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Ch. 4 Mounting Sexual Tension
It was the weekend, and most of the 7th years took this opportunity to go to Hogsmeade. Hermione decided to stay back to get ahead in her school work. She hadn't had another dream about Draco the rest of the week, and she tried her best to avoid him as much as possible. Granted, it was difficult; they shared a bathroom and took much energy on both of their parts to avoid an encounter.
She worked for a good four hours before stopping for the day. It was time to pamper herself a bit. She grabbed a towel and her robe and headed towards the bath. Grabbing a small bit of bubble powder, she pour it into the bath.
"Stirrus Bubblus" she recited, and instantly the tub was scattered with little white bubbles. She slipped off her robe and entered into the pool- nude. She swam around, enjoying the warmth and the tingly sensations the bubbles gave her. She poked her head underwater to completely wet her hair.
* * * * * *
Draco returned from Hogsmeade earlier than most students. The trip was to say the least, uneventful. What he wanted right now was a good soak in the tub. He reached his room and pulled off his clothes and grabbed a towel. He noticed the tub was filled with bubbles, but thought nothing of it.
"Probably leftover from earlier," he stated to himself. He went over, and poured a handful of the bubble power into the water. "Stirrus Bubblus" he said, and instantly the tub was filled to the brim with water. He walked into the water, and heard a splash from across the room. Going over to the noise, he was beyond shocked by what he saw.
Hermione turned around, noticing there were twice as many bubbles in the pool than there was when she first went underwater. Then, to her absolute horror (or so she tried to convince herself) was Draco Malfoy, naked, his most intimate parts covered by the layers of bubbles
Draco turned beet red as he turned away quickly. "Holy shit!" he murmered. There was only silence between them, and, much to Draco's chagrin, his hormones were getting the better of him. He hadn't seen anything, thanks to the bubbles, but that didn't stop junior from realizing there was a naked girl only a few feet away from him. He tried his best to conceal his "problem", and quickly ran to the other side of the pool, grabbed a towel, and rushed to his room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he yelled. His mind jumped back to the previous moment when he first realized that Hermione was in the tub with him. Oh how he wanted so badly to forget what had just happened, but in the back of his mind, he knew he wanted more of her than just a body covered with bubbles. He wanted to see her, press his body up against hers, and take her into him right then and there. Frustrated, he put on some clothes and went for a walk. Meanwhile, Hermione sat in the tub, but only slightly embarassed. There was a distinctive hint of sexual tension in the few seconds they saw one another. Not being able to help herself, she smiled. As much as she hated Draco Malfoy, as much as he irritated her, as much as he pissed her off beyond belief, she wanted him. She wanted his body on top of hers, making her his. She wanted to kiss him, play with him, tease him mercilessly. She got out of the tub, put on her robe and walked into her room. She dressed clumsily, her heart was racing. She could not tell anyone what had just happened, not even Harry. And she could not tell anyone, not even Harry, how badly she wanted Draco, and how she was going to get him.
* * * * *
The next morning, Hermione awoke, with a smile on her face. She had a pleasant dream about Draco, perhaps a little too pleasant. Today was the first day her new plan would commence. She had made a vow to herself that previous night that she would get Draco into her bed, and he would make love to her. She finally admitted to herself that she had feelings for him, that she wanted more than just being room neighbors. She wanted to be lovers. Grabbing a tight pair of jeans and a lower cut shirt, she threw her hair up into a sexy updo and ran downstairs for breakfast. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen (up too late with the rest of the lot, no doubt, she thought), which was fine with her. She sat down at the table and lazily ate her breakfast. She periodically looked over at the door, waiting for Draco to appear. He did, finally, and ignoring her glance, stalked over to his table, where Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for him.
For the rest of breakfast, they stole glances at one another. Draco could not help noticing the little hint of cleavage Hermione was showing. He could not help but want to walk over and take her into his arms, going up into the Astronomy tower, and making passionate love right then and there. God how he wanted her. He noticed Hermione get up, and watched as she left the room. She wore form fitting jeans, outlining her curves perfectly. Draco gave himself a slight shake and resumed his conversation with his friends, with Hermione's body on the back of his mind.
