Chapter 5: Scalding Waters
Indicate Hermione's thoughts
She could taste the sweetness of the rain mingling with the sweetness of his kiss. For a brief panicked moment, Hermione thought of pulling away.
Oh but this is better than any dream…
She parted her lips and Draco's tongue slipped in to caress her own, coaxing her to respond in kind. She fought against the velvet stroke of his tongue, moaning in pleasure.
He pulled back suddenly. Even through the blur of the rain, she could see the emotions dancing across his face.
He's angry, he regrets it. And yet. . .
The rain had stopped. They didn't even notice until the clouds parted to let a ray of sunshine peek through.
Draco tipped her head to one side. Hot lips met wet skin. He kissed her once, twice. She gasped when she felt his warm tongue slide across her skin. She threaded her fingers through his wet hair and grasped his head.
Yes.
He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, nipping lightly and licking against her collarbone. She moaned as white-hot pleasure surged through her body. He bit her, hungrily, as though he wanted to devour her flaming skin. He followed each bite with the soothing stroke of his tongue over her.
"Draco," she breathed.
He froze, then pulled back.
Hermione's eyes were still glazed over with pleasure when he spoke.
"You never call me Draco."
Her eyes snapped into focus.
He does regret it.
"I was just surprised," he explained.
She gave him a small smile. "There's a first time for everything."
He gave her a light peck on the lips before he grabbed her hand. He gazed at her drenched figure, then tilted his chin towards the door of the building.
"Come on. We have to get you out of those clothes."
"And you want that don't you." Hermione smirked.
Draco licked his lips and growled softly. He pressed his body against her. She gasped softly when he grasped her buttocks to push her hips to his. Amidst the coldness of his clothes, she could feel the heat of his arousal.
"Feel that, Granger. You make me burn."
She closed her eyes and moaned at the desire in his voice, and was about to kiss him again when he pulled away once more.
She nearly cried out loud in frustration. Draco was already walking towards the building when she opened her eyes. He turned around to look at her.
"Hurry up. You're gonna get sick."
He waited for her to gather her senses. They walked together, looking slightly silly. The Gryffindor and the Slytherin, mortal enemies since the moment they met, walking side by side, soaking wet.
Draco halted abruptly and looked at her.
"I still don't - - -"
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Understand. I know. I don't either."
He smiled ruefully and kissed her passionately.
What am I doing? Anyone can pass by and see us!
Her train of thought, as well as their kiss, was broken when they heard a loud gasp.
Oh no!
Draco and Hermione, both startled as hell, jumped away from each other.
They looked at person who gasped. Hermione's eyes widened, and she almost trembled in fear. She knew her life was nearly over. A friendship forged through a battle against a mountain troll was about to end. The person's mouth was open, brow knitted in confusion.
It was none other than Ginny Weasley.