A/N: Hello all, we are back! Back for round…nine? Thank you so much to all the reviewers, you made us so damn happy! Honestly, this was more then we could ever dream of. We would be throwing a fucking party if we only had 10 reviews!
Anyway, here is a little chapter that we thought was…necessary. Enjoy it!
The Walrus'
ps. Sorry to all the Sevvie fans out there…we really love him as well. And a sorry to all the Sevvie haters, yes, we are cruel for making him do 'evil' things to Hermione. Yes, we are sick and twisted! But you wouldn't be enjoying this half as much if we weren't! ;)

Disclaimer: No, we don't own HP etc.

Chapter Nine: Shower-time

Before Hermione could even register that Draco's tongue was in her mouth, it was out and he was at the other side of the hall walking away from the person that had truly wounded his pride. Not that she intended to, of course. The fact that he had just rescued the insufferable, know-it-all, infuriating, petulant, (and incredibly beautiful), Gryffindor princess made his sick to the stomach. He had just gone and done something that he was brought up to laugh at. He should have enjoyed watching her squirm under the Potion Master's grasp. He would have enjoyed it too.

Shit he thought, noticing the tent in his trousers. He quickly ran up the stairs to find the portrait.

"Octopus' Garden" he breathed.

"My, my" The walrus (A/N: does anybody get that?) chimed at Draco "don't we look flustered?"

"Let me in, I have something to attend to!" Draco sneered

"You will come" I wish "to learn Mister Malfoy that time will push all that you want further away. You have to take it now Mister Malfoy! Before it's too late!"

"Let me the fuck in!" Draco screamed at the painting

"Yes sir" The walrus said, opening. Draco could have sworn that he heard the walrus sing to itself, "man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long".

Stupid walrus' and their stupid songs. Eggmen? Pah! If I hear that song once more, I am going to tear that painting in two! Now, I need…bedroom. Yes, bedroom!

Draco couldn't explain all these emotions he had suddenly felt. The idea of watching Hermione squirm under Professor Snape made him harder then he could ever remember before. The sudden idea of Hermione squirming under him made him even harder.

Next thing Draco knew, he was on his bed, stripped of all his clothing (except his lucky green silk boxers, adorned with the Slytherin snake). Draco took himself in his hand and made himself think of all the situations him and Hermione had ever been in. From the bath, to the potions classroom, the hallways. And he fantasised of many more that were yet to come.

He gripped himself harder, and with longer, heavier strokes, he imagined taking Granger's virginity (the best fantasy of them all). He loved the idea of taking her innocence, and claiming her as his own. He brought himself to orgasm, with the image of Hermione in the bathtub burned into his mind.

Draco lay on his bed, panting heavily. Draco, you disgust me! He thought to himself. You just jerked off to that filthy mudblood Granger. What has come of you man? First, you lust after her endlessly, then, you save her from Snape. Then, in return she kisses you and you run off to masturbate? Fuck man, she could have done it for you! What? No! I don't want her touching me! But…

The idea of Hermione underneath him, panting heavily, screaming his name started him up again.

Oh, fuck it! Draco once again took hold of himself and his hands worked on his magic-stick (not his wand).

Moments later, Hermione was stepping through the portrait. I really don't get it. After all that we have been through, he runs off like that. It's probably because he is afraid. But afraid of what? He's just so insecure. I know its not the mudblood idea; it has to be because he doesn't want to admit that he was wrong all these years – he doesn't want to have any feeling for the girl he believed he hated.

Hermione's train of analytic thought was promptly ruined by gasps and moaning coming from upstairs.

"Hermione!" she heard someone gasp.

Draco?

"Oh, Merlin! Hermione!"

Draco?

"Hermione!"

DRACO!

As soon as Hermione realised what was going on, she ran upstairs to her room. She hated the idea of Draco fantasising about her, but not being able to commit to her.

Suddenly, Draco heard a door slamming.

Oh shit! Oh mother fucker fuck! She heard me. She must have heard me. I'm screwed. Although…that might make her come to me…what are you thinking man? She wouldn't want you, after all that you've done to her! Although I have noticed the way she looks at me…is it possible? Ha! Anything is possible; we are in Hogwarts for Circe's sake!