Ch. 4 Mounting Sexual Tension
It was the weekend, and most of the 7th years took this opportunity to go to Hogsmeade. Hermione decided to stay back to get ahead in her school work. She hadn't had another dream about Draco the rest of the week, and she tried her best to avoid him as much as possible. Granted, it was difficult; they shared a bathroom and took much energy on both of their parts to avoid an encounter.
She worked for a good four hours before stopping for the day. It was time to pamper herself a bit. She grabbed a towel and her robe and headed towards the bath. Grabbing a small bit of bubble powder, she pour it into the bath.
"Stirrus Bubblus" she recited, and instantly the tub was scattered with little white bubbles. She slipped off her robe and entered into the pool- nude. She swam around, enjoying the warmth and the tingly sensations the bubbles gave her. She poked her head underwater to completely wet her hair.
* * * * * *
Draco returned from Hogsmeade earlier than most students. The trip was to say the least, uneventful. What he wanted right now was a good soak in the tub. He reached his room and pulled off his clothes and grabbed a towel. He noticed the tub was filled with bubbles, but thought nothing of it.
"Probably leftover from earlier," he stated to himself. He went over, and poured a handful of the bubble power into the water. "Stirrus Bubblus" he said, and instantly the tub was filled to the brim with water. He walked into the water, and heard a splash from across the room. Going over to the noise, he was beyond shocked by what he saw.
Hermione turned around, noticing there were twice as many bubbles in the pool than there was when she first went underwater. Then, to her absolute horror (or so she tried to convince herself) was Draco Malfoy, naked, his most intimate parts covered by the layers of bubbles
Draco turned beet red as he turned away quickly. "Holy shit!" he murmered. There was only silence between them, and, much to Draco's chagrin, his hormones were getting the better of him. He hadn't seen anything, thanks to the bubbles, but that didn't stop junior from realizing there was a naked girl only a few feet away from him. He tried his best to conceal his "problem", and quickly ran to the other side of the pool, grabbed a towel, and rushed to his room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he yelled. His mind jumped back to the previous moment when he first realized that Hermione was in the tub with him. Oh how he wanted so badly to forget what had just happened, but in the back of his mind, he knew he wanted more of her than just a body covered with bubbles. He wanted to see her, press his body up against hers, and take her into him right then and there. Frustrated, he put on some clothes and went for a walk. Meanwhile, Hermione sat in the tub, but only slightly embarassed. There was a distinctive hint of sexual tension in the few seconds they saw one another. Not being able to help herself, she smiled. As much as she hated Draco Malfoy, as much as he irritated her, as much as he pissed her off beyond belief, she wanted him. She wanted his body on top of hers, making her his. She wanted to kiss him, play with him, tease him mercilessly. She got out of the tub, put on her robe and walked into her room. She dressed clumsily, her heart was racing. She could not tell anyone what had just happened, not even Harry. And she could not tell anyone, not even Harry, how badly she wanted Draco, and how she was going to get him.
* * * * *
The next morning, Hermione awoke, with a smile on her face. She had a pleasant dream about Draco, perhaps a little too pleasant. Today was the first day her new plan would commence. She had made a vow to herself that previous night that she would get Draco into her bed, and he would make love to her. She finally admitted to herself that she had feelings for him, that she wanted more than just being room neighbors. She wanted to be lovers. Grabbing a tight pair of jeans and a lower cut shirt, she threw her hair up into a sexy updo and ran downstairs for breakfast. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen (up too late with the rest of the lot, no doubt, she thought), which was fine with her. She sat down at the table and lazily ate her breakfast. She periodically looked over at the door, waiting for Draco to appear. He did, finally, and ignoring her glance, stalked over to his table, where Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for him.
For the rest of breakfast, they stole glances at one another. Draco could not help noticing the little hint of cleavage Hermione was showing. He could not help but want to walk over and take her into his arms, going up into the Astronomy tower, and making passionate love right then and there. God how he wanted her. He noticed Hermione get up, and watched as she left the room. She wore form fitting jeans, outlining her curves perfectly. Draco gave himself a slight shake and resumed his conversation with his friends, with Hermione's body on the back of his mind.