Chapter 6: The adventure continues
This chap. Is short, but I am really busy at the mo!! Will do more next time!

Disclaimer: This is getting boring, let me say for the last time I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!! JKR DOES!!

Hermione may have been forced to share a bathroom with Draco, but she was beginning to think that that wasn't a very unreasonable deal, considering what she was sharing. As prefect last year, she had access to a bath the size of a swimming pool with all of those different bubble taps. It had been communal, but everyone had their own little routines, so there weren't any run-ins in the bath. Hermione had expected to have her own bathroom, if smaller than the prefects, and she really didn't mind. But the Head Girl and Boy bathroom really was something. It was less of a bathroom and more like one of those swanky, holistic, day-spa's her mother was always going to.

The bath, or rather pool, was the same size as the prefects, only it had twice as many taps and a small rubber boat with giant nets to row about in the top. So, in theory, if you lost a personal item, you just sailed across the top and your missing article was found. She had never seen a shower in Hogwarts; but this had to be the most impressive she had ever seen. It was a giant waterfall, at least 60ft high, and a kind of one-way gossamer curtain appeared when you got in, so that you could see what was going on outside, but they couldn't see you, kind of like an invisibility cloak only lighter.

Luckily, she hadn't ever bumped into the impeccably groomed master Malfoy in what she assumed would be his domain right from the start of the term. It had to be tonight, tonight of all nights. She was getting ready to go into Hogsmeade to see Oliver, and had just stepped into shower when Draco entered through his door. He was wearing a dark green toweling robe (big surprise there) and held a matching towel. He approached the bubble taps and turned on the one that spewed forth gallons of what looked at first like blood, but then as you smelt it you realised it was a kind of decadent wild Strawberry. She had never picked him as the strawberry type; but her bubbly thoughts completely popped when he took of his robe.

He was wearing board shorts (as a precaution, she guessed), but otherwise, all was revealed. 'It's amazing what they hide under all of those robes' she thought to herself; for although her heart was 100% committed to Oliver, her head didn't mind browsing. He wasn't overly muscled, but was trim and lanky; not very broad, but with quite wide shoulders - a very nice piece of work and she mentally hit herself for thinking that he would be excellent for a shag. He dived into the hot red liquid, stroking to the end of the bath and back, and then swimming back to the middle again. She was shocked to notice him removing his boxers and seeing them float across the foamy surface. She told herself that she had to get a move on, and rinsed the conditioner out of her hair, smoothing it back with her hands. As soon as she finished, the waterfall slowed to its normal trickle. She wasn't going to be unfaithful and flirt with the bastard, but she had a fair idea of the kind of pain she could inflict without saying a word. She wrapped herself in the smallest towel on the rack and opened the gossamer curtain.

Draco could not believe his eyes - Hermione could not have been wearing less if she tried. It looked like she was wearing the bath mat; in fact, Draco was sure that she WAS wearing the bath mat. God, she was bloody gorgeous, very curvy, hair all wet and curly, plastered against her shoulders. She sauntered back towards her door, pulled it behind her, and Draco heard the key turn in the latch. He never had her pegged as the kind who sauntered; but from what he had just seen she was quite the expert. He tried to drag his thoughts away from her, he would have plenty of time with her soon enough. Instead, he directed his train of thought toward his mind blowing evening last night.

Draco had dawdled back to his room, dressing and taking the least direct route to the Slytherin common room - just to see who was around. When he arrived there seemed to be no one around, and he was just about to speak to the painting of the Slytherin snake that led back to his very plush suite when a high, smooth voice cut through the silence.
'Excuse me, Draco? My name is Felicity, you met me yesterday evening, and I'm in sixth year. Dumbledore is always saying that if we have a problem, we should see a prefect. Well, my problem is much larger, so I thought I'd go right to the top and ask head boy' Draco smirked to himself as he remembered how he and Felicity had 'met'. So, he did get her name right. Bit of a fluke, really.
'Well, Felicity, if you want to have a proper discussion without fearing the rest of the vultures known as Slytherin listening in, you could come into my room' he said matter-of-factly. 'That would be fine.' She followed him in to the lounge of his little complex and he instructed her to have a seat on one of the dark green lounges as she babbled on about something whilst he went and poured himself a Bloody Mary. He returned, and asked her out of obligation rather than care; 'So, what's wrong?'
'Well,' she said, her voice lowering 'I've been lusting after the head boy for a few weeks and wanted to get it out of my system' what happened after that was just a frenzied blur to Draco. She jumped on him and started kissing him like a nymphomaniac on death row, and slid her hands into some very interesting places and well, he felt like he had never felt before… After what he thought was supposed to be the most embarrassing experience of his life (even though he thought it went all right) he offered her a drink and she asked for an ice-cold butterbeer, he sat down and smirked at her.
'So, has your problem been relieved, fellow student?'
'Very much so, Master Malfoy; I am so glad to have resolved it at last. And yourself?'
'I am quite pleased with the resolution of your problem, and see no reason to follow up, as your problem has undoubtedly been dealt with in an appropriate manner.' Felicity looked heartbroken, as if she were expecting an encore for her efforts.
'Well, thankyou for your help' and with that, she rose, turned and ran out of his room. Draco was not surprised, and simply saw this as a diversion to this evening's grand plan, which would soon kick into action. Draco swum over the side, hopped out, and headed for his door, hoping that soon he would be heading for the other internal door in the Head bathroom.

Oliver looked in the mirror in his room at the pub - not exactly a palace, but it did the job. He finished spiking his hair, pulled on some cords and a turtleneck jumper, as well as his cloak and made his way down the stairs for his date with destiny….


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