On their first date, he takes her to Paris. They
have lunch in a tiny Muggle restaurant, which servesDraco
assures herthe best Soup au Pistou in the whole of
France, then they saunter down the Champs-Elysées, sheltering
from a sudden but perfect shower of spring rain in a little bookshop,
just off the main avenue.
On their second date, he takes her to Rome, because shes
told him that shes always wanted to see the Coliseum.
For their third date, she insists on making the arrangements.
Well go to the seaside, she says, all excited,
and she looks so cute, with her eyes sparkling and her cheeks
flushed, that he really doesnt listen to what shes
saying, which is a mistake because, when she leaves, she thinks
that hes as entranced by the prospect as she is.
He doesnt want to look like a prat, so he obtains some
of those bits of metal and slips of paper that, apparently, pass
for money in the Muggle world and, venturing out into Muggle London,
he buys a Muggle suitjust a simple, single-breasted wool-mohair
in charcoal grey.
As he studies himself in the mirror, straightening his Muggle
tie and securing it with a Muggle pin, he wonders if hell
ever get Granger into bed.
Shes lovely and shes sexy, and he wants her, and
Draco Malfoy has never had any trouble seducing womenhalf
the time, he doesnt even know how he does itit just
But with Granger...
With Granger he finds he can be himselfthe self thats
clever, and curious, and likes to think things through, the self
that enjoys catching an idea, and running with it, and then passing
it back to its ownerand, because of that, hes afraid
of getting it wrong, afraid of frightening her off, afraid of
ruining what they already have.
Hes afraid of losing her.
From the moment she said shed go out with him, he hasnt
wanted anyone else.
Which means he hasnt had sex in over a month.
Its driving him up the wall.
If he and Granger dont do it soon, hes going to crack
up, and go on a bloody killing spree.
She arrives at the gates of Malfoy Manor in a Muggle car.
Its red and shiny andactuallyquite an attractive
She lowers the glass in the window and, leaning across the empty
seat, says, Use the door handle.
It takes him several attempts.
Mind your head, she saystoo lateas he
climbs inside. Put your seat belt on. More fumbling.
What on earth are you wearing?
A Muggle suit, he says, automatically straightening
Draco, were going to the seaside! She pulls
out her wand.
What are you doing?
Ill transfigure it back later. Now, lets see...
Horrified, he watches her turn his hand-made shoes into massive
white clogsTheyre called trainers,
she sayshis slim-cut trousers into rough, blue work wear
that chafes in the most personal placesjeans,and
his rather elegant, dark grey jacket into a light grey cardigan-thing
with one of those Muggle zips up the front and thats
Granger leans back, surveying her handiwork, and pronounces him
Draco doesnt know what that means, but he has his suspicions.
And, if hes right, hows he ever going to get
her into his bloody bed?
The drives quite enjoyable, once hes realised that
the vehicles approaching head-on always get out of the way in
time, and has stopped bracing himself for a collision. The seats
comfortable, the musics excitingI knew youd
like Metallica,and the little thing that raises
and lowers the windows
Draco, will you stop doing that!
Granger tells him that the cars called a Portia,
and belongs to her fatherIts his pride and joy,and
that hes lent it to her specially for their date.
From that, Draco deduces that Mr Granger will be wanting to inspect
him sometime very soon.
Maybe the shagging should wait a little longer...
As they approach the seaside, the sun disappears behind a blanket
of thick cloud, and the puddles in the road tell them theyve
just missed a heavy downpour.
Granger parks the car, and they head towards the sea front in
search of fun.
Most of the shops seem to be closed.
Well, its April, says Granger, but that
means weve got it all to ourselves. Come on, lets
go down to the sea!
They crunch their way over mounds of shinglewhich isnt
easy wearing great big trainers, though he supposes he
should be grateful hes not ruining his new Muggle shoesand
they walk along the waters edge, holding hands.
After a few yards, Draco forgets the cold, and the damp, and
the fact that its impossible to see where the grey of the
sea becomes the slightly lighter grey of the sky, and just enjoys
They talk about the tide, and how its governed by the moon,
and they speculate on how the moons pull might also affect
magic, and hes feeling so comfortable with her, so close
to her, that he wonders whether nows the time to solicit
her thoughts on the subject of S E X
Do you know how to skim a stone? she asks.
