Draco waited by the fire, absently contemplating his lover, Hermione. She was coming for him at midnight, down in the second-floor girls bathroom. Nobody went in there, Hermione had told him, so it would be alright.
He couldn't bear it any longer- he set off to meet his lover. It bothered him that she'd chosen a girl's bathroom but nothing could soothe the burning pain in his groin apart from she who he loved so much. He couldn't get enough of her; the way she lay naked on top of his body after their passionate meetings, the way her hair smelt, the way that she tantalisingly stripped for him. He broke into a run to meet her- he couldn't wait any longer.
Lying on her fur cloak, Hermione spread herself out. Her black-lace underwear was starting to cut in, but the end result would be perfect. She had her night so perfectly planned that it couldn't possibly go wrong. Her mind wandered to Harry as it always did when she was thinking of nothing in particular. He was so gorgeous: her teenage body lusted after him as a lion would after their prey. However, he only thought of her as Young, Innocent, Boring Hermione. Her plan was going to change all this. . .
Draco ran into the bathroom breathless from the run. He gazed at the beautiful sight in front of him- Hermione was laying upon a warm fur cloak with only her underwear keeping him from her. His breath was taken away from him again.
"Hello Stranger," Hermione said with all the huskiness her voice could manage, "I've been missing my lover " she lied, the words falling out of her lips with simple ease- she was no longer telling lies- she was living them- It was Harry who she wanted to be her lover; who she wanted inside her.
Draco was finding it hard to keep himself under control. The blood ran from his head to a place he was painfully aware of a moment later. He tried to casually walk over to where Hermione lay, but it was taking all his concentration to stop from flinging himself at her body.
At that point Hermione leaped off the robes that she was lying on and quite oddly (it seemed to Malfoy) she ran over and flushed the chain on the end toilet. She then ripped Malfoy's clothes off in a fury of passion and dragged him onto the cloak that lay on the floor.
With all the passion his young lips could muster, Malfoy kissed her body, certain parts hardening beneath his touch and lips. In the flurry that followed, Hermione freed Malfoy from the restrictions that were holding his body in check. With them both naked, they rolled onto the floor in an outbreak of excitement and on the fur cloak Hermione unwillingly gave herself to him.
Hermione however, had other things on her mind- Harry.
A Gasp broke out in the bathroom, thought it was neither Malfoy nor Hermione who had gasped this time. Moaning Myrtle. Hermione smiled to herself- it was all going straight to plan.
Moaning Myrtle had been mulling over her misery when she had heard the toilet being flushed. She had gone up to investigate when she found two bodies rolling around on the floor, naked. It was quite obvious what they were doing and it made her blush to think about it.
She screamed and floated away.
Meanwhile, somewhat shaken, Malfoy wanted to get back to business. However, Hermione rolled off her back and redressed.
"Love, where are you going?" he cooed, hoping for a naughty response.
Hermione left without a word and as she did Malfoy realised what had happened and began to sob, his body growing cold. By tomorrow morning, the whole school would now that Draco Malfoy was in love with Hermione Granger. But worst of all, Harry would now know that Hermione was not an innocent little girl. . . She and Harry may even get it on now. It was all he could do from throwing himself off the top of Astronomy tower.
"Goodbye My Lover." he whispered, his voice chasing after the shadows of memories.