The Assistant ✔️

9- Room mates

"Do not swear your love by the moon, for she changes constantly, then your love would change also"
- William Shakespeare

After the meal, Hermione and Draco Walked towards their fancy Five star Malfoy Hotel.
"Nous allons la suite de lune de miel".said Draco, paying the muggle man at the desk and grabbing the key to the honeymoon suite.
They walked into the elevator, still linking arms together, very close together.

(Wiggles eyebrows🤗)

When they got to the top floor, Draco pushed the key into the door, and turned the knob, opening it, and letting Hermione inside.
"Wow!"he heard from within, shutting the door.
"It's huge!"she cried.

Draco walked towards her as she look around at the sky view ceiling, all the small pecks of stars looking down upon them.

Draco sat down on the queen sized bed, as she opened the balcony door and looked down over the city of Paris, gasping at its beauty.

He smirked, his cheeks hurt so much, from smiling, I don't think I've ever smiled this much, thought Draco, feeling extremely giddy.

He untied his shoes and placed them neatly next to the door, before lying back in the bed, watching as the twinkling stars winked and shined at him.

Hermione walked back in, taking off her heels, stepping back down and loosing about a foot off the floor😂.

She sighed and lay next to him, also watching the stars.

"There is only one bed,"she smiled, turning to him, eyebrow raised. "I triple checked".

"Well, if you triple checked,"laughed Draco, turning to her.

They stared at each other, realising that they where ever so close to together now, their breath fanning across each others faces.
Draco looked down at her lips, they where slightly apart, plump and dark red, seductive.
He let out a shuddering breath and looked back up to her eyes.

She smirked at him, her eyes smiling, and whispered, "Like what ya see?"

Draco grinned, sighing, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Hermione looked up at him, and then down to his shirt, which looked unbuttoned, uncovering his muscled chest.

She let out a shuddering breath, her heart hammering in her rib cage.

"So .. we are sharing the bed then.."she whispered, sitting up, and walking towards the bathroom, leaving to door open for Draco to watch.

He sat up, a growl erupting from his throat, as he watched her undress.
She turned her back to him, taking out some kind of item of clothing from her wash bag and she closed the door, half naked.
Draco hissed in annoyance and clenched his fists, feeling frustrated and took off his trousers and shirt, clad in a dashing pair of black boxers.

He sat back in the bed, head in the pillows.
Hermione opened the door slowly, Making Draco annoyed, and looked up to find her in a sexy red lingerie.

Her hair was down on one shoulder, and she was biting her lip seductively.

Draco sucked in a breath and walked towards her, his hands running down her body in awe.
Her placed her hands across his muscled form, moaning.

"You're fucking beautiful,"he whispered.
Hermione closed her eyes and grinned, looking up at him again with dark eyes.

"You're sure this is a good idea?" She asked, looking up at him, biting her lip again.

"Positive".

She smirked and licked off the lights, now the city was just their illumination, and it flowed perfectly off of Hermione's body and face.

She was his bloody angel of grace, clad in red.
She walked towards him, making him walk backwards and fall into the bed.

He crawled up into the pillows as she stretched over very slowly, watching him darkly.

"Granger Darling, this is against the rules,"he sighed, tugging.

Hermione growled and smirked.

"Naughty Granger, Professor's gonna give you a late night detention if you carry on like this,"he whispered as she crawled into of him, her hair swinging by her side,

She placed a delicate finger on his lips and and tutted herself, looking deeply into his eyes and grinding her lower body against his.

"Professor's are supposed to teach lessons, sir"she whispered, licking her lips.

Draco sat up and bent her over backwards, facing each other, smirking, and running his hands across her.
"Then teach, I will, my dear".