The following Saturday Hermione awoke and decided that it was a beautiful day for a ride on her motorcycle. She took a long hot shower and then put her riding gear on which consisted of black leather pants with a black leather jacket that was tight fitting to her body.
Grabbing her helmet she made her way out the door and down to the private garage below her condo. She hopped on her bike and she was off.
She loved the feel of the air whizzing past her and she loved the adrenaline rush of going so fast and knowing that at any moment her life could end. Because of all the things that happened in the war she sort of became an adrenaline junky. She was into all new types of things now like rock climbing, skydiving, snowboarding, cliff diving. Anything that would get her heart pounding.
Although now she had something else that was making her heart pound these days.
She didn’t know what it was about him but in his presence she felt like he was slowly inch by inch undressing her and imagining her naked, and that’s how she felt when he looked at her. Like she was standing stark naked in front of him. It sent delicious shivers down her body to think of being with Malfoy that way.
She had to admire the way he was built. All those years of quidditch did him good. She could only imagine the types of muscles he had going on underneath all those clothes.
Hermione shook the arousing thoughts from her head as she listed to the right to go around a bend in the road. Soon Hermione came upon the city and decided to stop in to her favorite coffee shop for a fresh cup.
Draco was sitting inside next to the window in a coffee shop reading the newspaper when he heard the roar of an engine. He looked out the window and saw someone pull up on a motorcycle. The bike the person was riding was a beauty. It was a gold and black Buell Firebolt XB12R. Draco was impressed. That model had only been made for six years, and it was very fast.
The person on the bike got off and took off their helmet. They had their back to Draco and when a fit of Brown curly hair fell from the helmet he was even more impressed to see that a woman was riding the bike.
His gaze drifted to her sweet little ass that was being cupped by the tight fitting black pants. Draco’s jaw dropped when she turned around and he saw it was Granger.
He felt a fire wall of lust building inside of him. He didn’t know what it was about Granger but when he saw her on the beach that day, standing in the sand in only a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top, he knew she wasn’t the old Granger anymore and he couldn’t help but want her.
Hermione laid her helmet on the seat of her bike and walked into the coffee shop. She stepped up to the counter, ordered her drink and turned to find a seat and she locked eyes with him.
Her stomach began to knot. She was sick of this feeling he arose in her and decided she was going to push past all of the lustful thoughts and be friendly. He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to join him. She slid into the other side of the booth and forced a smile.
“Fancy seeing you here Mr. Malfoy.” Draco chuckled at the formality.
“Hermione I feel that knowing each other for so long it is sufficient to call me by my first name.” He took a sip of his coffee and laid his newspaper down on the table.
Hermione folded her hands in front of her on the table, “I agree, but we are in different circumstances now because you happen to own the company I work for.”
Draco smirked but before he could retort a young boy-around the age of sixteen he guessed- sat Hermione’s coffee down in front of her. She smiled at him, and he flushed bright red and walked away with a large grin on his face.
Draco followed the boy with his eyes as the lad made his way back to the counter. Turning his gaze to Hermione he spoke,
“You know he is going to go home and tell all his hormonal friends about the gorgeous brunette he served coffee to at work. And since I was once a young boy I know he will most likely tell them a story that includes you taking him to the back and seducing him on top of a bag of coffee beans.”
Hermione smiled into her coffee cup. He was actually flirting with her. And being playful! This was a different kind of Draco Malfoy, and she quite liked it. She decided to play along.
“Well he did steal my heart, I may have to offer him a tip later.” She set her cup down and noticed a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
“He would be a very lucky man Hermione. Very lucky indeed.” He kept his eyes on hers as he took another sip of coffee.
His gaze was red hot, she felt flushed, and she could feel the desire trying to claw its way to the surface. She cleared her throat and stood to leave.
“I better be going. Lots of film to be developed today.” She felt him behind her as she made her way out the door and to her bike. She turned to say something to him and he had her caged in between his chest and the bike. He was so close she could smell his cologne. The desire she had felt before was bubbling up again.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him so they were center to center. She could feel the heat radiating between them.
Softly, he ran his hand over the taught leather clinging to her thigh. Her breathing was hitched, and she knew he could feel the heat coming off her skin through the leather. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe he had this effect on her.
“It makes me wonder, after all this time, why you are affecting me this way now.” His hand left her thigh to grasp at the ends of her curling hair.
“One day, very soon Hermione, I’m going to run my hands through your hair. And you will be naked when I do it.” Arousal coursed through her body. She could hear the lust in his voice and saw the heat in his eyes.
How could he have these types of feelings for her? She was thinking about uncovering that god-like body when his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Are you sleeping with anyone?”
She pushed him away from her.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Are you sleeping with anyone? It’s not a tough question to answer Hermione.”
“Not that it’s any of your business but no, at the moment I’m not.”
She folded her arms across her chest and stared haughtily at him.
He smirked at her.
“Good, I don’t like to share. When I finally take you Hermione, I want to know that I’m the only one that’s seeing your body. The only one that’s arousing you.” She couldn’t believe the things he was saying.
But more so she couldn’t believe the reaction her body was having.
“I’m sorry to be rude Draco but I won’t be sleeping with you. I have a rule about the men I bring to my bed. I have to at least like being in their company.” She turned and put her helmet on and threw her leg over her bike.
She started it up and drove off. Leaving him there smiling to himself.
Oh I’ll have you Hermione. And you will be writhing underneath me, screaming my name. Of that I’m sure.
And there's chapter three! Sorry chapter two took so long to get up, i send it in for validation over a month ago and it got denied and then there was some confusion when I was trying to fix it, I ended up sending it in for revalidation like four times. But I have many more chapters to come and i hope you are enjoying it! I would really love a banner!
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