The Promise

CHAPTER 35

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"Darling?" Neville called out.

Pansy walked into the living room in a pair of fitted beige work pants and a black silk shirt, "Yes, love?"

He looked at his watch and adjusted his cufflinks, "Hermione wants to catch up later today."

"That sounds like fun," Pansy replied, searching for her designer handbag.

Neville smiled, "We are meeting at the office. Will you join?"

She sashayed over, squeezed his lips and planted a heated kiss, "Of course."

Hermione studied Draco staring at the giant movie screen.

His eyes darted across the screen and widened at the interesting bits.

It was not her particular type of movie.

But she did enjoy Christian Bale.

Hours passed, and the movie ended.

He let out a contented sigh, and taking her hand in his, they got up and left the cinema.

They were met with the insistent and warm rays of sunlight.

Excitedly, Hermione showed him the text message, "We have to meet Neville at three."

Draco glanced at his watch. They had plenty of time. Grabbing her hand, he retorted, "Brilliant, let's get some lunch. I'm starving."

They arrived at a posh Muggle restaurant.

After being seated, Draco ordered a fine red wine and turned to Hermione, "Are you having fun?"

She laughed, "Yes, I am. What's good here?"

He scanned through the menu, "The stuffed chicken breast looks good."

"Hmm...what are you getting?" Hermione inquired curiously.

Draco scrutinized the options and said, "A steak with a side salad."

She looked at him over the menu and frowned, "You need to cut down on steak."

He put the menu down and adapted a sweet voice, "Do you have any idea what my morning workout routine entails?"

Her cheeks turned crimson.

Oh, she knew all right. Like a morning prayer, she watched his workout routine.

The sweat dripping off his back, the strands of blonde hair that stuck to his head.

Hermione closed her legs together, coughed and steered the conversation away, "I don't believe we never thought of Neville."

Summoning a server over, Draco retorted angrily, "It would have saved us a visit to that fuckers office."

The food arrived and filled their space with a delicious and mouthwatering smell.

Hermione played with the napkin nervously.

Pangs of hunger stabbed her stomach unpleasantly.

Delicately, she placed the napkin on her lap and said, "Draco...er...we need to start having sex when I am ovulating."