She does, and it seems that her beloved father taught
her how to do it, so Draco decides to show willing, and let her
You need to find yourself a flat stone, she says.
Thats a good one, there.
He picks it up.
Hold it like this,she shows him how to position
his fingersand throw it like this, with a flick of
Grangers stone bounces across the surface of the sea.
Dracos stone disappears with a emasculating plop.
He sighs, mortified.
Try again, she says.
He considers attempting some wandless magic.
Shall we eat? he suggests. There must be a
I know one! She pulls him back up the beach.
The place is called McDonalds, though theres nothing
Scottish about it as far as Draco can see, and the foods
called a Happy Meal, about which, he decides, the less
said the better.
Grangers savouring her cheeseburger as though its
Draco decides to stick to the fries, since hes no idea
what a burgers made from, even after hes tasted
it, and he knows for a fact that what theyre calling
cheese is actually some of that Muggle junk hes
read about. Hes also dubious about the method by which Muggles
turn milk into an evil-looking pink substance thats
neither liquid nor solid, but something in between...
Dont you like milkshake, Draco?
What now? he asks.
Granger looks up and down the deserted street. Its started
raining. The arcade, she says, and they run for shelter.
Its a madhouse.
The place is crammed with Muggle machines, all flashing lights
and making strange noisesdings and pings and fanfares and
snatches of inane melody.
Granger tells him theyre games.
He stops in front of a glass case filled with egg-shaped objects
made from Muggle plastica substance he learned about in
Muggle Studiesand he carefully reads the rules.
Then he scrutinises the mechanism.
It seems straightforwardyou use the levers to control a
metal claw-thing, lower it into the eggs, pick one up, and drop
it into a hole. The eggs contain prizes, whichfrom the pictures
pasted on the front of the casearent worth having,
but Granger says its not about winning, its
about having fun playing.
He digs his hand in the pocket of his jeans, finds the appropriate
Muggle cointhe game helpfully provides a diagram of a poundfeeds
it into the slot, and grasps the controls.
Its harder than he expectedtiny movements of the
levers translate to huge movements of the claw, and by the time
hes learned to nudge the thing gently his moneys run
He finds another pound andusing his newly acquired
skillshe tries again.
The eggs are smooth and rounded and, when you tighten the claws
grip, they simply pop out.
He finds yet another Muggle pound, manoeuvres the claw
into position, slips his hand into his pocket and, keeping his
wand hidden, applies a Sticking Charm.
Malfoy, barks the Voice of Righteous Indignation,
behind him, one!
Hes so startled, he almost loses the lot, butquickly
regaining his composurehe manages to shed all but one of
the eggs, which he swings over the hole, and drops.
It rolls out of the machine with a satisfying thunk.
Draco picks it up.
But Granger confiscates it. You cheated, she
Have you any idea how hard it was to alter that
Sticking Charm? he complains.
When the lights failing, and the torrential rain has dampened
even Grangers enthusiasm, they dash back to the car, and
she drives him to an Olde Worlde country pub.
In the car park she transforms his hoodie and jeans
back into his Muggle suit. You look nice, she says.
She transfigures her own jeans and sweater into robes of midnight-blue
velvet. They hug her figure and have a v-shaped neckline cut low
enough to expose just the right amount ofabsolutely mouthwateringcleavage.
Draco bites his lip.
Come on, she says.
The pubs quiet, and they take a table beside the fire,
andpretty soonwith the delicious food, the unexpectedly
good Muggle wine, and the excellent conversation, Draco relaxes,
and realisesyet againjust how much he enjoys Grangers
Hes watching her sip her wine when something occurs to
him. Should you be drinking that? he asks. I
mean, I thought the Muggles had laws against drinking and driving.
I thought wed stay the night, she says.
Draco cant believe how calmly shes said it, nor how
calmly hes taking it.
Ive booked us rooms, she adds.
It takes a moment for the plural to sink in. Rooms...?
he stammers. Oh. Yes, of course.
Whatever happened to the bloody Slytherin Sex God?
After a nightcap, they climb the stairs, and Draco escorts Granger
to her door.
She smiles. See you in the morning.
In his own room, he undresses slowly, concentrating on folding
and hanging his clothes to keep his mind off the terrible prospect
of never, ever, having sex again.
Merlin, this cant go on!
He sits on the bed in his silk pyjama bottomstransfigured
from his boxersand ponders whethermaybethered
been some coded invitation, some hint of Come to my room and
shag me senseless in her See you in the morning.
