 When Hermione laid her eyes on the man in the kitchen, she almost took off her dress right then and there. He was wearing a navy apron over his white oxford. His hair was a mess, but it only added to how effortlessly handsome he was. Before any more indecent thoughts could creep up, she looked down at the cutting board in front of him. As it turned out, it was a mistake. Draco Malfoy was cutting meat - a sight she never thought she would find attractive. His long fingers deftly placed the cut meat onto a different plate before grabbing the knife once more, and gently sinking it into the raw meat. Is it messed up that, for a moment, Hermione wished she could be a piece of meat? She gulped.