Curves and Hors D'oeuvres

Chapter 7

Hermione awoke to quiet music coming from the kitchen along with the faint sizzling of a pan.

Merlin help her, Malfoy could bloody cook too?

Eager to join him, she went to his extravagant loo to freshen up and stopped to stare at herself in the mirror.

It had been a long time since she'd properly looked at herself without clothes on.

Surprisingly what she noticed first were her cheeks being rosy and her eyes looking brighter. She'd always considered her eyes to be a muddy brown but looking closer... they were warm.

Pretty, she'd even say.

She felt a slight swoop in her lower stomach upon seeing all the small purple bruises across her body.

Breasts... thighs... neck...

He obviously enjoyed her body.

Hermione pursed her lips as she studied herself, trying to see what Malfoy sees.

She could admit her arse did look nice...

Her breasts were large enough for Malfoy to hold and lavish and she very much enjoyed his attention...

And her thighs... he seemed to enjoy wrapping them around his waist and squeezing them in his hands. Same with her hips.

And she... sort of saw the appeal, which was an improvement compared to how she usually viewed herself.

She could clearly picture Malfoy's face if she were to enter the kitchen naked, how the silver would darken and would roam hungerily over her body.

Her eyes narrowed, challenging her reflection.

Ronald Weasley could take his wand and bigotry and shove it up his arse.

She left the loo and noticed one of Malfoy's dress shirts resting over the back of his desk chair near her pair of heels from work.

Confidence was supposed to be sexy, wasn't it? And he liked seeing her in his clothes...

Hermione took a deep nervous breath and slid on her shoes before putting on Draco's shirt, leaving the buttons undone.

She felt a bit silly but... she could do this.

When she reached the kitchen, the enticing smell of eggs and bacon was equivalent to the sight of Malfoy's joggers riding low on his hips as he cooked the Muggle way.

"Morning," he warmly threw over his shoulder. "I was thinking we could have breakfast in b-"

He'd glanced back at her just then and quickly did a double take, his eyes wide.

His lips were parted as he fully turned away from the stove, his eyes tracing her figure from her heels... to where his shirt reached her mid-thigh... her breasts that were just barely covered... and finally her eyes.

The silver was nearly black and she'd never felt more confident in her own skin.

Hermione's lips twitched into a small smirk. "Sounds good to me."

She turned away and his arms were around her within seconds.

"And where are you off to, gorgeous?" he whispered huskily, holding her hips firmly against the cock she could feel pressing against her bum.

"You said we were having breakfast in bed," she said innocently, coyly looking up. "I'm starving."

"As am I," he murmured, nipping at neck.

She hummed, placing her hands on top of his. "The stove is still on."

"I don't care."

"You'll burn the bacon."