As these chapters usually begin, Draco awoke in the morning, this time with a splitting headache. The pain in his hand was atrocious, and he wasn't sure why -but he had a strong urge to punch something. Weasley's face was on the top of his list.
He crawled out of bed, making sure not to make much sound. It looked dark outside his windows... was it morning yet? The nightmares he had had were something out of a horror book, so he would rather not have gone back to sleep to meet them again. A shower... a shower sounded nice. That would take this pain away. He turned on the light with a click of his fingers -the entire room was trashed.
"What the bloody hell...?" He whispered, observing the various torn and thrown objects around the room. Had someone raided his dorms in the middle of the night? Certainly not... Could it have been from his bad dreams? Maybe there was more to this wandless magic thing than met the eye. A shower was definitely best.
He crept as quietly as his feet could carry him into the bathroom across the hallway, making sure not to wake up Hermione or Weasley. He didn't care about the others -but Granger would find some way to make him go back to bed, and Weasley would just give him more of a splitting headache. When he got into the bathroom he closed the door and put a silencing charm around the room. It was very nice to have his magic back once again. And wandless, no doubt! Psh, as if there would be side effects... what? This ol' headache? Draco laughed to himself. He'd take a headache every day if that meant keeping his powers.
He rubbed his eyes, turned on the shower, and began to strip down to his bare man-parts. It was a tedious project at roughly four o'clock in the morning, but worth every penny as he stepped into the steaming shower to be met with calm, steaming water. It cascaded into his face and he stood under it as if it were a well of youth. The water always seemed to rejuvenate him after a long, hard day -or night. His mind began to wander, and soon it was off in a rendezvous of the first day he took it too far with Granger -in this very bathroom. Right under Weasley's nose.
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It was a Tuesday in July. The air was hot and humid. Draco and Granger had just gotten back from an assignment where they had had to research Crabbe and Goyle's where-abouts. Somehow they had gotten lost in a swamp, and when they arrived back at The Willow, they were soaked from head to toe in sludge and moist air. The feeling was none-too-pleasant.
"Granger, I feel like a toad threw up in my pants." Draco said, sloshing out of the fireplace as he floo back to The Willow. The only thing humanly visible was his blond hair and steel eyes. Hermione did not look much better. She was pasted in sludge, so that her clothes clung skin tight.
"How was I supposed to know that Crabbe's hide-away was somewhere in the marshes?" Hermione put her muddy hands on her hips.
"If you had listened to me, we wouldn't have fallen into that swamp pit, and we wouldn't be covered in this... shit." Draco tried to slosh some of the residue off, but to his dismay it was no use. The mud was very much intact. "I told you we should have cut across that valley."
"And risk losing their trail?" Hermione's eyes brewed resentment. "No thank you."
"We lost their trail after you fell in the pit!" Draco pointed out.
"If you hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have fallen in the pit!" Hermione yelled back at him, her hair plastered to her cheek.
"Well that was funny," Draco snorted, "But honestly, you shouldn't walk so slow."
"I was trying to be quiet. Something of which you have no talent." Hermione purposely rubbed her muddy hands all over Draco's muddy sleeve. It didn't make her hands that much cleaner, but Draco got the memo.
"On the contrary, you and Weasley have a heck of a time keeping quiet in the night." His smirk was not kind. The two stared at each other, anger stricken, before both looked to the staircase. Both were thinking the same thing. Bathroom. Shower. Now.
In a flash they both set off in a wild attempt to make it to the bathroom first and shut the other one out. Draco made it to the staircase first, and was just about to climb his way up the first step when Hermione elbowed him in the side and clambered her way up the staircase before him. Draco winced, narrowed his eyes, and took up the staircase behind her. He managed to grab her ankle half way up and sent her toppling to the stair floor. It knocked the wind out of her, needless to say, but she didn't let it keep her down.
The race began to pick up as they got to the top of the stair case -The bathroom was towards the end of the hallway, after all. Neck in neck, the two trudged as fast as they could (with the sludge holding them back). Draco made it to the bathroom first, but he didn't bother to shut the door. It was the shower he wanted, damn it!
He just hopped in the shower, clothes and all, and turned on the shower head. It was a blast of cold water that did not suit him, but who cared? He had won the small battle against Hermione. Or so he thought. Before he knew what had happened Hermione had slid open the shower door and climbed in with him, clothes and all as well.
"Granger, what the bloody hell do you think-"
"If you think you're going to hog all the hot water, you're wrong." She stuck out her tongue and pushed him to the side, so that the water focused more on her than him. "I've got a date with Ron in an hour."
"Its always Ron this, Ron that..." Draco grumbled, elbowing Hermione lightly so he could get some shower time. The small vicinity wasn't that big, so the shared space was more than intimate if they wanted to share the hot water. And they did. Hermione was a forced to be reckoned with when it came to getting hot water, and Draco, with his open crush towards her, did not mind the closeness. She had always turned him down anyway, afraid she might turn her back on Ronald. Perfect Ronald. -So, in fact, he took it as a slight opportunity in a way to gawk at her without ridicule.
When the sludge began to wash down her skin and into the drain, Draco observed every curve through her soaking t-shirt and blue jeans. Every piece of skin was just waiting to be ravished in his opinion... and to be honest, he wasn't at all sure why her aura called to him. He supposed it always had... even at Hogwarts... though he would never admit it. That's why he was always so mean to her. Mudbloods were not to be touched. They were not to be gawked at. They were not to imagine as you were jacking off in the shower. So Draco kept his sick obsession with her inside.
