Hermione
"Draco!" I sing happily at his sleeping form.
"Wha?" Draco asks sleepily.
"I wanna play." I respond.
Draco groans. "What kind of play?"
"I want to play in the rain." I giggle, watching raindrops hit the window pane and then fall harmlessly down it.
"Then let's play in the rain." Draco responds, kissing my cheek before stripping down to nothing and changing into some clothes he doesn't care to get wet.
I grab my rain coat, a brilliant neon orange one that clashes horribly with anyone's hair. I take off my socks and hold Draco's hand, dragging him out to the front. I stop in front of Claire, looking at her.
"Do you wanna play in the rain Claire?" I ask her.
"Nah, I'm good. Have fun you two!" Claire responds, watching Gilmore Girls.
"Okay." I respond, leading Draco to the back yard, where we gather rain in our palms, and allow our hair to get wet.
Droplets of water run down our foreheads as I wrap my arms around Draco's shoulders, holding onto him delicately. I smile up at him and hold him tighter.
"This is amazing! Isn't it so romantic?" I ask.
Draco nods with a small smile. "Yes, very romantic Hermione." He responds and kisses the top of my nose. "I want to take you on a date."
My face flushes with color. "Sure," I respond. "If you insist."
"Oh I definitely insist." Draco responds. "May I kiss you?" He asks me.
"Kiss me." I reply, closing my eyes as Draco leans into me.
The kiss is just a small one, a peck on the lips. But yet it's so much more than passion and fire. It's more than lust and being sexually aroused. It's filled with a burning glance or two, hot, clammy hands holding my waist. His lips soft and full of color. It's not longer black and white. Sex or no sex. There's also greys and blues. Draco's hands hold my waist and pulls me closer, making me smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his shoulders, placing my fingers through his pearly blonde locks.
"This is amazing. Kiss in the rain. It's romantic." I giggle.
"'M'lady, may I have this dance?" Draco asks, holding out his hand to me.
"He's kind sir." I respond, taking it sweaty hand in mine and waltzing to the sound of the pattering rain on the concrete.
When the dance ended, Draco smiles at me and whispers to me. "Shall you get ready then?" He asks me.
"Sure." I reply, leading him back inside after a couple drying charms on our hair and clothes. "What's the occasion?" I ask.
"Hmm...try something....classy." Draco thinks for a moment.
"Okay." I reply before moving into the bedroom and into my walk in closet in search for an outfit.
I find a cream colored u-neck, long sleeved sweater with a bow in the center of the neck line, black leggings, and gold sparkly flats that I've been dying to wear. I grab my new black purse and put in round black earrings and a cheetah print watch.
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The Mistress
FanfictionHermione Granger is a Dominatrix. Draco Malfoy is a Submissive. You take it from there.