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Later that evening, Hermione was sitting in her room, Draco's words repeating over and over in her head, "Hermione!" "Oh Merlin! Hermione!" She wasn't sure whether she was imagining it or Draco was doing it as a joke. Or even worse, Draco was jerking off, to an image of her!

He says one thing, yet does another. How does that work? Hermione's quizzical mind was working in overdrive when she realised she hadn't showered in 24 hours. Argh, damn it! I have to shower. He better not come in…Not that you would mind it a deeper part of her mind butted in. Shut up!

Hermione got up and stripped of all her clothing. She opened the door connecting her to the bathroom, walked in and closed it behind her. She walked into the huge shower and turned on the tap. Luckily, the shower provided many different types of shampoo and soaps, so Hermione didn't have to worry about bringing it in with her.

The water was on pretty hot, and the huge room started to steam up.

The shower is on Draco thought in the other room this is your chance! You both know how bad you both want it. Go get her!

Hermione was starting to relax in the steaming water, when she realised that the bathroom was completely fogged up. She couldn't see a thing. It's not like it matters though. He would rather die then join me.

Although, Hermione didn't realise that she was quite wrong. As she thought this, Draco slipped into the room. Lucky for him, Hermione couldn't hear him (because of the running water), or see him (the steam). Although, she had a strange feeling that there was another living, breathing creature in the room. You're just being paranoid.

Draco was on the other side of the room, stripping and tossing his clothes aside. As soon as he was undressed, he sauntered over to the shower. His heart rate quickened and his breath hitched when he saw Hermione's outline in the shower. He had never seen a more erotic thing in his life. He could barely make out Hermione's dark figure through the steam, although he could make out her perfect breasts, perfect bottom, perfect everything.

He got closer and closer, close enough to hear her breathing. Hermione could tell somebody was there, although, should she say something? Or let what was to be done, be done?

He reached out to her, and as soon as his hand made contact with her damp, hot skin, she gasped and turned to see the outline of Draco's face.

"Draco" she whispered, to nobody in particular.

He then reached out with his other hand and placed it on her hip. His other hand moved to her right shoulder.

"Don't you think the joker laughs at us?" Draco whispered and with that, he pulled her towards him and crashed his lips down onto hers. Momentarily letting go of all the anger, fear and erupting passion that was held inside of him for so long.

Breaking their kiss, Draco starting trailing kisses along her jaw-line, down her neck, down her bosom and stopped at her stomach. His tongue moved around her navel while her hand was buried in his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Draco" Hermione whispered again.

"Tell me you want me" Draco said

"I want you" Hermione gasped, feeling his fingers trailing her thighs.

"I know you do" Draco replied, Hermione could basically smell his smirk.

Suddenly, Hermione felt his fingers entering her delicate folds. Hermione had never had the sensation before. Draco easily found the centre of all her pleasure and started rubbing it delicately.

"Draco!" Hermione gasped again, feeling a finger enter her core. Suddenly, the finger started pumping. Hermione felt so many sensations all at once. Fear, confusion, pleasure. She felt Draco add in another finger and Hermione found herself moving herself up and down on his two fingers. Suddenly, Hermione felt something new down there. Something, wet, wild and warm. His tongue! She then realised that his fingers were replaced by his tongue, swerving rapidly inside her core. Hermione couldn't contain it any longer. She could feel it coming; she knew her end was near. Hermione was soon gasping for breath, feeling her release. The pleasure and water pounding on and through her.

"Draco!" She screamed at her end.

"I thought you would like that"

Suddenly, Hermione realised she was on the floor and Draco was on top of her. All Hermione's old emotions were suddenly arising. Draco was once again trailing kisses all along Hermione's body.

"Wait"

"What?"

"Stop"

"What do you mean, 'stop'?"

"I mean stop"

"What!"

"Please, stop"

The water was still pouring down and suddenly went cold. Another thing became freezing that night, Hermione and Draco's relationship.

Hermione pushed Draco off her and started to run out of the bathroom. When she reached the door, she pulled it open and whispered a barely audible, "sorry".

She will be sorry! Draco thought. She will be sorry…

There you go everyone! We are so, so, so sorry about the delay. School has a big hand in this (damn education!). Reviews would be greatly appreciated! Again, P1 gets full credit for this chap, P2 has just become a lazy potato. So there you have it people. P2 is officially a vegetable, and all she can do is beg for your forgiveness, and of course, your reviews.
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