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The Wedding	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione stood pacing outside the door to the spa. She felt nervous and she was desperately trying to tell herself that she had no reason to be. Yes, she had taken Ginny’s advise and, yes, it had worked, Draco was now fully satisfied for the next couple of hours but still Hermione was nervous. It was a bachelor part for heaven’s sake! There would be drinking and male bravado and probably strippers knowing Blaise. What girlfriend wouldn’t be nervous?

“Oh Hermione you’re here!” Lavender squealed.

The rest of the girls had arrived and Hermione sighed with relief, she still hadn’t worked out how to calm her nerves but now she knew she’d be forced to push the matter aside as they begun Lavender’s hen’s night.

“Ok so here is the plan” Lavender begun, “We’re starting with massages, followed by pedicures and manicures. Then, we’ll be taken to meet some of the stylists I hired for each girl and chose an outfit, lastly it’ll be hair and make up and then we’ll head to the club. Did I mention I have planned to ply us all with champagne at the same time?”

“That sounds amazing Lav!” Mia exclaimed, the excitement in her voice contagious.

“Yeah well Blaise’s money has to be good for something” Gabriella remarked.

Hermione wanted to defend Lavender, telling the snotty girl that Lavender would never marry a man for their money. The couple had been dating since half way through 7^th year and anyone who knew them back then, and through the war, and now could tell you what Blaise and Lavender had was love. However, Ginny sent Hermione a look that clearly told her to let it go, so Hermione watched as Lavender took the hit, frowned but then brightened right back up – it was her hen’s night after all.

“Whatever Gabriella, I’ve got the diamond” she spoke cheerfully, “Ok girls lets go!”

As they approached the doors to the spa in their little group, the girls spoke excitedly, nothing sounded better to them then an afternoon of pampering.

“Welcome” a nicely done up lady greeted them, “We’ve spilt you all up into pairs, two girls per room and the bride on her own, for your massages”

Hermione was ushered off to a room with Mia who was beaming. She seemed like a sweet girl, Mia, and Hermione was glad to be paired with her. On the way there Mia spoke excitedly about how she’d never been a bridesmaid before, let alone gone to a wedding. She quizzed Hermione on some of the traditions and positively squealed at the thought of the waltzes.

“Good afternoon ladies” a handsome young man greeted them, “My name is Stephan and this is Clay and we’ll be your masseurs today”

Hermione had to discretely pinch herself to keep from gasping as she gazed upon the two men standing before them. Not only were they both incredibly good looking but they were shirtless! What kind of spa was this? Could Hermione expect this from every room they ventured into today? She was going to kill Lavender, while Hermione was no longer a prude, she still held some conservative values and Lavender would have known how Hermione would feel about letting some half naked man touch her!

“Clay and myself will step out for a minute. If you could remove your clothes and lay face down on the tables? Just place the towels over yourself”

They left and Hermione turned to Mia,

“Mia I don’t think I can do this” she said, panicked.

Mia looked at her confused, “Heavens! Why not?”

Hermione knew why not, Draco, this didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel appropriate.

“Hermione you’re not thinking about Draco are you?!” Mia asked, when fed up waiting for Hermione to reply, “Its just a massage! I promise I won’t let you marry one of them. Draco knows you’re at the spa, surely he would expect something like this?”

Hermione nodded, “Of course he would but I don’t think he would have expected half naked men to be doing the massages! He doesn’t like other men touching me, let alone half naked ones!”

For a second, Mia was silent before she stepped forward and took Hermione’s hands in her own,

“Let me ask you something Hermione. Do you love Draco?”

“Of course!”

“Would you ever cheat on him if you were given the chance?”

“No!”

“Exactly!” Mia answered, “You are a strong, independent woman! Everything that happens to us is a result of our own actions, consequences to our bad decisions. Now if you are adamant that you love Draco and that you’d never cheat on him then there is no problem. Have the massage by the gorgeous half naked man and then, later on, if you still feel strange about it, you can tell Draco. Alright?”

“Of course you’re right” Hermione agreed, “Sorry Mia, I didn’t mean to have a panic attack but thanks for talking me down”

“You’re welcome” Mia beamed at her once more, “Now lets get massaged!”

Xxxxx

Draco greeted Blaise down at the hotel bar and ordered himself a firewhiskey while they waited on the other guys to arrive.

“So what’s the plan?” Draco asked Blaise.

