Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me *sighs* except for the storyline.

A/N: lalalalala. Oh my god! This is like, only 2? 3? Days after Chapter 5! Wow! Hmmm…I'm not too sure about what's going to happen in this chapter, so we'll see where it takes us, shall we? Oh, and there is some nudity and sexual implications in this chapter, so lease, if you're under 13 don't read it because you're not old enough, and you're too innocent.

Chapter 6

He was lost, dammit. How had that happened? One minute he'd known perfectly well where he was, and the next, he couldn't tell whether he was heading towards or away from the main part of the house.

It was early in the morning the day after they'd arrived at the lake and Draco had been woken by the chilly air blowing through the semi-open window. He hadn't been able to return to sleep. Seeing it as an opportunity to look around the house undisturbed, he'd quickly pulled on yesterday's clothes -ugh, I can't believe I'm putting on dirty clothes, I must be going insane- and had set out to look at everything. Unfortunately he appeared to have forgotten to bring breadcrumbs, which he obviously needed to find his way home.

There was a set of stairs at the end of this corridor, which led up to somewhere that remained unexplored. As he was already on the top floor, the only place they could lead to was the rooms in the roof. Oh well, its not as if I've got anywhere better to be, he thought with a sigh. Reaching for the handrail – the stairs curved up steeply- he carefully made his way up to the top, where he came face to face with a heavy wooden door that was closed. Reaching out, he tried the handle, but found it locked. Just one more reason why this was turning out to be a bad day.

Draco turned with his back to lean against the door and slid down it until he was seated on the top step. He tilted his head back to rest against the door, closed his eyes and placed his hands on the step either side of his body. It was then that he noticed something he hadn't before. He lifted his wand hand and underneath it was something small and metal. It was bent into the shape of a long skinny 'u', and one of the sides of the 'u' had a few waves in it. It looked vaguely familiar, and he knew he'd seen one before, but where? Then the thought hit him – at Hogwarts. There had been at least a dozen on Pansy's bedside table one of the mornings after they'd…well…you know. What had she called it? A hairpin? A bobby pin? Something like that.

Draco's attention strayed from the pin in his hands to the lock on the door and back again. The lock was old and used a big key, unlike the newer locks that used tiny flat keys, this lock was huge. Which meant that the key wasn't necessary, as long as you had something else the right size to put into the lock and fiddle around with…

Maybe…Well…If he was quick, and didn't move anything no one would know… Draco's eyes again shifted between the lock and the hairpin in his hand. He slowly got up and lifted the hand with the pin to the lock. He could just see inside the lock, and as he inserted the hairpin into it, he used that slight vision to guide his way. After a couple of minutes, there was a soft click, and when Draco again attempted to open the door, it swung open quietly, allowing Draco full view of the room and its contents.

To which he responded with amazed shock. And annoying arousal.

Directly opposite the door was a window whose curtains were open, letting the soft morning sunlight in, and illuminating that half of the room. Beneath the windowsill was a large, antique-style bed, upon which lay a beautiful – and very naked- Miss Hermione Granger. Oh, it wasn't as if she had no bedclothes covering her whatsoever, there was a sheet, and even a doona on the bed. But enough of her was exposed to leave no doubt that she wasn't wearing pyjamas. She was lying stretched out on her back, and had her arm closest to him tucked up under her head. During the night she'd obviously got too hot, and had flung her leg closest to him out from under the sheets, and it was now laying on top of them. This had caused the uncovering of most of that side of her.

With his eyes he traced a line up her body, starting from the tips of her toes, travelling up the taut skin of her leg, over her smoothly rounded hip, past the curvaceous indent of her waist, pausing for a moment on the creamy skin of the outer curve of her breast, up over her shoulder, and finally coming to rest on the top of her head. Unconsciously, he crossed the room, and stopped at the foot of Hermione's bed.

Involuntarily, Draco's hand rose and touched her toes. Their nails were a deep cherry red colour that was offset by the pale creamy colour of her feet. He quickly checked to see if Hermione was awake when her toes clenched at the tickling of his fingers, the breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that her eyes were still closed. He slid his hand up her leg, where it came to rest at her hip. Slowly and gently he traced wandering patterns all over her hip, occasionally straying to the concavity of her waist, but then returning to the jutting bone of her hip.

She's so beautiful. Unbidden the thought rose to his mind. Why didn't I ever see this before? Kneeling, he touched his lips to her hipbone, kissing it softly, tenderly.

He lifted his head enough to whisper to her "Beautiful," and then lowered it again, anxious for another taste of her skin.

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There was a very cold breeze whirling into her room from the open window and it was giving her goosebumps. Hermione scrunched her eyes closed tightly in an attempt to block out the unwanted mandate to wear pyjamas to bed. If I were a sensible person I would have shut stupid window last night. But I'm not am I? So there you go. Slowly she recognised the presence of another person in the room, despite the fact that her eyes were still closed. Another person very close to her, in fact so close that they were touching. Slowly she opened her eyes, pulling the doona up under her chin.

About halfway down the bed, bent over her hip was a blonde head. And, as Hermione knew, there was only one person staying in this house with blonde hair that would be in her room.

Hermione was outraged at the idea that Malfoy was in her room and that he was…what was he doing? She couldn't actually see from the angle that she was at, but it felt so good. It was gentle, and soft, and…tender. Hang on a second! This is Malfoy we're talking about send him packing! Kick his ass out of here so hard that he lands in next week! Or, even better, next month!

Hermione jerked her leg back under the covers as quickly as she could without displaying even more of herself to Malfoy than he had already seen. His head snapped up quickly to look at her, his face a picture of shock and embarrassment at having been caught doing something he'd never admit to in a million lifetimes.

"Draco Malfoy, you Slytherin scum! What the hell are you doing?"

A/N: Dadadadum. Uh-oh! Naughty naughty naughty. Tee hee hee.