The Erised Effect

Dirty, Like Me

   Hermione twiddled her thumbs and bit her lip. Anything to stop her heartbeat rising – if he couldsee her awkwardness then she knew he would wonder if she was thinking that this was right thingto do or not. And she couldn't have him thinking that, because it was absolutely the thing she hadwanted to do. 

   She hadn't expected the Owl that arrived at work yesterday morning. The regal looking animalwith a letter in its beak. A letter inviting her for a coffee this afternoon... with Draco Malfoy.

   He had wanted to see her. He hadn't mentioned that it was a date, but what else would themmeeting in a coffee shop without the others and spending time alone together mean? Add that tothe way his eyes were currently devouring her from across the table, and – 

   "Is biting your lip a habit?" he asked quietly as he held his coffee cup to his lips. "Or are you tryingto openly seduce me in public?" he took a sip, keeping his eyes on her hungrily. "Because I canassure you, it's working..." 

   Hermione's eyes went wide and when she did finally look up at him, she saw the look on his face.Primal now, compared to the way he had greeted her half an hour ago when she had first walkedinto the shop to meet him...

   Warm eyes and a smile awaited her as she walked towards the table and he stood to greet her quiteawkwardly, unsure as to whether to pull her chair out for her. She smiled shyly at him beforemoving to her seat, unbuttoning her coat as he called the waitress over to take their orders. 

   Two flat whites. 

   How did he know? She had only ever drank alcohol or tea around him. Hermione gave him acurious look which he spotted, and he put his head down a little, but Hermione still managed tospot the pink tinge to his cheeks. 

   "I remember hearing you tell Potter in school about how you prefer a flat white as it's milder..."he admitted, and the pang in Hermione's chest shoot through her. "Turns out, you were right." Hetold her with a small smile. "I've drank it myself ever since." 

   "Impeccable taste, then." She told him with a smile as the waitress came back with their coffees. 

   "Clearly..." he told her, his eyes raking down her frame for a few seconds. It was long enough forthe hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. Long enough for her to catch the cheeky little smirkthat he threw her way. 

   "Draco..." she warned, bringing the cof ee mug to her lips. 

   "I'm not even sorry." He told her unapologetically, that smirk still there. "All I've thought aboutsince Friday is getting back between your thighs." 

   She clenched said thighs together and tried to steady her breathing. The things he said to her andthe way he said them ... he never failed to get the right reaction from her body. 

   "All I've thought about since Fourth year is getting between them at all, to be honest..." Oh... oh,he was good. Sitting there in his grey waistcoat, tie and matching pants with his white oxford shirt.He looked every inch the Devil's advocate. Every inch the type of sin she needed. "...It's been along time coming for me, Hermione." He told her in a very low voice, his grey eyes boring intoher. 

   Hermione took in a breath and tried to shake of the tension that was clinging to the air aroundthem. "I was hardly anything to write home about in school." She put out casually with a smile anda shake of her head. "All hair and teeth and ink-blots." 

   Draco raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. "Oh you were at the top of a few lists, believeme." He said with a chuckle as she frowned at him in confusion.