I don't own anything! Credit goes to JK Rowling. This chapter will be seen again later in the story with much more detail, but for now here's a glimpse into the story tell me how you like/don't like it!
The warm water poured over her shoulders as Hermione sunk deeper and deeper into the swimming pool size bath.
The heat of the water soothed her muscles, releasing all the tension she had already built up in the first few days of classes. She closed her eyes and let the calming sensation overwhelm her, letting out a soft "ahh" she let herself sink a little lower in the water.
Hermione let herself fall completely into the water, dowsing her rich brown hair and feeling the warmth on her face. After holding her breath as long as she can, she lunged herself back up to the surface and ran her hands across her wet mop of hair. Hermione floated to the edge of the bath, tossing her bent arms back on the ledge she let her head fall back onto the golden tiles. With her eyes closed, she felt peaceful.
"I didn't realize the tub was occupied." A cool voice rang through the room. Hermione's head snapped back up to see the person disrupting her peace.
"Hello," Hermione's timid voice called. "Who's there?"
"You might want to cover yourself up a little more Granger," The velvety soft voice rang as the figure descended the golden steps toward the bath. "Actually, I'd rather not see any part of you at all." Malfoy continued to step closer to the bath as Hermione sunk a little lower in the water in hopes of hiding her naked body from the one boy she couldn't stand to be around.
However, she couldn't help but notice the robe tied loosely at his waist. It was a stunning emerald green that hung loose enough to show some of his bare chest, enough to cause Hermione's eyes to flicker to every few moments. "What are you doing here?" Hermione snapped quickly, irritated with him for interrupting her time of relaxation.
"You haven't forgotten that I'm a prefect, have you Mudblood?" Malfoy barked back.
"Unfortunately, I haven't forgotten yet." Hermione retorted, staring angrily into his grey eyes. "How you even managed to become a prefect, I have no idea. I suppose all the times you practically kissed the floor Snape walked on helped a lot."
Draco stared down at Hermione, still floating in the bath. He blinked and looked away quickly, trying to keep his body temperature from skyrocketing with just the thought of Hermione naked in the water before him. What a wonderful surprise it was for Draco when he decided to take a shower late this evening and find Hermione Granger there. Laying in the bath, water cascading down her ivory skin, Draco couldn't help himself but initiate conversation.
"I'd rather be that then a know-it-all Mudblood." Draco tossed down his black towel near the edge of the bath and flicked off his shoes. "Now, will you please get the hell out of here so I can bathe in peace?"
"I was here first! You should be the one leaving and waiting your turn!" Hermione replied angrily. "Not to mention you shouldn't be such a pervert and sneaking up on me in the bath!"
"It's not like I haven't seen it all before." Draco chuckled. "And by the looks of it, I've definitely seen better." Hermione felt her cheeks grow hot as she became flustered from his insults.
However, she couldn't help but notice how strikingly handsome he had become over the holidays. He grew over four inches from last year, and he no longer had an awkward or lanky frame to him. It was as if he grew out of a boy's body in a mere two months. His chest and arms were definitely more defined, while his shoulders were certainly broader. His hair became more untidy, no longer that slicked greasy look. It was rather sexy, as Hermione hated to admit.
"I won't leave until you turn around so I can pick my robe on."
Hermione wrapped herself in her red Gryffindor bath robe and turned to leave, colliding with a firm back. "Watch it Granger." He said calmly. Though she couldn't see it, he had the same crooked smile on his lips. "I don't want your Muggle filth touching me."
"Will you ever stop being such a prick, Malfoy?" She hollered. He tossed his head over his shoulder and shot her an angry glare. "Do you always have to be putting other people down in order to make your pathetic self feel better?"
He shrugged his shoulders arrogantly, curling the corners of his lips up slightly. "No actually, not everyone. Only you."
"No one reacts like you do, Granger." Draco took a step closer to her, closing off any space between their bodies. Hermione's eyes flickered down to the minuscule space between their torsos. "It's rather intriguing how easily I can get you going."
Draco lifted a hand to lightly touch her hairline, feeling her silky hair on his fingertips. "What are you doing?" Hermione flinched at his touch. It was unexpected, but the fiery burn in the pit of her stomach was something even more surprising.
"Cut the act Granger, you know what's been going on."
Hermione remembered their heated arguments that had been occurring ever since the Hogwarts Express a few days ago. The taunts in the hallway, fiery debates in their prefect duties, Malfoy was surely getting under her skin these past few days.
