Chapter Nine

By now Hermione noticed that dining in the Great Hall was getting simpler. Since they have been seen together at lunch earlier in the day and attended all their classes together, seeing the mismatched two was not as scandalous as before. Without a doubt, there were still stares, whispers, and giggles. Nonetheless, it was much better than it had been previously, the students at Hogwarts were learning to keep their opinions to themselves. Which Hermione quite liked.

Draco and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table as they had earlier, Harry and Ginny looked rather uncomfortable, but they did not say anything whatsoever in support of Hermione. The two had discussed earlier and concluded that there had to be a logical reason for what Hermione was doing and that they would wait for her to come to them. Both Draco and Hermione kept their heads down and ate quickly, desperately trying to keep their mind from anything but the thought of shagging the other. Neither of them uttered a word during the who meal and were off to their room quickly.

The room they had been issued for their situation was quite nice, it was more like three different rooms rather than one. Since they did not have a common room to their use, the first thing you stepped into was a nice sitting room with a fireplace, comfy chairs, and two desks sitting side by side on the right wall each under a bay window. The room managed to be both green and red without looking dreadfully Christmas. In the back of the sitting room, there were two doors a couple meters apart. One lead to the bedroom and one was for the loo.

Inside the bedroom, there was a beautiful four-poster bed that was quite massive. The wood was dark and smooth, while the bedspread was silky and red. There were also a few more chairs inside of this room which was green. Whoever had decorated the room, which was most likely done at the snap of a house elf's fingers, was desperately trying to keep a balance between the two rival houses. The bedroom had a door to the left which also was to the loo.

The loo itself was also lavish, straight in front of the door was a his and her vanity. Two sinks with plenty of counter space between them and one huge mirror that was as long as the whole counter. To the left was the actual loo, and on the same wall, a couple meters away was the door that leads back to the sitting room. To the right held a tub that was in the ground and was about the size of a full mattress and a half. The bath had almost as many special features to choose from as the prefect's bathroom on the wall to the right of it. A few meters to the left of the tub was a shower with a black tile floor, glass walls, and a humongous circular shower head. Hermione imagined standing under it would be like standing under a small waterfall.

If the circumstances had been different Hermione would love nothing more than to stay in a place like this until she was ready to have a family home. Hermione sighed, considering the situation she is currently in, she didn't know where she was going to end up or have any certainty for her future. Which is something she thought she would have once she got married, which she technically already was.

"Are you quite finished yet Granger, or are you going to stand in the way of the door lost in thought for another eternity?" a snarky voice quipped, snapping her out of the train of thought she hadn't realized she got lost in.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Hermione mumbled in her head. Without even turning around to look at the ferret Hermione walked off into the bathroom. She had more to think about and she didn't fancy doing it anywhere near Draco, as he would only ruin it. Hermione also found she got a lot of life's problems solved while in the bath.

After Draco said something to Hermione she walked off without a word into the loo. He rolled his eyes and shut the door. If she didn't want him to make comments she shouldn't stand in front of the bloody door for that long. Draco threw himself into a chair and sighed. He supposed he was being too hard on her, her whole world had been turned upside down rather fast. But his had as well and you didn't see him acting like a fool.

You're two different people.

He groaned, his conscience was right, they were two different people and they would undoubtedly handle this situation differently and Draco should give the know-it-all a break. She was a thinker, and while Draco was as well he tended to act out to distract himself from his thoughts.

What distracted him from his thoughts at the moment were more thoughts of Granger naked as he heard water running in the bathroom. Not only naked Granger but wet naked Granger, touching herself in the shower. Running her hands over her breasts, which would undoubtedly be firm and perfect. He could almost hear her moan his name.

"Draco..."

Draco himself nearly fell out of his chair. That moan has been too real to be in his imagination. He would know as he had been imagining it all day. Unless his fantasies and lust had gotten so out of control that he had started to hallucinate now.

He knew this was not the case as soon as he heard another tiny, feminine moan come from the bathroom. Draco was sure he would have missed it if he didn't have the hearing of a bat. Which he could attribute to how quiet the manor always was. Had his fantasy become a reality? Was Granger in the bathroom touching herself thinking of him?

Hermione had meant to take a bath and think, but the idea of a shower sounded better to her in the end. She wanted the white noise. As she got under the stream in the shower that was set at the perfect temperature, she let her thoughts run wild. While it had started as worrying more about Draco and their future, they soon turned to naughty thoughts of Draco. These thoughts had been driving her batty all day long! Other than shagging him she supposed the only way to make it stop was to slightly indulge into her thoughts and take care of it herself. Little did she know it was only going to make it worse.

She slowly started to run her hands over her body, slowly tracing her fingers over her nipples, to find they were already taut and straining to be stimulated. Hermione pinched them and gave a little gasp. As one hand played with a nipple the other slowly trailed down her body until it reached her shaven nether regions. She slipped a finger inside her folds and gave another little gasp seeing how wet she was. Her body wanted him, bad. She rubbed at her nub and moaned just a little. She didn't have many worries about Draco hearing her as the shower was white noise and she was sure he was engaging himself. Her thoughts ran wild and she had quite the imagination. She was positive he was a fantastic lover who would ravish her all night long.

"Draco…" she moaned.