Bella Donna / Dramione

Chapter 2

September 18th, 2006

(Hermione)

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Hermione had been throughly woo'd by Draco Malfoy the past three and some days.

As it had turned out, Draco wasn't simply taking her to Sicily, he had actually rented out a small island just off the coast; which she'd had the pleasure of being Portkey'ed into while still on her knees sucking him off. They had been dropped in the middle of the bedroom (presumptuous of him), and Hermione had been more than happy to continue her ministrations on his cock before exploring the little island they had to themselves for the weekend.

The night they had arrived, Draco had arranged for a Portkey to take them mainland for dinner at a local cafe. The dinner had been lovely, but the star of the night had been the longboat he'd finessed as magically altered to row itself out back to their villa.

Needless to say, they had spent more than  a few hours in that boat beneath the stars. Hermione had classed the night as nothing short of perfect - even though she'd ruled a lovely pair of knickers.

Over the past three days he'd continued to wow her.

Hermione had not been expecting the trip, let alone all the amenities the villa boasted, and the day trips Draco had meticulously planned. He had taken note of every little comment she'd made. The museums she'd wanted to visit, the Colosseum, plays, and he'd even ventured into a muggle ice cream shop at her request to taste Italian Gelato in its full authenticity.

If Hermione had thought Draco's woo'ing of her in the beginning of their relationship was grand and unnecessary - this trip was outdoing that times one hundred.

Draco had been forthwith in planning ahead. He had indeed pack all the necessary outfits for the occasions at had. She had casual walk-around day clothes, evening clothes, and one elaborate set of dress robes for the Wizarding play he'd taken her to the night before. Hermione hadn't even be aware that there was a circuit of Wizarding Actors and Actresses and disillusioned theatres, but the attraction was magnificent.

The robes were not new, but she'd seldom worn them. A deep maroon colour that Mrs Weasley had once dubbed the colour of 'ancient wine'. They had a trail of velvet buttons down the front that were all to easy for Draco to undo and have his way with her in the private box seats he'd secured. Hermione had to muffle her screams of pleasure on the velvet sofa they were meant to be sitting on, not laying across beneath a 'Notice Me Not' with her lover.

For his part, Draco had seemed to delight in simply bringing her joy the whole trip.

He'd not so much as mumbled an annoyance at the time they spent in Muggle gift shops and Museums, consumed by customs he had no connection to.

Perhaps the array of lingerie he'd packed for her, and had her show off at night, had aided in sweetening the rewards for his actions. It would seem that he had found her secret stash of under-things at the back of her wardrobe, and been overjoyed at packing the ones that looked the most elaborate pieces he could find.

A green negligee one piece that was more straps across her body than actual clothing was one of his favourites. She'd initially chosen the shade of green because it was a perfect match the Slytherin Green House, an attribute Draco delighted in when she wore one of his old Slytherin jumpers. He always fucked her in the little number, deciding it's many straps were too confusing to try and take off in the heat of the moment.

That silver-threaded grey outfit she'd purchased for his birthday had been salvaged after he hadn't had the wherewithal to fully get her naked before ravishing her in the shower. Several scourgify charms and a trip to the tailors to fix a broken strap - that neither of them remember breaking - and it was good as new. She'd hidden that beneath her robes the first night of their trip at the play. Once again, Draco did not have the patience, and had his way with her in the longboat while the corset top still clung to her body.