Prodigal Witch

Dramione

Hermione's nap was perfect. She slept soundly, wrapped up in Adrian's arms. He lounged on her bed while she took a very quick shower. Then Adrian followed her into the dressing room to pick out a dress.

Hermione stood and critically surveyed her clothes.

"I assume Draco's going to take me somewhere very posh," Hermione said, mentally excluding most of her dresses. Much of what she wore was casual for daytime and work.

"Of course he will," Adrian confirmed, chuckling. He steered Hermione to a seat and began going through her dresses, quickly bypassing most things, as Hermione had done in her mind. "Draco will take you to places that are posh, exclusive and very on trend. This dress will be perfect."

Hermione furrowed her brow. Adrian had pulled out a dress she'd purchased recently with Blaise and his mother. It was a fuchsia dress with a deep v-neck. It was made of a series of tight bands, so tight it looked painted. Just trying it on in the store made Hermione blush, but it was so flattering, and Blaise and his mother had been insistent.

"Don't you think it's too... tight?" Hermione ventured. "I don't think I can even wear knickers in that dress."

"All the better," Adrian said with a wink. "Just try it on. You did buy it, probably because you look both classy and devastatingly sexy in it. There's no sense in hiding that."

Hermione took the dress. He did have a point. She discarded her robe and slipped the dress on, under Adrian's appreciative gaze.

"You are right about the knickers," he agreed, running his hands up and down the clingy fabric. "You can't wear anything under this at all. Draco will love it."

Adrian leaned down and caught her lips in a hard kiss. Hermione leaned into him, forgetting about everything except Adrian. When he finally pulled away, Hermione was breathing heavily.

"I love it, too," Adrian said, his voice thick and raspy. He took a step back and several deep breaths. A teasing glint came to Adrian's eye. "Draco will be here for you in ten minutes, which isn't near enough time for me to ravish you."

"Not nearly enough time," Hermione agreed, laughing. "When I get you to myself, I'm going to take my time."

Hermione chose a pair of strappy silver heels and sat to put them on. Adrian took the shoes and knelt in front of her. After he gently slid on her shoes, he slowly ran his hands up her ankles, to her calves, and her thighs; all the while never breaking eye contact.

"Such smooth skin," Adrian purred. He nudged her knees apart and caressed the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. His fingers danced up her thighs to her center and ghosted over her slit ever so lightly. "And so wet."

Hermione moaned and opened her legs wider.

"What happened to not having enough time for this?" she asked, a bit breathlessly.

"Our dinner reservations aren't for another ten minutes," Draco said from the doorway. "So there is a little time."

Hermione looked over at her date for the evening, Adrian's fingers still tracing her damp folds. Draco looked wonderful in his silvery grey robes. He looked stylish and effortless, which Hermione assumed cost loads of Galleons.

"I was just warming her up for you," Adrian said to his friend, smiling. He quickly kissed her inner thigh and breathed in her scent, then removed his hand from between her legs and helped her up.

Draco closed the distance between then and took Adrian by the wrist. He lifted the other wizard's elegant fingers and sucked them into his mouth.

Hermione held back a whimper and felt herself grow even wetter than she had been. It really wasn't fair for them to tease her like this. Draco pushed her boundaries and made her behave rashly. To get her excited even before the date began seemed unfair.