“Well you and I finish our drinks here while we wait for everyone else then I’ve booked a car to take us around to another hotel closer to the club. I’ve hired the room for the night there. It’s catered and stocked to the ceiling with booze and then we’ll do what guys do at bachelor parties and watch strippers”

Draco nodded, he’d expected as much.

“Now I’ve got a question for you” Blaise told him, “and it will probably seem very out of the blue since its so late but this is the first time we’ve actually been alone together in a while and I didn’t feel it was proper to ask in front of others”

Draco smirked, “Blaise if you have any problems with your sex life those are best discussed with the future missus or a therapist. The only tips I can give you, I’m told are banned between a married couple, it would make the rest of “forever after” too exciting”

“Prick” Blaise laughed, “No my question is about Hermione…”

Blaise could see he’d caught Draco’s full attention when he said this as Draco raised an eyebrow slightly,

“Go ahead” he spoke, cautiously.

“What’s so special?” Blaise asked bluntly, “Seven months ago, when you and I last went out you were condemning me for even considering proposing to Lavender. You referred to yourself, if I am correct, as “an eternal bachelor” and you were! I can barely remember a morning when I didn’t floo you and you had to shoo some girl out of your bed and then, suddenly, you did a complete 180 and now you’re all about a serious relationship? Now you know I love Hermione, I think she’s an amazing girl but I’m dying to know why she’s so special?”

Draco shrugged, “I don’t know Blaise, it just happened. One minute I’m minding my own business, fucking whoever I wanted to fuck, and the next thing I know I’m seeing her in a different way and the thought of any man but myself touching her intimately drives me mad. There was nothing else I could do, trust me I tried fighting it, but at the end of the day I’d rather fuck the one girl with the knowledge that as long as she’s in my bed she can’t be in anyone else’s rather then boil away to nothing watching her experience other men”

For a moment Blaise seemed to consider this, then he shook his head and laughed,

“That has to be the most selfish confession of love I have ever heard but good on you mate”

“Ok Zabini. Lets get this bachelor party on a road” Felix shouted out, as himself, Harry and Ron stood at the door of the bar waiting.

Xxxxx

“Merlin that massage was amazing” Ginny groaned pleasantly.

The girls had all been moved into another room, the next stage of their hen’s night. Six comfortable lounge chairs had been placed in the room and arranged into a circle. Each girl sat on a chair, a glass of champagne in hand, as a manicurist and pedicurist worked on each girl. As per Lavender’s instructions, a ‘Muffliato’ charm had been cast so the workers could not hear the girl’s conversation.

“Ok” Lavender spoke up, “In true ‘girls get-together’ fashion its time to spill. We’ve all had the minimum two glasses of champagne required, now we’re going to ask the questions everyone’s been dying to know”

“Oh! I’ve got one” Ginny said, “Lavender how big is Blaise?”

“Ginny!” Hermione scolded, “You can’t ask that!”

“No No, Hermione! That’s the whole point!” Lavender giggled, “These are the questions everyone is dying to know!”

Hermione fell quiet. She was still on edge, she knew it, it was her nerves coming back into play. Relax, she told herself, have another glass of champagne. You knew this type of conversation would be happening, Ginny practically told you it would be happening. You’ve discussed the details of your sex life before, you know Draco doesn’t care. But Hermione knew deep down why she was nervous. Gabriella was in the room, she was in the room and she’d already made one attempt today at getting her claws into Draco, would Hermione’s praise of his sexual prowess serve to encourage her?

“To answer your question Ginny. I’ve never actually gotten out a tape measure and taken exact measurements but lets just say he’s a lot larger then average”

“How do you know?” Ginny giggled.

“Because during our first time Blaise put a lot of time into making sure I was completely ready for him, like we’re talking about a lot of foreplay and he still ripped me so badly I’d had to ask him to heal me once we were done. I adjusted though, over time”

A round of catcalls rang around the room as Lavender giggled and blushed.

“Sarah” Lavender addressed, “You dated that Cory kid right? Is it true he gives amazing head?”

“I could barely feel my legs when he was done” Sarah replied, “The foreplay was so good it outshone the sex. You just couldn’t top it”

Seated next to Ginny, Hermione finished her 3^rd glass of champagne, watching as the glass magically refilled itself. She didn’t want to get herself trashed, but she was happy that finally she could begin to feel the alcohol taking effect as the warm feeling of relaxation enveloped her.

