"You knew I'd be here! Somehow you knew, and I swear you'll pay, you smarmy git!"

Hermione looked over to the stone gargoyle in the corner of the bathroom. She thought she heard the sound of breathing.

"Myrtle? Is that you?"

Recieving only her own voice as a reply she conceded, "Must be the wind."

Twisting off the tap labeled 'milk & honey', Hermione reached up and around to tug loos the band holding up her haid. She grasped the hem of her vest and pulled it over hea head, her soft curls falling about her shoulders.

From his hiding place, Draco silently thanked Merlin for Disillusionment Chamrs. He's only ever seen Hermione bathe in his dreams. He knew he was the first to have seen her like this, the Golden Gryffindor Girl, undressing before him. He smiled at the thought. He felt his lower abdomen warm as she unbottoned her blouse to expose the gentle curve of her breasts.

Unzipping her skirt and letting it slide to the ground, she kicked it over to her school bag. With her backside facing the gargoyle and the stained glass mermaid, Hermione unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile with her skirt. She shimmied out of her tiny pink knickers and added them to the pile too.

Her nipples stood at attention as the cool air hit her. She quickly turned around to wal to the edge of the frothy pool. It was then that Draco noticed the thin vertical patch of hair taht led to her glory. He felt a tightening of his pants as his feelings grew stronger.

She slipped into the warm, scented bath and a contented sigh escaped her lips. He watcher her smooth bubbles up her arms until she reached her chest. With both hand, she massaged her breasts, paying great attention to each of her small, peach-colored nipples. She dipped ehr hand down below and stroked her heat. Her tongue swept over her lower lip and her mouth let out a moan. She'd been looking forward to this all day. She continued to knead one of her breasts as her other han stayed below the surface.

Draco was floored. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning himself. Disppointment registered on his face as she lifted herself out of the tub. He'd just managed to unbutton his trousers. He hated her for teasing him so. He was aobut to leave when Hermione returned from her bag with what looked like a large blue cigar case. Puzzled, he wondered when Hermione had started smoking. Draco quickly realized she had not.

She scrunched up her face and muttered, "Stupid thing needs new batteries," andwent to rifle through her school bag until she found what she was looking for. She walked back to the edge of the pool with two small cylinders in hand. Settling herself onto a pillow she'd brought with her, Hermione unscrewed the cigar container. Two similar looking cylinders feel out to be replaced with the new ones. She screwed the top back on and the case started humming. Draco didn't care what her strange muggle contraption was. He just wanted her to get on with it.

He watched as a grin spread across Hermione's face. She sucked the rounded end of the case as she spread her legs, unknowingly allowing Draco's lust filled eyes to take in her luscious folds. Twisting the knob once more to stop the humming, Hermione turned her attention back to her plump breasts. She pllucked at her nipples and brought each to ler mouth for a slow, languid lick. She then reached down to finger her swollen nub.

Draco gelt a heat like he'd never felt before coursing through him. To witness Little Miss Perfect pleasure herself was akin to the Dark Lord admitting he was wrong. A wave of desire washed over him as the sounds of her soft moans floated across the room to Draco's ears. GODS! He'd never been so turned on in his life. Granger was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen with her head to the side and mouth sligltly open, her brow furrowed, with her fingers furiously rubbing against her center.

Draco could see the moisture on her fingers. He shuddered with want as he took hold of his rock hard length. Pumping up and down his long shaft he stared at her. Takign in her dischevelled curls about her face, her heaving chest, her wet, hot mound. She took the blue tube in her hand and made it hum once more. Draco heard her gasp in pleasure as she touched it to her flower.

"Oh, Merlin!" she screamed. Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

She was lost in her bliss.

"So close! I'm so close," she breathed. And then she did the hottest thing Draco had ever witnessed. Hermione threw her head back in a fit of ecstacy as a massive orgasm rolled through her. On seeing her climax, Draco pumped faster and more vigrously until he too came.

After the final drop of cum had left him, Draco looked back over at Hermione. He, the Slytherin Prince had just beheld the Gryffindor Princess do something wholesome girls didn't do. He knew he had enjoyed herself. He could tell by the wet spot on the floor. It definately wasn't water. It made him instantly hard again. He forced himself back into his trousers before mouthing a silent Finite Incantatem to remove the Disillusionment Spell.

"Merlin, Granger! You're much naughtier than I previously though. Thanks for the show."

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here? Get out! NOW!"

"Well seeing as this is a prefets's bathroom and seeing as I'm Head Boy, I have every right to be here, Granger. Your little display was just a plus. A really, incredibly sexy plus."

"You knew I'd be here! Somehow you knew, and I swear you'll pay, you smarmy git!"