Draco slid into the bubbly foam slowly, savoring as the hot water hit his
smooth skin. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Images of Hermione
kept popping up into his head. How she tossed her hair with such
nonchalance.how her body looked in that gorgeous little red dress.her
smile.what was he thinking?? He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the
girl, just get her in bed.
The door creaked open and Hermione peeked in. It was completely silent so she walked in confidently and tossed her bathrobe aside. Just as she looked to the bathtub, however, Draco noticed her. They stared at each other for a split second and then Hermione plastered a smile on her face.
"Draco, what a pleasant surprise. Is there room in that tub for one more?" she eyed the bubbles.
"Always, for you," he replied smoothly.
She undid her heels slowly and lowered herself into the tub. 'Damn, does she have to bend over like that? I can't even hide anything in these trunks.' thought Draco as he tried to get a good look at her cleavage.
"What brings you here? Stressful day at the pub?" she asked lightly.
"I thought I'd unwind after a day of girls falling over me," he answered. Draco looked Hermione squarely in the eye. "Of course, there's only one that I want."
"Hmm, whoever could that be. You're a walking enigma, you know that?" Hermione laughed.
"Am I?" Draco raised an eyebrow sexily.
"Yes!" said Hermione emphatically.
"Explain." Draco inched closer.
"Well," Hermione played with the bubbles. "I don't ever know what to think about you. Lost little boy vying for father's affection? Or perhaps just the womanizing fox that you're rumored to be."
"I like that second one," Draco said with his trademark smirk.
"I'll bet you would." Hermione played with the straps of her teeny bikini top
"On the sexual front, there's really no mystery. I like something I see, I go for it. Let's take one of your friends for example. Lavender."
"What about Lavender?" Hermione cocked her head
Draco went into a dream-like state. "She's an absolute ditz, but the way she can suck-"
"Thank you," Hermione cut Draco off shortly, "that's enough."
"Not interested?" Draco smiled.
"Er, no. I'd just rather not vomit in the tub," retorted Hermione.
Draco shrugged. "Suit yourself." He carefully put a hand on Hermione's thigh underwater. She didn't react.
Hermione looked at Draco. "Haven't you ever slept with someone solely because you actually fell in love with her? Or.does love have no meaning to you?"
"Not once. I mean, love has a meaning to me, sure, I expect I'll get married someday and have a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. But the day I sleep with someone because I truly love them."
"What?"
"I'd have to propose or something. It takes a lot for me to love someone."
Hermione smiled genuinely. "I know the feeling."
"How about you?" he asked as he began to finger the hem of her bikini bottom.
"What about me?" Hermione could feel herself getting a little hot down there.
"Haven't you ever loved someone?" He emphasized 'loved'.
Hermione thought for a moment. "Not in that sense, no."
"What's the matter, bookworms aren't in demand lately?" he said in a cocky tone.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Surely someone has told you that they love you."
Hermione was silent.
"You're kidding! NO ONE??" Draco bellowed with laughter.
"You jerk." Hermione got up and left the tub, wrapped the bathrobe securely around herself, and left the bathroom.
Draco watched her leave and when she was no longer within earshot, groaned. 'Now what have you done, you flaming idiot?'
The door creaked open and Hermione peeked in. It was completely silent so she walked in confidently and tossed her bathrobe aside. Just as she looked to the bathtub, however, Draco noticed her. They stared at each other for a split second and then Hermione plastered a smile on her face.
"Draco, what a pleasant surprise. Is there room in that tub for one more?" she eyed the bubbles.
"Always, for you," he replied smoothly.
She undid her heels slowly and lowered herself into the tub. 'Damn, does she have to bend over like that? I can't even hide anything in these trunks.' thought Draco as he tried to get a good look at her cleavage.
"What brings you here? Stressful day at the pub?" she asked lightly.
"I thought I'd unwind after a day of girls falling over me," he answered. Draco looked Hermione squarely in the eye. "Of course, there's only one that I want."
"Hmm, whoever could that be. You're a walking enigma, you know that?" Hermione laughed.
"Am I?" Draco raised an eyebrow sexily.
"Yes!" said Hermione emphatically.
"Explain." Draco inched closer.
"Well," Hermione played with the bubbles. "I don't ever know what to think about you. Lost little boy vying for father's affection? Or perhaps just the womanizing fox that you're rumored to be."
"I like that second one," Draco said with his trademark smirk.
"I'll bet you would." Hermione played with the straps of her teeny bikini top
"On the sexual front, there's really no mystery. I like something I see, I go for it. Let's take one of your friends for example. Lavender."
"What about Lavender?" Hermione cocked her head
Draco went into a dream-like state. "She's an absolute ditz, but the way she can suck-"
"Thank you," Hermione cut Draco off shortly, "that's enough."
"Not interested?" Draco smiled.
"Er, no. I'd just rather not vomit in the tub," retorted Hermione.
Draco shrugged. "Suit yourself." He carefully put a hand on Hermione's thigh underwater. She didn't react.
Hermione looked at Draco. "Haven't you ever slept with someone solely because you actually fell in love with her? Or.does love have no meaning to you?"
"Not once. I mean, love has a meaning to me, sure, I expect I'll get married someday and have a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. But the day I sleep with someone because I truly love them."
"What?"
"I'd have to propose or something. It takes a lot for me to love someone."
Hermione smiled genuinely. "I know the feeling."
"How about you?" he asked as he began to finger the hem of her bikini bottom.
"What about me?" Hermione could feel herself getting a little hot down there.
"Haven't you ever loved someone?" He emphasized 'loved'.
Hermione thought for a moment. "Not in that sense, no."
"What's the matter, bookworms aren't in demand lately?" he said in a cocky tone.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Surely someone has told you that they love you."
Hermione was silent.
"You're kidding! NO ONE??" Draco bellowed with laughter.
"You jerk." Hermione got up and left the tub, wrapped the bathrobe securely around herself, and left the bathroom.
Draco watched her leave and when she was no longer within earshot, groaned. 'Now what have you done, you flaming idiot?'