco felt them and grinned at her. He took her arm in his and set down the stairs, out the front door, and into his black and silver carriage.
'I thought you had a white and gold one now.' Hermione said when they sat it.
'That's my mother's.' He said.
Her head whipped around to look at him.
'You have your own?'
'This was my father's, but because of current circumstances, it's mine now.'
'I see, well it's very nice.'
'I'm glad you like it. Are you hungry?'
'Very.'
'Good, the restaurant we're going to now is Italian, do you like Italian?'
'I have Italian in me, I love it.'
'Good, it's called 'Paradiso Centro'. It's supposed to be the best Italian Restaurant in all of England.'
'Paradise City.' Hermione said.
'Ahh, you speak Italian, Hermione?' he asked.
'A little bit, not fluent like you and French.'
'Soon, you'll be fluent in French, too.' He smiled.
'Thank you for taking me out tonight, Draco.' She smiled, 'It's only my second day with you and your mother, i'm getting so spoiled by you two, I don't think it's healthy.'
'You deserve it all and more. By the way, did I tell you how ravishing you look tonight, love?'
'I think so, you said I did more than took your breath away, I took it as a compliment.' She smiled.
'It was. You look beautiful.'
She blushed and leaned in to kiss him.
'Are there going to be lots of younger women at this theatre?' She asked.
'Perhaps, why?'
'I'm going to get jealous, you look very amazing tonight, handsome and rich.'
'Why thank you, my love, but it is I who will be jealous tonight. The theatre is full of men, young and old, looking for women. Also, we're going to an Italian restaurant, Italian waiters are always looking at beautiful women, too closely.'
'Well, I guess we'll both just have to be jealous the whole night until we reach out box, where we're alone.'
'I suppose.'
It was a matter of minutes before they were outside the 'Paradiso Centro'.
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