Though he would never admit it openly, Draco had always had a crush on Granger. Inside -he never really HAD cared enough to act on those feelings, because they were not allowed. Lucius had made sure to that. But after the war, and Draco's powers lost... he was no better than these mudbloods walking around. It had taken him months to realize it... but that day. That day he first saw her after all that time apart... He had realized just how much better she was than him. And that made him sick inside.
So for now he would have to gaze from afar -so to speak. Because of his arrogance, he had lost her; or more to say, he had never had her.
And that's why he craved her. He was so tainted inside... and her blood was tainted... it just made for a wicked combination.
"Move," She ordered, bending slightly to get the shampoo from the other side of the shower.
"You could say please," Draco grumbled.
"Move, please." Hermione mocked, and as she straightened up, her arm brushed his arm. His heart gave a jump, and his stomach was up in his throat. He had never become so nervous in his life. He tried to gulp down the taunting stomach, but it insisted on coming up.
"Fuck off." He became defensive and pulled the shampoo bottle out of her hand. "Thank you."
"God, you can be such a prick..." Hermione seethed, turning around to face him. "Give me the shampoo. I need it first."
"Aww, so you can go on your little fucking date with your little -and I do mean LITTLE, fucking boyfriend? No thank you." Draco grinned. Beamed, as a matter of fact.
"Prick."
"Beautiful."
The statement caught Hermione off guard, and honestly it caught Draco off guard as well. He stared at her gorgeous eyes, that beautiful brown hair just waiting to be pulled, that sun-tanned skin waiting to be scratched and bitten... It was more than he could stand. He could feel himself become a little stiff in his pants. Slightly embarrassed, he turned his back on her and opened the shower door. "Go fetch, Granger." Then he threw the shampoo out.
"You... jerk!" It was the only other word besides prick Hermione could think of. Draco found it cute, but Hermione did not seem in the mood for him to point it out. "Get that back right now!"
"Make me." Draco challenged. He turned to face her, smirking. Trying to get her goat, he resumed his shower by taking off his shirt. When he noticed her eyes looking over him a little more than she gave credit to, he felt the need to make more of a show. But as he reached for his pant buckle, she grabbed his hands.
"What are you doing? You can't strip here."
"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow. "Its a shower. And why should I give a fuck if you see me anyways? I know you're dying to."
"I wont let you!" Hermione blushed.
"Again, make me." He licked his lips, shoved her hands off of him, and stripped down his pants... in fact, his underwear went shortly after that. Yummy... but that's not the point. Draco was naked in the shower. With Granger. And at the moment, that's all he wanted.
Hermione quickly blushed bright red and turned her head.
"Aww, what's the matter? Never seen a big one before? Relax Granger, I'm not going to rape you or anything. You can't rape the willing."
"Why you little..." She gasped, turning around. Realizing what she had done, she turned right back around and blushed even more.
"Not little." Draco put his hands around her waist, pushing against her. "Not by a long shot."
"Stop it." She grumbled, closing her eyes. "Stop it, Malfoy, I mean it."
"What? Afraid its too big for you?" He chuckled, slipping his hands underneath her shirt. She instantly grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands back down and out of her shirt. This made him grin. "Oh? Is someone a bit shy?"
"Malfoy. Please. I'm asking nicely... stop. Okay? Just stop."
"For the final time, make me." Then his hands did something that they had always wanted to do -they moved up her shirt and cupped both of her breasts through her shirt, giving them a nice squeeze. A healthy nearly B cup. Hermione tried to get him to stop, but he put his hands over her hands and moved them down to her sides. "Delectable."
"You can be such a-"
"A what? Prick? Jerk? Wanker? I'm shivering -really. --God, Granger, when are you going to get it through your fucking brain that I could fuck you much better than stupid Weasley can?" His fingers abandoned their bearings at her hands and began to trail up her soft, delicate arms, making sure to lean in closer as his hands then slid up her neck and into her hair. "I've got more wit -" He gripped her curly locks, "A better kiss -" Gave them a light squeeze - "A hotter touch,-" His fingers loosened their grip, "And most certainly a better fuck." then he slid his fingers down again to hers. "I just wish you could see that." It was the first time -and most certainly not the last time- he would give this speech. "Fuck me."
"Malfoy-!"
"Shh... just listen." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "I mean, how do you really know if you love Weasley or not? You don't. You owe it to yourself to let go and find out." Using his ex-Slytherin charm, he guided her hand up to his lips, where he kissed it lightly.
"I know, alright?" She tried to jerk her hand out of his, but he wouldn't let her.
"And I know that ever since I saw you that day on the streets I had to have you." The words were honest, taunting, and lustful. And with those words said he spun her around to look at him. "Hermione... I..." His mouth couldn't form the words he wanted to say, so he kissed her. It was a rough, simple kiss. They both counted the moments as the kiss felt like two bruised hearts were finally healing. Call it crazy, but that kiss started it all. And before each knew what had happened, they were fucking in the shower.
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Draco smiled at the pleasant thought.
"God, I miss those days..." He muttered, turning off the shower head and climbing out of the shower. He wraped a towel around his waist and proceeded to draw a small heart in the corner of the shower door, where it had steamed over. Knowing it would fade away, he grinned in hopes that maybe when Granger took a shower this morning she would see the heart fade back and remember that day long ago...
He strolled over to the mirror and smirked. Then he opened the mirror cabinet, pulled out some dental floss, and when he looked in the reflection again- "Holy shit!" He dropped the floss. Lucius Malfoy was staring back at him in the mirror.
