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Chapter 7: The Bath That Changes Everything
Hermione spent the rest of the day in the infirmary, due to her outburst. Humiliation devoured her as she insisted to Madam Pomfrey that she had been dozing and fallen asleep.
She neglected to mention that she had actually been awake when the vision had occurred. Also overlooked was the fact that her hallucination had been the reoccurring nightmare that plagued her.
The nurse muttered something about studying too hard, insisted on bed rest for the remainder of the day, and sent Hermione to her quarters for some much needed respite.
Draco's patrol duty was a tedious waste of time. Worry for Hermoine's sanity had taken over his every waking thought. With 20 minutes left of the final period he stopped at the staircase that lead to their respected rooms, and looking around to make sure no one was in sight, he stopped his patrolling early.
His heart was pumping as he raced up the stairs, long strides taking them two at a time. By the time he reached the landing his thigh muscles were pulsing with the exercise.
Adrenaline forced him into a mad sprint through the deserted common room and to Hermoine's door, where he finally halted. He raised a shaking hand to the wooden door and quietly knocked, hoping that she was not sleeping.
To his extreme satisfaction she was not. After a thorough search he found the bathroom door slightly ajar. Pushing it slowly open he beheld Hermione soaking in the oversized whirlpool tub, littered with yellow rose petals. Her eyes were closed and her head rested on a small cushion built into the rim.
He felt devilishly evil for stealing these glimpses of her as she rested unaware. The water level came up to her shoulder blades, discretely hiding her breasts under the petals. He longed to scoop all them out and peer through the murky waters.
Draco's eyes narrowed mischievously as he took in his sweat-saturated condition, having just dashed up an unending flight of stairs. He decided that he couldn't wait a moment longer to indulge himself in a cleansing bath, and since one was already drawn... He shed his clothing with the expertise of an old whore and hopped into the scalding waters before Hermione even knew he was there.
She screamed like a banshee as the water flowed over the lip of the tub and onto the tile floor. It took only an instant for her to surmise the cause of the rising water level.
At that exact moment Draco came up from under the water, sputtering out the soap in his lungs. Hermione didn't hesitate. Staring at Draco as he nonchalantly scrubbed his body with her loufa, rose petals clinging to his dripping hair, her hand snatched out for her towel.
Her towel was missing! Oh, the terror of the moment. Her eyes franticly searched around to discover it rolled up under Draco's discarded clothes, in the corner of the room. Draco resumed his scrubbing, seemingly oblivious to her presence in the tub.
"You bloody oaf, get out!" Hermione screeched. Draco just batted his eyes innocently and replied, "Well, I'd say.. No manners, none at all. The tub is clearly big enough for the two of us to comfortably share, but fine, horde it all yourself, stingy girl. I am finished anyways. Fine thanks I get for bringing the class assignments up to you."
He rose up with catlike grace, as Hermione's eyes widened from the glorious view he provided. His body dripped soapsuds and canary colored petals into the tub. He was inches away from her, standing feet spread, shoulders squared, and head thrown back defiantly. Poised like a Greek god, arrogantly naked, mere inches from her face.
He stepped gracefully out and glided over to his clothes. He scooped them up, not bothering to dress. He carefully removed a few pieces of parchment that listed the assignments, and walked to where Hermione sat, arms crossed to conceal her in the cooling tub. He dropped them into the murky water and strode back to the common room.
With the immediate danger to her unblemished virtue passed, Hermione gathered enough dignity to leave the comfort of the bath. There was only one small problem; Draco had left with her towel, securely hidden in the bundle of his clothes.
Draco saw a streak of flesh as Hermione rushed past the common room and into her quarters. He chuckled. She was too uptight for her own good. He had no such reservations, as he lay nude before the fire. He preferred this method of drying to any other.
Secretly he hoped that Hermione would venture forth from her chambers to discover him in this sensual atmosphere. As if answering his prayers, she burst through the room. "Draco we need to talk. Please dress yourself." Impatience rang through the words.
Draco made no attempt to comply with her request. He stretched before the fire, managing to look bored. He noted that her eyes roamed over the floor, the fire, the ceiling...anywhere but on him. "Clearly you feel intimidated. Who can blame you, I tend to be very confident in the face of my peers."
