Author's Note: In response to Weekly Drabble #30 issued at Quiet Ones.
Bonus Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Blaise. Thing to include: A shower.
Unbeted so excuse any mistakes.

Summer Shower

He watched her as she walked just a few steps ahead of him, the way her curls bounced with every step, the curve of her arse and the sway of her hips. He felt himself tingle.

'God! Even her hair turns me on' he thought.

The feeling vanished as he watched his fellow slytherin Blaise, jog up to her, slip his arm around her waist and kiss her cheek. How he hated him right now, that lucky bastard! All of a sudden images of them naked and shagging popped into his head, he gritted his teeth and pushed them out, do not want to think of Blaise shagging his fantasy girl. Lost in thought he wasn't aware that Blaise was talking to him till he slapped him on the arm.

"Thanks for doing this mate"

Draco just nodded in acknowledgement, inwardly chuckling at the 'favour' he was doing Blaise, it was just handy that he'd had that piece of monkshood that he'd dropped into Blaises' potion earlier causing it to multiply and flood the entire classroom. Hence Blaise's detention with Snape and his trip alone to Hogsmead with Hermione.

An awkward silence descended as Blaise left and the two former enemies walked side by side toward Hogsmead. Draco's eyes fixed themselves to the open buttons of Hermione's white shirt; he caught a glimpse of lace and was marvelled by the silkiness of her skin.Suddenly rain started to fall, lightly at first and then just chucking it down, Hermione squealed and started to run towards the nearby woods. Draco followed suit. Under the cover of the trees, they watched the rain, Draco became aware of how wet she was her hair, usually wild and curly was wet and nearly straight, it clung to the back of her once white shirt. The shirt that was now almost completely see-through. As she turned to face him he was blown away by how beautiful she looked, he could see right through her shirt, the lacy bra she wore offered no protection of her modesty and the coldness made her nipples strain against the wet material. Her mouth was slightly open and it made her look like one of those girls in that muggle sex movie Blaise had shown him once. His body was well aware of how sexy this moment was as he stood there trying to maintain his cool aloofness.

"Draco" she murmured.

His eyes met hers and at that moment there was an understanding between them. In one fluid motion they reached for each other, hungry lips devouring, desperate hands stroking. Draco was lost in her scent, the hardness of her nipples as his hands cupped her soft breasts and the tenderness of her tongue in his mouth. Her hands touched his hardness through the material of his wet trousers. Any moment now he was going to explode. Then he heard her whisper:

"Next time, don't use so much monkshood; Blaise is going to be there all night cleaning up 'your' mess"