{hey everyone. It's the author here. :) I just wanted to thank my reviewers for their good comments on my story, and here is the next chapter, as you requested it. Thanks again! Dislaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, I do not own any of the H.P. characters, although I'd like to own Draco.)

The next morning, Hermione woke up pretty early for having gotten little sleep. After a couple minutes of staring at the top of her bed, she knew that she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. She decided to get up and take a shower. As she closed the door to her room, she realized that Malfoy's room was right across from it. Even though they both had different staircases, they both lead to the same landing, where the bathroom was. She was a lot closer to Draco than she had first thought.

Hermione walked into the bathroom cautiously, because she didn't know if Malfoy was in there or not. When she saw the bathroom was empty, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Inside the bathroom was a huge bathtub, much like the one in the prefects' bathroom. Except, this one was bigger, and it had more faucets with more types of bubbles. There was also a shower, and, since it would be quicker, that is what Hermione decided to take.

After a quick, tremendously satisfying shower, Hermione wrapped a towel around her small body, and walked out the door...only to come face to face with Malfoy.

"Oh, so you are a girl! Note to self: Potter isn't a queer bastard. He's just a bastard." Draco sneered.

"Good one, Malfoy. Try remembering that the next time Harry kicks your ass." Hermione said sarcastically. She didn't want to say too much and get herself into trouble, but she would be damned if she lost face in front of Malfoy again.

Hermione and Draco stood in front of the bathroom door for a couple minutes, just glaring at each other. Draco turned his gaze leaving Hermione to feel like the winner of their staring contest... at least until she realized what he was looking at. His eyes moved down to her 'delicious body' as Malfoy thought of it. Her legs, her neck, her chest...he basically stood there and undressed the shivering girl with his eyes. Hermione wrapped her towel tighter around her body, not liking the places where his eyes were glancing.

"Granger, where have you been hiding? Better yet, where have your legs been hiding?" Draco asked, not taking his eyes off of Hermione's wet legs.

"Oh, you sick pervert!" Hermione screamed, I'm not good enough for you to call me by my first name but I'm good enough for you to fantasize about?"

Draco faked like he was sincerely thinking about her question. "Well..." he said after a moment's pause.

"Oh you are disgusting! If you are quite finished pouring over my legs, I'd like to get dressed."

With that, Hermione walked into her room and slammed the door in Draco's face.

After looking at Hermione's closed door, Draco went into the bathroom and took a shower himself. He couldn't stop thinking about Hermione's long legs, or how the water dripped down her neck, or...

"Damn." Draco said aloud. He didn't read into his thoughts about Hermione; he didn't even see this as thinking about Hermione. He saw this as thinking about her body. She was still a know-it-all Mudblood who he hated. He hated everything about her... except for her legs.

'How dare he!' Hermione raged. 'How dare he look at me like I'm some...some slytherin slut!'. Hermione couldn't believe that Malfoy had just done that to her. The way his eyes had widened when he looked at her chest and how his mouth watered when they rested upon her legs made Hermione want to vomit. She kept on this train of thought all the way down to the Great Hall. She went to go sit next to Harry, still fuming about Malfoy in her head.