No, he decides.
He holds his head in his hands.
Shes the only woman he wants, the only woman he can imagine
ever wanting in the future, and she just doesnt seem
His bedroom door opens and closes.
Draco looks up.
She has her coat wrapped around her but, as he watches, she lets
it fall to the floor...
Oh. Fucking. Merlin.
Shes wearing a tiny black night robe of some filmytransparentmaterial,
thats fastened down the front with scarlet ribbons, tied
in little bows. It gapes slightly across her deliciously full
breasts, and the hem of its lace-edged skirt, barely reaching
the top of her long, black-stockinged legs, draws the eye straight
to her lovely bush.
Granger... he whispers.
He cant stand upthings are too far advanced down
thereso he just stretches out his arms, and she comes
to him, and straddles him, settling a knee either side of him,
and lowering herself onto his lap.
Granger... He buries his face in her gorgeous hair.
Then he slides his hands down to her arse, and cups itMerlin,
its two perfect handfulsand pulls her closer.
Granger seems as aroused as he is, rubbing herself on his erection,
and moaning softly.
When you said good night, he whispers, I thought
you meant it.
I wanted to surprise you.
Oh, youve done that.
Her hand slips between them, into his pyjamas and, grasping his
cock, she shifts her hips to come up on her knees.
Are you sure youre ready? he murmurs against
her cheek. Hes big, and he needs to be careful with her.
She leans back, smiling. Do you want to take the lead?
Oh, Granger... He leans in, and kisses her mouth.
No, but it might be best, this time.
Hes so hard, its torture. He knows that, however
much he tries, hell come the moment he enters her, and he
decides that hell just have to let it happenthen,
at least, itll be out of the wayand he warns her,
promising that hell make it up to her as soon as he can.
It doesnt matter, she says, brushing her thumb
across his lips. Whatever happens, itll be special,
because its our first time.
He lays her on her back, and prepares her with gentle touches
and squeezes, and lots of kisses and, when hes sure that
shes ready for him, he enters her gradually, giving her
body the chance to adjust.
It takes a while, but he lasts much longer than hed expected,
and its actually Grangers expression that does him
inher mixture of pride, and triumph, and sheer animal pleasure
when she realises she has all of him inside herthat makes
him come with the violence of a months pent-up need.
Her voice is husky.
Hes never heard a woman sound so aroused.
He raises his head and, panting, gazes down at her. Shes
about to explode with desire. Im so sorry, he
gasps, Im so, so... He lifts his body, and reaches
down, intending to help her.
But, No, she says, grasping his wrist. No,
I dont want it like that. I want it with you inside
me. Please, Draco. I can wait.
Thank Merlin it never takes him long to recover! He slides his
arms around her and, gathering her up, he kisses every inch of
her but that one, until hes hard enough to give her
what she needs.
Hes been planning to use everything he knows, every trick
hes learned from other women, to give Granger the best sex
shes ever hadbut, in the end, he just follows his
heart. Gently, he moves her from position to position, reacting
to her response, and he doesnt stop after her first climax,
nor after her second, but only after hes turned her onto
her stomach, and found that place that drives women crazy and,
thrusting hard and grinding his hips, hes made Hermione
Granger shriek his nameDraco! Oh, Draco! Oh! OH! DRACOOO!like
Youve had a lot of women, havent you?
she says, afterwards.
Only one that counts.
Thats such a crap line, Malfoy.
Its not a line, he says, trying to make her
understand. Id never bullshit you, Granger. Youre
differentwere different. Thats why I
waited until you were readywhy Id still be waiting,
now, if you hadnt come to me tonight. Id have been
fit to murder someone, but Id have waited.
She shifts in his arms, and smiles up at him. Its
traditional, you know, she says, amongst Muggles,
to do it on the third date.
Youd tell me anything.
She laughs. It is! But I wasnt sure I was
going to, until I saw your prize.
This. She tugs at her tiny night robe. Its
what you won on the Lucky Crane. I had to alter it a bittransfigure
the fabric, and make it bigger across the chest.
I see... Draco toys with the scarlet ribbons straining
to contain her breasts, and lets his fingertip brush the velvety
cleavage beneath. If its mine, he says, do
I get to play with it again?
Whenever you want, says Granger, grinning. And
I think that now would be a particularly good time to start.