Hermione wrung her hair dry as she stepped out of the water. The prefects bathroom served her in more ways than one. With such a large, resplendent bathtub, she had enough space to exercise her muscles quite well. Swimming had always been her favorite sport. She had been hard pressed to find any exercise in her first few years at Hogwarts. Now, her prefect status allowed her to, once again, reap the benefits of exercise.
Quickly toweling dry and dressing, Hermione made her way to the exit- only to realize she wasn't alone. Startled and a bit dismayed, she could only gape at her unannounced spectator.
Said spectator had no such qualms. With a smirk, Draco Malfoy chuckled, "That looked rather refreshing Granger. Could I suggest a different faucet for your next swim though? The gardenia scented water would suit you better than the lavender."
'What hogwash!' was Hermione's first thought. She was not about to stand here and debate perfumes with Draco Malfoy!
"What gives you the right-" she advanced towards him with her finger centered on his chest- "to barge into my personal bath- with no warning, I might add- and give me advice on bathing scents!?"
That irritating chuckle sounded once more. His arrogant posture attested to his lack of respect! Or, at least, that's how Hermione saw it; he was the picture of nonchalant superiority.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist. It's nothing I haven't seen before." Despite Hermione's blush, Malfoy continued, "I'll need more than revolting Mudblood scum to interest me."
Her embarrassed blush morphed into an angry scarlet. This was all a bit too much. A quick getaway would be best before her anger got the best of her. Her shoulder slammed into Malfoy's as she made her way to the door.
His expression softened slightly, and his hand shot out, holding her in place... right up against his chest. Hermione attempted, once again, to retreat. But, her right side only pressed more firmly across his front, quickly proving wrong his statement regarding his immunity to "Mudblood scum."
The situation was rapidly getting out of hand. However, Hermione found herself paralyzed as Malfoy's eyes locked on hers. Under any other circumstances, this position would be considered suggestive, if not romantic. How did she get herself into these messes!?
Suggestive, apparently, was exactly what Malfoy had in mind. In her paralyzed state, the hand restraining her began a smooth ascent up her arm. The caress ended at her chin, and with a slight tilt, he leaned in for the kill. Yes, he was going to kiss her.
Abruptly Hermione's scattered mind realigned, and she took flight. The door's resounding thud left Malfoy alone with his hand still in midair.