“Hermione” Sarah asked, “I think we’re all dying to know this one. What is Draco’s favourite position?”

Hermione watched as Gabriella sat up straighter, well as straight as one could in a lounge chair. She knew Ginny had seen it too but her friend gave her a warm smile and nodded, telling her everything would be fine.

Hermione sighed, “I can’t answer that question Sarah”

A groan circled around their little group but Hermione held up a hand to silence them,

“I can’t answer that question because Draco has so many favourite positions so lets just settle for, he finds the missionary position boring and we rarely do it”

Hermione couldn’t help it, she laughed, as she watched the girl’s reactions. Yes she’d had to sacrifice part of her private life but Hermione was finally beginning to have some fun.

Xxxxx

“Ok ok come on Drake… weirdest place you and Hermione have ever fucked?” Draco laughed, skulling his fifth or sixth glass of whiskey.

For a moment Draco had to pause. It was a decent question but there were so many options.

“Oh do I have to hear this? Really?” Ron groaned.

“Hey Weasal don’t be jealous just because I got there first” Draco sniggered, “Lunda is great and, besides, you’d have been able to able to handle Hermione. She needs a real man”

Another round of laughter burst out from the room’s occupants as Ron, good naturedly tried to thug Draco in the head. They’d formed a good friendship after Draco had joined the Order.

“Now in answer to your question Blaise, I’ve fucked Hermione in a lot of weird places but the weirdest of all those places wasn’t when I fucked her. The weirdest place was when I convinced her to give me a blow job in coach’s office at Montrose stadium”

A spluttering sound echoed around the room as Harry gasped, “No way!”

Draco smirked and shrugged, “Hey when a guy needs a blow, a guy needs a blow. It was all about the finding ideal location though. I took what was available at the time”

“Weasley, you and Luna, strangest place… go” Blaise ordered.

“In the little pond just down from her dad’s house definitely” Ron answered, laughing as he did.

Xxxxx

“What do you think those boys are doing right now?” Luna wondered outloud.

The girls had finished their manicures and pedicures and were being ushered down the hall to a large, more open room to meet their stylists.

“If I know Draco, and I think I do, they are going to be discussing every dirty detail of all our sex lives…” Hermione speculated

“Probably while watching the strippers” Lavender input.

“Strippers?!” Ginny cried

Lavender shrugged, “Its what they do at bachelor parties…”

“No one mentioned strippers” Ginny grumbled.

“Oh let them have their fun” Lavender replied, “The strippers are harmless, it’s the girls at this club tonight that I am worried about. We need to be looking hot ladies”

Giggling, the seven girls arrived in the larger room. Waiting to greet them stood seven different stylists, one appointed to each lady. Lavender had told the girls everything tonight was on her, including the purchase of the dresses, so they were to relax and just have fun.

“Hi” a smartly dressed woman approached Hermione, “I’m Jessica. I’m your chosen stylist”

Hermione smiled at the girl, “Hi Jessica. I’m Hermione but I guess you already know that”

The women, who couldn’t have been any older then her mid-twenties, nodded and leaned in to ask Hermione a question,

“Is it true you’re dating Draco Malfoy? From the Montrose Magpies?”

Shyly, Hermione nodded, “Sweet merlin that’s so awesome! He’s so fit!”

“It is pretty awesome” Hermione replied, politely.

Jessica beamed at her, before taking Hermione’s arm and leading her over to a rack of dresses,

“Ok so these are the dresses I have selected for you as per the future Mrs Zabini’s request. I’ve seen photos of you out and about previous and I’d kind of worked out your style is cute but a little conservative, right?”

Hermione nodded.

“Awesome. Ok then- well because you’re going clubbing I thought –“

“- oh dear me, all these choices” a loud voice rang out across the room.

Hermione and her stylists turned to see that Gabriella’s rack of choices had been set up next to theirs.

“So many choices and not enough time. Hmm I wonder which one Draco will like best…”

Confused, Jessica turned to Hermione who had already turned herself away from Gabriella, her fists clenched tightly in a fist.

“Is she referring to the same Draco Hermione?” Jessica asked her softly.

Hermione nodded, “She’s been at it since we got here this morning. She met him today and she’s been all over him from the start”

Embarrassed, Hermione swiped at the tears that were stinging her eyes,

“I apologise Jessica. I know she’s nothing but a groupie really but its just getting to me a little. Never mind, lets carry on”

She turned back around to address the stylists and caught the girl glaring daggers at Gabriella.

