The Inevitable

Chapter 10 - Playing the Part

Draco's POV:

"I guess even in the future you take hours to get ready!" I called from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione had kicked me out of my room about two hours ago. She had let me grab my tux, but then I was out. The whole situation caused a small smile to come to my face. I think I was enjoying this whole acting married thing...maybe a little too much. I was determined to ignore all the what ifs that I had been thinking since we've gotten here. Bringing her into my life would only cause her harm. She probably wouldn't even want to be in my life. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard her heels on the marble floors.

"Honestly Malfoy, you don't know how long it takes for me to get ready." When I looked up from my cuff link, the air left my lungs. The floor length gown looked delectable on her. When my eyes saw the top, I swear I still couldn't breath. Straps about the width of my palm covered her chest and wrapped around her neck. I couldn't help but stare where her breasts were in view. "What do you think?" She asked giving a twirl. Her hair was up and her back fully on display. The dress stopped right above her ass causing my eyes to move there. She looked...incredibly delicious. My brain seemed to want to give me a boner at the worst times. This would probably be a new fantasy for the shower...

"I- you- um," I sputtered. I was at a loss for words. The gold necklace she had found among the jewelry fell right between her tits bringing my eyes right back to that spot. I knew exactly what I thought and I couldn't voice those thoughts. "You're not wearing that." Her look changed from one of hopeful happiness to defiant quick.

"Excuse me?" She stepped closer to me.

"I- well I'm just thinking how your husband would think," I said mentally slapping myself. "If you wear that, everyone is going to have eyes on you...you don't know what some guys would do..." Nice save Draco...I'm fucking this up. She took another step. Her chest was against mine and her head tilted back to look me in the eyes. I couldn't help the blood rushing to my dick at even the slightest touch...I'm in so much trouble with this woman.

"You," she said poking her finger against my shoulder, "don't get to tell me what I can and cannot wear Draco Malfoy. I am my own woman and you are not my keeper." With that she walked around me and toward the door. My eyes watched the sway of her hips until her voice broke me from my trance. "Come on, we need to apparate to Fiddle & Twigs." Shaking my head I jogged to catch up to her.

"What is Fiddle & Twigs?" I had never heard of that place before.

"It's where the engagement party is. I'm assuming it's something new and not from our time. Luckily," she paused waving a small notepad, "I still write everything down." She offered me smug smile. I held out my hand for her and she took it without hesitation. With a quick tug, I apparated us into an alleyway that future Hermione had written down in her notes. Hermione stumbled after landing on her heels. I brought my arms out and caught her before she tumbled. Her eyes were closed and her face was twisted.

"Are you okay?" I asked watching her breath slowly.

"Mhmm...I'm not very good with apparation," she mumbled between her slow breaths. I just stood there holding her steady. Once she was okay, she stood straight up and opened her eyes. "Thank you."

"Of course," I said awkwardly. Grabbing her hand, we walked out of the alley only to be bombarded with flashes of light. "What the bloody-"

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy, over here!"

"Lady Malfoy can we get a quick word?"

"Lord Malfoy we would love to get a few photos!"

Grabbing tightly onto Hermione's hand, I pulled us through the crowd. Her grip on my hand tightened as she moved closer to my body. I heard her gasp and then her hand left my hold. I turned to see her leaning against the building. One of the infernal idiots with a camera was standing in front of her trapping her. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him back to the crowd he came from. Standing in front of her, I could see she was a little shaken up.