A Brief Scene of Nudity
There is no point whatsoever to this fic. No plot, no nothing. I may build on it, but I doubt it. I just thought I would share.
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The large bath in the prefect bathroom had just finished filling. She has only used one of the bubble bath taps. Bubbles the size of her head and purple clouds annoyed her. It was an undignified way to take a bath.
It had been a grueling day. Damn Hagrid and his aerobic chasing things around class. Hermione stripped off her robes, and struggled out of her bra. Her fingers didn't seem to want to work the tiny hooks this evening. She finally let it fall to the floor, along with her underwear.
There was a full-length mirror on one wall, which she examined herself in. Curves had developed the past seven years she had been at Hogwarts, and while at first she was uncertain of her new body, once she had gotten through the worst of puberty she decided she rather liked it. She thought it a pity that her robes were so loose that her figure went unnoticed by most.
She stepped slowly into the steaming water. Hermione didn't believe in mixing cold water with hot for her baths, and often annoyed the other students by using all of the hot water. She paid them no mind and continued to do so, though she did try to take baths at strange times of the day. It was midnight and the school was silent. Nothing more relaxing.
She swam a few laps of the tub, diving to the bottom and coming up again. She washed with a bar of lavender soap and then floated on the top with her eyes closed. Hermione let her mind wander, falling into a meditative state. She was half asleep when she felt a rush of cool air over her damp body. She reluctantly opened her eyes.
Malfoy was grinning over the tub. She gasped and fell out of her reclining position, treading the water. Damn it, damn it! she thought. I forgot to bolt the door. "What the hell are you standing there for! Get out!"
He laughed. "And what are you going to do to me?"
Hermione bit her lip. Her robes and the towels were out of reach, and her wand was in her room. "You're going to pay for this, Malfoy."
"You will first." She looked around in the tub. She had been there so long the bubbles had all but disappeared. He could see everything! "You do have a very nice body," he commented. "Pity it's always hidden. I'd like to see it more often."
She swam up against the side to hide most of her body. "Okay, okay. You've had your fun, now go away."
"Aw, look. You're blushing. Red really isn't your colour, Granger. And it's spreading everywhere too." He circled around the tub. It was impossible to stay completely hidden from him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, annoyed and incredibly embarrassed.
"Oh, Moaning Myrtle has been spending too much time in the prefect's bath closer to Slytherin. And when you gotta go, you gotta go."
"So don't you have to go now?"
"I'm not so worried about that anymore. I'd much rather watch you squirm."
She put her head in her arms. "Go away."
"No."
"I'll tell Professor McGonagall on you."
"So?"
She looked back up at him, and they stared at each other for several minutes. Malfoy's eyes started to travel, as Hermione wrapped her arms around her breasts, hoping that the water distorted her lower body sufficiently. Hermione let her eyes travel as well and laughed when they stopped at the front of his tented out pajamas.
"Too bad you don't have anyone to take care of that," she said in a bold move.
He raised an eyebrow. "Who says I don't?"
Okay, time to go. She bit her lip. I hate my life. Hermione pulled herself out of the tub as quickly as possible, ran the few steps to the pile of towels, was wrapped in one and out the door in three seconds. She didn't stop to see if Malfoy was following, but rushed to Gryffindor tower, dripping and barefoot.
She couldn't sleep, and early in the morning she crept back to retrieve her clothes, wand drawn and ready. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.
As she gathered everything up, she knew there was something missing.
What happened to my underwear?
There is no point whatsoever to this fic. No plot, no nothing. I may build on it, but I doubt it. I just thought I would share.
*****
The large bath in the prefect bathroom had just finished filling. She has only used one of the bubble bath taps. Bubbles the size of her head and purple clouds annoyed her. It was an undignified way to take a bath.
It had been a grueling day. Damn Hagrid and his aerobic chasing things around class. Hermione stripped off her robes, and struggled out of her bra. Her fingers didn't seem to want to work the tiny hooks this evening. She finally let it fall to the floor, along with her underwear.
There was a full-length mirror on one wall, which she examined herself in. Curves had developed the past seven years she had been at Hogwarts, and while at first she was uncertain of her new body, once she had gotten through the worst of puberty she decided she rather liked it. She thought it a pity that her robes were so loose that her figure went unnoticed by most.
She stepped slowly into the steaming water. Hermione didn't believe in mixing cold water with hot for her baths, and often annoyed the other students by using all of the hot water. She paid them no mind and continued to do so, though she did try to take baths at strange times of the day. It was midnight and the school was silent. Nothing more relaxing.
She swam a few laps of the tub, diving to the bottom and coming up again. She washed with a bar of lavender soap and then floated on the top with her eyes closed. Hermione let her mind wander, falling into a meditative state. She was half asleep when she felt a rush of cool air over her damp body. She reluctantly opened her eyes.
Malfoy was grinning over the tub. She gasped and fell out of her reclining position, treading the water. Damn it, damn it! she thought. I forgot to bolt the door. "What the hell are you standing there for! Get out!"
He laughed. "And what are you going to do to me?"
Hermione bit her lip. Her robes and the towels were out of reach, and her wand was in her room. "You're going to pay for this, Malfoy."
"You will first." She looked around in the tub. She had been there so long the bubbles had all but disappeared. He could see everything! "You do have a very nice body," he commented. "Pity it's always hidden. I'd like to see it more often."
She swam up against the side to hide most of her body. "Okay, okay. You've had your fun, now go away."
"Aw, look. You're blushing. Red really isn't your colour, Granger. And it's spreading everywhere too." He circled around the tub. It was impossible to stay completely hidden from him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, annoyed and incredibly embarrassed.
"Oh, Moaning Myrtle has been spending too much time in the prefect's bath closer to Slytherin. And when you gotta go, you gotta go."
"So don't you have to go now?"
"I'm not so worried about that anymore. I'd much rather watch you squirm."
She put her head in her arms. "Go away."
"No."
"I'll tell Professor McGonagall on you."
"So?"
She looked back up at him, and they stared at each other for several minutes. Malfoy's eyes started to travel, as Hermione wrapped her arms around her breasts, hoping that the water distorted her lower body sufficiently. Hermione let her eyes travel as well and laughed when they stopped at the front of his tented out pajamas.
"Too bad you don't have anyone to take care of that," she said in a bold move.
He raised an eyebrow. "Who says I don't?"
Okay, time to go. She bit her lip. I hate my life. Hermione pulled herself out of the tub as quickly as possible, ran the few steps to the pile of towels, was wrapped in one and out the door in three seconds. She didn't stop to see if Malfoy was following, but rushed to Gryffindor tower, dripping and barefoot.
She couldn't sleep, and early in the morning she crept back to retrieve her clothes, wand drawn and ready. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.
As she gathered everything up, she knew there was something missing.
What happened to my underwear?