Roses are red

Violets are blue

I don't own Harry Potter

This is sad, but true

* Thanks to 5Hollywood5 for this idea *

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as Hermione Granger made her way across the school grounds. She was surprisingly well put together given the early hour and the fact that it was a Saturday. Her curly hair fell neatly over her shoulders, and she had applied just a hint of makeup. She was, however, still in her bed clothes; short cotton shorts hugged her hips, paired with a thin, skimpy tank top which revealed the flat expanse of her tummy. She shivered slightly, with cold or excitement she was not sure, and wrapped her satin dressing gown more tightly around her frame.

Her bare feet were silent on the dewy grass as the Quidditch pitch, and her destination, came into view. She walked around the stadium, towards a small wooden shack-like building she knew to be the Slytherin locker room. She rose up on her tiptoes as she neared the door.

She could hear water running from the inside of the change room, and she pressed her ear to the door. She could hear the faint humming she had come to associate with her roommate taking a shower. She grinned predatorily, reached out for the door handle, and pushed gently against the heavy wood. The sound of water crashing onto tiles assaulted her ears, and the humming became more distinguished. The door closed behind her and she turned to lock it. What she was planning to do this morning should not be interrupted...As the lock clicked loudly, the humming stopped.

"Who's there?"

Hermione grinned, but did not reply. She tiptoed around the corner, past the tarnished lockers, through to the shower area. The floor was wet and warm.

"Hello?"

Still Hermione did not reply as she came to stand in front of the only shower that was in use. Stepping quietly so she was flush against the shower curtain, she threw it aside, revealing the bare back of one Draco Malfoy.

"...the fuck?" He turned quickly, in all his glory.

"Granger?!" He yelped, his platinum hair hanging deliciously over his left eye.

"Morning, Malfoy," she smiled coyly as his face turned from white to crimson and back to white.

"What – "

"Something occurred to me last night, Malfoy," Hermione purred, her eyes not leaving the grey orbs of her prey, "we've been flirting for months – in the common room, at prefect meetings, during class – but you haven't made a move. I can only assume one of two things. First, you're scared, though of what – rejection, humiliation, my dirty blood – I'm not sure."

Draco made a noise in the back of his throat but Hermione shook her head before continuing.

"Or, second, your flirting and coy glances are nothing more than a new way to insult and embarrass me. Though I'm almost certain it's the first, enlighten me...which one is it?"

She arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to spill over the top of her singlet. Draco gulped audibly over the rushing sound of the running water still cascading down his body.

"Neither," he finally muttered.

"Neither?" Hermione questioned, taking a step towards him so drops of water bounced off of his chest on to her shirt.

"Neither," he repeated with a slow nod, "I didn't know you were interested. I thought you were just humouring me. As a friend." He swallowed thickly as she took another step forward, her chest nearly brushing his. Her tank top was fast becoming soaked through and she was not wearing a bra.

"Tut, tut, Draco," she whispered, "the title of Slytherin Sex God is obviously unearned...if you can't even tell when a girl is interested..." she trailed off and shot him a wicked grin.

"What are you doing here?" He asked quickly, fighting to keep his eyes on hers.

He jumped as he felt her chest come into contact with his and her hands snake up his defined arms.

"Well," she said slowly, "As I said, I've been waiting for months for you to make a move. You've had plenty of chances; we share private living quarters, for goodness sake. All those nights in the common room...Have you not noticed how progressively scant my nightwear has become?"

She stepped back slightly and indicated her wet attire with a downward shift of her eyes, but did not let go of his arms. He shuddered visibly and nodded, his eyes wide.

Hermione sighed, "But it seemed you still weren't interested. I came to the conclusion sometime around midnight last night that I'd have to make the first move if I wanted something to happen. So I waited this morning; I knew you would be heading down to the Quidditch pitch at some ridiculous hour to practice, as you do every Saturday morning. I knew you would take a shower here after you finished. I got up, I watched you practice from our common room, and then I made my way down here when I saw you finishing up."

Some of the shock seemed to have worn off during Hermione's little speech, and Draco tentatively raised his arms to rest on her hips.

"So..." he smirked, his eyes still guarded, "like what you see, Granger?"

Hermione smirked back and bit her lower lip. Draco's eyes widened slightly and he growled low in his throat.

"Are we done talking?" He all but panted, "Only I don't know how much longer my restraint is going to hold out.."

Before he could finish his sentence about self-control and her now completely see through sleeping garments, Hermione had raised herself on to her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to meet hers in a scorching kiss. She pressed herself flush against his body, and they both moaned in satisfaction.

Flicking his tongue over her lower lip, she allowed him entry to her mouth as he gripped the hem of her singlet and tore it open. He shoved it roughly down her shoulders, the scrap of material falling with a soft, wet thud on the floor of the shower.

Hermione giggled as she kicked it aside, hooking her fingers into her shorts and sliding them down her legs.

"Merlin," Draco whispered as they broke apart and he took in her figure.

"Like what you see, Malfoy?" Hermione ribbed as she closed the gap between them.

He arched a perfect eyebrow and gestured to the hard length of muscle pressed against her abdomen.

"I think it's safe to say that I do," he grinned slyly.

"Good," she grinned mischievously back at him as she pushed against his chest, forcing him back until he hit the cold tiled wall. She raised herself up to place kisses on his neck, pausing to nip and suck at the junction of his collar bone. His breathing became more laboured as she moved her way down, kissing and sucking, until she was on her knees in front of him.

"Hermione," he panted.

She winked as she ran her hands over his chiselled abdomen, slowly inching towards her goal.

"Tell me, Draco," she whispered, "do you want me?"

"Yes, fuck," he groaned and threw his head back against the wall, "yes, I want you, Hermione."

"About time, I think," she murmured before lowering her mouth to his heated flesh.