From Wiltshire, With Love

Chapter 20

"Somewhere. Muggle." Hermione's jaw dropped and he chuckled at her reaction. Draco Malfoy wanted to go somewhere Muggle. "It's really late."

"Muggles don't do anything at night?" He raised an eyebrow in challenge. He wanted her to show him something about Muggle life. What could she show him that he would enjoy? Maybe that he would even be impressed by?

"Of course they do, it's just..."

What was available at this hour? Restaurants? She doubted he would want to eat the food she could pay for. His family probably had a battalion of house elves dedicated just for cooking. A pub? Again. Alcohol. Drinking. Malfoy's tongue licking his lips. Malfoy's grey eyes when they discussed pure-bloods having sex with Muggle-borns. Bad idea. Dancing? Malfoy's abdominal muscles when he checked for a scar on his stomach. Malfoy's arms. Which she was looking at now.

Definitely not.

Oh!

He noticed her excitement and his expression brightened.

"Alright, Malfoy, I'll take you someplace Muggle."

She eyed him. He was still in his pajamas.

"I'll have to transfigure your clothes, stand up."

"Muggle clothes?" he asked, with a curious half smile.

Hermione stood up off the floor and twirled her wand in her fingers. This was going to be fun. Not at all how she expected their meetings to go.

She smiled in return. "Muggle clothes." She walked closer to him on the bed, sizing him up.

Malfoy pushed himself to a standing position. He absolutely towered over her when they were this close – by at least a foot. She forced herself to concentrate on his clothes – not the body inside them – waved her wand and transfigured his pajama bottoms into a stylish pair of button-fly Levi 501's. His T-shirt would have been acceptable if not for the large 'Holyhead Harpies' lettering emblazoned across the front of his chest. She changed the T-shirt to read 'Tottenham Hotspurs' with the characteristic rooster on a football logo, and turned his loafers into sneakers.

Hermione eyed her work, looking him up and down. He was fit, it was hard not to notice. Really hard. The jeans were too baggy though, having been made from pajamas. She waved her wand and brought in the fabric to hug his frame more.

Malfoy winced and tried to reach his hand inside his pants but couldn't, and opened the top button to adjust himself. "That's too tight. These trousers are really uncomfortable."

Her cheeks reddened and she abruptly turned around. "Sorry, Malfoy. Um, take your wand and fix it yourself."

She could hear him reach over for his wand on the book shelf. She was taking a chance that he wouldn't attack or Obliviate her. At least, for tonight. Considering the prior conversation and his request, it seemed a safe bet.

"Why isn't there a zipper here?" Her blush deepened at his question, and she was glad she had her back to him so he couldn't see. "Who wants to open buttons every time they go to the loo?"

"It's called a button-fly. It's um... Really popular with the blokes now."

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him.

"Seems unnecessarily complicated. My cock needs more room than this, Granger."

She flushed even more. It was easier to talk about genitalia when they were trying to one-up each other on the Galleon. This was... He was right behind her. In her bedroom.

"I really don't need to know how much room your penis requires, Malfoy."

While he adjusted the fit of the jeans with his wand, she opened the drawers to her desk and took out some British pounds that were left from before she Obliviated her parents.