Disclaimer: Is JK a fourteen-year-old girl? No? Well I am! I think…
A/N: Lots of HD action in this one! Don't worry, nothing past them snogging… in bath towels… But the towels stay on, I swear! Really, it's mostly gelled fluff and stuff. Which is making my need for a boyfriend even worse. So I'm gonna go to sleep, seeing as it's summer va-kay, and it's around 4:27 A.M., so, much luv, Sami
Hermione awoke smiling. She had no idea where she was, but she was content. The sky was cloudy, so the sun hadn't woken her up, which meant it was late. She had been dreaming about horses, another good sign. Someone's arms were wrapped around her, and her head was laying on that someone's well-muscled chest. Hermione was disoriented, and frantically trying to figure out who she was lying next to. Her body was pressed so close to his, she was pretty sure she couldn't get any closer.
Malfoy opened his eyes and looked down onto a smiling, sleeping face. What startled him was that it was Hermione's. Wow, we must have been wasted last night, he thought with some amusement. Then he remembered that they were locked in a cabin in the middle of the woods, and nothing had happened. Damn.
Suddenly, Hermione sat up, and Malfoy quickly closed his eyes, feigning sleep. She crawled out of bed, went to the closet, then disappeared into the bathroom. He heard a shower running. Let her think he had slept through it.
After about ten minutes, Malfoy sauntered over to the closet. He grabbed what he wanted and opened the bathroom door. There were two showers; no reason not to make use of them both. He stepped inside the unoccupied one, undressed, then turned on the water. He heard Hermione's protesting shriek as she realized Malfoy was in the bathroom with her.
"GET OUT!" she screamed.
"There are two showers for a reason, Granger!"
"GET OUT!"
"No, I want my shower!"
"GET OUT! YOU CAN SHOWER AFTER ME!"
"No reason for me not to shower while you are!"
"GET OUT RIGHT NOW!"
"Why should I?" Malfoy had the distinct feeling he was going to get slapped later.
"GET OUT OR I'M GOING TO SLAP YOU, THEN RACK YOU, THEN KICK YOU WHILE YOU'RE DOWN!" Yep.
"Before, or after you get dressed?"
"GET OUT YOU BLOODY PERVERT!"
"We're sharing a Common room and bathroom all year Granger, might as well get used to it."
"GET OUT! AND WE'RE NOT STAYING HERE ALL YEAR!"
"We have to in the Heads quarters," he said, smirking.
"GET OUT! AND STOP SMIRKING THAT BLOODY SMIRK!"
"How do you know I'm smirking?"
"GET OUT! I can just tell."
"Impressive." No comment. He assumed she was washing her hair.
When Malfoy was done showering, he Accio'd a towel to him and dried off, then tucked it around his waist. He heard Hermione turn her shower off, then watched as a towel flew into her shower.
Hermione stepped out of the shower with only a towel pinned tightly around her figure. By the look on her face, she'd thought he'd left. He stubbornly concentrated on doing his hair while she did hers.
"Why do you do that?" asked Hermione as he applied a crap load of gel to his hair.
"Because."
"You look better without the gel."
"How do you know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because you took the gel out before you went to bed."
"Oh, right. So you think I'm hott?" he asked smugly.
"NO! I just said you looked better without the gel."
"I'd swear you were flirting with me."
She rounded on him. "Oh YEAH! And what if I was? What would you do about it, huh?" Hermione became very aware that they were both clad in nothing but towels.
"Well, I'd probably do something like this," he said thoughtfully. Then he grabbed Hermione and pulled her towards him, covering her lips with his own. Her hands tried to go to his hair, but she kept them firmly holding her towel up as she returned the kiss. Malfoy pressed Hermione's body into his own as the kiss continued with not her objection, but with her full cooperation. Finally, they were forced to pull away, breathing heavily.
Hermione gave him a sweet, slightly confused smile, slapped him, then racked him. Again, Malfoy sank to the ground with an inaudible whine. And Hermione grabbed her clothes and walked out, giving him a light, but firm kick on her way.
Malfoy hobbled out eventually, only to find a fully clothed Hermione sitting on a big pillow writing something. At Malfoy's confused look, she explained in a clipped sort of voice.
"Well, this place has all sorts of secrets. That cabinet over there," she pointed to her left, "provides whatever you ask of it. So right now I'm doing my Transfiguration essay."
"Right." When Hermione had left the bathroom, she took Malfoy's robes with her, so he now headed to the closet, rather annoyed. He opened it to find all his clothes missing. "DAMMIT GRANGER, WHERE ARE MY BLOODY CLOTHES!" he bellowed.
"Well," mused Hermione. "My guess is wherever you left them. That is, of course, unless I took them…"
"Where the bloody hell are they!"