“I have an idea Hermione” she said quietly, so no one could hear, “One that is going to blow that little trollop out of the water. If you’ll trust me?”

A little too surprised at the venom in the girl’s voice to do anything else, Hermione nodded.

“Excellent”

With a swish of Jessica’s wand, partitions surrounded them, blocking Hermione and herself from view of everyone else.

“My partitions also come with a charm that will not allow anyone else to listen in.” the girl explained.

Hermione watched, as Jessica crossed the room and pulled out a small bag from inside her larger stylists bag.

“Now where is it?” she demanded, rummaging through the bag.

After a minute and with a triumphant, “ah!” Jessica pulled a shrunken version of a dress from within the little bag. She flicked her wand and resized it. It was a simple dress, green with faint swirls of black running through the material, and two finger width straps. Hermione could tell from the design of it that it would be made to hug the curves of whoever wore it.

“This” Jessica proclaimed proudly, “shall be your revenge”

“Oh Jessica I don’t know. I never really wear dresses like that. I mean – my body they- I don’t think-“

“Nonsense” the girl said, dismissing Hermione’s worries with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve been hired to style for you remember Hermione? I know all your sizes and measurements. You will look fabulous in this dress”

Xxxxx

“Hello there handsome”

A blonde, busty stripper stood in front of Draco in nothing but a hot pink thong and nipple tassels, a hand on her hip and a smile on her face,

“You must be the best man” she spoke, a wave of seduction in her voice.

Taking a sip from his drink, Draco nodded, “I am”

“I’ll bet you look great in a tux. Can I tempt you with a lap dance Mr Best Man? Its on the house”

Draco glanced around. Blaise was nowhere to be seen, Felix was over in the corner with one of the other girls and the jerking movements he was making didn’t look innocent and Potter and Weasley were playing a game of what looked like strip poker.

“Sure thing” Draco said.

He’d had many a lap dance before, both from professionals, like the stripper, and some of his one night stands working hard to impress him. They’d all ended the same way, Draco cock deep in the girl brave enough to perform for him. However, this time would be different, Draco realized, because this time he had to take Hermione into consideration. In the past it would have been no problem, wham, bam, thank you ma’am, but Draco was pretty sure sleeping with another girl, even a stripper, was going to be considered cheating and Hermione was the type of girl who wouldn’t stand for that, she’d be gone, out the door, and Draco doubted she’d be able to be convinced to come back. No, he couldn’t fuck the stripper tonight, he’d just have to wait for Hermione.

Xxxxx

“Hermione! Wow!”

The girl’s spa treatment had come to an end and they were all preparing to leave, waiting just outside the spa. Through hair and make up, Hermione had kept a bathrobe on, as per Jessica’s instructions so that Gabriella would not have the chance to change outfits when she saw how smoking hot Hermione looked. She was a little uncomfortable but even Hermione had to admit that Jessica’s choice had been a good one. The dress clung tightly to Hermione’s every curve but it did so in a way that showed off her figure sexily, not like a desperate skank trying to get some. Jessica had also charmed the top of the dress to act like a push-up bra so Hermione didn’t actually have to wear one. The dress ended mid-thigh and Jessica had teamed it with a cute pair and black, heeled booties.

“Is that you in there Hermione?” Lavender asked, shocked, “You look amazing!”

To finish the how outfit, Jessica had settled for nude make up tones, because Hermione hated being covered in too much make up, and she’d curled her hair nicely so it hung in looseish neat curls.

Ginny smiled at Hermione happily. That Jessica girl had really known what she was doing, Hermione looked like a freaking super model.

“Ok girls lets party!” Sarah announced.

Down in the lobby of the hotel, a large stretch limo had been parked, waiting for the 7 bachelorettes. As with Hermione and Draco’s car that morning, it was driven purely by magic. As they waited their turn to climb inside the limo, Ginny turned to Hermione,

“When we get to the club, Draco is barely going to be able to keep his hands off you but Hermione you must play hard to get”

“But he’s already got me?”

Ginny laughed, “Of course he does but just because you’re dating him doesn’t mean you can’t play a little hard to get. Relationship or not, Draco will still love the thrill of the chase – just for a little bit”

“Ok” Hermione said, beaming.

Screw Gabriella, she thought, I’m going to have some fun tonight.
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