Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to the genius of J.K. Rowling and to Warner Bros. I do not intend to make money whatsoever with this and do not wish to claim anything except for the plot.
Slowly, Hermione let herself glide into the giant bath of the Prefect's bathroom. It was filled with creamy foam and smelled deliciously like peaches. Enjoying the warm water, she let herself float and closed her eyes.
It had been a good holiday so far. Easter was always one of her favourite times at Hogwarts, even though she missed her parents a lot. She had worked herself through her stack of homework in the first three days, so now she could relax a little and go to Hogsmeade with Harry and Ron.
This luxurious bathroom was the perk she liked most about being a Prefect. And if used before 9 am, no-one ever disturbed her. It was a good place to think, or just to relax. Of course she was more comfortable knowing she had put a single-person spell on the portrait covering the door.
She was just thinking about her last visit to Honeydukes when suddenly the mermaid in a portrait on the wall started shrieking. She looked up and reached as fast as she could for her wand.
Right before her stood Draco Malfoy, with a smirk from ear to ear.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she snapped, her eyes desperately searching for a towel.
His smirk widened into an all-out grin. "Taking a bath," he said seemingly casually.
"How did you get in?" she asked, "I've put a single-spell on the portrait…"
"As you can see, I got past that one," he chuckled, "now get out of that bath Granger."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Go away and I'll come out," she said
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Tss Granger, such a prude."
He took out his wand and made her underwear float teasingly above the edge of the tub, just too high for her to reach. They were a red lace bra with matching briefs.
"Now, now," he said, still smirking, "Didn't know our holy maid Mary wore sexy lingerie, and in her house colour. How charming."
Hermione flushed
"Put that down, Malfoy," she hissed, "You can't just strut in here and take away people's underwear!"
"No, it looks good from here. And if you really want it back, get out of the tub and retrieve it."
Hermione was fuming. "You're asking for it," she whispered.
She raised her wand and before Malfoy could do anything about it she shouted: "Oculus Evanesca!"
Malfoy staggered backwards as his eyes turned blank. "You bitch!" he screamed, "what have you done to my eyes."
"It's a blinding spell, you prat," Hermione grinned, "And only reversible by the one who cast it. Convenient, isn't it? Oh and by the way, don't move. You don't want to fall into the tub and drown. Not that I would mind," she added thoughtfully, "but you haunting me, that would be too much of a good thing, wouldn't it?"
She got out of the tub and plucked her underwear out of the air. The mermaid giggled. Slowly she dressed herself, dried her hair and put it up in a messy pony-tail.
Meanwhile Draco had sat down on the floor and looked quite taken aback. "Are you ready yet? Even my mother doesn't take that much time in the bathroom.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't get me cracking on your mother and NO, I'm not ready. You'll just have to wait."
She finished and let the water in the tub vanish. Then she muttered "Finite Evanesco"
Malfoy immediately reached for his wand, but Hermione was faster. She thrust her face forward until it was only inches away from his. "Don't you even try. There's a lot more where that spell came from."
She straightened up and took her bag and books.
"Ahuh," Draco said, again smirking, "And make sure you wear the black underwear next time."
Hermione didn't glance at him once and marched out the door, her face as red as the scarlet cover of one of the books she was carrying.
What a pity, Draco thought, Black's my favourite colour.