Seeing Granger.
A/N: a one-shot ficletthat hapenned to reside in my head and then my black notebook and then my computer beforereaching its final destination in the online fandom.
Draco Malfoy settled himself carefully into a corner against a hard wall. The position was awkward, to say the least, and there was a wayward brick digging uncomfortably into his back. Still, it was worth it.
He pressed his face against the rough bricks, positioning an eye over a fair-sized gap.
There.
Hermione Granger was now clearly visible in a shower in the Prefects' Bathroom. Draco was surprised, this was an unexpected treat, he knew that she usually bathed in the Heads' bathroom, He knew, because Blaise Zabini, the Head Boy, had often attempted to spy on her and had never succeeded. He had, instead, borne many painful and humiliating consequences as a result of the many guards Granger had put up around the bathroom, whenever she was in it. And naturally, Granger being Granger, the curses were pretty much enough to keep peeping Blaises, Rons, or Harrys away for a good long while.
It appeared that she had forgotten to put up the wards now. In fact, all she was doing was pulling her skirt off.
Draco gulped, and slowly his hand wandered as it of its own will to his fly.
Hermione stepped into the shower.
Half an hour later found Draco Malfoy splayed ungracefully on his back, with his trousers tugged to his knees, and skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Spent and panting heavily, he heaved himself up and languidly buckled up his damp pants as Hermione Granger stepped out of the Prefects' Bathroom, freshly showered and humming.
She spotted him adjusting his pants and arched an eyebrow enquiringly. "What brings you here, Malfoy?"
His eyes glinted. "Just a show I try to catch every week."
"Oh?"
"Special guest today too."
"How interesting."
"Indeed." He raked his eyes up and down her figure, smirking as she buttoned up her shirtand pinned on her Head Girls'badge above her breast. "You should come watch sometime."
"I suppose I might." Hermione's expression was nonchalant. "Me being the star attraction and all." She flashed him a perfect, enigmatic smile and flounced off, the hems of her skirt flying up.
Draco Malfoy smiled back.
"So." Blaise Zabini tiled forward in his chair towards a certain, preoccupied blonde wizard. "So. Heard the latest rumours?"
"I have a feeling I'm going to," the boy replied distractedly as he watched the brunette two tables across deliberately lick the soup off her spoon.
Blaise's mouth quirked up. "That you're seeing the Mudblood."
That effectively got his attention. "You may be a Slytherin, Zabini, but green just isn't your colour." and then, "I am?" His silver eyes darkened. "Well, much more of her than you are, anyway."
Finis.