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Waiting to Exhale	By : Wolfling1972 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I did say Monday, right? Look, I kept my word! This chapter was another that gave me just a spot of trouble as I tried to express things in a way as to make the whole of it seem teasing and fun. You will have to let me know if I've accomplished that, please?
I would also like to give a shout-out to kittyfivetatts. I am glad you've enjoyed the story thus far. Your review made my heart happy
Ok, y'all know the drill. Please R&R. Thanks!

About two hours after their conversation, Draco and Hermione left Hogwarts behind. The tiny young woman had no idea where her husband planned to take her but she'd dressed with his instructions in mind and decided that, ultimately, she would do what he'd asked. After all, pleasing him always meant that she was equally as pleased, in the long run.
None of this meant that she had lost her inner bookworm, nor did it mean that she would give up her need to be correct. No, if anything, her allowing her husband to lead her only made those aspects more concrete. She was not a slave, not weak, but she was untarnished and held no preconceived notions as to why her submissiveness to her husband concerning bedroom matters was a bad thing.
Thus, as in all things, she made a conscious choice to follow his lead. To choose otherwise, especially when it came to learning things about the world or herself, would have put her at a disadvantage. That was something she would never allow. No matter her last name, she was still a Gryffindor at heart (even if she tended toward logical reasoning, instead of immediate action). To leave this avenue unexplored would mark her as cowardly and she would never concede to that designation.
And so...
"Are you pleased," she asked while gesturing at herself, slim form encased by a knee-length, dark green, long sleeved, A-line dress and matching kitten heels. She knew he approved of her hair, after all, he'd done it himself but the dress hadn't been his decision to make.
Draco gave his wife a slow once-over, his normal smirk shifting into an adorable smile. "You look edible, sweetest swot."
Hermione grinned and lengthened her stride as Draco's long legs took one step for every two of her's. She did wonder where they would end up but she knew he would tell her when he was ready as he knew she did not enjoy walking into something for which she was ill-prepared. Surprises pissed her off and there was absolutely nothing cute about an angry Hermione as her husband well knew.
About half a block beyond Gringotts, Draco paused and draped his arm over his diminutive wife's shoulder. "We are meeting with Blaise and Ginny for dinner and drinks at Delilah's." His hand moved quickly to cup her left breast, long fingers pinching her nipple, before resuming its position upon her shoulder. "Come along, beautiful."
A few minutes later. the couple stepped into a beautifully decorated, intimate little restaurant. Gorgeously appointed tables for couples and slightly larger gatherings (heh, TWO couples) shimmered beneath two gold and crystal chandeliers with each table hosting a votive candle. A Matre' D stood behind a heavy oak podium and greeted Draco with a smile.
"Young Malfoy, table for four?"
Draco nodded and spoke, "I am waiting for the Zabinis"
"Oh, they are here, at the bar. Shall I direct them to you," was the immediate response.
"Yes. Thank you."
Once the Malfoy's had been led to their table, a passing server was hustled into service to retrieve the other couple. Blaise and Ginny appeared a few moments later.
"Hermione! How is it we are in the same damned dorm and yet I never see you," Ginny queried even as she settled herself to her friend's left. "I feel like Draco and Blaise do this to us on purpose, all so they can continue to have their wicked way with us!"
Hermione giggled only hushing when she felt her husband's long-fingered hand upon her upper thigh, his slender digits sweeping up and down in long arcs which caused her dress to rise by slow increments. Even so, she kept her composure, turning her attention to the dark-skinned young man who was one of Draco's best friends.
"Are you trying to keep Ginny away from me, Mr. Zabini?"
Blaise smiled, a flash of white teeth. "If I say yes, how badly will I be hexed?"
Ginny answered her mate with a raised eyebrow and a frowning mouth. "Don't worry about hexes husband. I have other ways to make you suffer."
Draco laughed and held up a hand. "Peace you two! I figured a nice dinner would give our wives some time to catch up. Not only that but don't you two have some news to share?"
Ginny blushed. "Uh, yes. We are expecting."
Random exclamations and movement ensued as hugs and handshakes were given and received.
"Congratulations, Ginny!!"
"Hey, I helped," Blaise remonstrated, his full lips turned down in a petulant frown.
"OH hush!"
The two couples enjoyed their dinners while talking animatedly. Conversation ebbed and flowed, easily, with much laughter. Of course, it became more difficult for Hermione to keep her mind on the topic of the moment, as once Draco's wandering fingers arranged her dress to his satisfaction, his hand found more reason than not to nestle between her thighs. She held on, not embarrassing herself, even if it WAS exceedingly noticeable that her face shaded to a pale pink even as her voice delved into the lower registers of alto.
Finally, the bill was paid and the two couples prepared to escape back to Hogwarts. Hermione found it most difficult to walk at first, due to her exceedingly shaky legs, which caused Draco no end of amusement. Finally, Ginny drew attention to her friend's distress.
"You okay, Hermione?"
"Yes. Just feeling a little off-kilter," was the breathless reply.
"Well, it wasn't the food, otherwise, we would all have your issue."
This drew loud laughter from her husband which cut off quite suddenly when Hermione slanted a VERY unhappy glare in his direction.
"No worries, Ginevra," he soothed as his arm slipped around his wife's shoulders, "I am sure Hermione is just a little tired." A devilish smirk aimed at his friend. "She does not get enough rest on school nights."
With that, the two couples split up, each pair returning to Hogwarts under their own steam. Of course, once Hermione and Draco began their journey homeward, he resumed his torment of the poor young woman. The distraction of his breath at her ear while he whispered dark, delicious things and long fingers that pinched and stroked in an equal measure made her feel light-headed with wanting. By the time they arrived back in their shared quarters, Hermione was a wreck.
Draco, of course, promptly decided that a nap was in order.
"Fucker."
This exhalation was met by a small snore.
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