Authors note: First off, I'd like to say that I'm very thankful for all the reviews and positive feedback that this has brought on so far! Thanks so much! It means a lot to me to know that you all really like it. :)

Second, this is unedited once again, and I'm really tired right now so I do apologize for anything I may have missed. I wanted to get this posted tonight before I went to bed.

Warning! Explicit sexual content ahead! PWP I've warned you, it's quite graphic, read on at your own risk!

Bath Time

Hermione could hear her footsteps echoing off the stone floor. The fifth floor corridor was completely deserted at this time of night, which was exactly why Hermione preferred to bathe at this late hour. She was guaranteed a peaceful bath in the Prefect's Bathroom, without someone knocking on the door and telling her to hurry up. She was going to take her time tonight, fill the bath with warm water and Wild Cherry Blossom bath fragrance. She'd be de-stressed in no time. She sighed, her Astronomy assignment was due in a week and she had had little time to focus on it with all her other assignments.

She reached the portrait of the mermaid that now guarded the Prefect's bathroom, "Sea turtles."

She stepped inside, placing her bag down on the marble countertop and flicked her wand to turn on the taps. The flowery scent of wild cherry blossoms began to fill the air mixing in with the steam from the bath water. Turning back around, Hermione placed her wand next to her bag on the countertop and began to undress, lying her clothes out flat on the nearby seating bench, before walking over to the tub and walking down the steps, she sighed in pure bliss as her body was enveloped by the warm water and fragrant bubbles. Hermione floated in the warm water for a few minutes, just relaxing, letting all the stress from school, homework, Harry and Ron for just a little while.

Hermione froze, her eyes flew open, and she whirled around in the water, splashing some of it onto the floor in her haste. Her heart was beating wildly, she herself in, right? There's no way that the portrait could have opened from the outside, but Hermione had the distinct feeling that she was not alone in the room. But she couldn't see anyone, there was no evidence of someone hiding in one of the stalls, she couldn't see around the corner where the sinks were, and the tub was empty except for her. So, why did it feel like she was being watched?

She turned around once more when she was satisfied that she was completely alone. Stop being so paranoid, Hermione, she thought. Hermione tried forcing herself to forget about the tingling feeling on the back of her neck, wanting to enjoy the warm water before she had to return to her dorm.

Hands reached for her, pulling her tight against a tall lean body. Hermione froze, twisting and turning, trying to see who was holding her, and why they were naked. A strong voice chuckled behind her, his arms tightened, she could feel him nuzzling her hair softly, smelling her shampoo. He groaned; Hermione remained paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. Hermione's mind was racing a mile a minute, struggling was futile; she knew he was too strong and without her wand, she was virtually powerless.

"Merlin, you smell wonderful."

Hermione's heart stopped, she breathed out a sigh of relief. "Dammit, Malfoy, you scared the shite out of me." She smacked his arm that was holding her around the middle, his fingers brushed the underside of her right breast, lingering. She could feel herself begin to be turned on, as slowly, Malfoy circled her breasts with his hands and fingers, gently caressing them.

He shifted, his hold loosening around her, and she could feel his arousal poking at her, nestled neatly in the curve of her lower back. She moaned, grateful that Malfoy had come to her in that bath, either waiting for her to come in, or she really had left the door unlocked. Malfoy could always help her forget her troubles, when she was stressed and overworked. She rolled her head back, resting on chest as he held her up while he continued to bathe her in his touch. She let the moment consume her, allowing Malfoy to take her into the bliss that always awaited her when she was with him.

His fingers dipped lower, following the soft, smooth, expanse of her abdomen towards top of her pussy. His fingers met no resistance, no thatch of soft brown curls that always covered her secret place. He froze, his fingers gently rubbing the smooth skin beneath his fingers. "When did you do this, Granger?"

His voice was rough, like he hadn't been using it for a while, Hermione barely registered the question, and her mind was clouded with lust as she felt Malfoy's fingers stroking her. "Hmm? Oh, I- uh," Hermione was flustered. She hadn't considered that this was the first time that Malfoy had been with her intimately for over a week and she'd remembered the conversation she'd overheard in the library between Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. The one that involved, Malfoy and his preference for smoothly shaved pussy; intrigued by the information, Hermione had considered it and taken drastic measure to be open minded about trying it, and here she was with his fingers probing her, stroking her now smooth pussy.

"Yes, Granger?"

He was teasing her now, she could tell by the tone of his voice, that he was amused by the fact that she wasn't supposed to be caught in a not-so-pure state. She was a natural girl, but for some reason, she liked the idea of being completely hairless, it was freeing, sexy, and gave her confidence she didn't know she had. Secretly, she really loved it, but she missed that she was changing, that she was becoming distanced from Harry and Ron. She missed seeing them more often, talking about nothing, and everything. Ever since Malfoy and her got together, if she admitted it to herself, she'd changed bit by bit.

"I heard that you liked it, and I got curious," Her cheeks were as red as Ron's hair, she was sure. She was so embarrassed, that now Malfoy knew, but she berated herself, because she knew he'd have found out eventually.

He chuckled, "Ah, Granger. I'd like your body no matter what, I wouldn't demand that you change; this is after all a mutual agreement between the two of us. I wouldn't have even come to you if I didn't find you attractive just the way you are."

Now she felt like a fool. She'd listened to what Pansy and Daphne had said for nothing, but Malfoy had never said he didn't like it. Just that he thought she was attractive.

"But since you've already taken the time to shave, I'll take extra care to show you just how wonderful being hairless really is."

