Chapter Thirty Three: Harsh Negotiations

                                    

                                          
	"I have no doubts you'll think of something. Now for my next term..." He pretended to think, but then magically had a swift idea, "You sleep four nights a week at the Manor." 
	"Three." 
	"Four." 
	"Two." 
	"I'll take three." He grumbled before raising an eyebrow, "Do you agree?" 
	Hermione knew she should have borrowed Ginny's hex book. "Yes." 
	"Yes, what?" 
	"Yes, Draco." She gritted out. 
	He smiled at the venom in her tone before releasing another charm that bound her left ankle. Now she could kick him if he wasn't still at the edge of the bed. "We cook dinner with each other once a week." 
	She perked up at this one. "Only once?" 
	"Twice?" He was careful to keep the hope out of his voice, but Hermione could see it swimming in his eyes, turning a few ice shards blue. She nodded easily, causing a permanent upward tilt to his lip as he removed the charm on her left arm. "Hmm..." 
	Hermione cleared her throat, smiling innocently. "May I negotiate the last term?" 
	Draco eyed her with heavy suspicion, "What's the term?" 
	"It's my punishment for binding me. You can't touch me for 24 hours." 
	"Why would I agree to that?" 
	Her smile turned evil. "Because if you don't, I won't let you touch me for a week." 
	"You wouldn't last a week." 
	The brunette raised her eyebrows, confidence ensuing from her tone. "You know precisely how stubborn I am. Do you really believe out of mere spite, it's impossible?" 
	"Callous witch." Draco grumbled, "I agree." 
	"You agree to what?" 
	He swore under his breath, "I agree not to touch you for 24 hours." 
	Hermione nodded in approval, smirking. "Let me go, Draco." 
	The last charm was undone and she scooted off the bed, grabbing the bag. "I'll show you what was in the bag. But you'll have to wait here. I'm not going anywhere besides the bathroom real quick." 
	Draco nodded, sitting on the bed as he seemed not to think much of it other than her needing to use the loo, and she didn't want him peeking inside at the bag before she was done. 
	Little did he know that as soon as the door closed, she shed her clothes. Hermione used magic because there was no hope of her putting on the bustier and garters correctly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. 
	Her breasts were spilling over slightly which would be lewd and erotic without overdoing it. It would be enough to catch his stares which she doubt he'd hide regardless. The black material stood out against her skin. She wasn't pale, but she wasn't exactly tan in the autumn rainy months. Something she was very pleased with was that in the space between where the garter connected to the bustier on her thighs, she could still see little love marks Draco had left this morning. 
	The wizard was going to regret having ever fucked with her and for leaving her alone today. She understood why, but that didn't mean she had to like it. 
	Using wand-less magic, she freshened up her hair so that the few curls that were frizzy from all the floo-ing today were now perfect, suave curls that framed her face. She even used a few of the cosmetics that were on her sink counter to enhance the sexy, disheveled look. 
	This was it. 
	She couldn't hesitate. 
	If she thought about it, then she was going to change. 
	Hermione opened the door, seeing that he hadn't expected her to be so quick and was holding a book that had been on her nightstand. The only sound in the room was the heavy thump of Hogwarts: A History falling to the ground. Whatever swotty joke he intended to make was stuck in his throat. 
	The way Draco stared at Hermione made her think that Narcissus himself would tear his gaze away from his reflection in the river to gawk at her. His eyes darkened as his studied her. 
	From the way the corset hugged her breasts...
	From the way the ribbons draped against the soft dips of her hips... 
	From the thin belts that connected her bustier to the sheer garters.. 
	And then to the red and purplish marks he left on her this morning. 
	Hermione smiled placidly at him, crossing her arms which made her breasts spill over a little more. Something he definitely took notice of. "Are you hungry?" 
	"Starved." His voice was low-pitched and slightly hoarse. 
	A smirk wove its way onto her face, "Then let's go eat the food you brought." 
	Draco didn't hesitate to dismiss the idea, "Not what I'm hungry for." 
	"Too bad. You agreed to no touching for 24 hours, Draco." She winked before walking away and ensuring that she added a little sway to her hips. 
	There was an endless amount of swear words in the Oxford English Dictionary, but Hermione was convinced he said about half of them by the time she made it over to the pizza and breadsticks. 
	A small smile graced her. He remembered she liked cheesy breadsticks. Opening the box, she watched as Draco took a seat and looked uncomfortable. 
	"What's got you so sour?" She bit back a laugh, watching as the sour git only grunted in response. Her eyes shined with amusement, "Hmmm...?" 
	He accio'd two plates and a set of silverware for him before glancing at her humorlessly. "What do you want me to say, Granger? That you're the most captivating and stunning witch I've ever seen with a brilliant mind that makes you adore you to no end?" His pretty words turned into that which was familiar with Draco Malfoy's vocabulary, "Is there a ward at St. Mungo's for the care and treatment of those experiencing severe sexual frustration? I think my cock is going to burst through the seams of my pants." 
	Hermione felt warmth spread across her face as she placed a slice of pizza on either plate, "You're being dramatic." 
	Draco scoffed, "I'm being honest, Granger. The only reason you can't take compliments well is because that stupid amoeba didn't value you properly. Luckily for you, I plan to remind you every day that I lo-Like you. A lot." 
	The witch resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Who was the stupid amoeba now? She ignored his slip of the tongue for his benefit and pretended not to notice by accidentally spilling a bit of the sauce from the pizza on the swell of her breast. 
	She was going to have a fun time teasing him now. Hermione ignored his prying eyes, swiping her finger across the swell and licking the pad of her finger in the same manner she did earlier that morning. 
	There wasn't a need to look at him to know he was likely giving her the iciest glare he could manage. 
	Instead, she asked him a question after taking a bite of her food, "How did today go?" 
	Draco was cutting into the pizza with enough force that she was worried he was going to break the plate. "Fucking ridiculous. Blaise did push Astoria and he was beating himself up over it and then had a bloody panic attack I had to get him through. He's so desperate to find a cure for her that he isn't thinking logically and making stupid decisions." 
	"Would you? Think logically? If it was me?" Hermione asked, regretting the question immediately. She needed to stop asking questions she was afraid to hear the answer to. 
	He shook his head once, his voice surprisingly soft considering the foul mood he was in. "No, Hermione. I wouldn't." Draco's voice turned stern, "But I would never hurt you." 


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