XVIII.
Granger emerged with a beautiful bashful look across her cheeks. Draco smirked. He would have loved to continue his exploration.
“Can I have some other clothes, please?”
Draco let his eyes linger on her bare legs. Without her glamour in place, he could admire the tiny freckles along her smooth skin.
A pop sounded from the door. Granger was startled as Kippy apparated wide-eyed in front of her.
“Master Draco has found Miss Granger!”
“Kippy,” I warned.
“Master Draco has searched so long! But she is here, and she is safe! Kippy is so glad!”
“Kippy.”
“Kippy will bring you the best breakfast! Lots of scones and tea and eggs!”
“Kippy!”
The tiny elf turned her attention to Draco with delirious excitement.
“No one gets to know Miss Granger is here,” he said. “And Miss Granger prefers coffee in the mornings.”
“Of course,” Kippy said, turning back to Granger. “Kippy will bring the best coffee for Miss. Kippy will be right back!”
Kippy disapparated quicker than she’d appeared. Granger crossed her arms over the small jumper in a look of exasperation.
“Clothes,” she begged. “Please.”
“Another exchange?”
Her eyes traced along Draco’s bare torso. She bit her lip and looked at her feet. Draco quirked his brow. He hadn’t intended for that kind of exchange, but he was happy to know she thought of it anyway.
“You behave all of breakfast. No attempted murder or escape. And you eat. Everything.”
She blanched.
“By the sounds of it, Kippy is down there preparing a feast! I can’t eat all of it.”
He didn’t budge. He merely looked at her with a playful innocence.
She cursed under her breath as she stalked back toward the bed. She sat beneath the covers and put her back against the large headboard.
“Fine. No killing. No maiming.”
“There,” he said, placing a few pillows behind his own back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Kippy remained true to her promise and popped back into the bedroom in record time. Heavenly scents filled the space, and Granger marveled at the spread before her. Kippy placed two elegantly dressed breakfast trays on the bed. They were piled with sausages, toast, scones, butter, jams, creams, fruit, and eggs. She popped away and popped back again with a third tray that held a French Press, two cups and saucers, and cream and sugar. She placed these between the two of them in bed and giggled excitedly.
“This all looks so lovely, Kippy,” Granger said with a smile.
Kippy beamed at the praise.
“Kippy is happy to serve Miss. So happy. Enjoy your breakfasts!”
“Thank you,” Draco and Granger said together.
Draco took the cream and sugar and stirred some in the bottom of the cup before pouring over the hot coffee. He handed the cup to Granger. She gaped at him.
“How do you know how I take my coffee?”
“We were in school together for years, Granger. And we work together.”
“I lived with Ronald for years, and he still tried to make me tea for breakfast.”
“Weasley is a twat. I am not.”
He ignored the way she studied him and made his coffee. He stirred in no cream but did add one sugar. He felt her studying his every move. So he reached over, opened the Prophet, and began reading while sipping his coffee. Granger eventually turned to her own display of food before her. She took the Quibbler from his tray and started reading through that. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Her hair was an untamed mass between them, but Draco found himself admiring the wildness of it over his paper. He could feel her eyes shift over to him every few moments and watch his mouth or linger on his exposed torso.
His back and arms were mostly covered in Pansy’s artwork. She’d been drawing him tattoos since the war ended. He had a trusted artist in Diagon Alley that followed Pansy’s designs meticulously. The large Hungarian Horntail on his back had her wings extended, breathing a magical black and green flame.
He’d left his chest bare so far, but he had a few ideas working for how to cover the rest of him. His father had become furious when he first learned of them. Draco knew one day he’d cover both hands, too. But those were future projects.
Draco finished the Prophet, and Granger naturally reached over and traded him the Quibbler. They continued eating and drinking in silence as they read through the news. He looked over and noticed Granger’s coffee was nearly gone, so he filled it again. She noticed he ate his sausages first and slipped the remaining two links she hadn’t eaten onto his plate. He didn’t get fruit on his plate, he rarely ate it, but he couldn’t resist taking a stab of Granger’s apple slices. She looked over at him as she picked up an apple slice.
“I never told you thank you,” she said.
He looked at her over the Quibbler.
“The apples,” she offered him another slice held delicately in her fingers. “You fed me every morning for over a year.”
He lowered the magazine and brought his mouth down over the apple slice in her hand. His lips brushed along her fingers, and he heard her sharp intake, just like he had in the lift that day. He smiled as he chewed.
“Ever the gentleman,” he said. “Isn’t that what you say?”
She gave him a quick glare before distracting herself with the paper again. He didn’t miss the redness that crept up her neck. She finished her scone and managed to slide a piece of toast and another egg over to Draco’s plate.
“You were supposed to be eating breakfast,” he said behind the magazine. “Not transferring the food to my plate.”
“I ate so much!”
He gave her a look.
“Please,” she implored.
He sighed and vanished their breakfast trays with a slice of his wand. She excitedly climbed out and stood at the foot of the bed expectantly. He twirled his wand around his fingers and tapped his chin several times as he contemplated his choices. He grinned and pointed his wand at her. Instantly his quidditch robes were transformed into her Hogwarts uniform. But with a significantly shorter hem and the top three buttons left undone. She blanched at the indecent skirt length and pulled at it.
“Malfoy!”
He cracked a smile.
“You’re right,” he said. “I forgot you’re a Slytherin now.”
He flourished his wand, and her robes were transformed into the traditional green, black, and silver colors of his house colors. The hem remained dangerously short, and another one of her top buttons popped open. She cursed and covered her chest with her hands.
“Malfoy!”
He shrugged as he admired her in green.
“I quite like this look on you, Granger. Tell me I have potions homework due.”
She growled at him.
“Something functional, please. I didn’t even try to stab you with my butter knife.”
Draco let his mind wander, and his wand flicked again. He transformed her school robes into a stringy bit of black lingerie. Complete with stockings, garters, and black heels. He admired the way the construction of the piece pushed her full breasts together.
“Urgh!”
She squealed at this one, which sent Draco into a fit of laughter. She tried to grab the blankets from the bed to cover herself, but he drew them back to himself.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised. “No need to hide, Granger. I can assure you this outfit is entirely functional.”
Her face was crimson now, and so was her chest. Her wild hair made her all the more alluring. He drank in the sight before him, and his cock twitched eagerly below the blankets.
“You’re insufferable!”
Too soon, he transformed her into a pair of denim like she wore the day before and a large emerald green jumper. He gave her thick socks, boots, a scarf, a hat, gloves, and a coat. She was completely covered now.
“This seems a bit extreme,” she mumbled beneath the scarf blocking her mouth.
Draco stood up and transformed out of his low-hanging pajama bottoms and into a pair of black pants, boots, and a matching emerald sweater.
“I thought you’d want to see the grounds. Get some fresh air.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Unless you’d rather go back to the previous outfit choice and find a way to be entertained indoors.”
The suggestion caught her off-guard as she stumbled over her words. She finally relented and walked toward the door. But he caught her hand in his and apparated them straight to the pathway below his window. His disappointment was palatable.