Chapter Five: Nothing

It was only a little after midnight, and after her rashes have fully gone away that Hermione decided to settle in her house and get comfortable.

She started off by pulling on her most comfortable granny panties and an oversized shirt.

Not a really sexy sight – in fact, not at all.

She removed her makeup, and released her hair from the style she had put on for her date earlier. She dived into her couch and switched on the telly.

She sighed occasionally, thinking about Draco Malfoy – and what would have happened if she had not put on those french knickers.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who could it be, at this hour?" she whispered to herself, getting off from the couch and walking to the door.

She opened it to reveal Draco Malfoy, the man she had spent the past few hours thinking about.

"Draco?"
"Nice panties, Granger," he grinned.

"Draco, what are you doing here?"
"Granger, what happened earlier?"
"Well, I … the french knickers I had on gave me rashes so I had to, umm," she trailed off, blushing furiously.

"I thought so, you did have those french knickers on," he laughed, "Did you think that my favourite piece of women's underwear is the french knickers, Granger?"
"Well, I just, oh I don't know," she slammed the door after she was sure Draco Malfoy was fully inside her house.

She turned away in embarrassment and anger for god-knows-what, and asked, "Wine, Draco?"z

"Actually, no, I'd very much like to skip the wine and go on to whatever happens after the wine," he said.

Hermione remembered her confession earlier and was suddenly in the shade of a telephone box.

Draco walked towards her, looking like a predator about to pounce on its prey. And she didn't mind the least bit.

Despite being embarrassed at being caught a second time wearing granny panties by Draco Malfoy, she couldn't do anything about it but stand there, in all her granny-pantied glory, anticipating.

Draco's arms circled her waist and pressed himself against her.
"Every man has a favourite piece of women's underwear, Granger. For me with you, it's these granny panties," he fingered the waistband of said granny panties, and leaned in to whisper in her ears, "And in a while, my favourite piece of woman's underwear on you would be … nothing, Granger."

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Safe to say, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy found nothing wrong with granny panties.

FIN.

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