"That is exactly what we need to discuss" Hermione whispered. "You cannot take such liberties while I am present, it's not decent. I try to always maintain a modest level of professionalism in our dealings, and I demand that you make likewise moral commitments." To her utter disbelief she recognized that her last phrase had been directed at Draco's manhood. She was having difficulty removing her eyes from it.
"What was I saying?" She mumbled, curiosity never dropping her gaze. Draco's smile was victorious as he pointed out that she was chastising him on his severe deficiency of modesty. With a demure expression he thought it only proper to make his staff spring in response. She gaped at him in awkwardness.
When he had her thoroughly befuddled he rose and cut the distance between them. Hermione could bring herself to do nothing as she saw the absolute confidence in his features. His hands went up to her hair and he pushed a curl behind her ear. His hands caressed her unruly tresses, cherishing the soft waves as they tumbled loosely in his coarse hands.
She waited, immobile. Holding his breath Draco moved his hands to encircle her face. He inched towards hers seductively. Silky lips found hers as electricity surged through the communal connection. Draco coaxed her lips apart with a skim of his tongue across her bottom lip. He explored her mouth, tongues dancing playfully. Reluctantly he severed the connection.
"See, that was nice, wasn't it?" Draco whispered. "Yes" Hermione replied, then tilted her face up to his, telling him to resume. "No, you've had enough of my attentions for the night." Draco teased. "Any more and we shall not be friends in the morning."
Hermione giggled, "Friends now, are we?" Draco smirked, "What, would you prefer lovers? Then keep playing with me and see just how drastically we can alter our relationship in one night."
"Adieu." He lingered only a moment before retiring to his room for the night. Comforted by sensual dreams of continuing the encounter. Hermione also returned to her room. For the first time in many nights, she did not have a nightmare. The scent of Draco clung to her and carried her on wings of ecstasy thru the night.
DHL: You love me... *beams* another one hooked...he he he
Apollonia2: You are ^ way awesome^ for the review.
CatEye360: I appreciate the kind review.
Anastasia: Thanks for the review of the last chapter. Keep reading...it will get better.
Chapter 7: The Bath That Changes Everything
Hermione spent the rest of the day in the infirmary, due to her outburst. Humiliation devoured her as she insisted to Madam Pomfrey that she had been dozing and fallen asleep.
She neglected to mention that she had actually been awake when the vision had occurred. Also overlooked was the fact that her hallucination had been the reoccurring nightmare that plagued her.
The nurse muttered something about studying too hard, insisted on bed rest for the remainder of the day, and sent Hermione to her quarters for some much needed respite.
Draco's patrol duty was a tedious waste of time. Worry for Hermoine's sanity had taken over his every waking thought. With 20 minutes left of the final period he stopped at the staircase that lead to their respected rooms, and looking around to make sure no one was in sight, he stopped his patrolling early.
His heart was pumping as he raced up the stairs, long strides taking them two at a time. By the time he reached the landing his thigh muscles were pulsing with the exercise.
Adrenaline forced him into a mad sprint through the deserted common room and to Hermoine's door, where he finally halted. He raised a shaking hand to the wooden door and quietly knocked, hoping that she was not sleeping.
To his extreme satisfaction she was not. After a thorough search he found the bathroom door slightly ajar. Pushing it slowly open he beheld Hermione soaking in the oversized whirlpool tub, littered with yellow rose petals. Her eyes were closed and her head rested on a small cushion built into the rim.
He felt devilishly evil for stealing these glimpses of her as she rested unaware. The water level came up to her shoulder blades, discretely hiding her breasts under the petals. He longed to scoop all them out and peer through the murky waters.
Draco's eyes narrowed mischievously as he took in his sweat-saturated condition, having just dashed up an unending flight of stairs. He decided that he couldn't wait a moment longer to indulge himself in a cleansing bath, and since one was already drawn... He shed his clothing with the expertise of an old whore and hopped into the scalding waters before Hermione even knew he was there.
She screamed like a banshee as the water flowed over the lip of the tub and onto the tile floor. It took only an instant for her to surmise the cause of the rising water level.