"Who said I took them?"
"Would you like me to traipse around in a towel all day?"
"It's a puzzle, Malfoy. An easy one at that. Besides, maybe I do want you to traipse around in a towel all day."
He gave her a look, and she shrugged wickedly. "If you wanted me to, you wouldn't have racked me. You've got no idea how much that sodding hurts." Malfoy thought for a few minutes. "Oh, come on Granger! Where are my clothes?"
"Tisk, tisk, Malfoy. I guess you are second in class for a reason. Besides, I said if you didn't leave the bathroom, you'd get slapped, racked, then kicked. Whoever said it had anything to do with the kiss?" Malfoy sat open-mouthed in shocked while Hermione smirked at him. Actually, she was smirking exactly as he did. Damn, she thought. Don't do that!
"Ah hah!" Hermione watched with slight approval as Malfoy walked over to the earlier mentioned cabinet. "I want all of my clothes that Hermione Granger has hidden," he told it. Malfoy opened it up, and was buried beneath the mountain of clothes that avalanched out.
"Aw, does my wittle swick ass fewwet feewl vewy smawt?" cooed Hermione in a baby-like voice.
When Malfoy had dug his way out of the pile (yes, still holding the towel around his waist…), he gave her a look. "Why are you always so bleeding sarcastic?"
"Part of the charm."
"What charm?"
"Exactly." Malfoy gave her an odd look. "Never mind." :Malfoy leaves stage right to go change, then returns, wearing dark blue robes.::sigh:
"So," he said awkwardly. "What do you think about what just happened?"
"Well, I'm very impressed that you were able to crawl out of that mountain still holding that towel around your waist—"
"Hermione!" They both paused. Had he just called her Hermione? "Um, Granger…"
"Oh, about the kiss," she said evilly. "You want to know what I think about it?" he nodded. "What I really think about it?" again, he nodded. "Well, why don't you try it again to find out." She smirked seductively.
Again, Malfoy's mouth descended upon hers. She's a damn good kisser, he thought. Damn, he's probably the best guy I've ever kissed. Helluva lot of experience. In case you hadn't guessed, the last two comments were HERMIONE'S…
By now, it was sort of a full-blown snog session, Malfoy laying on top of Hermione on the couch.. Therefore, neither of them noticed when the fire turned green, and Albus Dumbledore's head appeared in the flames. He cleared his throat. And again. And again. "MISS GRANGER! MISTER MALFOY! PLEASE!"
Their heads jerked apart, causing Hermione to slam the back of her head into the nicely soft couch, and Malfoy to slam his head into an overhanging lamp.
"SHIT!" he rubbed his head, then looked up to see Dumbledore's face in the fire. "Oh, shit, sorry Headmaster."
"SHIT! HEADMASTER!"
"Hello, Miss Granger."
"Um, sorry?" she said, not looking the least bit sorry.
"Well, if you two have progressed this much, I think it's safe to let you both free. Good day." And his head disappeared.
Hermione looked at Malfoy, who looked back. They both shrugged and resumed snogging. After a few minutes, Hermione pulled away.
"Draco?" she asked, a little pouty.
"Hmm?" he loved the way his name sounded on her lips.
"What are we going to do when we decide to get out of here?"
Draco sat up, and pulled Hermione up, so they were sitting side by side on the couch, his arm over her shoulders.
"I don't know. I mean, I've liked you since third year, Hermione," he said, a mad blush rising on his cheeks. Okay, for him it was a mad blush, considering his pale cheeks turned slightly pink.
"And I've liked you since you taunted Buckbeak into attacking you. I mean, I couldn't help it; you looked so innocent and vulnerable, just lying there."
"Of course I looked vulnerable, I was bloody bleeding, no pun intended."
Hermione grinned, then frowned. "Do you really think we have what it takes, though?"
"Takes for what?"
"To withstand people's criticism. I mean, we're like mortal enemies. As far as everyone else is concerned, we've hated each other forever."
"Good point. I mean, people would just drop dead if we started going out, wouldn't they?" he asked, only slightly sarcastic.
"I don't know if I can pretend I hate you though, Draco."
"So in the public's eyes, we'll not have anything to do with each other. If we get caught together, it's strictly business. I mean, we are the Heads."
"Yeah, that'll work. Until, of course, we get caught snogging in an empty broom closet."
Draco grinned. "I can't believe we kept up all this fighting, Hermione. We've missed out on so much."
Hermione turned suddenly serious. "Draco, the only way I can do this is if you turn yourself in." he nodded. "You swear?"
"I swear I will turn myself in."
"Well you have to swear on something!"
"Okay, I swear on your sexiness that I will turn myself in."
"Draco," she laughed. "That doesn't count!"
"Sure it does," he said, returning to snogging his four-year crush.