Peeping Tom

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Night closed in around Hogwarts, causing the pacing Draco Malfoy to stop and light a few candles so he can see where he was pacing. The candles cast an eerie glow over the still mostly dark room. The deep green and silver silk of the four post bed shimmered like water as the flickering light hit it. Draco groaned out of frustration.

"Worthless mud-blood, taking far too long in the bloody bathroom!" He growled to no-one in particular. He had been waiting to shower for the past hour, he was growing impatient. With another growl he knocked on the door, frowning when the occupant didn't answer. Nodding a little happy now he didn't think Hermione was in there, he moved to the bed picking up his towels and removing his shirt. He let it drop to the floor as he walked through to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered he realized it was a mistake. The room was full of steam and smelt of Jasmine. Frowning he scanned the large white bathroom, his eyes widening at the sight in the bath-tub. Hermione Granger lay stretched out naked in the center of the overly-large bath-tub for the entire world to see, or in this case Draco. Her eyes were closed and her head was back, showing the soft curve of her throat to her breasts which were just below the water.

Draco couldn't tear his eyes a way from her. Normally cold eyes widened at the sight, showing his shock. Draco turned to go, only stopped by the movement of her hand as it glided down her throat, trailing over the soft smooth flesh of the girl, no women before him. Biting his lip Draco watched, he was sure she had no clue that he was here, that muggle contraption, personal CD player, in her ears which he'd found at the start of the year was playing music to her. Hermione's slender fingers trailed over her breasts, enticing a delicious moan from her parted lips, it carried on in its journey moving down over her flat stomach. Suppressing a moan Draco dragged his eyes of the beauty before him as her hand dipped lower between her legs. His breath caught in his throat as he realized what he was seeing, Hermione pleasing herself in the bathtub which he used! Letting out a shuddering breath Draco inched forward slightly only to pull himself back, stopping himself going over to her. He didn't want to miss this show, might never happen again.

Moaning Hermione brought her other hand up to her breast, massaging it softly as the one between her legs began to move beneath the water. Draco was glad of the lack of bubbles for once, he'd be missing a lot other wise. Smirking slightly at his thoughts Draco carried on watching, biting back moans as he felt a stirring within his pants, his breath already shallow and quick. Ripples danced across the smooth surface the water as her hand began to move quickly, moans falling freely from her lips. A smile teased the corner of her lips upward, as she pressed down into her quickly moving hand, the other still massaging her firm breast, teasing the nipple with small flicks and tweaks ever so often.

Opening her eyes, Hermione looked to Draco, she didn't seem surprised or horrified that he was standing there watching her in this private moment. Golden eyes met silver as she reached her climax, the deep lust in his eyes pushing her finally over the edge. Her body arched, a cry being pulled from her throat as she shuddered and rode out the wave of bliss as it washed over her. Her eyes never left his, a smile on her lips as she closed her eyes slipping under the water to only emerge once again; she reluctantly pulled herself from the bath-tub. Pulling a fluffy towel around her Hermione stepped in front of Draco a soft smile on her lips. She lent into him, whispering into his ear:

"Next time its your turn…"

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