At that exact moment Draco came up from under the water, sputtering out the soap in his lungs. Hermione didn't hesitate. Staring at Draco as he nonchalantly scrubbed his body with her loufa, rose petals clinging to his dripping hair, her hand snatched out for her towel.
Her towel was missing! Oh, the terror of the moment. Her eyes franticly searched around to discover it rolled up under Draco's discarded clothes, in the corner of the room. Draco resumed his scrubbing, seemingly oblivious to her presence in the tub.
"You bloody oaf, get out!" Hermione screeched. Draco just batted his eyes innocently and replied, "Well, I'd say.. No manners, none at all. The tub is clearly big enough for the two of us to comfortably share, but fine, horde it all yourself, stingy girl. I am finished anyways. Fine thanks I get for bringing the class assignments up to you."
He rose up with catlike grace, as Hermione's eyes widened from the glorious view he provided. His body dripped soapsuds and canary colored petals into the tub. He was inches away from her, standing feet spread, shoulders squared, and head thrown back defiantly. Poised like a Greek god, arrogantly naked, mere inches from her face.
He stepped gracefully out and glided over to his clothes. He scooped them up, not bothering to dress. He carefully removed a few pieces of parchment that listed the assignments, and walked to where Hermione sat, arms crossed to conceal her in the cooling tub. He dropped them into the murky water and strode back to the common room.
With the immediate danger to her unblemished virtue passed, Hermione gathered enough dignity to leave the comfort of the bath. There was only one small problem; Draco had left with her towel, securely hidden in the bundle of his clothes.
Draco saw a streak of flesh as Hermione rushed past the common room and into her quarters. He chuckled. She was too uptight for her own good. He had no such reservations, as he lay nude before the fire. He preferred this method of drying to any other.
Secretly he hoped that Hermione would venture forth from her chambers to discover him in this sensual atmosphere. As if answering his prayers, she burst through the room. "Draco we need to talk. Please dress yourself." Impatience rang through the words.
Draco made no attempt to comply with her request. He stretched before the fire, managing to look bored. He noted that her eyes roamed over the floor, the fire, the ceiling...anywhere but on him. "Clearly you feel intimidated. Who can blame you, I tend to be very confident in the face of my peers."
"That is exactly what we need to discuss" Hermione whispered. "You cannot take such liberties while I am present, it's not decent. I try to always maintain a modest level of professionalism in our dealings, and I demand that you make likewise moral commitments." To her utter disbelief she recognized that her last phrase had been directed at Draco's manhood. She was having difficulty removing her eyes from it.
"What was I saying?" She mumbled, curiosity never dropping her gaze. Draco's smile was victorious as he pointed out that she was chastising him on his severe deficiency of modesty. With a demure expression he thought it only proper to make his staff spring in response. She gaped at him in awkwardness.
When he had her thoroughly befuddled he rose and cut the distance between them. Hermione could bring herself to do nothing as she saw the absolute confidence in his features. His hands went up to her hair and he pushed a curl behind her ear. His hands caressed her unruly tresses, cherishing the soft waves as they tumbled loosely in his coarse hands.
She waited, immobile. Holding his breath Draco moved his hands to encircle her face. He inched towards hers seductively. Silky lips found hers as electricity surged through the communal connection. Draco coaxed her lips apart with a skim of his tongue across her bottom lip. He explored her mouth, tongues dancing playfully. Reluctantly he severed the connection.
"See, that was nice, wasn't it?" Draco whispered. "Yes" Hermione replied, then tilted her face up to his, telling him to resume. "No, you've had enough of my attentions for the night." Draco teased. "Any more and we shall not be friends in the morning."
Hermione giggled, "Friends now, are we?" Draco smirked, "What, would you prefer lovers? Then keep playing with me and see just how drastically we can alter our relationship in one night."
"Adieu." He lingered only a moment before retiring to his room for the night. Comforted by sensual dreams of continuing the encounter. Hermione also returned to her room. For the first time in many nights, she did not have a nightmare. The scent of Draco clung to her and carried her on wings of ecstasy thru the night.