The next morning, Hermione woke up half an hour early. Plenty of time to get in a good bath without that prick interrupting me again, she thought to herself.
She rolled out of bed, and looked through her drawers. She pulled out a teal bandeau bathing suit with brown flowers on it and changed into it, just in case. Hermione threw a robe on top of this and grabbed all of her toiletries. She brought everything through the bathroom door and put it on her side of the sinks. Much better, she thought, as she spread everything out. She had muggle hair products, as well as magical ones. She set up her toothbrush and toothpaste in her cup, and her makeup. Her possessions outnumbered Malfoy's, finally.
She pulled off her robe and hung it up next to the towels. Surveying the taps on the side of the tub, she turned a few on and waited for the pool to fill up. In a short time, it was finished, and she slipped in the pool. She finished washing her hair and put the conditioning mask on. She had to wait five minutes for it to finish, so she propped her arms up on the side of the pool and rested her head on them, and allowed her mind to wander.
I'm so excited for the Hogsmeade trip, she thought. Only three weeks! Harry's such a sweetie for asking me. I wonder if he really does like me. But what if he realizes I've only ever kissed a guy? Will he think I'm a prude? No, Harry shouldn't care about that. He shouldn't. He won't. She lifted her head to check the clock on the wall. Five minutes were up. She dipped her head under the water and rubbed the leftover conditioner through her hair. At that moment, much to her dismay, Draco Malfoy came through the door. His eyes were closed and he was wearing a pair of black silk boxers as he shuffled to the sink. Hermione closed her eyes, willing him to go away so that she wouldn't have to deal with him.
Luckily for her, he didn't realize she was there, and he returned to his room. Hermione hauled ass out of the tub and put on a towel, but not before Malfoy could return.
"You know, Granger, we've really got to stop meeting like this," he said, smirking.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know, Malfoy, you've really got to stop being such an asshole." She picked up her clothes and began walking towards the door. However, Malfoy sprinted in front of her and reached it just in time. He blocked it from her.
"Let me out, ferret."
"No."
"So how am I supposed to get out?"
There was a nasty glint in Draco's eye that made Hermione uneasy. "Well, my dear mudblood," he said, looking her up and down. "How would you like to get out?"
Hermione shuddered. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you'll have to go through me."
Any other ways out? Any other ways out? There have to be other ways out, she thought to herself. Malfoy's door! Of course. She ran over to it and tried to open it, but found that it was locked. She tried Alohomora, but it didn't work. Across the room, Malfoy chuckled.
She walked calmly back over to Malfoy. I can't believe I'm about to do this, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, looking up into Malfoy's cold gray eyes. I can't believe I'm about to do this...this is so disgusting...
Hermione closed her eyes and, using her free hand, pulled the Slytherin's face towards her. So gross, so gross, so...what? Once Malfoy got over the initial shock of Hermione's actions, he began to kiss her back. And Hermione, however unwillingly, enjoyed it. It felt better than anything she had ever done before. His lips were so soft.
She snapped back to the normal Hermione, horrified, and pulled away. Malfoy just stood there staring at her. After what seemed like forever, Hermione pushed past him and went through the door to her room, slamming it behind her.
"Ew, ew, ew, gross, Malfoy, ew, I can't believe I just did that, ew, ew, ew," Hermione said as she brushed off her mouth. "I...feel...so...vile!" She pulled on her clothes, wishing the memory could be blasted from her brain forever.
After she had her robes on, she grabbed her bookbag, swung it over her shoulder, and rushed out through the tapestry, knocking somebody over on her way down the hallway.
"Ow!" said the tall, redheaded boy. "Oh, hey Hermione!"
"Oh, sorry, Ron!" said Hermione, picking up her bag.
"What were you doing in such a hurry?" he asked her as they continued towards the Great Hall.
"Oh, you know, I just wanted to get away from that stupid ferret."
"Oh, gotcha."
"What are you doing without Harry?"
"Looking for you."
"Without Harry?"
"Uh...yes?"
"Right." Awkward silence. "Why?"
"No reason...I just haven't seen you in a while."
"Oh, cool." They entered the Great Hall and found Harry sitting across from Dean and Seamus. Ron planted himself next to Harry, and Hermione sat on Harry's other side. Harry and Ron immediately began whispering about something; Ron shook his head, and Harry turned to Hermione with a grin on his face.
"What's new with you?" he asked her.
"Not much," she said. "What's up with you two being so secretive lately?"
"Lately?" asked Ron incredulously. "What do you mean, lately?"
"I mean recently, duh."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "We've only been here two days."
"Yeah, well, you've been all sketchy, weird, hide-things-from-Hermione."
"Ok, well...we didn't notice that. We'll stop," said Harry as he took a bite of his toast.
Hermione sighed. There was definitely something they were keeping from her. And that wasn't right. Best friends shared secrets, right?