Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Paris Part Two

*Hello I didn't die I've just been a little busy and I may or may not have dyed my hair purple. Someone that my or may not have purple hair is JK Rowling. I'm pretty sure she doesn't have purple hair and I'm really sure she wrote to Harry Potter franchise. By the way I read the comments and I like the feedback/suggestions just don't tell me to update because it will happen. Hermione's dress is up above. I don't describe it in the chapter so if you don't want to use your imagination, there's a dress.*

Hermione enjoyed certain kinds of shopping. Shopping for novels and wandering around foreign grocery stores discovering new unique foods were among her favorite types of shopping. Clothes shopping was amongst her least favorite. Hermione didn’t hate her body and she was far from insecure but trying on clothes was not a pleasant experience. She had a flat chest and wide hips so nothing ever fit her correctly. Most clothing items were created for slim women and her shapely figure never fit just right. There was always a flaw with the garment and she found it frustrating.

Hermione slipped the deep green dress over her head and looked in the mirror. Yes the dress fit but it looked awkward on her. It was too tight on the bottom and too loose so the neckline was a little too scandalous.

“Hermione? Is everything alright, Love?” Draco called from outside of the dressing room. 

“No, nothing fits correctly,” Hermione sighed, “We should just go to another store.”

“I’m sure it’s not terrible just show me.”

Hermione opened the dressing room door and eyed Draco, “It’s bad.”

Draco smirked, “Well I like it.”

“You like it because it shows off my ass and it’s low cut.”

A sales associate walked up to the couple and eyed Hermione up and down, “We can have it tailored and sent to your hotel.” She had sleek blonde hair and her french accent was very thick.

“That’s not necessary, we’re only here for a few days and I just need clothes for the trip,” Hermione responded.

“Do you ship internationally?” Draco asked. The sales woman nodded, “Perfect. I’ll give you the address when we check out. Do you have anything else that would suit this beautiful woman?”

“Is there a budget I should stick to?” Draco shook his head and the woman smiled wickedly. She disappeared towards the front of the boutique. 

Draco turned towards his girlfriend and she gave him a pointed look, “What’s the problem? I know you like the dress and there’s nothing wrong with getting clothing tailored.”

“Draco, I don’t need this dress.”

Draco rose from his chair and placed his hands on Hermione’s hips, “I know you don’t need it but it’s okay to treat yourself sometimes.”

“This entire trip is a treat,” Hermione kissed Draco softly and stepped towards the dressing the dressing room.

The sales woman came back with a few outfits for Hermione and ushered her into the dressing room. After another hour of trying on expensive garments and they finally settled on a few that complimented Hermione’s curvy figure.

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“Will you please just tell me where we’re going?” Hermione begged. 

Draco had blind folded her as soon as they left the clothing shop and refused to tell her where they were going. They had apparited somewhere and Hermione felt like he had led her in circles for an hour. She was anxious and she wanted to see where Draco was taking her.

“Just a few more steps. Stand right there.”

“Can I take this thing off now?”

“Yes.”

Hermione quickly took off the blindfold and let her eyes adjust to her surroundings. They were on top of a hill under a large olive tree and there was a perfect view of the sunset. Draco had set up a picnic with a bottle of champagne, fancy looking patisserie, freshly baked bread, and a wide spread of cheeses. 

Hermione smiled, “This is lovely.” She walked over to the picnic and admired the set up.

“I hope you like cheese because I practically raided the store.” Draco helped Hermione onto the blanket and took a seat next to her, “I asked the worker for everything that went well with Dom Perignon but there was a bit of a language barrier so who knows what we’ll get.”

“Well, let’s see,” Hermione picked up a piece of cheese and held it out for Draco to eat.

He looked her in the eye and look a bite, “Not bad.” Draco scooted closer to Hermione and ran his hand across her jaw, “But I know something better.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow and leaned closer towards Draco, “And what would that be?”

“You.”