Guess What? I didn't make the characters for this. Or the setting. In fact, J.K Rowling did all the work and made all the money. I just decided to waltz in here and make a little fanfic, that pales in greatness compared to her story. So ya. Don't sue me.

Second Chapter of my first fanfic ever!!!! And, surprise, its not told in Hermiones view!
-gasp- O.O

Anyhoo, you all better be happy. Ma mom found the plot layout for the story and probably thinks I'm perverted know. This just sent me back 5 years in dating privileges... -sigh-

Anyhoo, here it is! Might I add, all my chapters are going to be sort of short, but that way it's easier to write, edit, and get to you ASAP!

CHAPTER 2--The Prefects Bathroom

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes as Weasley ran past him, and unlocked a storage closet hidden behind the tiled walls. What an idiot. You can see his hair from a mile away, let alone ten feet. And he wouldn't be able to see a thing from inside that closet. The fool.

Draco sighed and shook his silvery locks away from his face. As much as he wanted to jump in that closet and hex Weasley, he knew he couldn't. Hermione was just now pulling off her invisibility cloak, and he would hate to give away his location.

He watched their mini-scene unfold, and resisted the urge to let out his trademark "evil chuckle". Ron's face was a brilliant pink, and it seemed like Hermione was about to slap him. But she didn't, and he was so disappointed... He doesn't get a slap for trying to watch her bathe, but I get a slap whenever I'm the slightest bit rude?

Ready to go on a full-fledged rant (in his head, of course; he wouldn't want to ruin the moment), he quickly froze and wet his lips. Hermione was slipping off her robes. She was thinner then last year, and her slender frame had been hidden beneath her robes. She was truly beautiful, glowing golden as she slipped underneath the water. Thankfully, the bubbles were not foam and were not thick enough to hide much.

Ahh, what have I missed? Is this beauty the mudblood who worships Potter? Is this magnificence REALLY the only person who gets the same grades as me in Potions? He watched her float atop the water, bubbles gliding across her olive skin. He shivered in excitement. Its one and the same...

Draco stepped forward, not caring to disguise his footsteps. He pulled off his invisibility cloak and threw it near the wall. He watched calmly as Hermione turned around, attempting to hide herself beneath the bubbles. She was frantic, and had a coughing fit, swallowing the bathwater and thrashing around. It seems he had taken her by surprise.

Before she could open her mouth to scream, Draco placed a silencing charm on the room. Quick reflexes. Always handy.

"MALFOY! W-why... I mean... what are you doing here?!" She pushed herself off the side of the tub and farther away from him. The smell of Rose wafted from the tub and filled his head. It was soft and sweet, and made him a bit dizzy. He didn't answer, just smiled wider and looked into Hermiones eyes. Unlike her own, they were warm, the color of coffee, and widened in fear and anger.

"Answer me!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She reached behind her for her clothes and her wand.

"Accio!" The wad of clothing flew out of her grasp and into Draco's arms. He silently put it aside, out of her reach. "Really, I'm not as stupid as Weasley. I know what I'm doing."

She refused to respond to this, instead narrowing her eyes at him, and looking around for something near her. Most likely to throw at him, or to cover up with.

"You know Grang-- Hermione... I've been interested in you for quite awhile." At this he starts to walk along the edge of the giant tub, but he still trained his eyes on hers. "You are everything I am not. You could even say you are my opposite. I see in you love, trust, light. Beauty."

Draco neared her, but she remained frozen in the bathtub, avoiding his eyes, her chest moving rapidly. He bent down on his knees near the edge. Close enough to reach out and touch her soft skin. Close enough to bend out and whisper in her ear. Close enough... He reached out a pale hand and began to run it through her hair.

At this, Hermione grabbed his wrist and pulled him head first into the water. He swished around, and swallowed gulps of bathwater. He pushed himself off the bottom of the pool, and threw his head out of the water, gasping for air. With a natural instinct (he was a quidditch player, after all), he reached out and grasped the wrist of a quickly-escaping Hermione. He pulled her back down into the water.

"Damn, you are quick, aren't you?" He took a few deep breaths, and pushed his hair away from his face with his free hand.

"Get off of me, Malfoy! The next time I see you, I'll turn you into the snake you are!" She squirmed against his grip, beating his arm with her free hand.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Draco grinned, and pulled her into a long kiss. He moved his hand down the side of her stomach, and wrapped it around her back. Hermiones hair become plastered to his face, and her other arm started to pound his back, but it didn't matter. It was warm and wonderful, and like nothing Draco had ever experienced with Pansy. He pulled her closer, her soft body pressed against his tough, muscular one. He started to slip his tongue into her mouth when...

"Bloody Hell!" Draco turned around, pressing his fingers to his tongue. The tips turned red. "You bit me!" He climbed out of the tub, and walked toward his invisibility cloak. "Your feisty, though. That'll make this even more fun. Oh, I mustn't forget..." He pulled his wand out of his robes and pointed it at Hermione, who was now wrapping a towel around herself. "Seekretious!" A green ribbon of light snaked through the air, and around her throat.

"I'll see you another time," He pulled his cloak around himself and disappeared from view, "Lover...."