Hermione held her breath with anticipation at what he was going to do next. His actions shocked her slightly, he turned her around, none too lightly, and pressed her back onto the steps making her walk up them backwards until just her feet were in the warm bath water. Her body shivered from the cool air in the room, her nipples hardened, gooseflesh rose over her arms as she lie back on the cool stones. Malfoy rested on his knees, his face level with Hermione's lower body; he kept his eyes trained on her face as he slowly lowered his head. Hermione's eyes followed his every move, opening her mouth to protest when she realized his intent.

"Oh!" Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Malfoy's tongue swiped over her raised clitoris. Involuntarily, her hips thrust upward, driving Malfoy's tongue harder against her. He continued his ministrations on her sweet pussy, occasionally diving into her hole to taste her warm juices. He moaned against her, the vibrations reverberating up through her body, causing her to moan in return.

Hermione couldn't believe that Malfoy could make her feel this good without using his cock or his hands; she was lost in her own personal pleasure, oblivious to everything around her, except for Malfoy's tongue. She could feel her orgasm coming quickly; she reached down, her fingers grasping at his soft blond locks, drawing him closer to her, pushing his nose into her clit. The intense pressure combined with his tongue deep inside of her sent Hermione over the edge, screaming his name as the flood gates broke, she came all over his mouth and face. Malfoy never ceased his ministrations as Hermione came down off of her high, he continued to alternately lick and suckle her, keeping her on the edge.

Slowly he started kissing up her body, starting with her clit, the top of her smooth mound, until he finally reached her lips. Malfoy kissed her sweetly, gently coaxing her to open her mouth up to him. She moaned when his tongue touched hers, she could taste herself on him. It was slightly erotic to know that less than a minute ago he was sucking on her clit and making her come with only his mouth, and now he was kissing her. Hermione reveled in the heady sensation of being kissed by Malfoy.

She gasped in surprise when she felt Malfoy jerk away from her, pulling her with him. He turned her around, positioning her on her knees, she was now on all fours, and her lower half completely submerged in the water, with Malfoy behind her, his hot, thick, cock pressed against her entrance, rubbing gentle circles before he thrust himself inside of her completely. Hermione cried out, her vision swam before her with the feeling of Malfoy filling her completely.

Malfoy groaned when he felt Hermione's walls contract against him, pulling him deeper inside of her. Slowly he began to thrust, and while he did so, he spoke.

"Remember earlier, how I was touching you. How my tongue caressed your clit and filled your pussy? Mmmm, Granger," he groaned, stroking faster, his hands gripping her thighs as he parted her wider as he shoved himself inside of her. "That feeling was intensified this time, bath water is highly erotic, and so is having a shaved pussy. Such a naughty girl, Granger, shaving your pussy for me."

Hermione could only moan, she had no words for him, she was embarrassed that she'd shaved, but she loved it. She loved how there was nothing preventing Malfoy from filling her or finding her clit. And the feeling, it was so intense; everything he did to her was magnified tenfold without any hair covering her.

"You love it, don't you, Granger?"

She moaned, nodding her head feverishly, thrusting her hips back towards his, and seeking more of his cock and her own release.

"Say it. Granger, I want to hear you say the words. Tell me how much you love having a smooth pussy and fucking in the bath."

Hermione was beet red, she knew, Malfoy had never asked her something like this before. "Yes."

He thrust slower, she moaned wanting to come so bad it hurt, but Malfoy never sped up his pace. Slowly he stroked her, his cock sinking in until the head hit her womb and pulling out until the head almost fell out. "Gods, Malfoy. I love it. I love having a shaved pussy and feeling you fucking me in the bath." She felt dirty, she'd never done anything quite like this. She loved it, loved the thrill of it, knowing that this was all new to her, and that Malfoy loved it too.

"Yeah, Granger, fuck." Malfoy started pounding into her again, his thrust shallow and powerful, she could feel his balls smacking against her clit in time with his thrusts. The extra stimulation brought her closer to the edge, she was so close when Malfoy spoke once again, "Just imagine Granger, you didn't lock the door behind you. I didn't lock the door behind me. Anyone could walk in her and find us like this. You on your knees, begging me to fuck you, to make you come, me doing just that, filling your pussy with my come. Would you like that, Granger?"

Hermione's eyes flew open, shooting a startled gaze to where the door lay hidden from her view around the corner; she blushed scarlet at the very idea of what Malfoy was suggesting. Before she could protest, his fingers were deftly flying over her clit in time to his thrusts. She didn't have time to respond to him or to wonder if anyone could be standing there, just out of sight. Listening to her and Malfoy while they fucked wildly in the bath; his fingers worked their magic and before she knew it she was coming, hard.

Hermione wailed with the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching tightly around Draco's cock, milking him of his seed.

"Fuck!" He shouted as he drove hard into one last time before he too came, filling her up with his seed, with a few final shallow thrusts, before he withdrew from her carefully, slumping down next to her on the steps of the bath, both of them panting, trying to regain their breaths.

"I didn't know you liked the idea of voyeurism, Granger."

Author's note: So…..um, I never intended for it to get this….graphic, it just kind of came out and yeah :) there you have it! Chapter 3!

I've come up with a tentative chapter outline with different scenarios loosely linked together, mostly just sexcapades though sixth and seventh year, perhaps beyond….let me know if there's a location, position, kink, etc that you'd like to see, you never know, I just might use it ;) Plus it will make this go on that much longer! Hahaha

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