Hermione's chest heaved up and down heavily, her frustration having built up over the course of her interactions with Draco this week. He watched her hungrily, taking in the fierce look in her eyes and finding himself heavily turned on by it all. The whole situation made his veins run fire instead of blood. Finding Hermione alone, naked in the bath late at night, their sharp banter, her obvious frustration with it all. He had never seen her in this light before, and something about it made him want her more than ever.
"You know you're feeling it too, the attraction is mutual and you know it." Hermione couldn't deny it, as much as she wanted to. It was Malfoy after all, how could she all of a sudden find him attractive?
He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek a centimetre in front of her ear. Warmth spread through her body at his gentle touch. "Say something." He asked gently.
Hermione's palms began to sweat, her heart raced. Without thinking it through twice over, letting her emotions take control rather than her logic. Hermione mustered up all her courage and whispered, "Kiss me".
Draco's mouth curled into a grin as he slipped his hand to cup the side of her face, with his thumb in front of her ear and his fingers laced in her hair. He pulled her, almost aggressively, close to his mouth. She felt his hot breath on her mouth. Their lips were mere millimetres apart.
As their lips danced close to each other, their warm, sweet breaths swirling together, Hermione began to lose all hope. That is, until Draco spoke once more. "I was hoping you'd say that." He promptly pulled her face even closer, capturing her lips with his own. Hermione instantly felt heat surge through her body as his soft lips pressed against hers. She pulled her hands up to tie them around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing herself deeper into his chest.
Draco felt feverish; it was a better feeling than anticipated. He felt her fingers at his neck and he instantly felt right. His tongue slid across her bottom lip and gently bit it in the centre. Hermione opened her mouth and felt their tongue dance for dominance. A full battle emerging in their mouths as the kiss became fiercer and more passionate.
But what Hermione did next was the most out of character of it all. Boldly, she let her fingers move down toward the knot tied at his waist. She first tugged at it, before slowly pulling a string and letting the bow fall open. Hermione pushed the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stood bare chested in a black pair of boxer briefs. She let her hands run across his chest once more and broke the kiss to stare back into his silver eyes. Bravely, she reached for the knot on her robe and tugged both stings to let the knot untie itself. Without blinking, she pushed her robe off and let it fall to the floor behind her ankles.
Draco took in every inch of her body, from the curve of her hips to her soft round breasts. She was more stunning than he ever imagined. "You're beautiful." He whispered so quietly Hermione almost didn't hear it. She reached up to peck him gently on the lips while he hands teased the waistband of his underwear. Draco's hands moved to meet hers and push his underwear down.
This time, Hermione was in awe. His perfectly chiselled body stood before her and it was all simply stunning. From his broad shoulders, to his toned chest and even down to his, well, full member, Hermione was deeply impressed. All of a sudden, she felt hungry for Draco.
Hermione pressed her hands on his chest and pushed him as she started to walk towards the cushioned pool chairs that lay against the walls near the swimming pool size bathtub. Once she felt resistance, she pushed him once more so he fell to sit on the chair.
Draco was impressed; he never expected Hermione to take such control of the situation. It was incredibly sexy to watch her push and pull him around. He eyed her hungrily and reached out for her hands to pull her onto him. He reached out to cup both breasts in his hands, overwhelmed by how soft the skin was and firm they were. Draco took a nipple in his mouth and teased it gently with his tongue. Flicking and biting, Hermione let out a quiet moan in pleasure.
Draco stood up, his strong arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, holding her high in the air as he turned to lie her back on the couch. She looked so beautiful, lying across the couch before him. Hermione couldn't handle the anticipation any longer and whispered slowly to Draco, "Come here."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded sweetly, "I can't wait anymore." She said hungrily, feeling his hardness against her leg.
Draco listened, and felt himself enter slowly, hearing a whimper escape Hermione's lips. When she became accustomed to the feeling, she nodded and pulled his head closer and kissed him passionately. Draco began to move quicker and quicker with Hermione's moans for approval.
He moved faster as he heard Hermione's breath catch in her throat, she was close and so was he. "Draco-" She let out in a soft breath. Hearing his name escape her lips, his name, not the family name that was usually spat out of her lips, well it only drove him mad.
He felt it all wash over him, as he let out a harsh moan when he climaxed. Hermione, feeling the same sensation, captured his lips once more in a heated kiss. As Draco hovered a few centimetres above Hermione, he felt her hands wrap around his neck once more and pull him close. He kissed her forehead gently, neither of them speaking yet, simply feeling each other's bodies close to each other. Hermione's fingertips stroked his firm back and shoulders, still in a daze from what they had just finished.